"Treat our new Holmes."

In the bar, the group sat next to the bar in soothing music on weekends. In fact, they couldn't tell the difference between bar and C-loud on weekends. The only thing he knew about European and American bar culture was that the bell on the bar must not be touched. Whoever touched it would have to pay for the whole audience. However, when a large number of policemen walked into the bar in police uniforms and guns like sweeping the yard, all the guests began to pay the bill and leave. It seemed that no one in Texas would be willing to drink with this group of policemen who seemed to be here to sweep the yard. Then, Heisenberg picked up the small mallet next to the bell and rang the bell, and asked for a glass of beer with a very ugly girl for a weekend. Next, he became the most unlucky person in the bar today, the one who paid the bill.

“ye!”

Heisenberg shouted and raised his glass to the weekend, and everyone gave a toast.

I swept around the bar with beer on the weekend and found that except for those who needed to work night shifts, only Derek, Christina, Jimmy Babs and the Commando did not come.

"Jing Zhou's generosity."

After a sweeping around the weekend, Bob also joined the ranks of cheering. At that time, no policeman looked at him differently, and no skin color had any objections to his skin color.

On the weekend, I finally got along with my colleagues with my clothes without any sense of incongruity. Of course, all this requires hard power to cushion the gap.

"It's great to be young." Edward sighed with a wine glass next to him on the weekend.

"What did you say?" I didn't hear clearly on the weekend. Because Heisenberg and Bob were too noisy, the two guys were holding wine glasses and blew around the bar about their popularity in picking up girls, while the other tried their best to expose each other, discrediting the things that sounded very handsome, and the final result was waves of laughter in the bar, with a good atmosphere.

Edward turned his head and approached the weekend's ear and said, "I said, it's great to be young, you can drink and pick up girls, and talk nonsense in a relaxing occasion like a bar. I can't do it. If I get drunk, I will be locked outside the door by my wife for a whole night."

I smiled on the weekend with beer. In fact, the police in Montek are also very good. As long as there is no big case, they can drive a police car for a comfortable ride, one bag and the whole day.

"Do you remember your first oral experience? "Heisenberg had already drunk high, and his words became more and more obscene: "E-on, no one can remember your first oral experience. It was a wonderful feeling..."

He said on the weekend: "Heisenberg, do you remember too?"

He seemed even more excited when he heard someone playing with him: "Of course, I will always remember that warm ball..."

"Hey, when was that man high and trendy?" He got a trap very badly on the weekend.

"It's a very exciting story when it comes to the point!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Heisenberg!"

"Oh my god, you're such a person."

The whole bar laughed crazy, and Heisenberg was stunned, as if something was wrong.

"week!"

When he looked back at the weekend, Edward couldn't control himself and patted Zhou's shoulder hard. Zhou smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "Don't be so stingy, it's just a joke."

"For the sake of your treat today." Heisenberg was not very angry. Anyway, he bragged just now just for the sake of being funny. Everyone knows that it is not true. What's the problem with being generous now?

Crunch.

When the bar door was pushed open again, everyone's eyes looked over, and four people walked into the door, four people in suits and ties, and even the white woman was wearing suit tops and formal skirts.

"**." Edward cursed.

"Who are they?" asked on weekends.

"If the police are afraid of who they are in Montek Town, they probably can only be them. The white woman is named Jenny, who is a prosecutor; I don't know the man in a suit, but Jenny is a special anti-corruption system in the inspection system of Montek Town and several surrounding towns. Every policeman hates seeing them, and her appearance will always bring some bad news."

Jenny, with long brown hair, stepped on black high heels, said very seriously: "Sorry, I'm disturbing your party, but we'll leave soon."

"Who is the weekend patrolman?"

Swish.

Everyone looked at the weekend.

Heisenberg looked at the people with an unhappy look: "Didn't you come to make trouble for the weekend when you get a reward? That's the private reward from Police Chief Derek. As long as the tax is paid on time on the weekend, no one can cause trouble for him."

Jenny ignored Heisenberg at all. When she walked past the big-bellied grasshopper man, she let her hair flutter across Heisenberg's chest, swaying Gao Long's tight butt - she walked to the weekend and said, "I guess you're on the weekend."

"I guess you're not here to tell me who transferred $10,000 into my account in two batches." I knew this on the weekend that it seemed a bit big, otherwise the prosecutor wouldn't have brought so many people.

