"Current Dust is going to San Antonio."

In the sun, while the police car was patrolling in Area C without any rules, I saw Christina's little woman for the first time in the cool morning weather on weekends.

At this time, the complexion of skin is no longer important. Christina's pure black skin was completely black and shiny. Her smile was very gentle. Although the flesh bulging on her cheekbones would never be able to see the apple skin in this life, after the melancholy dissipated, people could still see the beauty that belongs to black people.

"Congratulations."

Instead of being too long-winded on the weekend, I asked directly: "Have you solved the financial problem? Our salary is too small. If you do a mortgage, you may have to work overtime to pay off your debts in the future. Unfortunately, Montek is not like New York, where there are so many politicians and special witnesses in Los Angeles that need protection. I really don't know how Derek will arrange your time in the future when he heard about this. However, you do what every parent will do."

"i'm-good, sunght?" Christina asked with a beautiful smile.

"Best." This is the answer for the weekend.

She smiled, and she completely entered a state of relaxation with the praise of the weekend, and it was truly no different from usual.

However, everyone is focused on their inner world. At this time, they will ignore everything around them, just like the abnormalities that Christina reacted on the weekend because of considering the case, which allowed her to pass the stable period; like the Montek Police Department, when everyone is focused on solving the murder of the police chief's son, they forget that the biggest trouble in Montek Town is not these perverts and killers, but local gangsters.

The patrol passed quickly. This time, due to the weekend's concentration, even the sour cucumber hot dog that Christina joked with him at lunch was savored. It was a sweet, salty, and sour taste...

When the police car returned to the police station when night fell, I saw the commando bringing back two different gangsters from the car on the weekend. These gangsters Kong Wu were powerful and were not as good as those gangsters who were usually seen, and even their eyes looked fierce.

"Bryan." Christina took her head out of the window after parking the car and asked alertly: "What guys are these people?"

"Hey, Kerry." Brian was the commando that Christina called to fall under the typist Kelly's pomegranate skirt. He shrugged indifferently: "It was just a temporary thug of the gun dealer. These people followed Weibei to have sex. We caught them and planned to ask. If we could recognize who was already in the surveillance video, the case would be solved, after all, there would be a large bonus."

"Have you asked something? You will definitely not wait until you arrest them before interrogating them. I know you." Christina digs deeper and deeper during the inquiry.

"I got nothing. These guys have not sold 45 bullets with Vebe, at least not this year. However, there is a valuable information. They say Vebe does not have a silencer in his hands. Only Hans has such a professional thing in the underground market."

bump.

On the weekend, he slapped the interior of the car body in front of the car window with his palm. He felt something was wrong. Hans was just a gun dealer. Why did he shoot and fight back when the police were arrested? Shooting the police resisted arrest and escaping when they were caught are two different things. This is what drug dealers do. Is Hans guilty? In addition, after watching the arrest records of the other three gun dealers on the weekend, all three of them fled to varying degrees. One of them stopped after firing the gun, and the other was hit by the police. Although the one caught by the F-force did not report to the bureau, the shooting did not occur. Otherwise, the FBI personnel would definitely call to report on its danger and make the Montek Police Department be cautious.

After yesterday's incident, Hans was bound to run away, which means that the most important clue was broken in his hands.

"Kerry." Christina interrupted the weekend and whispered: "Do you have a well-informed informant in your hands?"

"Die j?"

“Now is not the time to joke.”

“That’s not.”

After Christina answered, she saw the first time she saw anger hidden on the weekend: "Hey, it's not my fault that she can't catch a gun dealer who fired a gun at the police."

I didn't answer the weekend. When I got up and got out of the car and walked towards the distance, my mind was full of questions about Hans. Where would Hans go? Is it possible to catch him? These questions are the key to solving the case.

An ordinary civilian followed him into the police station on the weekend, and followed him into the public office area when the electronic door inside the police station opened. He was casually like someone he brought back on the weekend, and the distance between him and the weekend was also suitable.

"Private." The black man in a gray T-shirt is very tall. Judging from his outfit, he looks like a manual laborer who is mingling in the low-end labor market.

I didn’t care about this cry on weekends. In the past, people who called the police would go to the window service office outside the electronic door of the police station, and it would never be possible to come here.

Jimmy Babs saw his commando pulling two suspects back, walked out of the office, and happened to meet the black man, so the black man said respectfully: "Police officer, I need to talk to someone."

