In the police detective's office, Quinn was watching the afternoon news on TV. The coffee on the desk was cold, and the cigarettes burned on the ashtray and the cigarettes were burning, but Quinn's eyes were always staring at the screen.

When, when, when, when.

After Quinn's office door rang, the Knight walked in and he said helplessly: "Private, there is no more a4 paper."

Quinn glanced at the Knight with his eyes slanted, as if asking, "Come to report this kind of thing to the sheriff?"

The knight stood at the door and turned his head awkwardly and said, "Privately, you seem to have forgotten that since last week, the funds for our department have been used up. Among the funds allocated by the General Administration to the police detectives, the funds for the homicide department have been reduced twice in a row, but we still have two departments that are paying for the forensic department and forensic doctor..."

Each department of the Detective Bureau has its own funds, which are freely dispatched by the sheriff. Perhaps it is the detectives' overtime pay, attendance award, or subsidies within the department, including stationery, tables, chairs, benches and other things. However, since Matthew started the police station cleaning, the Homicide Department, which was supposed to be the richest department of the Detective Bureau, has become a pauper. In addition, a forensic department who is used to being used to extravagance and waste often comes here to get all kinds of things. Soon, the Homicide Department's wealth is gone.

Quinn understood that Matthew was waiting for his transfer application, otherwise how could the Homicide Department become a stepmother after Adam died? How could such a large department even start to shortage of stationery? He, the sheriff, had to worry about the things that even Sha Zhan was too lazy to deal with!

Helplessly, Quinn, as the sheriff, took out his wallet, took out his private credit card and said, "Go and fill in all the things that our department lacks."

Quinn, who was a financial councillor from the police department, was used to this intrigue. If he hadn't stood out in such an environment, how could he have been airborne to the Homicide Department and become a leader of a department?

"Dear viewers, the police and gangster gun battle in New Mexico lasted all morning was finally over. We lost too much in this battle. The police officers who fought on the front line day and night gave their lives for it. Should we think about it, if we could find a more effective way when facing gangsters. Will these people not have to leave us?"

The words of the TV station's outdoor host reminded Quinn. After he looked up at the TV for a long time, he immediately sat back in front of the computer and quickly retrieved the files related to the case. That second, Quinn picked up the phone and dialed the phone number of the director's office: "Private, I'm Quinn."

"No, you can't discuss this with the deputy director, you can only tell you personally...because it's important."

"I think there are big loopholes in the anti-black and anti-drug department operation this time. You also know that Pablo and Deputy Director Matthew have a very good relationship, so... I think it's better for us to talk."

"Privately, I have seen all the files of this case. According to the information displayed on the scene, this New Mexico operation could have avoided large-scale casualties. In this matter, I think some people should stand up and be responsible to give the citizens an explanation."

"What explanation? Why do we have to pay such a huge loss to resolve this case after we have formulated a detailed plan? And why did Mexico work so hard to smuggle over and commit suicide terrorist attacks? What exactly is the reason why Nick, an agent of the anti-gang and anti-drug department, caused such a big scene after careful investigation? I think this is the dereliction of duty of the commander!"

"What? The person in charge this time is Deputy Director Matthew? Oh my God, I thought it was Pablo's idiot, why did Deputy Director Matthew make such a low-level mistake?"

"Yes, I understand. I will definitely attend the meeting of the General Administration tomorrow on time and will organize all the materials."

Quinn, who put down the phone, smiled viciously and stared at the weekend and Matthew on the TV screen like a snake. After so long silence, it was time to enter the weekend and Matthew!

So Quinn became busy. He first searched for everyone he knew in the TV screen, and then called and asked: "I am Quinn. Please tell me what happened in the New Mexico crime scene. This is the director's order... Well, I have recorded what you said. I have to remind you that as a policeman, you must be responsible for what you said, do you know?" The ability to pass the false imperial edict seemed to be innate. After Quinn was familiar with the skill of lying, his face was full of pride in obtaining information, without any regrets of deceiveing ​​the front-line combatants: "Okay, I understand, this matter is not allowed to be known by anyone until tomorrow. This is also an order."

When Matthew led the special police and anti-black and anti-drug detectives at the crime scene over the weekend, a conspiracy caused by office politics was brewing. A department leader who was not good at solving the case but had always occupied the important position of the sheriff began to quarrel with the deputy director who was about to take over as the director. You can't even imagine that at this moment, Quinn's seriousness showed exceeded his attitude when solving the case. He sat behind his desk and took out a piece of white paper to sort out all his ideas, and then sorted them according to the seriousness of these ideas, and finally determined the order of speaking, he began to analyze word by word which sentence has loopholes and which sentence should have loopholes.

This is an expert. Those places that were not thought well before were repaired immediately. The flaws were deliberately exposed and were filled with rebuttals of how to deal with the other party. At the same time, he directly pulled the opponent into the abyss. He didn't seem to be attending a meeting at all, but instead he was attending a debate.

At that time, Quinn was like an evil artist crafting his own works. After experiencing silence, he began a crazy outbreak at the moment when he found an opportunity.

He still remembers that every time he looked at his eyes in the elevator on weekends, his eyes were extremely cold...

He still remembers that every time he went to the General Administration for a meeting, Matthew always beat himself at the meeting, and then sneered in front of everyone!

What?

All this comes from the position you shouldn't have sat?

ridiculous!

What has the director who has been sitting in the position of the top leader of the police station done in recent years? Didn’t he sit there quietly waiting for retirement?

This is not a battle between justice and evil at all, it is politics!

Noon passed like this. On the weekend, the half-hour lunch news, Matthew was commanding the rescue of the wounded and the Mexicans who were comforting the destroyed homes around them. None of the two expected that after facing the struggles of their companions, they returned to the police station and returned to the safest place in Los Angeles and faced the cold knife stabbed by their own people.

"Closing the team."

After finally getting everything done, Matthew shouted out what every police officer most wanted to hear on this day. He took out his cell phone at that weekend. There were 24 missed calls and several text messages on it. The missed calls started from last night to this morning. He was immersed in the case and forgot when he touched the mute button.

"What's wrong?" Matthew looked at the police, firefighters and medical staff evacuated the scene step by step, leaving only the patrol officers and forensic department personnel while collecting evidence and finishing work, and looked at the weekend and asked.

He shook his head over the weekend and said, "Privately, I have to go home..."

Matthew immediately refused: "Zhou, Pablo is in the hospital, Nick... You are not the time to take leave now, and there is still a lot of work in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department."

Both of them almost forgot that they were involved in the case as a vacation on weekends.

"No, no, no, private, I have to go back, even if it's only an hour, you see."

I handed over the phone over the weekend, and the text message read: "Zhou, the bread in the refrigerator has been eaten up. Don't forget to buy it when you come back."

"Zhou, there is no ham, Gaia is going to be your TV, and I'm stopping it."

"Zhou, you bastard, why do you have a password on your computer? I need a computer to complete my homework!"

Matthew opened his eyes wide and said, "Don't you already have a girlfriend? Who is this Roger? Your little boyfriend?"

He rolled his eyes suddenly over the weekend and said, "I don't like the deputy director's jokes about patrol officers."
Chapter completed!