On the second floor of a $420,000 cottage, on the weekend, leaning on the couch and listening to "Hotel California" on an old-fashioned record player, with a coffee table with Mexican beer in front of you.

He waited for the time, and when he was only 10 minutes away from work, he would drive the Bmw to work, because he wanted to reduce the chance of being shot and killed on the streets of Montek. He has been like this for the past few days, not answering anyone's phone calls at night, spraying a few sips of wine on himself when he goes out during the day, and the answer to whoever asks him is 'hangover last night', otherwise, he should have been urged by the police station to the first scene after hearing the gunshots at home last night and have a fight with someone who may be a gangster.

This villa was left to him by his parents who had never met in the memory of the weekend, and the loan was to pay the inheritance tax, as for the car, he used the money and loan that his parents originally left him to pay part of the inheritance tax.

It's time.

On the weekend, when I saw the alarm clock on the coffee table ten minutes late, I buttoned my cowboy hat to my head, and then, after a few sips of beer, I sprayed some more on my body, and then turned around and went out.

It's not that he doesn't want to contribute on the weekend, it's that he doesn't feel a sense of belonging to the country at all, and he even has a feeling in his mind that 'if he dies in a street fight, even if he goes to enjoy the funeral, it will be a big loss', and he doesn't feel honored at all. When he walked out of the villa and got into the $50,000 BMW in the garage at the door, there was nothing left but a heart that wanted to make a living.

The Montek police are still busy, and when he parked his Bmw in the courtyard of the police station over the weekend, he already saw a lot of police officers waiting for departure by the police car at the gate.

"Hey, the big star who always comes out in the finale." A few days ago, I was chatting at the police station over the weekend about FucKristina's big-bellied cicada man and said hello warmly.

The weekend's response was a silent middle finger in the middle of the walk without looking back after getting off the bus.

Crunch.

Pushing open the door of the police station, you can feel the smoke and miasma here through the combination lock electronic door that enters the internal office area of the police station, and there are handcuffs in the corner of the weekend eyes, and when you meet someone, you can say: "Give me a mouthful, just take a mouthful." Addicts, motorbikes slamming windows against witnesses through the glass of the interrogation room, and Mexican** who has no shame at all and is quietly recording confessions.

It's a strange world, and it seems like the low-level criminals of the entire town of Montek will gather here, and the real big boss, the weekend has never seen in these days.

"Zhou, have you heard?"

As soon as he walked to his desk and sat down on the weekend, the retired veteran policeman Aiward leaned over: "What? He asked puzzled.

"Yesterday the FBI and Dea jointly issued a notice, and in an hour it will be airborne to Montek."

"If you're full, what's worth it for those big men to come? Do you want to hunt in the forests of Mexico? ”

"You really don't know? It is said that a large-scale drug shipment is going to be dismantled, Mexican goods. ”

Throwing his cowboy hat on his desk, Weekend hesitated for a moment before he spoke: "How could a Mexican be so careless as to let the news leak out?" ”

"Who knows."

If you want to talk about the history of gangsters in the United States, it is absolutely as chaotic as the five dynasties and ten kingdoms in China, from the famous Italian mafia family industry, to the Colombian drug lords, Spanish bullfighters, Russian invaders, Armenians, Mexicans, and if you add the gangs that rarely get out of Chinatown and Koreatown, it is enough to start a world war. However, since the decline of the Italian mafia family, the large-scale anti-drug campaign in the United States has made the Colombian drug lords feel that the profits and dangers are disproportionate, and the Spanish matadors and Russians and Armenians have frantically seized the ** market, and the drug market in the United States is almost dominated by Mexicans.

"I don't know the specifics, anyway, this time it must be that all employees cancel their vacations and cooperate with the FBI and Dea to complete the arrest task."

"Why didn't anyone tell me good news early in the morning?"

Shrugged his shoulders over the weekend, he reluctantly said that he was not at all interested in whether the crime rate in the country was rising or falling.

"Zhou, where's your partner? There's another qiē theft in Area C, you guys have to go over it. ”

Not all members cooperate with the FBI...... How did you get away with it?

Looking around, I didn't even find the black girls who were still fierce yesterday on the weekend, and said to myself: "Where is Christina?" ”

Aiward pointed to the director's office upstairs, "Please." ”

“whaT！” Weekend's eyes widened.

"Ever since she knew that there was going to be a big war, Christina went to the tyrant's office, and she wanted to be a hero."

At this moment, the door of the director's office on the second floor opened, and Christina muttered all the way down as if she had eaten gunpowder: "Jesus-chRIsT, everyone has to go out to cooperate with the FBI and Dea to arrest the Mexican drug lords, but I have to solve the damn theft, hey!" You missed the birth of a great hero! She shouted at everyone downstairs at the last sentence, but when she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at the director's office, where the door was not closed, and it was obvious that this sentence was addressed to the director who had the nickname 'tyrant'.

