On rainy days, lightning and thunder, huge raindrops covered the entire Los Angeles, and it seemed that they did not intend to let go of the homeless people sleeping on the ground in the wandering area. ▲∴

Preston was going crazy. When he arrived in the western part of the afternoon under the rain, his whole body had a gloomy face. Even when others greeted him, his former enthusiasm disappeared without a trace.

"Wood, come to my office."

Wood stood at the reception desk and saw Preston walking up the second floor in a breeze. He had never seen this scene and couldn't understand why.

Even though he thought about it, he had to go to Preston's office and walked up to the second floor from the reception desk on the first floor. He knocked on the door of Preston's office with a look of suspicion.

When, when, when, when.

"Come in."

Wood opened the door and closed the door before asking, "Privately, what happened?"

"Chekov is in trouble again!"

call.

Wood finally breathed a sigh of relief, anyway, as long as there was nothing he had to do here.

"It's because of this?" Wood was surprised that Chekov was not a policeman in the Wandering Area. What happened to the Wandering Area Police Department if he caused trouble?

"Do you remember we were at the bar last night to relax for the weekend?"

Wood nodded and said, "Of course I remember, in the end I drove him back in a police car...**, don't say they started fighting, then all we can do is to attend the weekend funeral."

Preston, who was speechless, glared at him and said to himself: "Do you remember the news we saw last night in the bar? Helicopters and police officers rounded up, do you remember?"

"Do you know why?" Preston said with a fire all over his body: "It's just that... Chekov, who was a bitch, suspected that street gangsters were selling drugs, and beat people to flee in the street, and finally made Boss of the police station's anti-gang and anti-drug department unable to explain to him. Today, the whole situation was held to report on Chekov's treatment... He hasn't found even a gram of drugs yet!"

Wood was stunned and asked quickly: "Privately, don't say that the boss has stuffed this guy into our bureau again, don't talk about this matter, you nodded..."

What can he say?

If the heads and minds in the bureau hadn't watched Preston bullied and forced Adam over last time, would there be such an exception in the Wandering District Police Department?

Adam is fine, after all, he was the first detective in Los Angeles. Chekov must not have it. Who doesn't know that he is the root of the entire Los Angeles, from the Special Operations Bureau to the Detective Support and Criminal Cases Department, in the Juvenile Crime Department, the Anti-Crime Department and the Anti-Drug Department... This troublemaker almost transferred the Detective Bureau all over, and every time he was kicked out by his immediate boss. If he hadn't had a top slam father-in-law from the Los Angeles five-man team and the Los Angeles Police Free Fighting Championship title for seven consecutive years, it wouldn't be possible whether he could stay in the police force at this time.

"Privately, you must not agree to this matter. Our wandering area is a case-prone area. If Chekov comes, the whole of Los Angeles will have to be on our side. Are you willing to keep someone watching the get off work every day? At that time, you have to prepare a coffee cup for the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs in your office, and they will definitely visit you frequently."

Preston sighed and said, "It's too late."

"What!" Wood was completely speechless.

"The five leaders of the five-person group kept me alone after the meeting. The five people persuaded me to stay Chekov. I wanted to say no, I said everything, and I swear I absolutely said no." Preston looked at Wood and said, "But what's the use?"

"Any old guy tells me 'This is an order!' and I can't afford to take it."

"Think about it, who will Chekov patrol with?"

Wood continued: "I think even if he is placed in the police station, it is a problem, except to put a desk opposite you..."

"I asked you to give me some advice!" Preston said, glaring at Wood.

Wood muttered in his heart: "If you have the ability, go yell with the five-member team!" But he said: "Privately, our bureau is really not suitable. You don't think about it. When we came on the weekend, we were already full of staff. He has no partner yet. How can I arrange Chekov? Otherwise, I will patrol and give him the location of Sha Zhan to him? As long as you are sure he won't fight with anyone who comes to report the case in the bureau."

The office was quiet, and the two of them sat and stood one by one across an office desk, as if they were glued at the same time.

"weekend……"

"Private, you only told him to take a two-day rest yesterday."

Preston continued: "I told him yesterday that he was a member of the Wandering District Police Department."

"So, I need to find him a partner."

"Wood, you can draw out the best places in our jurisdiction, and you must have a place where you are so bored that you have nothing to do except sleep."

Wood picked his eyelids: "Privately, what you said about Hollywood villa area."

“Do what I said!”

"Ok, lure-are-wavess."

Wood walked out of Preston's office and walked downstairs without returning to his job. He hid in the bathroom and took out his cell phone and called, "Zhou?"

"Hmm?" The sound of not waking up over the weekend came. It was obvious that he drank too much yesterday.

"Why haven't you gotten up yet?"

"Wood? I'm on vacation, have you forgotten? I just took a morning vacation."

"Take a sick leave now, or keep taking all your five-week holidays. Believe me, you will definitely regret not doing this."

In the room, I turned over on the bed on the weekend, changed from lying down to lying down, and didn't even take off my dirty police uniform. Before I even opened my eyes, I asked, "What happened?"

"That Russian has caused trouble again. Now he was reported by the superiors and was beaten to our bureau from the police detectives' anti-gang and anti-drug department. Do you understand?"

Other officers who have been in the Los Angeles Police Department for a long time will definitely understand this. On weekends, he will not be able to understand it.

"What the hell are you talking about?" The weekend opened his eyes and barely sat up from the bed: "What Russians? What does it have to do with me?"

"You log in to the internal system of the police station to check it out. I won't tell you anymore. The name is Chekov, and he is likely to become your partner."

Dou, Dou, Dou.

I threw the phone on the bed on the weekend and never understood what Wood was talking about. When he washed his face, changed his clothes, put it in front of the computer in the room, and logged into the internal system of the police station...

"This must be someone who is deliberately playing tricks on me!"

Chekov's information was shocked on the weekend. He probably couldn't find the files of everyone in the Los Angeles Police Force. This list has received more than 20 complaints in the year, and on average, between two and three times a month. What's interesting is that all complaints are almost violent law enforcement, breaking the nose of the street gangster, breaking the thief's arm, and hitting a young streamer just over fifteen years old - bleeding inside the gangster... In the attendance column, it is even more surprising that he has never taken a sick leave in so many battles, which means that he has been injured and has never lost!

And his honors are as high as complaints. He has been the leader of the police free fighting championship for seven consecutive years, the leader of the police pistol rapid fire for seven consecutive years, the leader of the police fifteen-meter fixed target for seven consecutive years, and the highest success rate of arresting prisoners for seven consecutive years... If Adam is the top of the IQ of the Los Angeles Police Department, Chekov is standing on the top of the mountain on the peak of the force!

When he went to see Chekov's resume on the weekend, he seemed to find a reason that made Chekov so magical, because in his archives, in addition to the records of attending school for seven years and previous years as a policeman and two years of joining the army, there was only one line of words in the middle of nearly five years, which said that he was serving in the Delta Special Forces.
Chapter completed!