"Zhou, Daxter is going to San Antonio."

In the sun, police cars patrolled in the C area without rules at all, and on the weekend in the cool early morning weather, Christina's little woman was seen for the first time.

At this time, the skin color is no longer important, Christina's pure black skin is completely black and shiny, her smile is very gentle, and the bulging flesh on her cheekbones Although it is impossible to see the apple muscles in this life, after the melancholy is gone, people can still see the beauty of black people.

"Congratulations."

The weekend didn't get too long-winded, but asked directly, "Have you solved the economic problem?" Our salary is too small, if you take out a mortgage, I'm afraid that you will only be able to open OT (overtime) to pay off the debt in the future, but unfortunately, Montec does not have so many dignitaries and special witnesses in New York and Los Angeles who need to be protected, I really don't know how Derek will arrange your OT time after hearing about it. But you did what every parent would do. ”

“I’M－GOOD，RIGHT？” Christina asked with a pretty smile.

“BEST。” That's the answer for the weekend.

She smiled, and the whole person completely entered the realm of relaxation in the praise of the weekend, and it was really no different from usual.

It's just that everyone has a time when they focus on their inner world, and at this time, they will ignore the Qiē around them, just like the abnormalities that Christina reacted at all on the weekend because she was considering the case, which allowed her to get through the plateau; It's also like the Montek Police Department, when everyone is focused on solving the murder of the police chief's son, but they forget that the biggest trouble in Montek Town is not these perverts-killers, but the local gangs.

The day passed quickly, and this time, due to the focus of the weekend, he didn't even care about the pickled cucumber hot dog that Christina joked with him for lunch, which was sweet, salty, and sour......

When the police car returned to the police station at nightfall, he saw the commando bring back two different thugs out of the car on the weekend.

"Brian." Christina parked the car and poked her head out of the window and asked alertly, "Who are these guys?" ”

"Hey, Kerry." Brian was the commando who fell under the pomegranate skirt of the typist Kylie in Christina's mouth, and he shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "Just caught some ...... The improvised thugs of the gun dealers, these people are eating with Weibei, we are going to ask if we can identify anyone from the surveillance footage that we have in our possession, and the case will be solved, after all, there is a large bonus. ”

"Did you ask something? You're not going to wait until you're caught and interrogated, I know you. Christina dug deeper and deeper in her inquiry.

"Didn't get anything, these guys didn't sell .45 bullets with Webey, at least not this year, but there is a valuable piece of information, they said that Webey didn't have a silencer in his hand, and such a professional thing was in the underground market, only Hans had it."

Touch.

Weekend slapped the interior of the car in front of the window with his palm, and he felt that something was wrong, Hans was just a gun dealer, why would he shoot back when the police were arresting? Shooting at a police officer to resist arrest and running away when caught are two different things, this is what only drug dealers do, did Hans commit it? In addition, I looked at the arrest records of the other three gun dealers over the weekend, all three of them had different escapes, one of them stopped after the shot was fired, and the other was hit and injured by the police, and the one caught by the FBI did not report to the bureau, but there was no shooting at the police, otherwise the FBI people would definitely call to report the danger and tell the people at the Montek police station to be cautious.

After yesterday's events, Hans was determined to run away, which means that the most important clue was broken in his own hands.

"Kerry." Weekend interrupted Christina and whispered, "Do you have a well-informed informant in your hands?" ”

"Is the dead J counted?"

"Now is not the time for jokes."

"That's not the case."

After Christina answered, for the first time, she saw the hidden anger on Weekend: "Hey, it's not my fault that I can't catch a gun dealer who shoots at the police." ”

I didn't answer on the weekend, and when I got up and got out of the car to walk the distance, my mind was full of questions about Hans, where would Hans go? Is it possible to get it back? These questions are the key to solving the case.

An ordinary civilian followed the weekend into the police station, and followed him into the public office area when the electronic door inside the police station opened.

“SIR。” The black man in a gray T-shirt was tall, and he looked like a physical laborer in the low-end labor market.

I didn't care about this cry on the weekend, and the people who called the police in the past would be at the window service outside the electronic door at the entrance of the police station, and it was impossible to come here.

Jimmy Babs saw his commando come back with the two suspects and walked out of the office, just in time to meet the black man, and the black man said respectfully, "Officer, I need to talk to someone." ”

"I'm busy, if you call the police......" Jimmy's words were not finished, the black man broke out directly, he stretched out his index finger, poked the ground through the distance between his arm length and the ground, and shouted at everyone in the police station: "I-SAY! ”

"I'm--gotta talk to someone!"

