"There are so many things I want to get an explanation that I don't know how to speak......"

Lloyd sat down at the table helplessly, anyway, the food was on his lips, and it would be a waste not to eat it while it was hot. Although it is a bit rude to say this, since the section chief has eaten so much and has not had an accident, it can basically mean that there is no poison in these foods. There was some sorry for the lotus—after all, she had made dinner with care—but Lloyd preferred the normal taste to the sweetness.

"Is the support department the same level of food every day? I want to change jobs......"

Lin seemed to compare this with the treatment of the guerrillas, and his newly calmed mood became indignant again. Lloyd hastened to explain to her that it would not be good if there was a misunderstanding.

Although it is a good thing for Lloyd that Lin and Eolia jumped to the support department, the problem is that if this really happens, I'm afraid Michelle should kill someone in the police station, and the Crossbell Guerrilla Association is already short of people, and they poached two, doesn't this force Michelle to a dead end?

"The cigarettes after the meal are really the best."

Sergei said as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, and before he could open it, he was snatched by You throwing out a chain. With the slight grinding sound of the chains, the box of cigarettes drew a beautiful mark and landed firmly in Yu's hand.

"I said section chief, there are still children here, don't just be a bad example...... Let's talk about the origin of this table. You just said Dior, right? ”

Sergei glanced at him casually, shrugged unmoved, the cigarette snatched from him didn't seem so important to him. Still, he explained in a slow, unmotivated voice.

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That was before Lloyd and the others returned to the city.

Section Chief Sergei, as always, was watching miscellaneous ...... in the section chief's room work, and then suddenly received an emergency meeting notice from the police headquarters.

I really don't want to go. But you can't go if you don't go. Sergei reluctantly put down the magazine in his hand, put it in a drawer and locked it with his hand. As for what the content is, you can probably guess from the fact that he locked it up, right?

"I hope they didn't stab Lou Zi too much. Otherwise, Pierre would have to go on and on again. ”

Muttering to himself and lighting himself a cigarette, Sergei couldn't help but laugh when he remembered his boss, who was always in a hurry. It was a smile that didn't mean anything, just out of pleasure. It's similar to the average person smiling when they hear a joke.

However, these little guys should be fine. Should it be said that the two brothers also have similar personalities? The elder brother is desperately collecting evidence of the mafia, and the younger brother has accidentally provoked the Karuman consortium, I'm afraid today's emergency meeting also has something to do with the Karuman consortium, right?

Forget it, find a reason to prevaricate. If it turns into Pierre's critique meeting, it's a big deal to make up for it.

Sergei, with extremely lazy thoughts, dragged his body to the police headquarters.

After saying hello to Fran, the operator at the front desk, Sergei headed straight to the conference room.

There are really a lot of people in it, Pierre, this guy sits on his toes proudly, surrounded by several other deputy directors, the director is not there, it is understandable that the leader must be the last to arrive, so that he has an identity. Leaders from all departments were present, and even the busiest search section, a female search officer, was sent to observe. Sergei pouted, it didn't look like a small matter.

Nearly thirty minutes passed after Sergei sat down, and the people arrived. For various reasons, the police station has become unresponsive, just as it is a fact that a seriously ill person will slowly become unresponsive before the deadline is approaching.

Even an emergency meeting can be delayed for thirty minutes, if it were an ordinary meeting......

Sergei had a mocking smile on his face, but it quickly changed to a solemn expression. Because it suddenly occurred to him that he had waited for them here for thirty minutes, did it mean that he was actually a very good policeman? Well, it must be like that.

Thinking of this, Sergei's expression became serious again, as if he was really a good policeman.

Then, there is the long and meaningless opening line. Even in an emergency meeting, the top management still doesn't mean to make a big point or make a long story short.

In short, if you can summarize the 20-minute break, it is, "Everyone who attended the meeting has worked hard, and I am very grateful for the meeting."

What a hassle. Sergei pretended to be listening, and his right hand was hidden under the table, turning the pen he was wearing around his fingertips. Because of his frequent meetings, Sergei has developed the skill of flying a pen between his fingers for three hours! But there's no point......

Then, Pierre coughed and cleared his throat, and Sergei knew it was time to get to the point.

Sure enough, Deputy Director Pierre showed a hypocritical smirk, and began to talk nonsense without smiling.

This is not to say that Pierre's role is very important, but that the manuscripts of the leaders are written in advance, and everyone else feels that the manuscript is too long and difficult to read, anyway, Pierre is only a marginal figure, although he is the deputy director, but the real power is limited, and because of Pierre's timidity and fear - he himself thinks that he is cautious in words and deeds - he has no hope of being promoted to the director of the bureau, and everyone is happy to give this manuscript to him to read, which is easy and does not threaten his position.

Stripped of the meaningless praise and exaggerated modifiers, the central idea of the manuscript was that Carrumen Haas had decided to donate 1 million mira to the Support Section in his personal name as a fund for his activities, and the Police Department believed that the Support Section was a subordinate department of the Police Headquarters, and since the money was donated to the Support Section, it was naturally donated to the Police Department.

Oh. I see.

This was Sergei's first reaction.

