In the corridor outside the hospital operating room, he sat in a wheelchair without saying a word on the weekend. He was not seriously injured, but the doctor told him that his foot should not touch the ground recently and should wait until he recovered as much as possible. When asked what the injury was like on the weekend, the doctor replied: "Spray.▲∴▲∴,” Yes, it was also true. It would be strange if he jumped from such a high place on weekends without getting injured.

I was no longer worried after hearing these two words. I took the medicine and appeared directly outside the operating room door of Chekov. There were still Katherine and Matthew standing there. Matthew told him that the operation had been going on for an afternoon and there was no news yet.

This sentence penetrated into the same second that he heard the weekend. He lowered his head, and a huge burden was on his back deep in his heart. He sat outside the operating room for the whole afternoon without making any sound.

"It's not your fault."

Pablo rushed over when it was dark. After coming, he had a brief negotiation with Matthew. Then, he sat on the chair beside him on the weekend and said: "Chekov was targeted by the Mexicans. They first knocked over Chekov's car, and then shot twice in the back when Chekov was about to climb out of the car. I don't know how Chekov survived, but when I brought our people to the scene, I saw the bodies of two Mexicans, one of whom was twisted and the other, whose chest was broken by the shii-gun gun, was broken."

I remained silent on the weekend.

Pablo habitually rolled up his sleeves and continued in the quiet corridor: "I went to see the crime scene. There is still one person living in the criminal case. Zhou, this matter will not be so simple. When Chekov is out of danger, I will force the case back. Those who shoot at you and Chekov will definitely be punished."

Matthew did not show any attitude at this time, but Pablo's next sentence made him stare directly.

"Also, your 'girlfriend' is nothing. She was just hit by an electric gun. Now in the interrogation room of the f-force, you understand what I mean, right?" He is a mountain king who can take care of his subordinates. He told the weekend that this information means. When the case returns to the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department, Yoda's affairs will be handled most properly in his own hands.

But in Matthew's eyes, this is not the case: "Pablo, stop putting pressure on the weekend."

He doesn't want the case to be turned back at all, because Los Angeles has made Matthew very worried recently!

Today's two police attacks, the body caught by the water police in the morning, and the murder of Wood, who was forced to take over by F. Los Angeles has only been quiet for a while, and in the blink of an eye, all three major cases came to the door. The credibility crisis that the Los Angeles Police Department had suffered before finally resolved Matthew's star-making movement. If the attack on the police is now taken back from F. F., it will only relieve the pressure and increase the burden on others. What's more, that woman is Lambert's daughter, Lambert is F. What's the person who is F. Pablo in his own case?

Pablori ignored him and gently patted the weekend's shoulder. His attitude was very firm.

No wonder Pablo would rather handle this case under pressure. Now Chekov's life and death are uncertain. He sprained his ankle in a wheelchair on weekends. The entire wall and the corridor of the grenade were destroyed by the grenade. He couldn't swallow this tone!

Who is Pablo? In Los Angeles, no gangster dares to fight against the anti-black and anti-drug departments like this. If the case is handed over, will his detectives feel safe in the future?

Bang.

At this moment, the lights in the operating room went out. When the doctor took the lead in walking out of the operating room, Matthew, Catherine, and Pablo surrounded him at the same time, staring at the doctor covered in blood one by one. He was afraid of getting bad news and dared not ask.

"Mr. Matthew, Ms. Catherine, don't worry, the blood on my body is indeed Mr. Chekov, but it is a blood splatter that must be experienced in order to remove the bullet. We quickly stabilized our condition and gave Mr. Chekov the best treatment. He was fine, but he would go through very long stages of recovery. He would probably be unconscious for more than twenty-four hours after the operation, and would often feel tired after waking up, but it doesn't matter. Mr. Chekov is in very good health and will quickly get through those difficult stages."

call.

I slowly breathed a long breath over the weekend, and this deep breath made the big stone pressing on my heart disappear: "Boss."

When Pablo looked at the doctor's side over the weekend, Chekov was ignored and pushed out of the operating room, and then Catherine and Matthew followed to the ward, the moment when the two of them were left in the corridor: "The Mexicans will come again."

"What?" Pablo continued after hearing this: "I just asked someone to go to the F-come to find out the news. As long as I know exactly who the Mexicans coming to Los Angeles are, they will immediately block all the passages leaving Los Angeles..."