Jimmy was stunned, everyone in the busy police station was stunned, and the loud, explosive roar seemed to explode directly from his throat under great pressure, and it was impossible not to pay attention to it.

"Do you want to report the crime?"

Jimmy Babs was yelled at and suddenly polite, everyone in this industry knows that in addition to those powerful people who dare to yell at the police so loudly, there are only those who are bullied at the bottom of society and have no way to find any outlet without accusing the police of incompetence, these two kinds of people are just the police can not afford to offend, especially the latter has the pity of the media and countless sources on the Internet as a strong backing, they can use a wave to control public opinion.

The black man became very depressed, and his lips trembled slightly when he lowered his head: "I know all the crimes by now, and if I had a police badge, I wouldn't have called the police at all." ”

A little confused, Jimmy Babs asked, "Sir, can you clearly express what you are trying to say?" ”

"I've lived in Montec all my life, in a small $170,000 house, and even though the price of a house in a wealthy area has risen to about 500,000, I don't feel like I'm not qualified to survive in this town. But I've been suppressing all my complaints all my life, and I don't want to continue to suppress them today, and I won't do the same. ”

His gaze became more and more condensed, as if Jimmy Babs was the greatest enemy of his life.

"I live in a black neighborhood, the lawn in front of me is full of leftover beer cans, every day on the side of the road you can see some drunken person vomiting vomit last night or early this morning, my seven-year-old daughter falls in her yard and throws disgusting pasta, and that's not even the garbage left over from our lunch." The more he spoke, the more angry he became: "In the past four years, my home has been burglarized seven times, seven times!" ”

"A man who supports his family by doing odd jobs and selling his body lì, with a strapped monthly salary, and even the house he lives in is the worst in the black neighborhood, and this kind of person has to be burglarized 7 times? And when you swept away the TT gang's theft gang, there wasn't a single item stolen from my house! In the past four years, there has not been a single police theft case in a black neighborhood that can make me talk about **, my wife is afraid to go out after 9 o'clock in the evening, my daughter has to be reminded to 'never go out' as long as she is close to the door at night, I actually heard gunshots twice during the day before yesterday and last night, who can tell me, do I live in Afghanistan??!! ”

"In the black quarter, you can see graffiti all over the walls, behind the night scenes, you can see people with tattoos all over their faces lingering in front of the bar, my shotgun in my house has to be loaded every moment to prevent any emergency, and I have to worry about whether my princess will take out a shotgun and shoot herself out of the game."

"The first thing everyone who grew up in a black neighborhood learned was to quickly duck when they heard a gunshot, and then we all went numb."

His voice weakened, and his whole person became a little listless: "What did I do wrong, why did God punish me like this?" ”

"Is this still a United States?"

"How do I remember saying in the news that we bombed a tent in Afghanistan with $2 million worth of missiles, and even the defective North-den knew that we could listen to phone calls from anywhere in the world...... Why doesn't anyone deal with the damn gangsters? ”

A muscular, well-built man whispered in a low voice that made people feel so worried that every word the man said pierced the policeman's heart: "I don't want my baby daughter to grow up, and the first responsibility of parents is to teach her how to get out of the haze of being raped by someone ---, and I don't want her first sex-education to secretly put a pregnancy--pregnancy-condom in her schoolbag when she is fourteen years old and begins to become more and more beautiful, and tell her that there is any man in this world who has a pistol. When the dagger forces him into a corner, he should calmly let the other party wear a condom to prevent infectious diseases, rather than lamenting his misfortune in pain. ”

"Is this still a United States?"

"Children rushed into the school with various weapons and slaughtered their friends; The father locks his daughter in the basement as a sex-slave; Hundreds of motorcycles fought on the streets of Texas' largest city, expending more than 1,000 rounds of ammunition, and even in our small town, two unlucky people were killed and then cut off their feet. ”

"Now, the whole black district knows that Evan Busdale is going to fight the Mexicans at any time...... What do you let us do once the fight starts? Buy steel plates to seal the windows to prevent stray bullets? That's why I have to buy so many steel plates! ”

"I ......," he said, pointing to his chest, "I'm past the age of worshipping gangsters, and I just want to live in poverty with my own hands, so please play God once, and satisfy me once, okay?" ”

Speechless......

PS: It must be explained very badly, the security of a border town is so critical that it is a bit exaggerated, and Quiet wrote this plot after looking for many cases.

The good news is that the foreshadowing is finally complete, and of course, the first volume is coming to an end, and finally, it seems to be the time for the quiet most annoying orgasm, this thing...... I'll try anyway.