Bee, bee, bee.

When the Drek phone rang, the garbage dump had already been done. The garbage dump administrator was pressed on the desktop by Heisenberg and Bob. Edward was sitting in front of the computer to check the information on the computer, while other police officers held their hands with their pistols at their waists and were focused outside the wooden house.

It is obvious that they have captured the dumping ground with only one administrator, and more obviously, they have nothing to get.

"Hey? Who is there?" Derek asked directly after answering the phone.

The other party did not have any politeness: "De, let's talk about the serious business first. My subordinates are likely to search in the Gobi Desert, and they are in danger."

"Yes, I'm wiping your butts." Derek replied very stiffly, and he seemed to be unable to soften his life.

"Listen to me, I have Tony's and their mobile phone location in my hand. I will send it to your phone later. No matter what, I have to find them. You must not call them. Do you understand?"

"Ok." Derek answered cautiously: "As long as there is no problem with the positioning."

"I would like to ask, why don't you guys remove the damn helicopter?"

“After applying, the search will start in fifteen minutes.”

"I understand." Derek always used to replying this sentence when he was about to hang up the phone, but the other party stopped him: "Hey, I've finished talking about the serious things, now I'll say something else."

Derek was stunned for a moment. Based on the response he gave after returning to the police station on the weekend, he could almost guess what the other party wanted to say.

"You're going to retire, right? You can go anywhere with a large pension. I mean, Montek will no longer have anything to do with you in a few months, so give me the week?"

"Why?" Derek didn't seem to agree in his tone.

"Because Tony hates him, at the same time, he passed the first round of tests."

"test?"

Derek seemed to have figured out something. When the agent f forced to take out the mission, he also used his partner as a combination. There were very few cases of doing the mission alone. Only the special service personnel would appear in group mode. In other words, if he betrayed his partner during Tony's test on the weekend, I'm sorry, at least the department where Tony is located will always close the door to him.

"ye." The other party replied on the phone: "This test is unofficial. The test may take a few days after entering the F-Press, or it may not come in. The person who tested does not represent any leader, but only represents the F-Press agent..."

“What are the test results?”

The other party smiled happily: "Hey, De, do you believe it? My agent with the highest case-solving rate actually hates a small town patrolman. He belittles your Zhou to no avail. This situation has never happened. Tony suggests that I give up Zhou."

“no.”

Derek actually rejected the suggestion: "I won't let Zhou go to your place."

"Give me a reason."

Derek sighed: "You have the best appraisal experts, the best reasoning experts, the best interrogation experts, the best psychological portrait experts... Everything is the best, what about Zhou? Do you know what he has?"

"Um?"

"You don't know, you don't know where to put him, and you don't know how to make Zhou improve faster. When I went to the city for a meeting two days ago, I heard that your Tony overturned a suicide case with a suicide note with a few hairs, and caught the murderer in six hours."

"Yes, there is a clear difference between the natural hair falling off and the pulled hair follicles. It is impossible for a person who has no motivation to commit suicide to pull off his hair one by one...so..."

"That's the gap." Derek said the truth: "I'm pretty sure Zhou doesn't understand you things, so what is the most common sentence he hears after he goes?"

"Idiot? Idiot?"

"But I understand that Zhou is a trace science expert. He is very good at analyzing what has happened through various traces."

"Is there still a lack of trace science experts in the F-pin? Surely not. You have various instruments to restore, and the rest is just to reason according to clues. What will the result be? Zhou will find that no matter what aspect he is, there are a bunch of people standing in front of him, and his abilities will not be well utilized at any time."

The opposite side suddenly stopped for a long time, and when Derek finished saying this, he reminded him: "D, have you ever seen a psychologist after Charlie left?"

"Don't let him - Mom tell me the truth!" Derek cursed in hatred: "I know what I'm doing, and I know that I have transferred Charlie's hope to another person, so-what!"

Bang.

The phone was hung up.

Everyone in the room understood, they all understood why the director of the police station suddenly favored Zhou so much. Even before Edward entered the police station on the weekend, he heard Derek say in person, 'He always wanted Charlie to be a policeman', but he didn't have a chance.

Interestingly, this weekend came out, and he personally solved the case of Charlie's murder; he analyzed it well in the interrogation room until Robin confessed his guilt and was punished.

And who contributed to this interrogation in the monitoring room? It was Derek!

A father who lost his son suddenly felt hope, or he deliberately let his emotions start to flow in a certain direction, at least he did this when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would not shed tears when he looked at the family photo on the bedside table.

What's wrong?

The moment Derek walked out of the wooden house, the police in the house remembered that his son had just left the world, and the strong man was using violent stunts to persevere without a day under the powerful attack of sadness.

...

"Hey."

On the weekend, when he was stunned in the garbage dump in the distance, a voice came from behind him. He began to admire these poisons a little. For the sake of transportation, these bastards can think of any tricks, dragging them underwater, hollowing out fruits, and taking out any slits of the human body. They can use anything that can be taken out. Fortunately, these people are not in China, otherwise the rural manure trucks would not be spared... I think of the poisons transported by manure trucks - people sucking them, and I felt a lot of nausea on the weekend.

"Director..."

"What's wrong with you?" Derek asked with concern.

He smiled reluctantly on the weekend and said, "It's okay, I just want to feel disgusting."

"Do you like Texas?"

I felt this sentence sounded familiar to you on the weekend: "Didn't you let me make up stories to cheat Christina?"

"no...hehe." Derek said with a smile: "I just think your stage is too small. Have you ever thought about learning more in other places in the past?"

"Or feel that your position is too low and it is inconvenient to do anything?"

Not to mention, this feeling really happens on weekends.

“Have you ever considered your situation when Texas sends a new police chief?”

The weekend scared Derek's words. Derek was about to retire soon, and he had a quarrel with Jimmy again. If a director who was not familiar with the environment came to Montek to retire, who would the new director rely on? Whether it was an official position or his understanding of Montek, Jimmy, the commando leader, must be the first candidate. At that time... the emperor was the emperor and the minister.

“How about learning something new in a different place?”

“Los Angeles? Los Angeles? Los Angeles?”

"Do I have any choice?"

"Yes, go to Los Angeles. I'm in the police system outside of Texas, only Los Angeles has a very good friend."

"If you think about it, let's talk."

Derek got up and walked back, shouting into the cabin: "Get that guy into the police car, everyone gets in the car, and go with me to find the lost f-boy kid."

future?
Chapter completed!