Bang.

In the night, a newspaper was thrown by Derek on his desk, while Jimmy in his office picked it up and glanced. In the light, there was a huge title written on the newspaper - the case of two corpses and feet being broken has not been solved yet, and the town police station was questioned.

Jimmy Babs put the newspaper back on the table. After a busy day, he rubbed his cheeks with his hands and whispered: "This is not fair."

Derek took off his blazer and put it on the back of the chair, sat down and responded, "Yes, it's not fair."

"Two murders have reduced our case resolution rate by 17%, and the crime rate has increased by 10.9%. The level of public security in all small towns around San Antonio has dropped by four, and they are at the bottom." Derek leaned on his back and said, "There is no fair or unfair at this time. The superiors have to solve the case rate. We and the FBI want murderers, and the media want justice. Do you think anyone will talk to us at this time? Who will stand up and tell everyone that there is still a pervert in the 1980 file in the file "f-punishment = killing - person - case not solved. They even have an investigation bureau that specializes in this type of "cold case". The most recent perverted murderer who caught the first crime was in 1991... No one will do this."

"But this case is a f-handling process in judicial proceedings, and they should not blame the Montek Police Department."

"Who cares?"

Derek pointed to his nose and said, "The police chief's son is dead, and there are still people who care about who is dealing with the case. Is it the responsibility? The case in the news reports did not even mention a single word, but 'Drek's only son' was brought up twenty-seven times."

"Do you think American citizens want justice? All they want is that someone pleaded guilty and was punished after a major case. He has completely forgotten that the so-called police chief is still the father of the deceased who should have been sympathized with, Goddamn's father."

The room suddenly became quiet. The two people under the greatest pressure in the Montek Police Department could only complain, because they had to walk out of the office with confidence. If anyone could see the virtues of these two people, who would have the confidence to solve such a complicated case?

"Um?"

Jimmy Babs took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.

"You should give me a big sausage at this time." After taking the cigarette, Derek searched for a long time before he found out that he didn't have a lighter, as if he didn't remember quitting smoking.

"ye, when this case is settled, I will definitely deduct some points for you in the future sales case of the big-marijuana trafficking case." After that, he sent the lighter to Derek.

After lit the cigarette, Derek laughed and scolded: "You sweet-mouthed, damn bastard, I'll be killed by your nicotine sooner or later."

"By the way, those gun dealers..."

Jimmy replied: "Only one was not caught, the rest were in the prisoner's squeeze room, but all were ruled out."

"Including not caught that?"

Jimmy nodded: "Yes."

“What’s the reason?”

"There are two reasonable evidence of absence, which has been confirmed. Another person forced by F was taken away. The information sent back was that this kid had never sold it. The 45-caliber gun, and the one he didn't catch in the end, Patrolman Zhou picked up the bag he threw down during the escape. There was no silencer in the bag. The silencer is a shortage of things. Citizens need to apply for legal purchases. There are clear photos on the form. If the guy who was sent away really had a channel to get such things, it would never be possible to buy only one, so... the probability is too low."

"But we have no other clues, aren't we?"

The office fell into silence again.

...

"Weekly, give me the police car keys." Christina, who had changed into casual clothes, walked to her desk on the weekend: "When I was chasing Hans today, I lost my car keys."

On the weekend, he handed over the car keys that had not been returned and said, "Do you have a spare key at home? Otherwise, I will send you back, at least I don't have to worry about some people reporting." As he spoke, he glanced at the lights on the second floor with his eyes.

"No, we are not living in the same direction. I got the spare key and had to return the police car." Christina walked out of the police station with the key. No one saw her breath as she walked out of the door in a very normal manner.

"Zhou." Aihuad shouted in the distance, holding a document.

"What?" turned the chair in a direction over the weekend.

Old Eyward asked, "Did you hand over the two reports you gave to me to the Director or Jimmy? Why did I forget?"

"Of course, Director, I am not a member of the commando team, what report should I give him?"

"Strange, then why did he do with your report?"

For a moment, Zhouzhao looked up at the director's office on the second floor. He had the urge to give Jimmy a big mouth.

...

In the black area, when Christina drove a police car to park at the door, she bent down in the police car and groped under the driver's seat. After a while, two stacks of banknotes were touched out by her.

