At noon, the police car was parked in an alley in the precinct on the weekend, and they waited there with coffee without any energy, they had been waiting for four hours, Chekov had slept three times in four hours, and once he was yelling in his dreams, 'I'll kill you!' ’。

"Hmm~" Chekov stretched comfortably, and after opening his eyes, he was thirsty and drank the coffee in his hand over the weekend: "I thought about it again just now, and I still think that you shouldn't promise Angel." ”

Angel agreed to cooperate, after taking all the dollars in her weekend purse last night, but she made two demands, first, she would go to the bank to register an account, half of the money in the informant's contract would be withdrawn and half kept in the account, and the money in the account would be kept for her daughter; Second, ask her to see her daughter once in the near future, preferably at a fixed time in the future.

Both conditions were agreed to over the weekend, but the second was a bit harsh for Chekov.

"Zhou, after I got home, I checked Angel's file, she tried to steal the children in the foster family when she was addicted to drugs, and she was restricted by a court injunction, let alone let Angel see the little guy, she would be taken away by the police even if she was close to the little guy for 500 meters."

Weekend rubbed his eyes and said, "One kilometer, the information says that Angel's injunction cannot bring her within one kilometer of the foster family or any member of the foster family. ”

"So I think you said yes too quickly." Chekov didn't care about the distance from the weekend: "We can't fulfill her second request, are you going to lie to her?" ”

At that time, he turned his head to look at Chekov's eyes. Two dark circles hung on the eye sockets, but the words responded clearly: "I have my bottom line." Contract. Your partner can't trade lies for clues, and perhaps this is the only way to convince those who think they live in darkness that the light is still there. ”

"What then? Do I go to a foster home to snatch the child out? Chekov didn't really believe in the weekend, he did feel that it was an unfulfilled request.

"Hey, how hard do you think it would be for a patrol officer to convince Preston to have a cautionary child crime education for all the kids in our precinct? As long as you and I can convince Preston, as long as this propaganda police event gives Preston enough time to speak and enough reporters to interview them, you and I don't know Angel and her daughter's mother-daughter relationship and foster family relationship, this is a minor flaw, right? We're just two reckless patrolmen. Didn't investigate all the information about the informant? ”

Chekov glared at him under the barrage of weekends and said, "What do you have in your head?" How can you solve everything? ”

Weekend complained: "I can't solve the problem that the two of us are blind in our own jurisdiction." ”

When he was a criminal police officer in China, weekends were always the one with the most methods, investigating vehicle thefts, and he knew which auto repair shop to find could provide him with direction; After receiving a phone call, more than 20 hotel owners would tell him if there were groups of motorcyclists in the store; To investigate the homicide case, he can instantly find the aunt of the neighborhood committee to understand the community environment and interpersonal relationships......

Here?

On weekends, in addition to recognizing a few fast food restaurants, hospitals and banks in the area under their patrols, you will feel unfamiliar with the doorstep of every ordinary resident who gathers crowds.

This feeling made the weekend uncomfortable, and he knew that a police officer's control over the precinct was built up over time, but that energy was there and nothing could be said about it.

"Here we are." Chekov looked at the rearview mirror and said.

In the alley, a woman looked around as she ran. She looked very carefully, and saw that there was really no one around, so she opened the door of the police car. Followed by. She had just sat in the police car and immediately piled up the precinct, her whole body hidden behind the burly Chekov, as if there was no one in the back seat at all.

"I, I can really get the money, right?"

After looking at Angel's distrustful expression on anyone's face, Weekend said, "Of course. ”

Chekov took the contract from the front of the windshield: "This is an informant contract, there is a confidentiality clause on it......" and handed it over.

Angel didn't look at it, took the pen and took out the last page, opened the last page and signed directly: "My account will be given to you tomorrow." ”

Chekov looked at the weekend suspiciously, and the weekend explained: "It's a contract for us, and for her it's just a document for us to deal with." ”

"Say what you want." Angel didn't refute.

"I want to know what's worth paying attention to in our precinct, what's going to happen where we're not going to be able to eat and walk around, and what's going to be kicked out," Weekend asked. ”

"How big is your precinct?"

After briefly introducing the location of her precinct over the weekend, Angel thought for a moment: "In your precinct, most of the Armenians live in it, so you don't have to worry about large-scale firefights in your precinct. But pay more attention to the relationship between the precinct and the other street, the east side of which is inhabited by a group of Salvadorans, who are mortal enemies and can go to war for no reason. ”

Weekend, who started the car, turned around and said, "Speak slowly, tell us about each street." ”

Angel immediately refused: "You're going to put me in a police car like that?" ”

"And what do you want to do?" Chekov asked incomprehensibly.

Weekend took out his mobile phone and handed it over: "There is Chekov's phone on it, that is, the name is marked as ......" He glanced at Chekov and found that the other party pricked up his ears and whispered while listening: "! @#！ ￥@”

"What?" Angel asked, she really didn't hear clearly.

