At nine o'clock in the morning, when he sat alone in the police car on the side of the road on the weekend, the whole of Los Angeles was still in the humidity after the rain, and his mind was full of images from this morning's meeting of Chekov, which lingered, and the words that came out of the mouth of this fighting people rang in his ears again and again.

Chekov, dressed in a dirty police uniform, faced the weekend in the prisoner's cell and said, "What am I wrong? In this city of 18 million people with just over 10,000 policemen, some policemen risk their lives and crimes in the midst of bullets, and some policemen are as free as Vic and Wood. But both of them got up at the same time the next day, the good cops in their dazed and exhausted guns, put on body armor and repeated what they had done over and over again, and the bad cops still roamed every corner of the neighborhood in the darkness. ”

"Do you know why?"

"Because it's like sitting in the front row of a Las Vegas show and watching the world's best show from Cirque du Soleil, you — — you don't have to go to the cinema to see a blockbuster movie in 3D that Hollywood can't make!"

"What about the bad cops? They mingled with gangsters, prostitutes, and women, and raised their middle fingers at police officers like me and yelled, 'Stupid,!' Isn't it...... At the end of each month, you're paid about the same salary, and maybe those bastards are paid more than you for seniority. ”

"When we are trapped in our jobs, we experience the pain that our profession simply can't save the world, and we look at all the dark sides of this world. I know that women are raped - maybe just because they are beautiful. Men are killed simply because people who are short of money think they have money. But at this time, the bad cops around you are still coveting something. At that time, you----you-mom would have felt like I was in a good mood after taking out a few similar villains!! ”

Chekov spoke the worldview of most police officers, and the weekend that heard these words was like seeing a thunderbolt in a sunny day.

Although he didn't understand the results of the nearly week's investigation between the two of them to the credit of the police department, the weekend still felt that such a person must exist.

"Zhou, the Economic Crime Investigation Bureau of the Police Investigation Bureau arrived. Please go to the ** neighborhood to cooperate. ”

"Zhou, the Criminal Investigation Bureau is in the ** block, please cooperate."

"The Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Bureau is on its way to the gold shop and is preparing to investigate whether the gold shop is related to the gang, please ......"

On the weekend, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and said angrily: "I-he-mom-only one person, not even a police dog, how can you let me cooperate with the actions of the three departments?" ”

Touch.

He threw the walkie-talkie on the seat and drove the police car to the gold store, today was destined to be a busy day, and he was so busy that he didn't respond to the procedure of '** police officer is handling ** case' according to the process over the weekend.

A whole day. On the weekend, when I didn't even have a minute to spare, I ran three sites and went to a place a block away from the gold store to meet with the people in charge of monitoring the gold store. Following the Economic Crime Bureau to give a briefing near the Employment Agency, and then going to the subway exit to meet with the Crime Bureau, he eventually sorted all the information on his mobile phone and contributed the dark map.

On this day, except for the weekend in a hurry to ask for a hamburger and a glass of Coke at a fast food restaurant while driving around the city to eat, all that is left is work.

It was getting late, he took the police car to the police station, brought a bought dinner to the prisoner's detention cell, and watched Chekov, who had no psychological burden, gobbling up and saying the phrase 'bring me these things next time, remember to sprinkle more black pepper', a feeling that he had never felt before.

Chekov, this Russian brown bear, it seems, is a little cute.

Tick, tick, tick.

The weekend phone rang on the way from the police station to Chinatown, and when it was connected, the voice of Carl, a black man who rarely messed with him, came over: "Zhou, Carl. ”

"Seriously, I don't quite understand why I'm making this call, but I still think I should tell you. Preston made a decision, and when he came back from the General Bureau after you left, he would be like a resentful woman who had been ravaged and ravaged...... Let's sort out the material and prepare to prosecute Chekov. ”

"You must be joking with me." When I heard this sentence on the weekend, I almost rear-ended a car that stopped normally after changing the lights on the way home, and if it hadn't reacted in time to suffocate the BMW that was driving with a foot of brake, I am afraid that people would have stepped out of the car and came to him for compensation.

Karl's voice was a little low: "Do you think Chekov's father-in-law will still care about him?" Chekov almost made a fuss all over the Los Angeles Police Department to show up for him in the Western Branch, Preston was already under his father-in-law's care if he wasn't made to be an ordinary police officer, if no one stood up to carry this matter, do you think the Los Angeles media would let the authorities go? ”

"Carl, you're still at the police station, aren't you?"

I drove the car to the door of Chinatown on the weekend, parked the car and quickly rushed upstairs, which is a three-story building that lives on the top floor on the weekend.

"I'm getting ready to go home."

"Give me a minute and give Chekov the phone."

Karl paused, footsteps rang out, and he seemed to be looking for a place where no one was: "You asked me to give Chekov the phone at such a time?" Zhou, he's your partner, not mine, it's already ...... I can call you."

"When I owe you a favor, Carl, you've got to do me a favor."

Click.

Weekend opened the door of his house, and without even having time to close the door when he stepped in, he sat on the couch and began to look at the only clue in the jurisdiction that did not appear on the dark map, that is, all the information of the Mexican.

"Week."

When Chekov's voice came, Weekend said into the phone: "Listen, now you are not allowed to show anything on your face, everything I say next is important." ”

"Hmm."

Weekend asked as he flipped through the materials in his hand, "The Western Branch is going to sue you." ”

"You mean, they're going to send me to prison as a boss?" Chekov can still make jokes, which proves that he is in a good mood.

Of course, if this brown bear really goes to prison, as long as it is not beaten to death by the crowd, it must be the strongest person who deserves it.

"What would you like to eat tomorrow morning?" Asked over the weekend.

“WHAT？ Do you think the court will sentence me to death? ”

"Deed, tell me what you want to eat tomorrow morning, and then, I'll be a little busy these two days......"

Chekov didn't intend to let him finish his sentence at all, gasping and scolding on the phone: "YE? When a patrol officer told me that he was too busy to take care of his partner who was locked up in the same police station, I was really - he - - accident, Zhou, I never asked you to take care of me, remember? I understand that contacting me too often will get you in trouble, go ahead and get your hands dirty, I'll applaud you when I see you promoted and rich in prison, bastard! ”

I want to say something cryptic to Chekov...... It's really hard. (To be continued......)

PS: There's one of me who broke off, right? Not only did it not stop this time, but you can also continue to click on the next chapter if you read the book, don't believe it, you try.