When, when, when, when.

When the knock on the door sounded, Christina was wearing a very home-based suspender and was watching TV with her mother in a basin of salad. When she put down the basin of vegetable salad and walked to the door, the moment she opened the door, an old man in priestly costume was standing at the door.

"Father." Christina's mother recognized the black man at a glance.

Christina corrected: "Mom, we have checked the clergy's registration book. There is no name for Evan Basdale on it, and the church in the black area has been abandoned for many years." Turning her head, she asked seriously: "Is there anything wrong?"

"We should talk." The priest said with a smile.

"Yes, I will wait for you in the interrogation room the day I catch you."

The priest smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't care about the cruelty of the woman in front of him: "If this is the only way to delay you for a few minutes, I have to say, I'm sorry."

He handed over the phone and added: "You can choose to mute it or delete it after reading it, as long as you believe I don't have a backup in my hand."

When Christina saw the scene on the screen of her phone, her first reaction was to turn off the sound and look back at her mother. When she looked at her mother who had been paying attention to the development at the door, she was afraid that her mother would walk out of the house like she knew, so she turned her hand and closed the door.

The light from the window next to the door expanded outwards, and Christina stood in the shadow next to the light: "What do you want?"

"You have captured j, destroyed my closed prostitute, and forced me to provide you with information about gun dealers. Why is it? How much evidence is there about me in your hands?"

"You want me to be your insider at the police station?"

"Isn't it obvious? Am I here to study with you why an upright black policewoman suddenly became interested in the streets' black money?" The priest smiled and said, "Oh, I understand, unless she has a child who has autism and needs a lot of treatment."

Evan Basdale looked back at the car parked by the roadside and Omar standing next to the car. Omar held his hands in front of him and was smiling proudly.

"oh-**." Christina held her hand against the wall, unable to accept everything in front of her.

The priest put his hand on Christina's shoulder and said gentlely: "Don't worry too much. I am different from the gangster leaders I play in TV series and movies. At least I won't ruin you."

Bang.

Christina slapped the priest's hand away: "Don't let him - Mom touches me."

"Ok." The priest raised his hand and wanted to give Christina a sense of security: "From today on our cooperation, we will tell me everything you know. I will not let the police get nothing during the arrest process. Maybe... just take out the most important things inside a little bit. At that time, the police can catch people and deliver goods, and I can avoid huge losses. You are still an upright female police officer who patrols in a police car every day."

"At the same time, starting today, you don't have to worry about Dust's tuition fees. Let your mother go to Las Vegas every month, and my man will lose her ten thousand dollars in a specific time. You have nothing to do with this. Your mother is lucky and can win some money from Las Vegas every month. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Looking at Christina who kept glaring at her, the priest turned his head and looked at Omar: "Don't be satisfied? It seems that she is not very satisfied."

"Who will smile with satisfaction when selling the moral bottom line to the devil?" Christina said this with the most hideous attitude in her voice.

The priest reached out to take the phone from Christina's hand and pointed at him, "The devil will not force anyone to trade. You gave the olive branch first, right?"

"If you really don't want to, you can." The priest said after holding his cell phone, "I'll pass it on to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. At that time, in the eyes of those upright people in the black area, you will become a very dirty black policeman; however, in the eyes of the gangsters, police are never a good thing. At that time, if you lose your police job, you can escape the disaster and avoid legal sanctions, you may not even be a supermarket waiter in the black area of ​​Montek. There is no second choice except to move out of this town that raises you."

Christina gritted her teeth and said, "Never step into the courtyard of my house. From today on, no matter when, you and your people, as long as I feel that you have any threat to my family, I will fight to the death to break up what I can see. Do you understand everyone who has something to do with you?"

"It's reasonable. If I don't show up here, no one will ever know our relationship." The priest completely ignored Christina's threat.

After hesitating for a long time, Christina's sin began to split in her body, and a second sin derivative was born.

"J, the prostitute - the matters in the yard are not directed at you. J is a burglary case by the TT Gang. You should have known this when you killed J. The prostitute - the prostitute - the prostitute is completely accident. If your subordinates were not so arrogant and would give us any information, the murder case in the toilet would not have been discovered at all."

She spoke.

The priest nodded with satisfaction: "Why did Derek come to me? After his son died, there was no reason to think of me."

"I did the game."

"you?"

"Yes."

Christina continued: "I put all the clues on Evan Basdale's well-informed knowledge, and I told Derek that as long as you force you a little, the gun dealers in Montek will surface."

"Why?"

"You killed j. He is my informant. You made me feel embarrassed. Do you understand??!!"

The priest was silent. He didn't expect that an informant would be so important to Christina.

"The police also care about the life and death of the informant?" He asked a little disbelief.

Before Christina got angry, Evan Basdale changed the topic and said, "Is there any?"

"Today someone rushed to the police station. The news that he said you were going to fight with people has spread throughout the black area. Last night, you heard gunshots. Your people have angered some honest people in the black area. Before the murder case of broken feet is solved, you'd better not cause anything, otherwise, the next target of the police station is Evan Basdale Crime Group."

The priest turned his head and looked at Omar for the third time and said, "You shot? Last night? You took the damn gun and killed that damn guy?"

"Then what I said? I said, don't make anyone's ideas, don't make too loud noises, I want that guy to evaporate, **, am I talking to you in Arabic??"

"You guys are really out of sight." Christina said a little unbearable.

"I'm very sorry, I'm a little excited." He said at the rhythm of Christina's speech: "It should be gone, right?"

"It's gone."

"No." Christina suddenly remembered something and said, "Evan, you have to kill Hans, I want to see pictures of him dead."

The priest shook his head and said, "Kerry, I won't help you this time. Even if I understand that you don't want a second person to blackmail you, but you need to prove to me that you will not be back to the police position after working with me."

"Hans, I'll find someone to find out if this person is in Montek, but you have to do it yourself and wait for my phone call."

When the priest turned his head and walked towards his car, he turned around and said, "How do I remember Hans should be someone on the list I provided to you?"

"never mind."

Before Christina could say anything, the priest had already ended the topic.

The priest happily hummed the American hooligan song that had been revised, and bent down and got into the car.

At this time, Christina opened the door and walked back home. There was a basin of salad on the table. H Bo also played her favorite "Shaunted Stories 5" but she just walked back to the room alone and disappeared from her mother's sight.

She didn't know if she was wrong, and she didn't know how her mother and the police should balance her identities. She leaned on the bed so tiredly, staring at the crib next to her in the dim light under the desk lamp. She was sleeping soundly, only seventeen-month-old child.

After time passed, Christina never felt like she wanted to sleep. The feeling seemed to have completely left her and abandoned her.

Buzz.

The vibrating sound of the phone rang in front of the dressing table. In order not to wake up the child, Christina held the phone in her hand and answered it directly without even reading the phone number: "Hey..." She seemed weak when she greeted the phone.

"I found out that Hans is at his boyfriend's house."

"Impossible." Christina said: "The information we investigated will definitely be fed back. There is no reason why the FBI did not find his relationships as soon as possible. Why didn't he run away?"

"Believe me, a bisexual who has a girlfriend and a child but is not married in Texas, a place where homosexuals are discriminated against, will not tell anyone that he has a boyfriend. In addition, the money that Hans used to run away should be with you." The other end of the phone said the closing statement: "Look at you, you now have a perfect reason to rush in and kill Hans and his boyfriend. Then, you can tell me any troubles you have, as long as it is not a political assassination, I am willing to solve all your troubles for you, my friend."

bump.
Chapter completed!