busy!

He was never so busy on the weekends when he returned to the police station. He was the only one left in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. Everyone else was treated in the hospital. Not only did he have to write a report on the case in the morning, but he also had to look at the phone number of the entire room. He sent the recorded things to the police stations in a regional manner. Finally, he added: "The anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department is not enough, so the local branch will handle it." Anyway, he could not be busy with the entire Los Angeles case alone, let alone Matthew has not sent him reinforcements.

So, after returning to the Anti-Drug and Anti-Drug Department at 3 pm on the weekend, time passed quickly, and it was getting dark in such a busy time.

That night, Matthew, the savior, finally arrived. When the elevator door opened, he also brought Leonova and Old Carl from the Western Conference.

"Zhou, I'm here to save you."

The appearance of these two people made the weekend feel a very interesting taste. The people in the Western Conference are the most familiar with themselves. Now promoting Karl and Leonova to the Anti-Black and Drug Anti-Drug Department seems to be increasing the number of people, but in fact, it is more like adding bricks and tiles to the structure that has never been possessed on the weekend.

In places like the police station, every department leader has his own team. Pablo has Nick, Adam has a Cavalier, and even Preston has Wood. Except for Quinn, who has never suppressed the murder department, any head and mind have commanders. Matthew has sent Leonova and Old Carl to the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. It seems that he is building a exclusive structure for the weekend. However, what is the purpose of building a structure led by the weekend remains to be figured out. After Matthew is sure to win the throne of the director, he is preparing to ascend Pablo to the five-man team, and is placing himself in the position of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department shelter?

wrong.

This time I made merits at most that the word seconded was used to become a formal police detective. Even if Matthew was promoted vigorously and relying on his identity as a warning star, he would be the end of the day, which was the same level as the sheriff.

I didn't understand Matthew's intentions on the weekend, so I simply didn't guess. Anyway, it was his dream to add manpower to the anti-black and anti-drug department: "Old Carl, you and Leonova set out immediately. An incident of armed injuries in the wandering area was suspected to be related to the Armenians. You were responsible for that area before. You are familiar with the environment, and now you will directly participate in the investigation as a detective."

On weekends, when he had never been a leader, he didn't even pass the two of them directly to reminisce with Old Carl and Leonova. There was no way, he had too many cases, and most of the detectives were in the hospital. At this time, everyone had to take over. If there were no these two people, he would have to go to the front line with his legs lame on the weekends. This is the responsibility of the police.

Old Carl and Leonova looked at each other, took the note recording the incident and the address of the crime over the weekend and cursed, "Did you see it? This is how our police stars persecuted their old companions."

Leonova even added fire and said, "Why don't we go on strike?"

The weekend seemed to be back to the state he was in the Western Conference. Only then would I hear this unscrupulous joke: "Go away now."

Old Carl and Leonova left. Matthew, the deputy director who climbed up from the bottom, looked at the weekend with appreciation and said, "Chekov will be discharged from the hospital next week. I will be able to come back tomorrow. Two detectives who were stunned by the grenade airflow. Pablo, don't expect it. In addition to the concussion, the injury on his leg caused excessive bleeding. Although he was rescued, it will take some time to rest. How about it, can you hold on?" He kept it in a hurry.

"I can't hold on." The weekend responded normally: "What can I do?"

"Zhou, you..." Matthew looked at the weekend with some surprise and said in his heart in the empty public office area: "Actually, since the 'exemption incident', you have been on the blacklist. In my life, there was only one time that time. That person was you. But the next few things you saw me a completely different weekend. You saw that there were others, not only Chekov, but also Nick, Pablo and others in this office. The key is that you dare to take responsibility under pressure and I like it very much. A guy who stood up and greeted the difficulties without showing any expression, always makes people hate it. What changed you?"

I recalled the weekend, as if I remembered my entire transformation. When I was at Montek, I had no one in my eyes, no Christina, no Eyward, no one. After coming to Los Angeles, everything seemed to be forcing him to change. Do you want to integrate into the Western Conference? Then you have to communicate with others. Do you want to integrate into the anti-black and anti-drug department? Then you have to keep wandering around the surrounding circles to form a mutually beneficial atmosphere.

Today, when he turned his head and looked at these things, he realized that he had pulled Chekov's behavior because of self-rescue, which gave him a life-and-death brother who would rather be shot twice on his body than come back to save him. Because of Quinn's threat, he had to unite all the forces around him that could be united, so that he took root in the anti-black and drug-anti-drug department. Because the threat of the Mexicans forced him to revenge and abandon his vested interests, the banner of this department fell on his shoulders.

This is not a means of communication, but at the moment when danger is coming and coming. Reality forces you to understand the principle that when you have to avoid danger, you have to take out something to exchange with others. Therefore, this has become a means of communication, and it has become a means of communication that only belongs to the weekend.

"Who knows?" Zhouzhang shrugged helplessly and did not answer the question directly.

Matthew smiled meaningfully at the weekend and said, "You are busy, I'm going to prepare for tomorrow's General Administration meeting. By the way, if Chekov becomes Sha Zhan, do you have no objection?"

"Of course not." Looking at Matthew saying this in surprise over the weekend, Chekov's meaning was to make himself Pablo's right-hand man. Is there any difference between that bear and his as a sand stall?

Matthew left. What he didn't know on the weekend was that after leaving the building, he called the Special Operations Bureau: "Hey, I'm Matthew. Now there are few people in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. I want a few people to come from you. No, don't want those who support the Special Operations Bureau. I want newcomers. I've worked very well with the New Mexico District this morning and the weekend. No, don't want snipers. The Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department does not need snipers."

There was only one person left in the Anti-Dyeing and Anti-Drug Department with the lights on late at night. He started to get busy again, probably until dawn this time. However, no matter what, the elevator lights turned on again on the weekend. Just as he was concentrating on his busyness, a "ding" sound came, and then the elevator door slowly opened, and three men in suits and laughing walked in.

"Private, SWAT Billy reported."

"Private, SWP Pjanic reported."

"Private, SWAT HAMERS reported."
Chapter completed!