It was dawn, and justice came with the arrival of light.

The TV was on in the conference room of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. Pablo was interviewed at Berezov's doorstep in front of the media's camera. He was surrounded by more than a dozen reporters holding microphones, and behind him were a large number of drugs found from Berezov's home.

"Officer Pablo, is the drug-hiding den that the police destroyed this time where the authorities failed to return last time? Why did the two attacks fail to gain once, but the second time gain a lot?"

The reporters are so bad that they always want to get a completely different perspective from the public when anything comes, thereby guiding public opinion and making the public feel 'Oh, so that's what it is'.

Pablo is different from Matthew. He is not a natural politician. If Matthew was here, the first failure would probably immediately become the "police's strategy" and the "police would rather bear the humiliation of being the target of public criticism than paralyzing the other party and completing this last blow". But in Pablo, everything is not so utilitarian, and it is even impossible to see any tricks.

"Uh," Pablo was a little nervous when facing the camera. Although he had been interviewed by the media in several gangster cases, this problem has never been changed: "We lost the last time."

He admitted it!

"I have to say that this time the opponents of the anti-black and anti-drug department are cunning. For the first time, we were unable to raise our heads by an aircraft. What we didn't expect was happening in front of us. For this reason, I want to apologize to everyone in Los Angeles." Pablo's behavior of not seeking credit and apologizing made the media feel embarrassed to continue asking whether what he said means the police's incompetence, a kind of "everyone can make mistakes" that puts his heart in the heart of every reporter. However, all of this comes from Pablo's sincerity, and he will not pretend to be scheming.

Pablo continued: "But after a brief adjustment, we still found a breakthrough. Look at the pile of things behind me, such as jalonidine, antidepressants, -Ka-Kain, Kuaike, -Hai-Luo-Yin, -Ice-Tox, 2cb, 2ci, hallucinogens, mushrooms, mdma... This is like a drug supermarket. Can you find anything popular in this pile? These things come from the underground processing plant on the street behind."

"They attracted the attention of the police with the houses on this street and the gangsters who kept coming and going, but dug the basement in the very quiet house on the street behind to process the poisons. They were so cunning that they didn't even discharge the waste, but put them in wooden barrels in the middle of the night and transported them out of the city while it was dark and finally buried in the wild underground."

"More importantly, these guys also have a transportation line. The industrial chain has been formed in the city of Los Angeles, not by smuggling drugs into the country from South America or Asia."

His frankness made the reporter quickly feel the professionalism of the police's anti-gang and anti-drug department. The police not only cracked the dens of drug dealers after a failure, but these guys who worked for the security of the city also completely understood the routine of drug dealers.

"Officer Pablo, can you tell me how the police learned about this?"

The reporter's question gave Pablo a chance to win people's hearts. He turned around and waved his hand to the group of people who were busy behind him, grabbed a big black man and said, "Everyone, please let me introduce it. This man is Nick. He can recognize the graffiti signs and tattoos of any gangster in the entire city at a glance. Without a computer file, you can point out which of the people sitting on the street corner is the middle class of the gang in the area and which is the minion who just joined the gang."

Pablo continued to introduce: "There are also them who are busy. You must not have imagined that any of them will know which stores have evil thoughts and started to collect stolen goods when their business is in a downturn. Those people have won over a group of girls and started to intercept cars on the street to conduct - sex-trading. My people are always exploring the evil in this city and rushing over to extinguish them as soon as possible."

"Of course, sometimes being too anxious will make us fail. Sometimes being unconscious will make us miss a few fish, but as long as we are at work, we don't plan to let any criminal go. In Los Angeles, no one will ever be a villain forever!"

Speaking of this, Pablo was a little excited, and remembered his plans for the weekend: "Dear reporters, here I want to say a few words that have nothing to do with this case." At that moment, the busy police detectives behind Pablo slowly gathered: "A few days ago, two of my subordinates were retaliated by the gang. One of them was forced to jump from above and sprain his foot and sat in a wheelchair; the other one was shot twice and still lying in the hospital..." Speaking of this, Pablo slowly lowered his head. A low atmosphere began to condense.

However, when Pablo raised his head again, he showed a kind of determination!

"Listen to those who hurt my men!!"

"I am not the restaurant owner who is so kind that he can give you protection fees and make you tease the waiter in my store. If we touch our people, you will be careful if someone is staring at you behind your butt!"

"You want to leave Los Angeles after almost killing two of my men?"

Nick led everyone to speak to Pablo: "We will never agree!"

"Do you think this matter will be over after our hospitalization?"

The police detectives no longer need anyone to lead them, and their blood began to burn at this moment: "Why don't you die!!"

"Listen to the bastards, you only have the only choice!" Pablo gritted his teeth angrily and squeezed out the sentence from his teeth.

In that second, a huge flame burst out behind him and burned everyone around him, and the group of detectives, led by Pablo, shouted the final words: "Wash your butt before going to prison!"

The last scene on the TV is Pablo's face that was still resolute after the police detectives began to dissipate gradually, the angry, tough, and swearing face when they opened their mouths. However, when the entire scene ended, the news location host treated all the detectives who had re-entered their work status as a set in the face of this scene, the location host in blue female professional suit said something to the people.

"We cannot expect the criminal psychology experts on college campuses to chase criminals with guns, just like we can't control them to swear when these officers' colleagues are injured. People in this society need justice, whether they appear gentlemen or not, or can be quoted from classics. As long as you don't doubt that he will risk his life to comfort the most ordinary citizens, then please allow these people to be completely different from those star-studded stars at the Grammy and Oscars. Anyway, I think they are a group of respectable people, that is, not very cute."

At that time, he sat in a wheelchair in a suit and put his hands and elbows on the handrails. He sat in the anti-black and anti-drug department conference room with his hands crossed his fingers and squinted his eyes. He was listening to Pablo declare war on the Mexicans, listening to this rebellious man stand up for himself and Chekov in a rough way, and knowing that after this news was broadcast, some public intellectuals must have come up with the quality of the police team. He felt a little more moved.

"Mexican, I'm here."
Chapter completed!