"I might, know those drugs."

When he said this over the weekend, it was the third day after Angel opened the 'Eye in the Sky' for them, and in the course of three days, they had identified every landmark in the dark world.

Very few people in that gold shop went in to buy gold and silver jewelry, and the people who went in were secretly photographed with their mobile phones on the weekend, and all of them were able to find criminal records in the person's profile......

The employment agency was even more divine, and over the weekend checked the background of their agency, and found that every person who had an accident was in a company with Armenians as the boss, and all of these bosses denied that it was a mistake of operation, preferring to pay money with the insurance company to prove that the employee's work injury was due to professionalism, and that it was neither overtime nor drinking alcohol or drugs that violated the regulations before work......

The station-street-woman on the street does not need to be checked, I have seen it with my own eyes on the weekend, as well as those who steal petty and prepare to rob at the iron crossings of the city, and those who specialize in looting building materials at construction sites......

Three days, only three days, over the weekend, he recorded seven videos in civilian clothes, took 32 photos of Armenians, and even made a dark map out of the GPS navigation map in his car!

All this is evidence that he secretly photographed after changing into civilian clothes in the police car!

"Do you know those drugs?" Chekov sat on the couch in the room and asked angrily, because there was no most important Mexican on this map for the weekend, and they had a fight over it.

Under the light, a map was spread on the coffee table, and Chekov and Weekend were sitting on the sofa, and under the buttocks of the two of them were police uniforms, socks, and ** worn on the weekend. Chekov didn't think there was anything about it either. Lift your butt and sit. I didn't complain about a word of dirty or messy. It's just that he can't stand the flaws of his weekend work and can't understand why there are no Mexicans on this map.

To the weekend's relief, Chekov didn't say anything that hurt his partner's feelings, he scolded Weekend for being stupid like a pig and forgetting about the big fish, and he quarreled with him about it, and the Mexican had not yet determined whether it was really as Angel said, and there were not enough clues to corroborate that moment...... Chekov was already slapping the table with an angry 'snap, snap'. He almost roared and asked, 'Angel's words are 99% confirmed, why can't you be blind to that 1%?' I didn't even say, 'Do you want to take the credit for yourself?'"

Interestingly, the weekend really didn't see even the slightest suspicion of himself on Chekov's face.

"Not what you thought it would be, understand? This is a Mexican, this is a drug, and once it is involved with these things, you have to be very careful, even if you report it to the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Bureau, you have to come up with real evidence. ”

The weekend was told the truth, and the patrol officers dealt with big cases. Unless the big case is an emergency, it just so happens that the patrol officer is next to him at this time. Otherwise, it is called a passover.

Chekov, who glanced at the weekend, responded: "You don't want to check? ”

"How to check? Rushing into his house and searching all the way? Believe it or not, as long as he is not an illegal immigrant, he dares to use a gun and destroy both of us! ”

Weekend added: "When the time comes, we will both die in vain." Seeing that Chekov was about to stare at him, as if he wanted to prove that his force value would never let this operation go wrong, he asked another question over the weekend: "The more critical question is, what if we really want to investigate this case, what if we don't find drugs in this Mexican house?" I just got the chance to take the Los Angeles Police next year while on secondment, and you've been in the Western Bureau for a week...... It is not worth it to talk to Preston about the education of children in the jurisdiction, and to poke such a big basket, until you are not sure enough. ”

"I want my badge." Chekov did not hide his expectations, and his eyes shot with an irrepressible longing.

Who doesn't want that?

Weekend sighed silently in his heart and secretly said something that Chekov couldn't hear at all.

"By the way, how did you know about the drug-drug--product?" When Chekov saw that the atmosphere quickly changed from fiery to silent, he changed the subject and asked.

Weekend smiled: "I participated in a case when I was in Texas, and when the whole case was finally found out, it had clearly pointed to a - transport - drug - channel, which was snatched away by the FBI, until today, I don't know what direction the case finally found, and that group of big men will not report to me." ”

He smiled a little bitterly, the shadow formed by position and power not only pressed on Chekov, but also covered his head, this is not a story, there are many examples in reality.

"You'll look it up, and I'm sure you'll come up with a more secure way." Chekov put his hand on his shoulder and patted it gently.