This was the most tangled afternoon since Christina became a policeman. She didn't dare to look at the weekend's gaze all afternoon, because she was afraid that she would be seen.

No one could imagine what Christina had experienced this afternoon, and no one knew how many glances she had looked out the window through the glass window in the police station, and each glance was aimed at the police car parked in the police station parking lot.

"Touch m."

Walking out of the car to the door of her house, Christina shouted after she opened the door.

In the familiar house, my mother was watching TV on the sofa: "You are back, it's just right, can you take a day off tomorrow?"

"What's the matter?" Before Christina could tell her mother about the $20,000 in her bag, she heard a voice that made her not know how to react: "Tomorrow, you will accompany me to the bank, and I have made an appointment."

“Why?”

"I want to mortgage this house, Duster should go to San Antonio."

For a moment, Christina no longer had the noise with her mother. She just walked over and sat on the sofa and hugged her mother tightly: "Touch m."

"Hmm?" The old lady being held in a loose nightgown sighed in her question.

“i-love-temptation.”

The old lady joked: "If I had known this sentence was so expensive, I would have started saving money since I was fourteen."

"Haha." Christina, who was amused, said: "I don't have to go to the bank tomorrow. I can handle that amount of money."

...

In the church in the black district of the town, a black Audi sedan slowly stopped there, with only one person in the car, and a man who could not see any Latino characteristics without looking carefully came out of the car.

The priest stood in front of the church, waiting quietly in a black clergy outfit. When the two of them faced each other, the priest smiled, and the Latino man said something interesting.

"Father, I think there are some misunderstandings between us."

Evan Basdale smiled even brighter, from smiling to grinning. If he could see it on weekends, he would definitely understand why the average life expectancy of American blacks is low. If these blacks don't laugh at you at night, you really can't see him when you drive.

"It must be a misunderstanding." The priest said.

"I will reconcile on behalf of Mr. Belttu-Leva... if you can lower the conditions."

The priest didn't say anything, quietly looking at the not-so-obvious Mexican, waiting for his next sentence.

"To show sincerity, I will give you a small gift first. As far as we know, Evan Group has never had anyone from the police station to help you in Montek. You and the police station are not equal. Now, Mr. Belttu-Leva gives you an equal opportunity."

He took out his cell phone, and a moment later, the ringtone of the cell phone came from the priest. When the priest lifted the robe and took out the cell phone, a video appeared on the cell phone.

In the video, the female policeman picked up two stacks of US dollars behind the house and stuffed them into her crotch. She completed this series of actions but squatted down in her heart. The recorder's whispered scream from the recorder, "Wow, if this video is posted on the Internet, the reputation of the American police will be completely ruined. He spoke Spanish, not English.

The priest did not look like he had a treasure. Instead, the smile on his face gradually calmed down and said, "I have already felt your sincerity, and I am very grateful."

"Mr. Father, our sincerity is not over yet. Since you don't like the two blocks of San Antonio, then we plan to convert these two blocks into pure profits. There is an energy company in San Antonio, and we will give you 5% of the shares, a written agreement, a contract, and a signing in the law firm. The annual profit is as high as three million US dollars. Our condition is to ask the priest to bind all black people in Montek as agreed before, not to cause trouble, not cause trouble, and not sell drugs. In order to paralyze the police, occasionally do some tricks such as street fights."

"no problem."

The person who came laughed even deeper: "So, see you on the day of signing the contract."

"Wow." The priest didn't even say goodbye, and watched the man return to the car and leave the black area.

In the church, Omar walked out, and this time, he was holding mp5 in his hand.

"Father, that's it, it's over?"

"This is just beginning," said the priest. "Tell all of us to prepare guys and keep them cheering up every day, starting today, double their salary and ready to go to war."

"Father..." Omar didn't understand.

The priest handed him the phone.

“This is, the white ghetto behind the black district.”

"They have put people under my nose. I finally understand why, my boss, Best, who has been dead for decades, said before his death, 'The gang will never be able to negotiate, because they are too greedy and no one is willing to divide the benefits within their eyes, even a little bit'. Whoever lets them share the profit will die."
Chapter completed!