The habit of meeting all year round made him not pay attention to what Pierre was talking about.

"Well, Sergei, did you hear that?"

Pierre saw that he didn't react, and knew that he was distracted again, but it was not easy to have a seizure on this occasion now, so he could only ask him with anger. Normally, when Sergei is mentioned, everyone will call him Sergei Inspector in connection with his position, but now Deputy Director Pierre, under the anger of the deputy director, does not take this into account.

"Ah, listening."

"Then tell me a story!"

Pierre's voice suddenly became sharp, and inadvertently, he pinched his throat again. This is one of the characteristics of Pierre's agitated state, as every police officer under his command knows.

"Uh...... That, someone donated 1 million to support it...... Support Division. ”

Sergei struggled to remember the sentence that had just flown past his ear, and was startled by the number.

To be honest, one million is barely enough for a department, and it's not worth getting excited. But the support department is different, and even if Rui is counted in this department, there are only eight people in total. For a department with only eight people, this is more than a regular budget.

Sergei immediately drove his head.

Of course, it is not possible to transfer all of this million to the Support Division, and the top management of the police department will definitely have a piece of the pie. Therefore, what Sergei has to do now is to help the support section get funding as much as possible.

Ah, this feeling, what a pleasure.

Sergei smiled, a smile reminiscent of a middle-aged shrewd fox.

As for the result, only 20,000 Mira belonged to the Support Section. The rest of the parts were divided under various names. Although it sounds like the funds of the Support Section, as long as Sergei pursues it, he will definitely not be able to get it.

But Sergei didn't care too much about it, he was content and happy: anyway, the money came for nothing, and he naturally didn't care. As soon as he walked out of the door of the police station, Sergei immediately lit a cigarette for himself. With a cool breeze, Sergei took a hard breath, this is the taste of victory.

It was so painful to recall that at the previous meeting, Sergei casually exposed the lies of the higher-ups, and casually refuted their ideas one by one. Of course, Sergei had no interest in pushing them too far, so he had some fun and agreed to spend most of his money on projects he had never heard of.

"Well, are you Sergei Superintendent?"

Suddenly, someone accosted Sergei.

Looking back, it was a man of about thirty years old, wearing a white leather half-sleeved jacket and white trousers, but with a leather protective layer nailed to the outside. Sergei had never seen such a strange costume, probably not the style of the empire or the republic.

"Ah, I am."

"Sure enough! Hello. My name is Dior, and I'm a tester affiliated with the Karumon Consortium, and I've really caused a lot of trouble for your Special Mission Support Section this afternoon. ”

Dio said sincerely, bowing slightly to Sergei.

Sergei was taken aback, he touched the back of his head in embarrassment, but he didn't expect that someone would be so polite, this guy, if he wasn't pretending, was a hopeless rotten good person. But judging by his attitude, it should be the possibility of the latter.

"It's fine. Anyway, they are looking for their own trouble, and I was kind enough to give them an afternoon off this afternoon, but they still have to find trouble for themselves. ”

Sergai pushed the blame off without a trace.

"No, no, it seems to me that they are all good people with a sense of justice. That's why I apologize for donating 1 million to support Coro. This afternoon it was indeed us who were wrong. ”

What's going on......

Sergei asked himself that he had seen countless criminals, but none of them would have apologized so sincerely after committing a crime.

Could it be, a trap or something? Sergei's mind raced, hoping to see some clues, but he didn't expect anything.

It's no wonder, after all, it's just Dior's arbitrariness.

He was the kind of person who was upright, and he joined the Karumon Consortium because Lancet had a contract with them. If Dior insists that "he was not present when he signed the contract, the contract will be invalid", then Carrumen could only break the contract, and it was precisely because of Dior's character that he would resolutely join the Carrumen consortium.

"By the way, I would like to make dinner for all of you in the Support Division as a token of appreciation. After all, they were all too tired this afternoon. I'm going to start work tomorrow, so I'm afraid I don't have much time, so I'd like to make up for it a little bit in this way. ”

Dinner? What a strange idea.

There's got to be something going on. For example, I fell in love with our eldest lady or something.

Sergei nodded as if he was sure he had speculated.

Is it any wonder Sergei thinks so much, to make up for his mistakes, he has to cook? Is this some kind of strange fairy tale? For example, this young man who calls himself Dior is actually a crane or a conch or something? [If you don't understand this, please Baidu "Crane Reciprocation" and "Conch Girl"]

However, there is nothing that the support department can't see, and Sergei really hasn't eaten yet! Without even being polite, Sergei took him back.

I bought all kinds of luxurious materials in the supermarket, of course, Dior paid for it, and then followed Sergei into the support department with a mountain-like convenience bag, and sure enough, Dior carefully looked up and down the interior of the house, and it seemed that he was really spying on intelligence. Sergei shook his head, there were no secrets in this building.

There were no superweapon-equipped basements, no strange robots, and no secret bases of the strange organization - and of course the house itself could not be transformed - and he was not afraid of Dior seeing any secrets.

Dio, too, noticed his faux pas, smiled at Sergei, and turned to go into the kitchen.

The rest of the story is what Lloyd and the others saw before.