The weekend of lying on the beach in Los Angeles was very pleasant, at this time he was wearing a Miami-style green palm shirt and a large orange pants leaning on a white beach lounger, a pair of eyes under the cover of sunglasses looking directly at the blanket lying on the blanket not far in front of him--naked--naked==sun-back girl, as if he could hear a very ==idiot-wrapped 'SIR, can you please help me wipe the sunscreen? 'The sound of the voice.

The hot picture came directly into my mind, at this time, Weekend reached out and took out a bottle of cold beer from the rented incubator next to the recliner, opened the cap with a 'bump', and poured the bottle directly into his mouth when the bottle was still bubbling white cool......

Belch~

After taking this sip of beer, the weekend shifted his gaze, and a beach volleyball game of all beautiful women was unfolding amid laughter, and his eyes were full of running, jumping and shaking...... Round.

On the beach in Los Angeles, as long as you wear colored glasses to block your vision and automatically ignore those old men with chest hair, you are really beautiful everywhere.

"Ignore me."

Wood walked back from the distant beach, her youngest daughter was playing with Selena on the beach, and when he heard Wood's voice and looked at the beach on the weekend, he happened to see a wave coming and washing the little girl directly into the sea, at that time, he smiled: "What's the matter?" ”

This is the fourth day of the weekend vacation, originally he did not plan to come to the beach, these days he just went to Hollywood, to see the Chinese to travel to the Walk of Fame and the celebrity wax museum, when he was about to take a day off, he was woken up early in the morning by a phone call from Wood, the reason was to invite him to participate in this family day.

It was only later over the weekend that I learned that the main reason I joined the family day was that Wood's car couldn't bring everyone in the family to the beach at once......

"Can you believe it? I inexplicably remembered that bastard Chekov on such an easy day! ”

"Since he came to the police station, those of us who have been working as police officers in the wandering area for more than ten years seem to have become rookies, and every day when we go to work, we can see his contemptuous eyes in the public office area...... Traffic reports, prisoner handovers, evidence filings, all these bullshit things have already kept us busy, so why put up with that nasty gaze? ”

Laughing on the weekend, a police detective who wears civilian clothes all day long is assigned to the substation to wear a police uniform, and it should be strange for him to look at others with the right eyes; This can also be said in reverse, after some police officers in police uniforms are accustomed to slandering those in civilian clothes in private as idiots, when such a guy is assigned to his side, no matter what kind of eyes he looks at the colleagues around him, it is estimated that it will not be a good look.

"Forget it, hasn't he done anything excessive." Weekend persuasion.

Wood was about to continue saying something, when he suddenly remembered, "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet, if it weren't for your help today, I might have had to send my family here twice." ”

"Don't talk about that."

Wood only said politely, and when he heard that he didn't care much about the weekend, he began to reach out and pat the sand stuck to his feet: "Anyway, if I were you, I would continue to ask for leave, believe me, Chekov definitely doesn't have the potential to be a good partner." ”

This kind of speculation is often not answered very much on the weekend, but leans out the beer bottle in his hand at Wood, and when Wood also reaches over with the wine bottle, and the two beer bottles 'ding' make a crisp sound, he pours himself another sip, not for alcohol, in order to relieve the embarrassment of not being able to speak.

Tick, tick, tick.

The weekend's phone rang at this moment, and when he picked up the phone next to the recliner and connected, "Zhou, Preston." ”

He gave Wood a code with his eyes: "SIR, WHAT'S THE MATTER, I'M ON VACATION." ”

"How's the rest, do you need psychological counseling?"

"Counseling?" Weekend looked into Wood's eyes and repeated the phrase.

"If you're feeling too stressed after shooting a gangster, we're not going to let you go back to work too quickly, and a period of psychotherapy will change that and help you get back in shape," Preston explains. ”

Wood looked at the weekend and nodded.

Weekend said with a smile: "I don't think it's necessary, I'm in a good mental state." ”

"Well, weekend, I'll give you good news, your partner has got it, and if you feel like you're in good shape, you can come back and take the vacation."

"Yes."

After saying this sentence on the weekend, the other party responded very officially: "Looking forward to your return." ”

"SIR, WAIT A MINUTE." Weekend stopped Preston, who was about to hang up the phone, and asked, "My gun was in the hands of the Homicide Section Knight, when the FBI took over the entire scene, I think the Knights should have left my gun to the FBI, without a gun, how can I patrol?" ”

Preston was suddenly stunned for a moment, and said to the phone: "Miguel, go to the evidence room to see if the gun from the weekend was sent back by the FBI people." ”

The weekend had been waiting, and he hoped to hear something on the phone.

"SIR, WHAT DO YOU CARE ABOUT THIS THING THAT'S BEEN COVERED IN FINGERPRINT POWDER AND HAS TRACES OF UNKNOWN LIQUID ON IT...... Called a gun? ”

When this sentence came down the microphone into the ears of the weekend, he suddenly raised his head in the state of bowing his head to answer the phone, which was a very interesting micro-expression...... It's like someone stepped on the tail.

"Zhou, your gun is back, but the FBI's forensic department doesn't seem to care much about our hygiene habits, you need to clean it up yourself."

WEEKEND BEGAN TO BECOME CAUTIOUS, ASKING, "SIR, CAN I TAKE THE GUN HOME AND CLEAN IT UP AT NIGHT?" I don't want to carry a dirty gun on patrol. ”

"No problem."

Preston hung up the phone, and at the same time Wood spoke: "Zhou, you should listen to me, at least rest for a while......"

"Wood, I'm sorry."

Wood was stunned, this kind of thing didn't seem to be so solemnly sorry.

"I have to go, now I have to go back to the bureau, the FBI guys got my gun all over the fingerprint powder, and I don't want to jam the pistol at a critical moment on patrol."

"I can understand." Wood nodded.

He got up and walked out on the beach on the weekend, and he now has very important things to do.

Driving, didn't go home to change clothes on the weekend, and went straight to the police station. Along the way, his mind was like a movie replay thinking about everything that happened on the rooftop of the Cecil Hotel, in fact, he had been thinking about everything that happened on the roof of the Cecil Hotel for the past three days, but he had ignored the two most important key points, one of which was irretrievable, and the other was the DNA on the pistol.

Since the FBI had tested his own gun, Adam's gun should have been tested as well, when this forensic report was on the desk of the FBI agents......

Dangerous!