"Grenade." The weekend continued: "Neither the gangsters nor militants on the Mexican border will use grenades in Los Angeles easily. Once the grenades explode in Los Angeles, the whole case will immediately become different. This is not the Mexican border that no one cares about, and the media here is not the Mexican media where the mayor is cruelly killed by a drug dealer or a Mexican media that will not cause international public opinion. This is Hollywood, and there is Beverly Hills. Using grenades in such places requires careful consideration and cannot be the result of impulse."

Pablo looked at the weekend and blinked without saying anything.

"I don't know who the person is, but this person must have a very close relationship with Arturo. Chekov and I will not leave Los Angeles if we don't die."

Pablo quickly took out the phone: "I'll call the local branch and ask them to take care of Chekov's ward for 24 hours."

"Don't."

Looking at Pablo very seriously over the weekend, he said, "Call the Special Operations Bureau, the equipment of these people is not something that the patrol officers can handle. Without Yoda, I am already dead."

“Yoda?”

While thinking on the weekend, he was suddenly reminded by Pablo's name full of doubts and explained: "Charlotte. She is schizophrenia, Yoda has another personality. Please inform F about this matter. Charlotte is not suitable for interrogation. She should go to the hospital for systematic treatment."

Pablo didn't know what to say after so much information. He watched as he opened his mouth seriously on the weekend, but never made any sound.

"Boss, I want to cancel the leave."

Pablo looked at the wheelchair under the weekend and asked, "Sold off?"

He nodded over the weekend and bit his back teeth and said, "As long as these Mexicans are still in Los Angeles for one day, I can't live a normal life."

"Your feet?"

He shook his head over the weekend and said, "Nothing."

He added: "Boss, you will hold a press conference right away and announce to the entire United States that the Los Angeles Police Department's determination to declare war on those Mexicans..."

"What a joke!" Pablo said excitedly when he heard this: "I asked Chekov to protect me just to dig a trap here and wait for those Mexicans to fall into the trap!"

"But we can't afford to have a war in any part of this city!" The weekend was about pressure. A war in New Mexico a few months ago is still scary. The city of Los Angeles cannot become a "land of wars". This is the entertainment center of the United States, not the Gobi in Texas.

"Announce the determination of the Los Angeles police to the entire American society to at least make these Mexicans honest for a while. In addition, boss, you have to do two things next. First, never force the case back to our hands. You have seen Matthew's attitude just now. You will not make the master angry when you hold a press conference, but once you really negotiate, it will be different. Second, propose a plan to increase patrol efforts to Matthew, and Matthew will definitely agree. This will not only intimidate the Mexicans, but also improve the Los Angeles Police Department's attitude of declaring war on the Mexicans."

Pablo looked at the weekend and asked, "And then wait for the Mexicans to come from the head?"

"Leave the rest to me."

"How to do it?"

He showed a hint of sneer on the weekend and said, "Do it secretly."

“Nonsense.”

"Didn't we just dug a transportation line? You can catch a few fish along this line on the surface to make Matthew face, and the bigger the momentum, the better."

"With this name on it, Matthew will not have any objection. As long as those prisoners plead guilty, he can seize the time node to save face for the Los Angeles Police Department. As for whom we exchanged with the arrested prisoners with criminal prosecution, who did they bite it? Do you think Matthew is still in the mood to care at this stage?"

Pablo saw a completely different weekend. In his eyes, the previous weekend was a master of case solving. He was not only proficient in various theoretical knowledge, but also good at sorting out the ideas for case solving. But now, this weekend has become more perfect, and he has begun to make arrangements, both connecting the past and opening up the future and hitting the enemy's key points with one punch, fiddling with the resources of the entire Los Angeles Police Department between his palms, so that no one can find fault.

Pablo could not have imagined why the weekend would grow so fast, but he seemed to have seen a prototype, a prototype that could turn hands and turn hands into rain at the Los Angeles Police Department.

"I really care about the matter between you and Quinn." Pablo laughed self-deprecatingly.

He asked back on the weekend: "Why?"

"He is no match for you at all."

The truth about the weekend was: "No, I was neither qualified nor able to fight him at that time. Matthew has not been able to kick him out of the police system to see this guy's ability."

“What’s the difference now?”

"I can't say it." He smiled at Pablo over the weekend and said, "Did you drive? Take me to the headquarters of F-Press, I'm going to see Yoda."

Bee, bee, bee.

When a familiar phone rings, I took out my cell phone on the weekend. When I saw a strange phone number, I answered and asked, "Hey?"
Chapter completed!