dusk.

The setting sun hangs in the sky, and the soft orange yellow in the sky renders the whole world into a warm color beauty.

They sat on the front hood of the police car in the parking lot on the weekend with Heisenberg. They got off work in five minutes, and the busy day was exhausted.

There was a dozen beer on the hood of the police car. He bought it from Heisenberg. He used to sit here and chatting with his colleagues when he didn't go to the bar after get off work. Today was with him on the weekend, and everyone else was changing clothes in the locker room.

Heisenberg reached out to open the decorative knife on the key chain and opened the beer and started shaking: "Zhou, you are not a good idea to find a needle in a haystack. There are more and more evidence from the priest, but the killer has no clue at all. What should we do next?"

"Wait." replied the weekend: "There is no better way, either wait for the people who monitor Evan Basdale to find another attack from the killer and hold him back, or you can only find him by looking for a needle in a haystack. If you can't find clues in a family hotel tomorrow, I suspect they are hiding in the residential house."

"What?" Heisenberg still shook his beer: "You want us to search the whole town?"

"Not me, I just searched for residents of the family to inquire about it and asked their neighbors if they had come out in the past two days. If not, they might have been killed by the killer and hid it in it. This is just my inference. After all, we have no evidence to contact him directly."

Heisenberg said the last sentence: "Didn't you watch the surveillance video for a day? No clue?"

puff.

After shaking the beer, Heisenberg carefully stabbed the bottom of the canned beer with a dagger, and a stream of wine was instantly sprayed out of the beer. At that second, Heisenberg suddenly opened his mouth wide and enjoyed the coolness of the beer spraying into his mouth. Until the beer stopped spraying and flowed down the beer can, he leaned his mouth up and sucked it.

"Uh..." After drinking a can of beer, Heisenberg burped with satisfaction, as if he hadn't had such a good time.

I looked at it very unaccustomedly on the weekend. He remembered that the last time he went to the bar, Heisenberg just loved to fight for wine, and it wasn't like this...

"Doesn't there be a pull ring on your can?"

I grabbed the can on weekends, easily buckled the pull-up ring, and poured the cold beer into my mouth freely.

Heisenberg flattened the beer can and threw it onto the roof of the police station: "Why don't you try it? This feels great."

"Police Week."

In the distance, Jenny came over in a suit, and Heisenberg joked: "Your girlfriend is here to make trouble for you."

"There is... you will get off work in one minute. After get off work, you must be investigated." She raised her hand and looked at her watch.

"Why?" said Prosecutor Jenny at the weekend, "Why don't you just sue me?"

Edward just walked out of the police station in casual clothes and took out a living room without hesitation from the remaining beer: "What's wrong?" he asked.

Heisenberg said angrily: "This girl likes our interrogation room very much."

"Zhou, you have to work overtime today. Now... I need you to help me visit Robin's mother. After all, you handle this case. Don't let Robin's mother have any problems when her son is about to be prosecuted."

Jenny was stunned, turned her head and said dissatisfiedly: "When is the Montek Police Department full of humanity?"

There is no shameful person as shameless as Eyward: "We have always been like this, you have to understand slowly."

It is personal that Edward asked him to go home on weekends under the name of overtime work. At the same time, no one had to tell Jenny that she knew she was not popular in the police station.

“yes-private.”

He looked at Jenny with a sneer on the weekend, turned to his car, and replied as he drove away: "Eward, don't forget to let Derek sign my overtime documents."

Edward blocked Jenny's face and shouted, "You think beautifully, bastard."

Heisenberg and Eyward laughed loudly in the parking lot, and Jenny turned around and left in depression.

"This butt is good." Heisenberg said.

"Why don't you go to the interrogation room to chat with her on the weekend?" Edward quipped.

"Forget it..."

When he drove the car all the way to the rich area, he was a little distracted on the weekend. He kept wondering why this killer had disappeared without a trace after entering the back alley of the fried chicken shop. Judging from the killer's plan, he must have been hiding in Montek for a while, so...

"He's back!"

"Quickly, the black police are back!"

call!

I saw someone flashing in front of me in a trance on the weekend, so I quickly focused on stretching my feet to step on the brakes. The loss was that the speed was not fast, otherwise there would be a traffic accident.

"Hey!"

He shouted and patted the steering wheel with his hand. On the weekend, he wanted to poke his head out and cursed: "Don't be dead!" He did not drive the car because of distraction. The person in front of him was almost holding a sign made of wooden nails and stood there blankly.

"Black police!"

"Get out!"

"Black police!"

"Get out!"

