When he walked out of the gate of the headquarters building, he caught up with the last ray of sunshine of the day on the weekend. The sunset he saw was hanging from the lowest position in the skyline, and the gentle orange red all over the sky was slanted. ◇↓

tired.

I was too tired today on the weekend. I had been waiting for the murderer for two days and two nights before, and then suddenly there was a fight. Then I entered the investigation called inquiry and actually interrogation. Then I conducted DNA samples and gunpowder testing. During that period, I almost thought that F was solved the case.

Fortunately, after all these things were finished, he was finally released.

He should take a break and go back to his kennel in Chinatown and lie on the bed and have a rest... But there is always a problem in his mind - is there any loopholes in this situation?

It should be, no more...

What else can I do with my f-pun?

Lie test?

Quinn can at most ask the F to perform a lie test. So when the F to perform a lie test, he must not refuse.

On the weekend, I stood on the side of the road in the headquarters building and prepared to take a taxi to the Cecil Hotel to get a car. This should be something a normal person should do. He cannot let his behavior appear in any doubt...

“Country cowboy!”

A shout suddenly came from the side of the road, and the sound was very familiar. When he turned his head to look at it on the weekend, he found a police car just parked on the side of the road, and Wood was lying in the window and watching him.

"Why are you here?"

After he asked this, he saw that the rear door was opened, and Vic and Miguel were actually here too!

When all three of them got out of the car, Wood smiled and said, "This is not very good. Zhou, you seem to have forgotten which camp you belong to."

Miguel responded: "Yes, get in the car quickly, you have a lot of things to be busy next."

"What are you busy with?"

"Are you an idiot? Do you think you are the murderer who escapes after shooting someone? You have to write a report, and if there is anything doubtful about this report, your file will be problematic..."

Wood continued: "This is not only a matter of not being able to be promoted in this life, but you may lose your job or go to jail because of this report. Believe me, this is by no means an exaggeration."

Miguel continued: "Next, you will face Preston's inquiry, which is easier to deal with, but you can't relax. After all, this time you not only fired a shot, but also killed a person. As long as you show a little bit of fear of shooting in front of Preston, the next thing will be psychological counseling or psychological counseling after suspension. Weekly, you don't want to waste your paid vacation on psychological counseling, right?"

He spread his hands out on the weekend and said, "So what?"

"so?"

"Hey, guys, have you heard that after staying with Los Angeles' No. 1 demeanor for so long, Zhou can see the essence of the matter."

Wood said thiefly: "So you need the help of us guys. We will help you check the report and teach you how to deal with Preston. Finally, we will tell you how to deal with the long stockings and professional outfits of the psychological counselor once you need to provide psychological counselors."

"**, Wood, you never told us that your psychological counselor is a hot girl with long stockings and long legs and professional clothes. Why is the one who does it for me a fat black woman?"

Ha ha ha ha……

Miguel's complaint caused a burst of laughter from the door. Wood was hurt and said with a smile: "The most important thing is..."

Wood held the weekend's upper arm with both hands: "Zhou, you need to relax, let's go, we'll take you to all the favorite bars in the Wandering Area. The first round, I'll invite you."

Miguel shrugged and said, "The second round is mine."

Vic curled his lips reluctantly and said, "Who made you one of us? Even if I don't have much money, I don't have to spend a cent on the third round."

"Let's go, still standing there!"

The three of them stood at the door of the f-pants and said these words. There was an extremely warm feeling on the weekend surrounding the thoughts of being in the dark and trying hard to cover themselves with armor. Perhaps the police in Los Angeles were not as wild as Montek, but once they became serious, they would bring out a kind of lovely care.

What else can I say on the weekend? He was almost forcibly pushed into the police car by these three guys in this warm current, and even the hurried saying: "I have to go to the door of the Cecil Hotel to get the car." He was ignored in his jokes.

The police car passed through the streets and alleys in the setting sun and returned to the wandering area. When it was dark, the police car happened to park at the door of a bar in the wandering area. On the weekend, the three of them pushed in the name of the bar before they even had time to check it out.

The moment the bar door opened, a sound of cheering suddenly broke out in the bar, "Wow!!!" and he saw at least a dozen policemen in police uniforms raising their glasses at the door.

Every face here feels familiar and unfamiliar on weekends. What is familiar is that you can see it every time you check in at work. What is strange is that he rarely talks to these people and has never known these people.

At this moment, someone came over with a glass of wine. When the policeman stuffed the glass full of beer into his hand, there was no compliment, and no one said worthless nonsense like 'you are a hero', but instead used his own glass to touch the beer glass in his hand on the weekend.

I saw it on the weekend. The man was Preston. He didn't expect this guy to be there too.

"Everyone," Preston said, "Do you remember the rules of our bureau? Today everyone can suck our country cowboys hard..." Preston hugged his shoulders over the weekend: "You can force him to ask what happened to him when he first had happened with a girl; you can take off his pants and push him out of the bar..." Preston looked at the weekend and said sincerely: "But no one is allowed to ask what happened during the day. I don't care how curious you are about that, I believe that the weekend will not be willing to recall it. Today is not possible, tomorrow is not possible, and in the future, as long as I tell me that someone asked on the weekend, sorry, you will be the enemy of our Wandering District Police Station. I want to send you to the training base to return to the stove."

"Now, I order all the police officers from the Wandering District Police Department to pour this rural cowboy into me!"

"Alas!"

All kinds of strange screams were made in the bar, and the screams were heard one after another.

But I just want to say 'thank you' on the weekend.

As Preston walked into the bar with his shoulders on the weekend, he said in his ear with a strange cry: "You need to take a few days off and hand me the report on this matter. I will decide whether you need psychological counseling based on this report."

The strange cry was not over yet. The TV hanging from the roof of the bar lowered the volume of everyone in the bar. On the TV, an escaped vehicle was chased by a police car on the road. In the dark night, the helicopter in the air was turning on a searchlight and would never let the car hide. When the car rushed to the intersection at the end of a block, the intersection that had been blocked by the police car appeared in front of him. The car stopped with no choice. The police who had been waiting there rushed forward in a swarm. The guy in the picture was almost savagely pulled out of the car window, and his criminal career came to an end.

Preston smiled and said, "This story tells us that you must not drive when committing crimes in Los Angeles. Road surveillance, helicopters, and police interception will instantly become your mortal enemy."

He shook his head over the weekend and said, "You city police officers are really good at playing."

Wood came over and stood beside him and said, "Hey, you - mom - are also a damn city policeman."

Preston smiled and said, "Yes, you go to my office to get tutoring materials tomorrow. I can't transfer you from Texas, but you can re-appoint the police here. Then, I will go and ask you to come, but don't expect me to exempt you from six months of training. Bastard, I asked you to go to the training base. You have only been there once. If you don't drink all the beer in your glass, don't expect me to forgive you."

After looking around in surprise on the weekend, he didn't expect that he could hear Preston swearing...

This should be because I have integrated into this group, right?

It seems that he was deceived by Wood and the others. Preston is not as terrifying as they said... But is all this important?
Chapter completed!