Weekend rolled his eyes and said, "Born brainless." ”

“What-the-fuc……”

Before Chekov got angry, Weekend immediately interjected: "For safety, you go first, I'll be there in five minutes, don't hang up the phone, and take a taxi back to this alley after that." "Over the weekend, he pulled out another $50 and handed it out.

Chekov glared at the weekend and said, "For her safety? You almost drove her around the precinct in a police car! Also, what's the deal with 'born brainless'? ”

"Don't be noisy, the phone is ringing clearly." When you forcibly divert the topic over the weekend. Only then did he take the initiative to take out the phone from Chekov's pocket. At this time. It happened that the phone rang, and after it was connected: "Turn right out of the alley, there is a gold point, the gold shop is an Armenian gang industry, specializing in the business of collecting stolen goods, those thugs will sell them after stealing and robbing gold jewelry at night, the price is only two layers of the original price, and some Armenian gang leaders who need gold jewelry will also come here to buy it." It is said that the gold is melted down and reshaped, but no one knows where they did it, and they have never been caught by the police anyway. ”

After the police car turned out of the alley, he saw a gold shop, and when he was on patrol yesterday, he was still asking himself on the weekend, what kind of person would open a gold shop in a wandering area with chaotic law and order, and now he finally understands that this is simply for the sake of chaos.

Five minutes later, another voice came from the phone: "Turn left down this street, there's an employment agency." The workers introduced here have a 10% chance of being injured and some will be disabled. Anyone who owes money to an Armenian and is unable to pay it back will become like this, yet the insurance that has been cheated back will go into the pockets of the Armenians. It's very professional, there are teams of lawyers, there are professional witnesses, there are video recordings, these things can turn what happened into a work injury, some Armenian businessmen who are about to change careers or leave Los Angeles will cooperate with them to cause work, as far as I know, the Commercial Crime Investigation Bureau of the police department has checked several times, but no one has been arrested. ”

On the weekend, he turned the phone to speakerphone and put it in the car, and Chekov was surprised to hear the introduction: "Why don't these people go to university?" Even if they drop out of school, they have a better future than they do in this industry, right? ”

"Shut up!"

Angel scolded suddenly, and then hung up the phone.

"She's under a lot of pressure right now, don't interject, don't turn Angel into a frightened bird." added over the weekend.

Ten minutes later, the phone came again, and Angel was like a living map of everything in the whole precinct, listening to it and watching it around the place, if it weren't for the recording on his phone, he was really worried that he would have forgotten something.

At the same time, I finally felt that I had opened my eyes on the weekend, although there were no big hidden drug dens and drug products manufacturing bases in this jurisdiction, but there were many thieves of chickens and dogs, some of them stole cars, some of them specialized in stealing women's bags for the exit of the city railway, and some of them specialized in stealing tires parked on the side of the road.

"See that ordinary house at the end of the street? There lived a man who had never worked again, who had never caused trouble on the street, but who had the goods in his hands, ice and poison. His goods are dirty......"

The phone was hung up, and when the police car turned to the street, the weekend saw the house and Angel who passed by in a taxi and a police car.

Chekov explained: "The dirty goods mean -- ice-poison -- and under special means they form relatively large crystals, and these things are the worst on the market, and addicts are not addicted to them, and they sell poorly." ”

I didn't believe Chekov on the weekend, according to Chekov, that kind of thing should be called 'impure goods', it's not that the goods are dirty, could it be that this is also black talk?

Turning around, Angel was waiting for her on the phone when she drove the police car back to the alley over the weekend: "If you need any special news, go look for me on the street last night, and find a taxi to pick me up when the time comes, you can wait somewhere else." She was so careful that she even thought of the contact information of both parties.

"What does it mean when the goods are dirty?" Weekend suddenly asked more.

"It's just very dirty, it looks like it's been picked up from a garbage heap, and once I saw that when the Mexican took the goods out, there was actually a pull tab of a can in the bag that was filled with goods." What she said was different from what Chekov said!

Weekend follow-up: "How's the quality?" ”

"It's better than what is common on the market."

"How do you know? According to you, this kind of person should have little to do with the Armenians, and the chances of you getting in touch will be low......"

Angel pulled open his clothes, and the originally very revealing clothes exposed the whole circle, on it, there was a complete cigarette scar, but the expression on his face was extremely angry: "He doesn't bulk goods, I don't know where the goods come from, when a ** is making money-drug-addiction-committed, he will agree to anyone's various perverted requests, do you want me to elaborate?" I can fucking explain it to you in detail all day, bastard! ”

She threw her phone over and yelled, "Don't look for me if you don't believe me!" This is the first time I've been telling the truth since I took drugs! "Leave. (To be continued......)