The busiest week in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department has passed. The weekend set a record of not getting off work for four consecutive days this week. At that time, he slept in Pablo's office when he woke up. After waking up, he started working happily. Fortunately, four days later, Chekov, the new Shazhan, took office, three days faster than Matthew expected. Unfortunately, before the war began... it was useless.

In the sun, Chekov held a hamburger and sat on the desk and bit it hard. At that time, he found that he didn't seem to like being an official, and he was even more reluctant to deal with the affairs of the entire department. The most annoying thing was signing variously. He had to sign attendance and report. Why did he even sign who came to work and leave early after get off work? Isn't this the police detective bureau? Why is it a bit like a company in a building?

So, he thought of a very simple solution.

Chekov took the initiative and walked to the weekend and said seriously: "Zhou, I will notify you as the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Science and Shasha Exhibition..."

I was busy watching surveillance videos on the weekend. Recently, several convenience stores were robbed, which made them very troubled. At this time, Chekov said to him: "What?" On the weekend, he raised his head from the surveillance camera where he lowered his head and watched the robbery process on the computer.

"I mean, I will notify you with Sha Zhan's clone, I will stop doing it."

That made Chekov stand at the desk on the weekend, looking at him with a very sharp look, as if saying, "What can you do with me?"

"Ah??" The weekend was startled: "Qi, aren't you going to be a policeman anymore?"

"No, I don't do this sand show anymore. I'm annoyed. I don't like signing and don't like drawing a whole row of '√' on the attendance sheet. You know, when we partnered, you even wrote the report."

On the weekend, I smiled angry at Chekov, a slutty look, and retorted: "When did you do the job of Shazhan? I am doing the task of allocating the case, and I am doing the responsibility of each new detective. Even after I called Pablo for the oil change card for each detective, I used a screwdriver to pry open his cabinet. I personally, if you really can't find an excuse to let me complete the last signed work. Please tell me in a slightly kind tone, 'Brother, I really can't finish this job, can you help me?'."

Chekov reached out and scratched his head a few times, then looked around and saw that no one noticed it, and said to the weekend: "Brother, I really can't finish this job..." But the next sentence made the weekend really laugh. You couldn't resist this bear when you became cute: "Zhou, don't say it out. I'm Sha Zhan now, right? This is an order." The thumb of the one-handed trouser belt looked exactly the same as the denim in Western movies, and it was still a very magical one.

"Hey, who had my burger? That was my lunch!"

Billy looked at everyone in the room and shouted this at the door of the tea room. Behind him was the refrigerator with the door of the fresh-keeping cabinet.

Chekov took the burger and took a bite, his upper and lower teeth chewed, and the lettuce leaves were bitten in his mouth, and there was a hint of white hanging on his lips.

In that second, Billy's eyes locked Chekov like a scope. He walked towards him with big strodes, and when he stood opposite the bear, facing the brown bear that was one head taller than him, he said angrily: "Chekovshazhan, you have eaten my lunch three days after three days. Do I have to label my own lunch before you can touch others?"

"Is this your burger?" Chekov said, holding the burger in one hand and stuffing his fingers into his mouth - sucking - "I said why do you have the same taste for three consecutive days."

Old Carl used to joke: "Billy, you made one of the three most common mistakes for newcomers." He forgot that he entered the anti-black and anti-drug department only an hour earlier than Billy, and actually educated others with an old-fashioned attitude.

"What a joke?" Billy said, glaring at Carl.

It was rare to watch the show in his own seat on the weekend. He knew in his heart that with the appearance of a mess-scratch like Old Carl, there would definitely be a good show.

"I'm like a joke? This is a mistake that all rookies in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department make. 1. Forgot the names of the criminals and victims, 2. Inappropriately place pistols, 3. Fighting food with Chekov." Old Carl continued with a serious look: "You've been sat, right? Don't you know that the entire Special Operations Bureau rushed to the Western Conference to arrest Chekov last year? He knocked down four policemen by himself!"

Chekov took another bite of the burger and said, "Four."

Billy looked at Carl suspiciously and asked, "That's not because..."

"You want to say it's because of the black police incident? Forget it, even if Wood is the black policeman, what's the relationship with Chekov? He is the weekend partner, not Wood's partner. Does he have to care?" Carl looked at the elevator door scatteredly, afraid that outsiders would hear it and make the whole thing more mysterious: "The real reason is that this bear is sick. He hates what others snatch from him. You don't know what these guys who came out of the special forces have. They have to rely on a biscuit in the jungle during training. How can such people let go of food after leaving the army? Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, you snatched food with him? Let me tell you, Wood was not only beaten with the teeth because he snatched a piece of pizza, but also implicated the other three patrolmen!"

Chekov stuffed the last bite of the burger into his mouth and continued to play with it in a unclear way: "The teeth are all gone."

"Hahahahaha..." Leonova couldn't help but lie on the desk and laughed.

Old Carl reached out and poked her hard on the back, whispering: "Smile, if you don't want your lunch to be eaten by Chekov, hold back the laughter immediately." Turning his head, Old Carl said to Billy with regret, "It's so miserable." After that, he pulled Leonova's arm and dragged it, "Don't laugh so much, go for a meal."

Billy heard about that, but he was not among the police officers. When he looked at Chekov again, the guy immediately stopped sucking and sucking fingers, and walked past Billy with his head raised, and said with a nasal voice: "Hmph"

puff.

I couldn't help it on the weekend and leaned against the wheelchair and shivered.

Billy stepped forward and asked, "Private, is this true?"

On the weekend, he waved his hand and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything, but I can take you to have a meal."

Billy pushed the weekend wheelchair and continued to ask unwillingly: "Is it true?"

Chekov followed with his coat with a big oil hand, and directly sat down to grab the wheelchair in Billy's hand and pushed it forward.

He cursed on the weekend: "You bear."

Chekov shook his head and didn't pick up the weekend's laughter and scolded, "I'm not full."

bite.

The moment the elevator door opened, Chekov pushed into the elevator on weekends, leaving Billy alone in the daze, he said in a deep voice: "Don't you want to eat?"

Billy then reacted: "Oh!"
Chapter completed!