"Director."

Eward walked over from a distance near the cordon and stood beside Derek and whispered: "The city finance councillor is here."

The street gang fight came to an end. The people who were hiding in the house just now walked to the streets. They stood outside the yellow line and angrily accused the police of their incompetence. Some people even claimed that the tax was just to give these police a reason for embezzlement. It was better to raise a dog than to raise them and hide a gun under the bed. At this extremely awkward moment, Edward actually brought back a more insulting news.

"The finance councillor is here."

Derek looked into the gap in the crowd with a headache. Finally, after a person watching the fun stopped, he saw a black Lincoln sedan. The driving man placed one hand outside the car window, as if he was observing from the reversing mirror.

"**." With a low curse, Derek walked out of the yellow line and walked towards the Lincoln car from the crowd.

Derek, who walked around the crowd and walked towards the car, opened the door of Lincoln's car without any politeness. After getting into the car, he could clearly feel the car's shaking: "Mr. Congressman, the gangster has made me anxious. I hope you can bring me some good news."

"How about this, for example?"

The MP is about forty years old, obviously much younger than Drek, but in terms of position, every word the MP said at the San Antonio meeting can affect next year's fiscal appropriations: "The current mayor of San Antonio is in the mud, and the large amount of funds cannot be tracked every year, and the MP cannot shirk any remarks. Citizens have the right to ask them to tell why millions of dollars were allocated to the surrounding town police station, and still... while changing equipment, increasing personnel, and increasing salaries..."

Derek said impatiently when he heard this: "Mr. Congressman, this is politics."

The finance councillor heard this and continued: "It is still impossible to raise an honest policeman in the town. The town police have been accused of taking bribes and embezzling stolen money..."

Swish.

Derek instantly snatched the newspaper. He found that the report roughly described how Christina was accused of corruption over the weekend in Montek Town and how the police chief took the two people away from the trial room. In addition, the newspaper also criticized the city leaders and councillors, spending at least two-thirds of the space to describe all this because of their eyes. This is an incompetent city government.

The finance councillor looked at Derek staring at the newspaper and said, "This is politics, yes, but you are in the political whirlpool now."

"D, this newspaper popped up when Congressman Jonathan just established the mayoral election office. It's so coincidental that I saw Congressman Jonathan two weeks ago at a French restaurant in San Antonio. You must not believe it. I saw who was having dinner with him."

How could Derek have never imagined: "Jimmy-Babs."

"You can't even control your subordinates now? We worked hard to hide all the handles, but your people stood opposite each other. Why?"

"How did I know, mom?" Derek cursed.

The Finance Councillor was stunned for a moment, looked at Derek and said, "Then I tell you that there are only two situations when your subordinates betray you. First, you are unfair; second, your promise has not been fulfilled for a long time."

"Last year, Mr. Mayor, the old captain who was in the army, was commending the city's anti-gang heroes. You said this: You said Jimmy Babs is the best one under your command. No one can think more quickly than him when dealing with street gangster cases. You are still making good jokes, saying that once you retire, he will continue to let the town live in the sunshine. However, Jimmy will start with the deputy director."

Derek fought and said, "How can I blame me? For this damn bastard, I have rejected three suggestions from the superior to appoint a deputy director to me, but this guy has not taken the upgrade exam!"

"Did you tell him the reason?"

"I am a man, and I won't coax the bitch with red eyes to cry."

"That's why someone is more gentle than you stand up and promises to give him something."

"And you have to get it all."

The Finance Councillor finally said: "De, there is not much time left. Next year is the election year. You are going to retire at the end of this year. Do you not want to help the mayor calm down all this? Think about it carefully, who is the first to extend your hand when you were pardoned by the president and help you to the position of police chief. Mr. Chief, you should be grateful."

Derek gasped hard, actually he was a little tired.

When he was in the army, he thought he was a soldier, but he didn't expect to be transferred to the Homeland Security Bureau. In the Homeland Security Bureau, he thought he was an agent, but he didn't expect to encounter politics. Now, he is the police chief of his hometown town, and he can't escape these **.

He just wanted to wipe out all the gangs before leaving office. How could there be so many messy things?

Looking up, he saw Jimmy Babs.

"Listen, we are struggling in the bureau. We must use the fastest speed to break this gangster battle case. Do you understand?" Jimmy quickly issued an order and said, "Don't worry about the forensic department, don't worry about the shells. You are responsible for investigating the surveillance at the door of the fried chicken shop. The scene just now must have been photographed. I want to know who fired the gun, who fought back, what the person who killed Omar looked like. At the same time, you don't need to continue investigating. Catch the first wave of gun-holding minions back to the bureau and find the guns in their hands. This is the first step."

"Step 2, I want to understand why three people dare to rush into the priest's nest in the black area, who is the person coming, his escape route, his car, license plate, which road he took, whether he is still lurking in the town or leaving."

"When we know this, we can fully understand the state of the two gangs in cooperation with the police database. Finally, we pry open the mouths of those minions and accus the top-level personnel of murder."

"Did you understand?"

"If we want to survive with some annoying people in the bureau, solving this case is our only choice. Now, take action."

The more Drek looked, the more he became more and more angry he became: "Jimmy, bring your people here."

Jimmy Babs, who was trying to solve the case, walked over, and the commandos behind him were gradually approaching, but this was a conversation between the two leaders. They couldn't get too close, just wandering around the periphery.

"That's right, there is a very important piece of evidence in the bureau that needs to be sent to San Antonio court. This is related to what crime Robin will be convicted of. There must be no accident in the evidence. You are responsible for the escort."

“What?”

Jimmy Babs roared in front of all the police and the blacks watching: "The gangs were fighting in the streets, and the residents were frightened to blame the police. At this time, you asked your commando to escort the evidence? What about the government's armed escort truck? Can't the patrol officer do this? The most outstanding policeman under your commando, the damn Zhou, hasn't he nailed the murderer to death on the gallows by interrogation?"

"This is an order!"

After saying this, Derek walked away without looking back, and ignored the commando.

On the weekend, he held the phone inside the yellow line and said happily: "Bruno, are you sure that the old man knows a lot of information?"

"Ok, I know he has a high status in the black area, and we will speak very carefully."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

Derek walked to the weekend and said, "Week?"

"Drek, we have to put this case down."

"What's the reason?"

"Bruno has inspired a respected old man in the Black District who is willing to meet us, but we must be very careful. This old man has never had a record of working with the police, but he has the title of the previous Black District street ruler and fifteen years of street experience."

"Is this the reason why you asked me to put down the street fighting and scold countless black people on their backs?"

He put the phone in his pocket over the weekend and asked, "Sir Director, do you want to completely destroy the gangsters in the black area, or do you just want the priests to go to prison. After that, the black area was in chaos, and a group of little gangsters shot every day for the location of Evan Basdale?"

On the street, at the door of the fried chicken shop, Evan Basdale was sitting next to the police car, and Christina next to him kept staring at him, her eyes full of anger like fire.

"Hey, have you seen enough? It's not that I'm going to kill someone." Evan was impatient and shouted this sentence at Christina.

Christina gritted her teeth and hummed from her nasal voice without even lifting her lips: "I'm just thinking, why are you still not dead?"
Chapter completed!