In Los Angeles, informants are a profession that signs contracts and non-disclosure agreements with police departments and risks their lives to get information in exchange for money, and the police reward informants for their information, and even pay them weekly salaries. At that point, the informant will become an indispensable tentacle in the police system, and these tentacles can penetrate into any dark side, as long as there is an organizational structure in that dark side.

Before owning the jurisdiction, he didn't think about the informant on the weekend, he felt that a patrol officer without a jurisdiction was like duckweed with no fixed place, and the informant would only increase the probability of conflict between him and other policemen, but now it is different, he has his own jurisdiction, and he has absolute control in the jurisdiction, and the informant has become a must.

He needed a pair of eyes to keep an eye on the whole precinct for him, and if he could, he needed more.

"Hey, what did the FBI say to you?"

In the police car, Chekov drove slowly around the precinct, ignoring the couples arguing on the street, bypassing the street and parking the car on the side of the road.

Call......

The sound of the Coke in Chekov's hand being sucked out rang out, and his mouth was still holding the tube in his mouth.

"What else can I say, Yak-yak-yak-f-u==c-king-yak (annoying like a duck)." After saying this, he turned his head to look at his new partner: "When the Ministry of Internal Affairs was looking for you, how did you deal with them?" ”

Chekov gave him a mysterious look at the weekend and said with a wicked smile, "Show-my-dick." ”

"Poof...... Hahahahaha. Weekend laughed at Chekov's words, and the gloom that had just accumulated on his face was swept away.

Based on what he had just said, he learned about the FBI's investigative process. At present, the FBI's on-site investigation and interpersonal relationship investigation have been completed. The available evidence has been characterized. As far as the evidence they have at the moment, it is still too difficult to move themselves, and the main reason why they dare to find themselves is probably ...... Their criminal psychology experts believe that the probability of a police officer escaping after committing a crime is very small, and every police officer will use his knowledge of criminal investigation to resist within the rules after becoming the subject of investigation, that is, they are not afraid of running away by themselves at this stage.

It's like a 2000 outbreak of a black police force in Los Angeles that reportedly involved more than 9,300 officers, each of whom was subjected to an 11-page questionnaire.

"What's next?"

In the course of thinking over the weekend. Chekov opened his mouth and asked.

"Haven't you ever been a patrolman?"

How can a patrol officer not know what to do when entering his jurisdiction? I was surprised by this over the weekend.

Chekov replied with some embarrassment and a little pride: "How do I know? After I retired from the army, I was sent to a juvenile delinquency center to wear a police uniform to watch over prisoners, and about a year later, I took off my police uniform and became an agent of the juvenile delinquency center and officially entered the police department. It made me almost think I was black. ”

"WOW (exclamation)~"

"Who can have the same good fortune as you?" The weekend explained as much as possible in the language that Chekov could understand: "We now have our own jurisdiction, in other words, this is our territory, deed, you have your own territory in the army, what will you do?" ”

"That's the score. If you climb up the ranks in the department little by little, you will have to clean up those who used to be hostile to you when you have just changed your ranks; If it's airborne. I have to tell who the prickly head is, and then I keep stuffing sugar into the mouths of the people who are courting me, and when the supporters are standing behind me, I will stuff into the prickly mouths one by one! ”

It's a metaphor that anyone would have thought on weekends when they say it, but when Chekov said it, he felt a little sick and even wondered if this guy had actually stuffed in someone's mouth.

Weekend nodded in affirmation of Chekov's approach: "Actually, these things are much the same, we will try our best to avoid any crime in our territory, stealing, selling contraband, and causing mental burden to the residents and homeless people are the objects of our attention, among these people, to those who obey us to stuff sugar, that is, to give an informant contract to protect their income, and then pick out some mortal enemies, and to establish our prestige in the jurisdiction." ”

"I like this." Chekov had a fierce countenance, as if he were a naturally bloodthirsty beast.

Weekend hurriedly stopped him and said: "No, Chekov, what I said is not what you think. ”

"Now we have to talk about some heart-to-heart words, do you know why you're doing this?" For the first time, he saw Chekov's wrung eyebrows, and knew that he had touched Chekov's scales, and if it weren't for the previous self-introduction, he would not have done it: "I'm not preaching to you, but I'm facing a villain called 'power' like you, this villain is like a little kid reflected on the wall in the sun, its existence does not depend on individual strength, even if the body is small enough for you to ignore, but his words can mobilize all the power of a party called 'state apparatus'." ”

"Have you forgotten how you were forced to put on a police uniform step by step by this shadow? Or have you forgotten what just happened, when I faced the FBI agent, there was a reliable and strong person around me who could beat him to the point where he even vomited the drink he drank at the bar last night, how did you persuade you to suppress your anger and talk patiently with the other person? ”

"Chekov, you're a hero, you're a dragon-slaying warrior who can be admired under the flash, you could have been as conspicuous as your bird of prey, why destroy yourself when you don't have the power to fight the shadows?"

Like, it's not a bad word......

Chekov showed an instinctive dislike when he listened to the theory of the 'shadow of power' over the weekend, and strangely enough, the language of the other party made the 'preaching and chicken soup for the soul' in the forbidden area seem like the words of a veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years, these words are straightforward and easy to understand, without applying various cases, and not mentioning the tragedy of any new star who was not long ago the attention of the police but was finally spurned.

These words of the weekend could slowly melt in Chekov's ears and become less hard, unlike the dogma of his father-in-law and his words.

Watching the expression on Chekov's face change slightly, he continued: "We have to find a reason to raise our fists at those outlaws, not let them complain about us with their injuries. ”

The main reason why Chekov was able to accept these words was that he was in the same position, he used words like "we" and "us" all the time on the weekend, and he used words to trap two people together, back to back, so that a reckless man could understand the meaning of 'collective, partner', and that a guy with a lot of force could understand that individual heroism would harm his closest companions, and that he should use words that he could understand, not to tell him what punishment would be given for his actions in violation of the articles of the police regulations. You're not only doing this to your own sake, but also to me,' which instantly splits two people into two individuals.

In this way, Chekov's resistance to pressure will not rebound against himself.

"Zhou, did you see that? Those little thugs look at us like they're looking at a waste without eggs, when will the thugs of this world declare war on real men? ”

Chekov did not resist, and he could hear it over the weekend, he was just unwilling.

A group of Latino thugs on the street, wearing hoodies, slacks, and tourist shoes, walked past the police car with tattooed bald heads, spat in the rearview mirror, and spat behind the police car, and responded on the weekend: "Don't worry, it won't be a few days, believe me, Chekov, and in a few days you will see them locked in the prisoner's cell with sad faces." I promise you. ”

"But you still haven't said what we're going to do next."

Weekend shrugged: "Los Angeles belongs to tourists and ordinary residents during the day, and gangsters and homeless people at night." Before we can deal with this bunch of guys, we need to look for a pair of eyes. Turning his head, he looked at Chekov in the police car and said, "Do you have time at night?" If you want to know your own jurisdiction, you can't see anything during the day, and at night, when you take off your police uniform, we're coming. ”

"I don't write a report." Chekov was the first to push away what he considered to be the hardest part.

"As it happens, I'm good at it."

The weekend added: "When we have an informant, it's time for these guys to get out of this area." (To be continued......)

PS: There must be a ...... tonight Certain...... And also...... Today