The raindrops fell, and in the quiet conference room, only the glass was crackling by the raindrops. At that time, Quinn looked around and suddenly found that the effect he was expecting... did not appear at all.

Every department head present showed no surprise, but they all looked at Quinn with incomprehension, as if saying, 'Let's just watch the fun', but the translation of this sentence in Quinn's heart was 'They are all looking at how they died!'.

How could it be...that's the case?

Haven’t you found the biggest loophole in this plan?

Quinn felt guilty by the atmosphere around him, and in the extremely confident plan, he became less confident.

Sitting in a wheelchair over the weekend, he said slowly: "I really don't understand why a policeman has to answer such a question, and what I don't understand is how a policeman asks such a question."

"How should I tell a 'police' what the police's responsibilities are?" The moment he showed his face with a very troubled look on the weekend, he was not fake at all. This was not a pretend expression. The problem is that sometimes it is too difficult to explain the particularity of the industry to an outsider.

"Let me do this, I will spread the case, and then let you help decide whether the case is being handled recklessly."

Director Porter looked at the weekend and waited for the young man who was planning to explain Quinn's doubts clearly. Otherwise, he would be too frustrated and would be blamed if his frustrated subordinates died.

The weekend continued: "It is known that before locking up this group of Mexicans, Officer Chekov and I were attacked at the same time. Officer Chekov was shot twice and killed two criminals. I, with a serious sprain in my left foot, escaped after the F-press arrived in time. The price was that Lambert's home was completely blown up by a military defensive grenade."

He did not give any explanation. But this sentence made everyone feel a very clear key point, that is, this group of Mexicans is very dangerous, and the danger is almost no different from terrorists.

"Everyone, who still remembers the case that fought on the streets in New Mexico last year? Do you still remember who the case handler was at that time? Not only me on the weekend, I was the police officer of the entire Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department and the branch office. Let me ask, when we were attacked one after another and the identity of that group of people had been completely determined to be desert ants, who is the next person to be attacked? Pablo Nick? Or every police officer involved in that case... and our Deputy Director Matthew?"

In one sentence, the weekend only had one sentence to change the nature of the case. What’s hateful is that you can’t find any fault. In that situation at that time, the Mexicans did not only attack one person on the weekend, and his suspicion was not unreasonable.

"Under this premise, Sheriff Pablo declared war on all the desert ants hiding in Los Angeles in the face of the media. Deputy Director Matthew personally supervised the war, and everyone was struggling on the brink of danger..."

puff.

This time, Porter smiled very cleverly. When he pretended to touch his beard with his hands, he opened his mouth and thought to himself: "This kid is an absolutely comprehensive talent. He just faced Quinn's doubts and beat him up. Now when he explains the case, he can flatter Matthew with his hand. This skill has been perfect."

Others don’t know the inside story here. As Matthew’s number one confidant, he knew this clearly. Matthew almost carried Pablo’s ear and told him, “You must never touch this case.” As a result, on the weekend, Matthew became a personal supervising battle… You kid not only deceived the truth and took Matthew back to take revenge, but after causing trouble, he had to wipe his butt and put all the shit on Quinn’s head!

Porter knew what the weekend said, but the leaders of other departments in the conference room did not know that these people were completely attracted by the weekend.

"In critical condition, we found the Mexicans' hiding place. Shazannik brought people to the surrounding area to set up controls, and locked the specific location through Mexican ordering. But do you know how many Mexicans order? I ordered a total of forty-two Mexican takeaways at a time. Each serving has a traditional Mexican chicken roll. The last time I ordered the meal was three days ago!"

"How do I determine the number of people? Did it be determined that the Mexicans brought a total of 42 people? -Drug - Owl - sneaked into Hollywood with small troops?"

"I can investigate and wait for those people to attack the next target to stop the road. However, if the other party fights with the police on the road, who will control the casualties of ordinary citizens? What's more, do I have time? If a police officer is attacked, there is a grenade exploded in Los Angeles, if the grenade explodes in the mall, who will be responsible??!!"

He raised his voice over the weekend and started yelling. Matthew was sitting there as steady as Mount Tai. What was he afraid of?

No one spoke, but every policeman present understood what he was saying on the weekend!

"I'm a policeman, Sheriff Quinn, do you know what a policeman is?"

Over the weekend, she looked at the Sheriff Michel of the Commercial Crime Investigation Section and asked: "Sir Michelle, if you encounter a gunfight in the New Mexico area, as a policeman, what do you do without knowing the number of gangsters and weapons? Will you investigate everything first?"