"You're crazy." On the weekend, Christina walked over when she went downstairs, took her by the arm and dragged her to the pantry, and said next to the coffee machine: "I heard that you took the initiative to invite Ying to participate in the joint anti-drug operation?" ”

"What's wrong with you?"

"What's the wrong with you!" "The Mexican drug dealer is not a thug who can punch you in the street, or a thief who will lie on the ground when you pull out a gun, but probably a madman with an mP5 and shooting at you, because he knows that if he is caught, he can spend his life in prison or be sentenced to death, and this is Texas." ”

“so－whaT？” Christina asked, glaring.

She was a little speechless on the weekend, she was a police officer, and there seemed to be no problem with dreaming of solving big cases and arresting big drug lords, and if this was in China, he would definitely want to participate in this operation, because once these drugs spread, it is not only the drug addicts who will be harmed, but their families will also be ruined. The problem is, this is not his country, and for the weekend, there is no sense of belonging to throwing blood for this land.

"Don't forget that you have two children, one is four years old, and the other is only seventeen months old, and your husband left you and the child six months ago and disappeared without a trace, do you want your children to lose their mother too?" He reluctantly found a reason, this is Christina's current situation, it seems that he can deal with the embarrassment in front of him, and it will not be reminiscent that he does not want to contribute to this land at all.

Christina stretched out her finger and was about to fight back fiercely, and the posture was put out, and even her index finger reached the side of the weekend's nose, but after brewing for a long time, she still couldn't refute it, because everything was true.

"You don't know what a dream is." Christina walked out of the pantry.

When he found himself unable to take off this police uniform at the weekend, there really didn't seem to be any reason to convince Christina, did he say 'I'm here to mess around, give me a chance, don't let me die where I don't deserve to die'?

After following Christina out of the police station and sitting in the patrol car, Weekend said, "The bureau told us to go to Zone C once, and there was another theft." ”

"Serial theft?"

"I don't know, it's not an election year anyway, serial crime isn't going to be elevated to a high level." In the United States, once the social phenomenon of the general election year will be magnified, especially serial crimes, and some politicians who run for parliament will use the guise of giving the people a pure land, but once they really take office, they all pout their butts to make political capital, and few of those parliamentarians have made great efforts to rectify public security and fight crime.

Christina started the car, and when she was about to hit the accelerator, she turned her head and glanced at the weekend and said, "Zhou, you seem to have said a few days ago that you have a way to get my informant to speak, right?" ”

"Hey, hey, listen, as long as the two of us solve this case, Drake will have no reason to refuse me to participate in this investigation, and as long as the two of us catch the drug dealer, you will no longer be a newcomer to training, maybe I can take off this police uniform and go to the commando." Christina got the idea for the weekend.

Pouting and not speaking on the weekend, Christina is obviously a woman who wants to be a hero and wants to go crazy, if according to her, she can not only go to the commando, maybe she can win the ** lottery by spending some money on the way from work.

The county patrol police do not deal with criminal offenses in the United States, and the ambitious Christina is tired of these sudden thefts, family disputes, and nuisance cases, and her purpose as a police officer is to become a crime buster, not to do these trivial things.

Hearing this, Weekend's head shook like a rattle: "Did I say that? Didn't you? "He hiding, strictly following the rules and precepts of cherishing life and staying away from drug dealers, maybe solve the current case, and as soon as the director is happy to really send both of them to the front line against drug dealers, it will be completely troublesome.

"You must have a way."

Christina drove out of the police station and headed for Zone C in Montejque, where she would look back at the weekend from time to time, and her heart would grow straight at the end of the week.

On the weekend, he is a person who messes around at the Montek police station, and when the internal investigation is over, he is determined to book a plane ticket to return home as soon as possible. Of course, if he can still be a policeman when he returns to China, he promises that he will not be this virtuous.

"Make a deal?"

Seeing that she was about to enter Zone C, Christina parked the police car on the side of the road and said seriously: "Do you want to know who put $5,000 into your account?" I have friends in the bank who can help with the investigation, and you know that if the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs are doing their job and are taking care of you, maybe you are already preparing for your son's wedding. ”

His eyes lit up over the weekend, and all he was waiting for was this moment: "Is the Ministry of Internal Affairs willing to accept illegal evidence?" ”

The county police do not have the authority to require the bank to hand over the remittance receipts, and once the county police officers who do not handle criminal cases and are not suddenly quiet produce evidence that only more senior police detectives have access to, this is not in accordance with the judicial process, and Simpson was acquitted because he spent a lot of money to hire a lawyer to find a place where the police did not comply with the judicial process.

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs may not accept illegal evidence, but they will accept anonymous reports from good citizens, and if someone can mail a letter reporting you to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, why can't someone mail them evidence of your innocence?"

"You help me, I'll help you, no worries, how about it?"