On the weekend, I began to wonder if I was dazzled. All the people sitting on their lawn rushed over. The whole car was surrounded. Those guys who spoke ill of each other were neighbors who had never spoken before, strangers who said 'good morning' every morning, and white people who looked familiar but couldn't call them. They all lived in this community.

In this second, I only looked up at the weekend to see the sign in my hand that rushed over, which clearly stated on it - we don’t live in the same community as the black police, the perverted murderer!

When they turned to see Jane's home, the real estate company had already put a sign of "This item for sale" in front of their house. There were various benefits, such as "secluded, good neighbors, friendly neighbors, police and private swimming pools" and the price of this house with a market price of $550,000 was directly reduced to $320,000.

Could it be that Jane has been blown out by these residents during the past few days of her busy life?

What's going on!

I was a little confused on the weekend.

Pa, pa, pa.

Before I could figure it out on the weekend, several more radical middle-aged men rushed over to take pictures of his car window. There was also a white man who was about fifty years old in his shirt and casual pants holding a newspaper and sticking it on the car glass.

A huge title appeared in the newspaper - was the city finance department used to high salaries? Or was some black sheep involved in the police force?

Seeing that he had already spitted out his eyes during the weekend, he was already scolding in the car: "Jimmy!**-Teat!"

At the same time, he hung the gear in neutral position, raised his foot and blew the oil hard.

Buzz!

After the car let out a howl that was not very good at all, residents of the wealthy area who were originally surrounded by parking spaces made way out one after another. They seized the opportunity on the weekend and quickly flipped the car out of the crowd with a throttle.

In that second, he turned the steering wheel hard, and the car frantically shook his head on the road to turn the direction, and then he almost roared back to the police station from the same road.

In the police station, the policemen who had changed their clothes were chatting around Heisenberg. The group of big men were completely American. They didn't go home after get off work. They either had a drink or had a chat. When the chat was lively, the commando people walked out of the police station. Their appearance suddenly made more than a dozen policemen in the parking lot fall silent, and looked back at them as if someone had pressed the silence.

A commando who did not find all this complained: "Now we have become public enemy of the patrol police. Even Derek is not on our side. The evidence that we have to submit was obviously after get off work. Let's guard from morning to now."

"You, he, mom, shut up!" Jimmy turned around and cursed in dissatisfaction. No one felt that feeling of being isolated as much as he felt.

At this time, he could only watch the malicious eyes walking towards his car under the gaze of all the patrolmen.

"Hey, Jimmy."

At dusk, when I drove my BMW on the weekend and returned to the police station after getting off work, I happened to meet the police who had been busy all day leaving. In other words, the parking lot of the police station was full of colleagues.

bump.

After getting off the car, Zhouzhang shook his hand and closed the car door with anger on his face, and walked towards Jimmy Babs. He didn't even say hello to him when he got close. He swung his right foot and kicked directly at the commando's crotch!

He couldn't bear it anymore. The first time, when he was unfamiliar with the place on the weekend, he endured Jimmy to stretch his feet at the power supply under the desk; the second time, he endured Jimmy and stabbed himself to the Ministry of Internal Affairs; the third time, if he was tolerant, this bastard would think he was easy to bully!

"Ao!"

Jimmy Babs could no longer make a normal sound when he was kicked. His legs immediately closed together and his hands covered his most important part and bent down.

Before the weekend, people around him reacted, he grabbed Jimmy's hair, pulled him down hard, and raised his knee and hit him hard.

null.

Every policeman present watched Jimmy get hit and raised his head. At that time, Edward finally reacted: "What's wrong with the weekend?"

Heisenberg also replied with a look of surprise, "I don't know, but I've wanted to beat him up long ago."

In an instant, the two of them rushed up in a sympathetic manner, and the two of them shouted, "How can you hit someone on weekends?" But the man stood beside the other four members of the commando team. Whoever wanted to go over and slammed them would stop him, and they couldn't be happy to see Jimmy get a few more hits.

Over the weekend, I pulled Jimmy's head that had just been raised, raised her elbow and slapped him fiercely at the back of his neck. How could I remember the move I learned at the police academy? I smashed Jimmy down with an "empty" sound, and kicked her feet like a gangster in the past and kicked her feet!

"You, Mom, told the media everything?!!"

null!

He kicked him off again: "Bastard, do you know that residents from the rich area formed a group to march at my house and said they would drive the black police out of the block?!!!"

Derek, who had just walked out of the police station, saw this scene and wanted to yell over and slam the fight. After hearing what he said on the weekend, he wiped his head back and cursed: "Bitch-------------------------------------------------------------------------

At the same moment, almost all the policemen were stunned.
Chapter completed!