Without any danger, the 690 patrol car continued on the road, and James and George changed positions. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Whether George was lazy or afraid of trouble, when he was still an ordinary street patrol policeman, he took drunk people forward on the street many times, and even did not hesitate to cross the bridge, just to send them to the nearest district.

James closed the door and waited for the car to start, and cautiously asked, "Are you a drinker?" Or is it just plain annoying drunks? ”

"Why should I be vomited for nothing?" George drove smoothly, thought for a moment, and then answered James's question in a smart tone.

James and George bear little resemblance in size and appearance, George is about six feet tall, blonde, broad-shouldered, and blue-eyed, while James has a standard oriental face.

The temperaments of the two people are very different, and it is estimated that disagreement will be the norm for a long time in the future, which may be one of the biggest problems after the two of them work together.

James can find the fault of the newly recruited policeman, who seems to be upright, but it is difficult to get a good result when he does things, maybe he will not compromise on what he sees now, but then again, who knows what will happen in the future, George doesn't want to think about it, what he cares about is out of sight, and it is not his business to hang high.

In the dull silence, the 690 police car and the two people in the car drove slowly along a winding road, which was very smooth from the road, which can be described as quiet, of course, not that there were few people, but it was like a peaceful and peaceful area, as if sin and darkness had never come.

Although I don't know if George thinks so, but James feels this way when he comes down this day. It's like the next line.

It's a deliberate and clever route that almost guarantees that no one will be there. They didn't run into any other cars along the way, and saw only two living creatures in total, first a cat and then another cat.

When George drove the car to the end of the patrol area, the car stopped, let the engine idle, and the radiator was only one yard from the Santa Monica city limit, and then he didn't know what he was thinking, maybe how to arrange the rest of the working time, and James didn't know if it was right, anyway, he thought so.

Does George have to be cheeky enough to turn around and drive back the way he came, or find a quiet place to wait for the bell to ring for the end of work? James thought to himself about these questions, not knowing whether to say them or not.

"Is this going to rest? Where are you going? James muttered quietly.

"Do you have an opinion?" George just used an unkind tone, and did not turn to face James and said.

"No, you know, I'm just a newcomer, you can go wherever you say, what advice can I have, I don't know how to go, you say yes." Whether it's right or wrong, there's always nothing wrong with admitting your inadequacies.

"To be honest, I didn't mean to have an opinion about you, I just didn't want to get into so much trouble, you young people always like to be in the limelight, this is not good, at least for you now, this is not advisable." George said earnestly.

James doesn't know what caused his partner to suddenly change sex, but it is still necessary to listen to the words of a friendly person or an elder, and now the task given to him by Superintendent Michael is to listen, watch more, talk less, and have less conflict.

George turned to glance at James, saw that he nodded, and said no more, silently thinking about things.

James also gave George a serious look, and soon they made a joint decision, crossing the city line and driving five hundred yards along Third Avenue to the northeast, which would only take two minutes to patrol in Santa Monica.

Then turn straight to HSD Street, past the hospital, through the park, along the cemetery, and finally back to the police station, by which time they are already off work, and the chances of running into anyone along the road are slim to none, and they can easily complete the day's tasks.

Drive into Santa Monica and turn left onto North Station Street.

James yawned.

The summer thundershowers were coming, and suddenly there was a torrential rain, and the dense heavy raindrops splashed a dry dust and smoke on the ground, and fell straight down like sifting beans, shattering the mirror-like water surface and scaring away the birds who wanted to see the rain.

The sudden rainy day, James can't say he likes it, let alone hates it, but it's a good start, and he doesn't want to change his mood because of the change in weather.

The ticking raindrops, the lapping of the window, and the other places where it came into contact with it, George drove intently, as if he had not been indifferent to James after those words in the morning, and never said anything more about his inner thoughts, or the direction of his work.

James looked at the heavy rain outside in all his boredom, and suddenly pointed ahead and said, "Over there! There's a bastard running towards us! ”

The order in which James uses words is unflattering, but George doesn't care, maybe in his heart, people with weaknesses are human beings, no one has any problems, this can only be done by God, and besides, he is still a young man from the East in the same car.

"I also brought a dog." James said with some excitement.

"That area is not under my control, not under our jurisdiction," George said, shaking his head.

"He's waving to us." James continued.

"Hey! Let's go and see, I'm still wearing a leather, and hopefully it won't be a big problem. With that, George hit the steering wheel and walked towards the man who beckoned.

