Crunch.

The moment he pushed open the door and entered the General Administration's conference room in a wheelchair on the weekend, he saw that the long tables were all sitting inside the police station, the Commercial Crime Investigation Section, the Criminal Investigation Section, the Homicide Section, the Police Department Finance Department, the Chief of the Detectives Department, the Director of the Special Operations Bureau, the Deputy Director Matthew and the Director were all in this room. At that second, he saluted everyone on the weekend and said seriously: "Private, the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department seconded the detectives to the weekend report."

What to do?

After saying this, I didn’t understand the situation in front of me at all. Anyone in this room was at least two or three levels higher than me. How could such a person call him during a meeting? This is not a regular meeting within the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department.

The director still looked half-dead, and he was piled up in the chair without any majesty and said, "Quin, the person you are looking for is here, let's continue the topic just now."

When I turned my head over the weekend, I looked at Quinn standing up, an idea came to my mind inexplicably: "Isn't this guy here to trouble myself when so many people died in the police station? Then how idiot he has to be to pick and take action at such a time?"

Quinn stood up and whispered: "Everyone!"

"I said that I felt something was wrong with the case in New Mexico from making plans to on-site command. Now, I can explain it to you."

Quinn looked at the weekend and asked, "Officer Zhou, the case you made yesterday morning was the plan you made, right?"

At that time, the weekend was at the door of the conference room, which was the end of the conference table facing the director. But after Quinn said this, every department leader turned his body to the direction of the weekend in his own position, which was so eye-catching.

It was a very interesting moment when I looked at Matthew in so many eyes on the weekend. It was a very interesting moment. At this critical moment, whether it was using his eyes or chin, Matthew should give him a little signal to the weekend. He either stared at him and told him to take it down, or everyone was paying attention to him secretly pointing at himself with a finger on the weekend, indicating that he could push the responsibility up on the weekend, but at this time, the old monk Matthew crossed his fingers like he entered a meditation, looking straight at Quinn with no hint. His face was full of contemptuous smiles.

What does this mean?

I didn't care about it on the weekend and spoke directly: "It was the plan I made. At that time, Mr. Porter, the director of the Special Operations Bureau, and Mr. Pablo, the sheriff of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Division, were both there, but they did not know much about the Mexicans. So, from the beginning of getting the news, I arranged the whole thing."

The director seemed to have not taken the storm in the conference room, and tilted his head to Director Matthew's ear and said, "This kid is good."

Matthew nodded, not even saying a letter. He knew that with the volume of the director's speech, he would definitely not hear it on weekends.

Quinn asked again: "Officer Zhou, can you tell me why the seconded detectives in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department are responsible for making plans rather than implementing them in such a big case? What are the sheriffs of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department doing? What are Sha Zhan doing? What are the directors of the Special Operations Bureau? Which of these three people is more experienced than you and is more suitable for making plans?"

Instead of Quinn's aggressiveness on the weekend, it was surprisingly calm. Even the doubts of entering the conference room have been removed. I instantly entered the track seamlessly connected with the state in the room, like a stable train just set sail.

"Actually, I'm quite strange about this problem." Looking up at the weekend, he asked, "Why did I, an ordinary patrolman who just joined the job last summer, turn into a second detective in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Division of the Los Angeles Police Department?"

"Oh, I remembered it. It seemed that when I was a patrolman, I was fighting with two of my partners on the streets with the Mexican killers. Later, I arrested Mexicans in the vast Gobi Desert in Texas with patrolmen from the entire police station. It seemed that in the streets of New Mexico in Los Angeles, Chekov and desert ants, I was also the Sheriff Quinn. You asked me a lot. How could I remember that there was me in the murder case at the Cecil Hotel, but you didn't have you? It shouldn't be, you are the sheriff of the Homicide Department. How did the two patrolmen in charge of solving that case, one was Adam and the other was Zhouzhang, and these two people made a bet with F. The group of high-ranking men still owe us a "naked run" (he didn't know that Joe had completed the bet), and you, the scene of the two murders did not appear."

puff.

Porter laughed out loud, and when the laughter came out, he felt embarrassed to cover it with a cough: "Cough, cough. Well." What he thought to himself was: "This kid's mouth is too damaged, so others said he was incompetent. He was fine, and he just slapped his backhand."

