Halloween in the Wandering Area is very special throughout Los Angeles. Pumpkin lanterns are hung on the streets here, and dolls and witches are smiling at passers-by with pointed hats. However, in the jurisdiction you belong to on weekends, you will never see people and children knocking on the door of strangers on this day to ask for candy.

The Halloween custom is a group of little kids knocking on the doors of neighbors or strangers. However, this custom was completely destroyed by shoes hanging in the jurisdiction (the gang will hang his shoes near the house to commemorate the dead brothers).

When I stood on the street under the sunlight and sunglasses under the sky in Los Angeles on weekends, I suddenly felt that the jurisdiction was a bit deserted, as deserted as the capital city on New Year's Eve in China, without any popularity. The various decorations and decorations on the streets were all about to create the festive atmosphere of an empty city, which was strange and very consistent with the Halloween tone.

If there were no Armenian Latino gang members and street tramps in the area, perhaps there should be parades in different costumes in the homeless areas, right?

"I'm done!"

Following behind the weekend's butt, Chekov, who was still wearing gauze on his right hand, muttered boredly: "Zhou, when will this day end?"

When he looked back at Chekov's listless look on the weekend, he wanted to answer 'me-too (me too).'.

Today is a week after the street gun battle in New Mexico. Many rich people actually started various parties last night, but the police could only go to the streets to continue working during this period. They have no holidays, and every festival is the busiest time for patrolmen. Except for the high salary during the festival, no one cares whether they are maintaining the normal operation of society during the festival.

Of course, there are even more annoying things happening.

After work, the first case that Chekov received on the weekend happened next to the supermarket in his jurisdiction. An old woman led her grandson to buy a large amount of holiday supplies, and then called the police at the entrance of the supermarket by example. When they arrived on the weekend, they rushed out of the car because of a sentence 'I am in danger' and ran all the way with a gun. The old woman explained to her grandson very naturally: "If you have any danger in the future or you can't handle it yourself, just call this."

Chekov was so angry that he walked up and yelled: "You called the police to teach this little devil?"

The old woman raised her cell phone and shook it: "Or how should I tell him that someone will help him in danger? This is the United States. It has the most efficient policeman in the world!"

"..." Chekov was choked and speechless.

There was no nonsense on the weekend and recorded everything that happened and signed it to the old lady according to the rules: "After signing, you will be prosecuted, the reason is to waste police resources and report false cases."

The old man replied very awesomely: "I don't care, at least my grandson has a phone number to protect himself!"

In the days when no major cases occurred, all the things that Chekov handled on weekends were like this, and they were almost rushed towards them one by one, and they couldn't stop them.

At 10:30 a.m., a Latino mother stopped the police car and called the police directly on the street that she could not control her fourteen-year-old son. This little guy had a big fuss at home because he was going to attend a gang party at night.

Chekov said helplessly to the Latino mother: "What do you want us to do? Do you just arrest the child in the police station when he hadn't committed any case?"

"Are you going to find a crime scene where people died because of a gang fight to scare him? Then I - he - mom - also have to have a crime scene for you to educate you on the spot!" Chekov hated such nonsense and directly vented his emotions on the street: "How do you be a mother of a child? Do you just raise your hands and shout "You are interfering with my privacy. You make me unable to breathe" when he put pressure on him, looking at the kitchen stove in a daze and crying silently?" Chekov learned vividly, his abandoned mouth and floating eyes combined with his shaking head, which was simply a bear that made him unable to find the toilet.

Then his face changed and he said seriously: "You can't be brave. When he refuted you, he slapped him in the face and stretched out his index finger to my nose when my father was still alive and told me, 'Little bastard, as long as I haven't died for a day, you don't want to be the garbage in this society! One day, you dare to push the trigger on your father's forehead with a pistol, and you are wondering how to go to the streets to sway with a golden chain, at least you are completely helpless by then'."

It was seen over the weekend that Chekov was not suitable for being a patrolman, and he did not have the most basic patience in handling similar cases.

Finally, the solution to this case was very simple. I went to the woman's house on the weekend and took her child into the police car. When I was wandering around the streets in the police car, I saw any guy who had a criminal record and had appeared in the dark map and had not been arrested.

When the back seat of the police car was filled with five people, and the fourteen-year-old's face had to be close to the window glass, he watched the boy gradually turn from looking at himself and Chekov with an excited confrontational gaze to decadence. He had no idea how to get off the car that represented the loss of being in prison.

At that time, I drove the car to the door of my 14-year-old's house on the weekend. I opened the car door and pulled the child out and said, "You think they are very majestic now. There are countless girls and countless partners around me. They can play skateboarding, smoke, and drink heavily. It seems that they have the qualifications to step into the world of adults and look at adults with contempt. But I promise you that you will never think so in ten years. Everyone has only 24 hours a day. When you are like them, the students in your school can learn the most ordinary knowledge in one hour a day, and after graduation, they can find a job that can support themselves."

"Where are you? You are drunk on the street and scolding the unfairness of the world. You steal and rob when you have no money to spend!"

"I know you can't listen to any of the great truths I said, because at your age you don't know what fear is, and thinks you are a hero and can fight in the dark world with a gun like someone, and you will definitely survive."

"This is not the game you play on the computer, do you understand, a little man? The police will never be as incompetent as you imagined. Remember, this time, I ask you to go back. I don't care whether you are willing to spend Halloween with your mother or whether you are gangs in the future. What I can tell you is that when one day we policemen see you on the street and you are a dangerous person, I will definitely shoot you and let you die in the hands of the police in your thirties, twenties, or maybe 17 or 18 years old, and you will not be ruthless!"

He did not plan to become an educator on the weekend, and he was not sure whether his words would affect the child, because every word he said was the truth. Children of this age could not be corrected by anyone who educated them a few times. They usually show off their power like gangsters on the streets. When they went to the criminal police team, they stood up against the wall like a cat and asked, "Uncle, when will I go home?" He had seen many children who were about to face criminal prosecution. When these children changed to another skin color and appeared on the other end of the earth, there was no difference. On the weekend, he would definitely shoot at them when they encountered danger. This was the price of their choice of the wrong way.

...

On the street, when it was already lunch time when he walked past a fast food restaurant wearing sunglasses on the weekend, he and Chekov walked over to the police car at the same time.

"Come to have pizza at noon?"

This is Chekov's most exciting moment. There is only this time period during his daily patrol. He can get psychological and physical relaxation.

"No, Chinese food." The weekend responded firmly. He didn't want to eat pizza, hot dogs, burgers, corn cakes, and pasta, but he just wanted to eat a bowl of rice or a steamed bun. It didn't matter if he just ate it with a plate of tomatoes and scrambled eggs.

Chekov said with a smile on his face: "Are you sure?"

"Qi, you have to learn to rely on it and only solve problems..."

Chekov said seriously: "I will definitely not win you by relying on wisdom, but strength can be."

Over the weekend, he stared at Chekov and said, "If you still dare to carry me into a fast food restaurant, I swear I will shoot at you!"

"As your partner, I agree to listen to you in any case handling procedures, and no longer act recklessly in our own jurisdiction. However, you have to give up something to let me make the decision. Do you think so? Or, in a fight, whoever wins will have the final say?"

"I hate pizza!" said a sigh over the weekend. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!