"Mr. Director, I'm on the weekend. We are currently chasing the murderer of the police murder case. He may attack Enrique immediately... Yes, that unlucky guy who is on the cusp of the storm... Now we don't know where the murderer intends to get Enrique. I will send the address to your phone later... No, I don't need support, you can come. ￥f,."

When I saw the car parked at Enrique's door on the weekend, I quickly took out my cell phone and made a phone call. The first thing he did was to divide the credit.

But this approach was very unreasonable in Lawrence's eyes. Lawrence was not concerned about the office politics on weekends. What he cared about was why he had given the credit for a month to his boss to his boss in a blink of an eye.

"Zhou, Erkov has only one person, I don't think we need support. We have three people. Are you calling Matthew after we catch Erkov?"

He raised his head over the weekend, looked at Lawrence staring at him in the reversing mirror, and smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, if you do this, your contribution will only be greater."

I really want to scold you on the weekend, "Do you have a stool in your mind?" What kind of case is this? A police killing case!

The case has not been solved for more than a year. Now that the case is about to be solved, you are still thinking about the credit? Then, will you take the trouble with the murder department in the future?

Who doesn’t want to get an extra medal at the commemorative party at the police station after Christmas; who doesn’t want to upgrade the police rank at the commemorative party at the commemorative party at the senior level of all branches?

But what after?!

Once the case is completed tonight, the f-pillow is just being swollen on Justin's business on the weekend, and now the right half of the face is swollen. You can't have a life with you? Who will the thunder fall on? Of course, you are fine, but no one in the entire FBI doesn't know the weekend.

I have self-knowledge on the weekend. With his qualifications, it is too difficult to confront F-force head-on. The only person in the police station who can stand up straight in front of the FBI is Matthew. At the same time, Matthew is the only person standing behind the weekend. Then, if you don’t feed the sweetness to your leader, you still expect others to protect you in times of danger? Why!

Why is the benefit of you? If there is trouble, someone will stand up for you?

Even if *******'s biological daughter married you, see if anyone will treat you as a scallion after he stepped down!

Lawrence stopped talking. His partner reached out to poke him, all of these small moves were seen in the weekend, including Erkov who was walking out of the car.

"Here you come."

A sentence from the weekend made Lawrence and his partner look up and look out the window. At this moment, the door of Erkov's car just opened, and then a man in a suit came out of the car.

In that second, the drizzle of the quiet street fell like a broken line. When Erkov's figure slowly walked towards Enrique's car, the rain fell on him. The figure seemed to appear in front of the weekend through thousands of rain curtains, extremely hazy.

“Uh~uh~”

The drunken Enrique also walked out of the car. He held the car door and bent over and shook it as if he couldn't stand steadily. This look alone could make Erkov feel safe because the current active officer had no combat power.

Li.

In the drizzle, Enrique threw up his butt before he could close the car door. If he hadn't held his hands fast, he would have twitched his face to the ground.

The dirty vomit was spit out along Enrique's mouth. The turbulent seas in his stomach and the rapid flowing blood under the cerebral cortex had completely numb his nervous system. The well-trained officer shook his head until he finished vomiting and saw clearly that there were more leather shoes in front of him!

"Uh-huh……"

Enrique hummed in discomfort and slowly pulled the upper itself hard by pulling it up, he saw a suit from bottom to top, and then...

Swish!!!

A flash of lightning passed by the head, and the beam of light flashed quickly. The face was very clear under the night sky, and it was a... slight!

Enrique vomited again. This time it was not the effect of alcohol, but the nausea of ​​his face under the lightning.

Rumble.

Thunder rolled in. The surrounding buildings and the ground under his feet seemed to be shaking. However, the face, which was obviously a man, was painted with smoke and red, with lipstick and eyebrows, was gradually melting under the drizzle of the face. Enrique watched the raindrops fall on Erkov's face with his own eyes. The face that gradually turned into flowers vomited. He felt that he must have read it wrong, and must have had hallucinations after getting drunk. Where is the person in this world who dresses himself like this?

Erkov smiled. The rain was destroying his makeup. When the raindrops falling on his face flowed past his cheeks, very special marks appeared on his face. The traces made people look like a clown was locked in a wire mesh. The wires blocked a very subtle one on his face, but at this time, the clown smiled.

puff.

Erkov smiled and took out the needle. He didn't ask anything on a rainy night. He reached out and pierced Enrique's neck, who was bent down and vomiting. Then, his hand holding the needle began to push his thumb. A small amount of liquid in the needle quickly poured into Enrique's body under his rapid push.

Before Enrique could clean up the vomit on his mouth, he looked up at Erkov in pain and suddenly felt his limbs sore and lost consciousness within almost a second. He softened like a puppet cut by a silk thread. At this moment, Erkov reached out to hold his arm.

"What is he doing?"

Inside the car, Lawrence stared at Erkov and dragged Enrique into the trunk, thinking that this was the place to be transferred. He didn't expect Erkov to come back and stood there and stared at the pile of vomit in a daze.

"After care," explained the weekend: "Erkov doesn't want people to see vomit from his doorstep after discovering Enrique's body. As long as the police are less evidence, he will be safe."

"How did he deal with the aftermath?" While Lawrence was still asking, Erkov squatted down and stretched out his hands at the pile of vomit...

"It's so disgusting!"

Honey!

Lawrence and his partner were scolding each other and retching. They were so tired of her lips that they smacked her lips. None of them expected to meet such a person.

When everything was finished, Erkov returned to the car. At night, the car that had been smashed by Gaia to snatched the headlights and drove forward in the drizzle.

“Follow up.”
Chapter completed!