The weekend has changed. It is no longer a patrolman who is silently under pressure and wants to counterattack in the case. It is not a newcomer who is forced to do nothing but beat people to vent his anger. Now on the weekend, Deputy Director Matthew is on top, Pablo is protecting his head, and the entire Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department and the Western Division are holding his feet. At this time, you are bullying him and still expecting him to remain silent? Why? That is what happened to you again and again on the weekend!

Quinn was not panicked. This was the flaw he deliberately exposed. All he had to wait for was to punch Zhouzhang. There was only a slight accident. Zhouzhang directly pulled the gun at the flaw and pulled the trigger mercilessly.

"Very good." He glared at the weekend, made up his mind to kill him in one go, and then turned the gun and directly targeted Matthew: "That is to say, you admit that you made the plan for the New Mexico area this time." He got rid of all the factors that were unfavorable to him and only picked up what he needed and said: "Police Officer Zhou, do you admit that the Mexicans who had already blown a grenade at Lambert's house are extremely dangerous criminals?"

"I admit it." The weekend answered with a relaxed expression.

"Do you admit that such dangerous people must be treated with caution. If a mistake occurs, they will face an irreversible situation?" Quinn asked this question and refused to answer the weekend at all, and continued to ask: "In such an emergency, why did there be no investigation on the number of people hiding Mexicans when the anti-black and anti-drug control of Nickelodeon? Why didn't some wait for some to investigate clearly and make the location, number, and weapons of Mexicans hiding become what we know about the situation, and how to formulate a combat plan?"

"Zhou, you are indeed very capable. You can solve cases and command the overall situation, but what the police station needs is not a personal heroism worshiper who sacrifices his companions at will for glory!"

"It's just a little bit. Your control only needs to investigate the specific hiding location of the Mexicans and the specific number of people. You are the hero of all of us, but you didn't do this because your contribution made you proud, and the identity of a police star made you careless!"

What a cruel knife!

Quinn showed off his dagger as if he had found the weakest part of the entire plan, and then used all his strength to stab him in the blood splatter. Don't forget that in the entire police system in California and even the United States, the people responsible for making the plan and the people responsible for the on-site command will be responsible for the mistakes in the entire case.

Quinn turned around and looked at Matthew and spoke again: "Privately, this is what I said, and there is still!"

Swish!

Everyone in the conference room seemed to see Quinn show his second knife: "I think the commander-in-chief of this operation, that is, Pablo must become the next person in charge. Why would a department sheriff implement a plan full of loopholes? Why is there no second plan?"

Director Porter couldn't listen anymore and glared at Quinn and said, "According to your words, I have to be one of the people in charge, too?"

"Yeah!" Matthew coughed, stopped Potter's words and continued, "Quinn, you continue."

Quinn shook his head and said, "I do have a lot to say, but I think it's time for the leaders to express their opinions."

Matthew looked in the direction where the director was. The director sat upright and looked at the weekend under everyone's attention and said, "Officer Zhou, you need to answer Sheriff Quinn's doubts. It's okay, you can explain and tell everyone whether you have received the authorization, such as Sheriff Pablo designated you to be responsible for making plans, and then, after affirming your plan, he becomes the commander-in-chief."

"No."

After Matthew made no statement on the weekend, he said as if he could not feel any crisis at all: "No one gave me permission."

Quinn knew that at this moment, the conference room should be filled with surprise. When those interjections came out, the anger in the hearts of all department leaders would be guided to stomp the anger to death on the weekend!

"Quin, I need to remind you that the commander-in-chief of this operation is not Pablo, it is me." Matthew said this in front of everyone and in front of all the leaders of the entire police station.

Quinn said with a look of surprise: "How could this be the case? You? You wouldn't make such a mistake in any case, based on your experience."

Matthew laughed more and more happily: "It's me." He looked directly at Quinn, but said to Zhou: "Officer Zhou, do you have anything else to say?"

I understood it all over the weekend. Matthew's smile that teases Quinn in the applause is full of victory. The current sentence means clearly that it is saying, "Come on, you are responsible for slapping the face, I am responsible for pretending."

I calmly answered on the weekend: "Yes."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire conference room changed completely!

Heaven has changed!

Click!

A thunder fell down the sky, full of power. The originally clear sky was covered with dark clouds in an instant, and the light in the conference room began to turn from light to dark in a jealous twist. (To be continued.)

ps: Well, I'm ready to be scolded for being out of context.
Chapter completed!