It was a ridiculously small dog, and it was simply dragged by the man across the stagnant water on the ground. The dog walker rushed to the middle of the road and blocked the front of the car.

“Asshole！” George cursed, slamming on the brakes.

James and George didn't think at all, is this person stupid, or is he mentally abnormal, he doesn't know how to dodge when a car comes, and he rushes in the direction of the front of the car, is this a deadly rhythm? Although he didn't understand, George had no choice but to roll down the window and yell:

"What do you mean by running into the middle of the road like that?"

"Over there...... There's a car over there......" The man said, pointing across the street, breathlessly.

"So what?" George said rudely glaring at the man leading the dog.

Maybe George wasn't very kind to people who didn't care for small animals, so he said loudly, "How can you drag this dog like this?" This is animal cruelty. ”

"Happen...... An accident happened. The dog owner trembled as he saw the scene.

"Okay, let's deal with it! You damn sadist, hurry up and get out of range of my car, better get off the road, get it! George was very impatient, and in a very harsh tone.

George continued to drive on, and James, as if he had thought of something, turned around and shouted, "Don't stop the car like this again!" If you don't want to die, others will die! ”

James stared straight at the rain ahead, and that movement and expression seemed to want to cut through the rain and see all the details ahead.

"That's right, there's a car on the sidewalk, and it looks like a nice sports car!" James looked into the distance and said very seriously.

"The taillights are still on, the front door is open, James, you go out and have a look." George was not in a hurry to check on the situation himself, but turned to James and gave orders.

George parked the car behind the sports car, and the body of the police car was at right angles to the sports car, as if it were a rear-end collision.

James opened the car door, unconsciously straightened the belt on his shoulder, and said to himself, "Aha, what's going on?" ”

Like George, he wears long boots and a leather jacket with gold buttons, and a baton and pistol around his waist.

George sat in the car and watched James leisurely walk towards the open front door of the sports car.

I thought it was an ordinary traffic accident, but after a while, James exclaimed, quickly squatted down, and stretched out his right hand to the holster.

George reacted quickly, after all, he was also an old police officer, and he didn't mind trouble, but when he was in danger, he would have certain means, so it only took him a second to activate the red light, searchlight, and flashing orange light on the roof of the police car.

When George opened the car door and rushed into the rain, James was still crouching next to the sports car. Even so, George pulled out his Glock 17-9mm pistol, opened the safety bolt, and even glanced at his watch, which showed the time at 2:13 PM.

"What's the situation?" George whispered to James.

Perhaps it was the interference of the rain, or some other reason, James did not immediately respond to George's question, but took a deep breath, and then quickly probed and looked ahead.

George also became nervous, in his opinion, this was a bad omen, he really shouldn't come, and he shouldn't have seen something like this on such a day.

George was waiting for James' answer, but James didn't react at all after the probe, just quietly observed, as if struggling, not behaviorally, but with a breath of breath.

"Could it be that the suspect is still committing murder?" George couldn't help but question in his heart, since James didn't answer his words, he thought that the murderer was too close to make a little noise, so he continued to wait, after all, the car was not very big, and exposing himself to the outside would inevitably lead to unexpected dangers.

James put away the gun, stood up, and then said to George: "A dog was hit, and it looks like the perpetrator has escaped, but this picture is really too touching, so I can't help it!" ”

“What？” George looked confused, is it a dog that was hit? Why is there a gun drawn?

"Car accident, hit a dog, it seems that this is the scene of the accident, but there is a widow of the victim!" James said it very seriously, as if he had encountered a very big feeling.

"Are you kidding me?" George cautiously stood up and looked in the direction of the front of the car: "What_the_fuck!"

The puddle of blood in front of the sports car was vividly visible as it spread with the rain, but the source of the red blood was not the same kind of James and George, but the same kind of dog waiting for him.

I don't know if it's rain, the surviving puppy, his face seems to be full of sadness, there are tears in his eyes, for a while George forgot to abuse, blame his partner, and suddenly feel a burst of heat in his heart, like drinking a glass of strong wine, blood gushing up his head.

Who can still say that George was a numb man now? He may have been very picky about James before, but in this matter, James thinks that his partner is still good, maybe he can start with pets in the future? I just don't know if I can feed a dog, but at first glance, this dog should have no owner, it's just a stray dog, what does it matter if I can't keep it or not.

It's a very simple thing, but what about James after seeing a different George? To be continued......