The Detective Department's Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department was leaning against the wall over the weekend. He didn't dare to breathe peacefully until now, but before he could breathe well, he was trapped by another feeling of tension. The people in the interrogation room were all thunder, and such a fierce slap hit the face of the Homeland Security Bureau, who was used to playing tricks, and he could figure it out with his heels. The next step, the Homeland Security Bureau would definitely take out the knife from his belt.

So, what should we do next has become the key!

According to his idea, he should immediately notify the media, put the whole thing in a storm and put himself under a flash. In this way, as long as anything happens, the whole world knows who did it. But if he didn't do this on the weekend, he was not ruthless and unable to do it, but just wondering if he really made a fuss at that point, he could still conquer the situation in the end.

These agents in front of us are obvious examples. They were all snatching each other in the interrogation room, just like 2,500 or 80,000, and they were all in Hammoth. Old Carl sneered when interrogating them, as if he was clearly saying: "What can you do to us?"

At this time, the whole thing becomes confusing.

Hammerson walked out of the interrogation room. He was the one who promoted him over the weekend, but at this critical moment, the kid walked directly to Pablo's office.

"Boss, something happened."

Hammerson did not add any fuel to the fire, looking at Pablo who was writing a report, saying, "The people in the forensic department told me that the bulletproof vests they wore were printed with the abbreviation of the Homeland Security Agency. Also, during the interrogation, these people did not answer a word for me, and did not even mention the request of a lawyer."

The incest Pablo slowly raised his head, and his hands, who were typing on the computer keyboard on his desk, suddenly stopped, his eyes full of surprise.

The phone rang at this moment. As soon as Pablo picked up the phone, he heard a slandering scolding: "Who - he - mom - asked you to participate in the weekend case? Who asked you to do this!"

"Pablo, everything in your mind is full of ****, all of it is ****!"

"How stupid are you to catch the Homeland Security Agency people back?"

"Listen, let's clear the whole thing right now, don't blame me for not reminding you at that time."

Bang.

The phone hung up, and it was Matthew who called.

bass.

Pablo stood up, then walked around the desk, pulled Hammerson away with one hand and walked straight towards the elevator door.

I was still standing there on weekends.

The huge figure was getting closer and closer to the weekend. The next second, two big hands grabbed the collar of his windbreaker. The man who never doubted the words of the weekend stared at the other party and said, "What the hell is going on?!!"

Pablo doesn't believe that he will cheat on the weekend, he doesn't believe it!

"Boss, I have to find you to save my life."

I barely dealt with the weekend, and since yesterday afternoon until now, I have been exhausted.

"Help?" Pablo asked as he stared at the weekend: "Save you out of the Homeland Security Agency and then get everyone in the Anti-Black and Drug Enforcement Department? Including me?"

"Don't ask, boss, don't ask." Zhou sighed and replied: "You won't have anything to do. This matter is because you received my call. With my reputation in the police station, it is reasonable for you to help. As long as you don't know much, no one will make things difficult for you. Boss, it will be really dangerous if you ask."

Pablo let go of the weekend's clothes and took a deep breath: "I thought, I thought some gangster was taking military-style weapons to retaliate against you... Zhou, you!!!"

The weekend explained as much as possible: "Pablo! You have to believe me, I am still confused yet, calling you was the only way to save my family at that time."

"Listen."

Pablo gritted his teeth and scolded, "Go—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Everyone in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department was stupid. No one had seen Pablo scolding the weekend so much. Almost everyone knew that the weekend was the only one in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department who had never been scolded by Pablo. Everyone said that the weekend was Matthew and Pablo's illegitimate child... although this was a joke.

But, at this point, the cruelty of reality further reflects the hypocrisy of American dramas. When it is really possible to lose money and be at a critical moment, no matter how good your friend is pulled in, you will scold him, "Go--you-mom------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Why?

Who do you think you are?

Even married women don’t want their men to mess around with their former friends. Do you think they are better than the whole world they have?

There is only one Chekov in the world, and only one!

He swallowed his saliva over the weekend and tried hard to keep calm, "I'm sorry, from now on, your people should not be interrogated. This case is transferred to me and I will take them away."

I took a breath and almost suffocated the current environment to death on the weekend.

Bee, bee, bee.

The phone rang over the weekend. When he took out the phone and saw the incoming call number, he answered the phone and said, "Director."

"Come to the Homicide Department right away."

The cold words came over. The man who had always regarded him as a reliance on the weekend made him look like a crutch who had lost his crutch at critical moments, and suddenly felt like half of the sky collapsed.

The facts hit so quickly, and I watched my own eyes as the network I built with my own eyes after spending more than a year was separated little by little!

The key is that he kept the calm in his heart and caused turmoil. The bladed spear in the cage was pulled out one by one by one by the hand of fate. Each spear was hung with the blood tendons of beasts in the cage. The pain made his chest suffocating breath keep clamoring in his body, making it impossible to recognize whether this was the freedom to have space after the network of relationships broke, or the reluctance to leave all changes on the weekend.

In short, a wild beast had its blood-red eyes lit up in the dark, and was on the verge of a rampage!

bite.

Over the weekend, I reached out and pressed my hand on the elevator, turned around, and said before stepping into the elevator door: "I'll be back soon, give me some time."

The elevator door slowly closed.

Homicide Department appeared in this familiar place again on the weekend and saw Matthew standing in the aisle of the public office area with a few familiar figures. Among them, a man walked out of the other people, and his clothes had not changed: "Police Officer Zhou, we met again."

Josh.

The man appeared on the weekend terrain with a vicious face. His eyes were like an oriole galloping through the air, staring at the mantis that had just finished catching cicadas.

"Officer Zhou, let's talk about the serious matters. The CIA is going to investigate a spy case many years ago. In this case, we found that the person involved was now in the detention room of the prisoner in the Homicide Section of the Police Detective Bureau. She is the suspect in the murder case of Mkoyan captured by Officer Zhou. Officer Charlotte Lambert. Zhou, please hand over this prisoner to me. Later, we will make up the procedures to the police station."

I walked to Josh on the weekend and showed the tyranny on my face for the first time after coming to the United States. My lips were almost trembling and said, "Don't think about it!"

"The Mkoyan case is a murder, Charlotte Lambert is not a spy, nor has he ever accepted a spy mission. The CIA has no power to take people away from the police station." He racked his brains to keep Yoda and never allowed anyone to take him away.

"Is that true?"

Josh sneered and stopped talking, turning his head to look at Matthew.

Matthew didn't speak for a long time, but said at the last moment: "If you dare to refuse the order from the Ministry of Defense, it is treason."

Treason!

What a big hat.

Josh played his wrist to the sky and applied for permission from the Ministry of Defense with things from many years ago. After all, the Ministry of Defense could not turn a blind eye to such matters. However, in the eyes of the Ministry of Defense, this kind of investigation may be a resource that must be wasted every year, but in the eyes of Matthew, it became a thunder in the sky.

Under the American political system, especially Matthew, who can surpass him?

The only one who is willing to sacrifice himself for his life to pull the emperor off is the proletariat, and the one who is powerful and powerful only plays with a yellow robe. These are completely two concepts.

He looked at Josh over the weekend and watched it, until the entire murder department stared at them. The moment the needle in the huge office was heard, he burst out with all the depression in his heart: "Treason? What are you going to do? Behead me in the name of treason?"

Josh took out his cell phone in front of everyone and blatantly sent a text message that read: Do you know what I want.

The recipient is the weekend!

"Take the person away!"
Chapter completed!