Tick, tick, tick.

The phone rang suddenly, and the expression on Chekov's face changed as he pulled it out.

"Zhou, I'll go first."

Weekend looked at Chekov's face that was not quite right, and asked, "What happened?" ”

"The big man from the five-member team went to the Western Branch, and I have to pick him up."

“WHAT？？！！” Weekend was a little surprised: "WHY? You didn't do anything to make him lose face, how could it? "What's the difference between this and parents going to the teacher to get to know their child?

"He thought of me like a kid still in diapers. Zhou, call me after you have a plan for how to deal with that Mexican, I'll wait for your news. Chekov said helplessly.

Chekov was gone, and he looked at the door in a daze, it was hard for him to imagine how Chekov's life was going to be, and even harder to imagine what was about to happen tonight.

Dark clouds gathered over Los Angeles, and when he looked back out the window at the weekend attracted by a bolt of lightning, he seemed to think of the night in Montek, of that rainy night in the midst of lightning and thunder, and he had a bad feeling that he had lost his first partner that night.

……

"Hahahaha......"

There was a burst of laughter from the sheriff's office of the Western Precinct, and Preston sat down a little restrained as he sat across from a mature man in a suit, a man who had a great impact on his future and every word he said today, however, the man's son-in-law was now his policeman, a policeman who needed to worry about whether he would get into trouble at all times.

"Preston, to tell you the truth, I'm here today mainly to know how my son-in-law of the fighting nation is doing." Preston didn't speak, he knew he hadn't finished speaking.

The man seemed to appreciate Preston's observations, nodded slowly, and said, "I heard countless compliments about Chekov before he got into trouble, and you can't think of how outrageous those words were, but he still got into trouble." Preston, thank you for your coffee, for your humor, but today I want to hear the truth. ”

Preston was a little embarrassed, he had praised Chekov for about five minutes, from Chekov's various championship titles to the obvious attitude of reform after coming to the Western Bureau, and quietly left the other party with the impression of 'he is in a good way', but this little trick was seen through by the man at a glance, and he pierced it mercilessly.

"Uh~" Preston thought for a moment and said: "Chekov is a little arrogant, I only talked to him for ten minutes when he came to report, other than that, he didn't talk to anyone in the police department, except for his partner ......"

"Thank you, Preston, for the best compliment I've ever heard this year."

Preston looked at the other party with a visibly relieved expression, and then heard "I wish he could keep from getting into trouble, right?" ”

"Preston, can I ask you a favor for me? You are a person who knows how to interact with people, and you are also a person who knows how to solve crimes. I think you can teach Chekov how to get along with people instead of me, and also teach him how to solve crimes. If Chekov could have restrained his temper, he would be the partner that any detective would want, and having this guy by his side was obviously adding a body armor to himself.

Preston understands that the powerful LAPD boss sent Chekov to himself so that he could learn how to behave!

What did he take himself? One who only knows how to climb up...... Official? And not a policeman?

When, when, when.

"Please come in." Preston, who had just been caught in his deep dive when he was awakened by a knock on the door, shouted.

Chekov pushed the door open from the outside and walked in, and he just asked, "I heard you guys laughing just now, why are you talking so happily?" This is a very ordinary sentence, but in the ordinary.

"I want to ask Sheriff Preston to teach you how to solve the case."

"He agreed."

Polite, I want to be here on the weekend, and I can immediately hear that this is just to give Preston a face, a face that should have in front of his subordinates.

It's just that Chekov wants to prove himself too much, especially in front of his old father-in-law: "Actually, I have recently mastered some clues, and I am about to solve the case." ”

He just wanted to tell the man who had given him one last chance with red wine - Chekov was not a piece of waste.

These words are nothing to say individually or together, but then, when the results are produced, the matter is big.

"Really?"

"Preston didn't tell me that." The man straightened his suit and smiled at Preston, the atmosphere in the office was so good that even Preston was ready to accept praise from his superiors.

Chekov was about to show off the results of his recent busy work, so he dialed the weekend phone and said, "Zhou, can you send me those videos and photos?" ”

Click!

When lightning slid through the window, thunder exploded! (To be continued......)

PS: I found out after writing that I'm late again, sorry.