"I'm very busy. If you call the police..." Before Jimmy finished speaking, the black man burst out directly. He stretched out his index finger and poked the ground from the distance between his arm and the ground from the ground. He shouted loudly at everyone in the police station: "i-say!"

"I, he, mom, have to talk to someone!"

Jimmy was stunned. Everyone in the busy police station was stunned. He was loud and explosive, as if he was blown out of his throat under huge pressure, and he could not help but pay attention.

"Do you want to report the case?"

Jimmy Babs was yelled at the mercy. Everyone in this industry knew that except for those who dared to yell so loudly at the police, there was nothing left to those who were bullied at the bottom of society. If you don’t accuse the police of being incompetent, you can’t find any venting outlets. These two types of people are just the police who can’t afford to offend them, especially the latter, and the mercy on the media and countless sources on the Internet as a strong backing, they can use a wave to control public opinion.

The black man became very depressed, and his cracked lips were trembling slightly when he lowered his head: "I am already very familiar with all crimes now. If I had a police badge, I wouldn't have to call the police at all."

Jimmy Babs, a little confused, asked, "Sir, can you express clearly what you want to say?"

"I have lived in Montek all my life, living in a small house of $170,000. Even if the house in the rich area has risen to around 500,000, I don't feel that I am not qualified to survive in this small town. But I have been suppressing all my complaints throughout my life. Today, I don't want to continue to suppress it, and I won't do the same in the future."

His eyes became more and more concentrated, as if Jimmy Babs was his biggest enemy in his life.

"I live in the black area, and the lawn at the door is full of leftover beer cans. Every day on the road, I can see some drunken vomiting last night or in the early morning. My seven-year-old daughter fell down while playing in her own yard and she fell pasta with a very disgusting face. That's not the garbage left over from our lunch." He became more and more angry: "In the past four years, my home has been burgled seven times, seven times!"

"A man who relies on odd jobs to support his family, his monthly salary is very short of money. Even the house he lives in is the worst in the black area. Such people are burglary 7 times? And when you swept away the gang of the TT gang, there was no stolen item from my house! In four years, there has not been a police cracking a theft case in the black area that I can talk about. My wife doesn't dare to go out after nine o'clock in the evening. My daughter will be reminded to "Don't go out" as long as she approaches the door at night. The day before yesterday, I heard gunshots twice last night. Can anyone tell me, do I live in Afghanistan??!!"

"In the black area, you can see graffiti all over the walls, behind the night scenes, and you can see people with tattoos all over your body and face lingering at the bar door. My hunting rifle at home has to be on bullets every moment to prevent any emergencies, and you have to worry about whether my princess will take out her hunting rifle and shoot herself up with one shot."

“The first thing every person who grew up in the black area learned was to quickly avoid it after hearing the gunshots, and then we were all numb.”

His voice became weaker, and his whole body became a little listless: "What the hell did I make? Why did God punish me like this?"

"Is this still the United States?"

"How do I remember the news that we used $2 million missiles to bomb a tent in Afghanistan. Even the rebels and fled Snodon knew that we could listen to phone calls from any corner of the world... Why didn't anyone deal with those damn gangs?"

A muscular and strong-body man pressed his low voice and made me feel so heartbroken when he talked. Every word this man said hit the policeman: "I don't want my baby daughter to grow up to teach her how to get out of the haze of being raped. I don't want her first sex-education to secretly put a evasion-pregnancy-condom in her schoolbag, telling her that when she is holding a pistol and a dagger pushes her in the corner, she should calmly let the other party wear a condom to prevent infectious diseases rather than lamenting her misfortune in pain."

"Is this still the United States?"

"The child rushed into the campus with all kinds of weapons to massacre his friends; the father locked his daughter in the basement as a sex slave; hundreds of motorcycle parties fought on the streets of the largest city in Texas, spending more than a thousand shots, and even our town has two unlucky guys who were killed and then chopped their feet."

"Now, the entire black district knows that Evan Basdale is going to fight with the Mexicans at any time... What do you do if the fire comes into being? Buy steel plates and seal the windows to prevent stray bullets? Then I have to buy so many steel plates!"

"I..." he pointed to his chest and said, "He is past the age of worshiping gangsters. He just wants to live in a poor life that works on his own hands. Please let you play God once and satisfy me once, okay?"

Sentenced...

ps: It must be explained that the security of a border town is so critical that it is a bit exaggerated. An Jing wrote this plot after looking for multiple cases.
Chapter completed!