Michelle is not only a woman, but also the only woman who is qualified to attend the top meeting of the Los Angeles Police Department. But at this time, she said firmly: "It is impossible. I will rush up as soon as possible to stop the bandits from hurting their companions."

This is what even the female sheriff in the Commercial Crime Investigation Section knows!

"Sir Lewis, what would you do if the Criminal Department found a den of a group of gangs, and it is very dangerous and very likely to attack the next target immediately? Of course, the premise is that you have no idea of ​​the number of gangs."

"Do you still need to ask? Call Director Porter and the two sides will conduct a joint operation."

"Why did I get wrong after doing this? I have to accept the question when the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department sheriff was treated, Sha Zhan died, and the entire department was in chaos? Our Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department died outside the door of Room 301!"

The appropriate roar made everyone in the conference room feel sad. He has already carried so much in such an environment on weekends. Why is it difficult for you, Quinn, to be awkward?

The description of both ends. The description of both ends on the weekend completely changed the gaze of everyone in the conference room looking at Quinn. As policemen, they would encounter similar situations. If there were people who stood up to blame something in this situation, he would probably hand over the gun and ID immediately. This job would be impossible!

On the weekend, Nick saw the Mexican in the building opposite Room 301, who was ventilating the window, and he also saw guns and grenades!

"We also interrogated the takeaway staff who delivered food to Room 301. His answer to us was that he had only contacted people from Room 301 in the past half month and had never seen them share food with other people in the corridor."

"Who would believe that the Mexicans would really bring forty-two people? There are still six people who have been shot dead and caught in the process of attacking Chekov and me? Who believes it?"

After saying these words righteously over the weekend, most of the other leaders in the conference room were shaking their heads. Porter quipped: "If I say that there are 50 members in the New Mexico gang, I believe, I can't be 50 core members."

Others reviewed, "How is this possible?"

"Of course I don't believe it."

On the weekend, I said: "The news from the takeaway delivery person was that when the Mexican opened the door, he once saw a table in the room, and three people on the table were waiting with poker. In other words, with the one that opened the door, there were a total of four people in the room!"

"So, including the six they lost, they only had ten people. Does anyone believe it?"

Michel responded: "It should be no problem. Everyone knows that this group of drug owls has opened up many secret passages for drug dealers. Our country's laws do not allow police to check citizens' documents at will. It is very likely that ten people came to take revenge. In Mexico, this group of people have inserted knives into a mayor."

The weekend concluding: "Sir Quinn. As a policeman, do you not take action without definite news? Do you have to wait until the police in Los Angeles die one by one, so as to elevate the panic in this city to the point where even famous stars are leaving for security issues in Brazil before you can take action?"

"I am a policeman, a real policeman. In real danger, no one told me how many Mexicans there were in that building. I would rush over, even if I knew I would die in that building, I would go. Just like when I couldn't tell anyone else to act with me, I would also stand on the roof of the Cecil Hotel and fight with serial killers."

"For the sake of my duty, I can die, but I can't die in the hands of someone like you!" I raised my index finger over the weekend and went straight like the tip of a knife. The knife light flashed.

"Now, Sheriff Quinn, it was me who made that plan; it was me who contacted Director Porter to cooperate with the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Division to act; the plan that the SWAT and Detectives died in that building was still me!"

"But no one hates me. Those who sacrificed their lives on the scene became colleagues with me, and we work in the same department!"

Speaking of this, the weekend closed its aggressive momentum and looked at Quinn and said, "Or, you sue me?"

This is the particularity of the police. Sometimes, as a policeman, you can only fight with your life in dangerous environments and have to give up your only life to those who are not policemen.

Changes in the times will change the view of ordinary people towards the police, but these people forgot that police officers who take off their police uniforms are also ordinary people. It is precisely because of this that they are unique; a rat shit can indeed make a spoil, and the appearance of a black policeman will make people sneer at the entire police industry, but this cannot change the particularity of the police!

Not just the United States!

Where is there no news that the police died at the hands of the gangsters?

Where is there no news of a policeman dying on duty?

At this time, who can say that these people are not great? At this time, will anyone criticize the entire police industry because of one or two black sheep?

On the weekend, I remember that when I want to harm anyone in history, I must directly raise the other party's crime to a moral level. It seems that he has done it, otherwise Quinn, who is sitting in this room, would not seem out of place with everyone. It would be like an actor who can't act and join a crew composed of professional students. He would be special.
Chapter completed!