"You guessed it." Another black man in the suit approached and said, "I am Johnson of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. On the weekend, according to the internal reports of the Montek Police Department, you are accused of using your position to embezzle stolen money. You have the right to remain silent and hire a lawyer. Now, you have to go with us."

"Where?" Edward asked.

Jenny explained: "Since Montek and other surrounding towns have only one inspection agency, and the Ministry of Interior is in San Antonio, we will requisition an office of the police department as the office location, let's go, Zhou."

When the silver handcuffs were lit out, I never thought that one day this thing would stay in my hands on the weekend.

Heisenberg cursed disgustedly: "The police who had just cracked the murder case of the broken foot was arrested by you and went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. From then on, Montek Town was completely peaceful, and no one would care about the gangs and murderers anymore."

"Heisenberg." Heysenberg shook him when he was handcuffed on the weekend. This wink not only meant to shut up.

"i-know." Heisenberg nodded and said, "I will definitely tell you when you come out, which bastard wronged you."

"Thank you." He followed the Ministry of Internal Affairs out of the bar over the weekend. Until this second, he still didn't know what he was facing.

...

Black district, church.

When the priest walked out of the church in a suit, he was much more careful than before. He walked slowly every step. Every time he walked a block, he would seriously look at the car parked on the side of the road. Once a car passed by, he would stare at the driver passing by.

And just next to the second floor window of a house on this street, two Mexicans were looking at him through the window. One of them said, "Did you see it? The priest is not as magical as the legendary one, and he is also afraid of death."

"Boss, the life rules of this nigger have been understood. We can kill him on this trick and smuggle back to Mexico."

"Kill him? If you walk out of this house with a gun, you will definitely die miserably."

"Why?"

"Do you think the life of a priest who has been in a small town for twenty years is to pray in the dilapidated church when he wakes up in the morning, then go to a fast food restaurant to eat fried chicken, and finally walk home?" The bald Mexican stared at the priest viciously, like a poisonous snake: "He has just killed two waves of guys we sent to kill him."

"Do you believe it? There must be people waiting for us to appear at his home, in the restaurants he often goes to, and even on this road and in the church."

"What should I do?"

The bald Mexican gave up his observation and hid his body in the darkness and said, "That's why Mr. Bertut-Leva sent me."

...

"Father."

When Father Omar walked out of the restaurant where the priest was famous for fried chicken in the town, he walked out: "There is news in the Spanish-speaking area."

The priest nodded, walked into the fried chicken shop and sat inside to observe the door, but was not close to the window. After Omar followed in and sat down, he asked, "What news."

The entire restaurant is full of black people! Except for the seats where Omar and the priest sit, there is no empty seat.

"Mexican prostitutes - the female business has started again. Many Mexicans with a lot of eye-catching appearances frequently in the Spanish-speaking areas. They have not contacted any local gun dealers. They may be going to war with us. Father, we need more people to look at the territory, and do we put out all the businesses that have stopped? Otherwise, Mexicans will think that black people are very unparalleled."

After listening to Omar's description, the priest said, "Or, will you give orders from today onwards?"

"Father, you know, I didn't mean that."

"Then just tell me the news you received, don't give me your advice that you didn't think about in your brain." The priest was making noise in the restaurant without any hesitation. The black men just looked back and turned their heads back.

"Omar, putting all the business out is called gang fight. Otherwise, the Mexicans come to the black area and it will be a racial war!"

"The police will definitely punish anyone who provokes racial disputes, but the gang fight will make us and the Mexicans targets."

Omar said, "But, the guy who chopped people's feet has been caught, we don't need to be so careful..."

“so-what!”

"Don't forget that we just killed ten Mexicans, even though there was no trace or news, do you think Mexicans will not come to take revenge?" The priest lowered his voice: "Those who go and tell us will give me the goods in their hands. Never mind any addiction during this period - gentlemen, drive them all to the Mexican territory. Don't they like money? Let them make money. As long as I, a thorn in my side, are they still alive, Mexicans will not not take revenge. At that time, the police will help us completely clean up the entire Montek town. When that day comes, you can do whatever you want."

The priest looked at Omar comfortably and said, "When will you grow to the point where I am satisfied?"
Chapter completed!