First Arrival in America Chapter 33 'Clown' on a Rainy Night

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"Mr. Director, I'm the weekend, and we're currently chasing the killer of the police, and he may be going to attack Enrique soon...... yes, the hapless guy on the cusp...... We don't yet know where the killer is going to get Enrique, and I'll send you the address on your phone in a moment...... No, I don't need support, you can come. ￥f，.”

On the weekend, when he saw the car parked in front of Enrique's house, he quickly pulled out his mobile phone and made a call, and the first thing he did was to divide the work.

But this approach is very unreasonable in Lawrence's eyes, Lawrence doesn't care about the office politics on weekends, what he cares about is why he stared at the credit for a month and let his boss give it to his boss's boss in a blink of an eye.

"Zhou, there is only one person in Erkov, I don't think we need support, there are three of us, are you waiting for us to catch Erkov, are you calling Sù Matthew?"

Weekend raised his head, looked into the eyes of Lawrence, who was staring at him in the rearview mirror, smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, by doing this, your credit will only be greater." ”

On the weekend, I want to scold, 'Do you have poop in your head?' What kind of case is this? Murder of the police!

f has been holding on to this case for more than a year and hasn't solved it, and now that it's about to be solved, you still think about the credit? Then if you force yourself to find trouble with the homicide department, are you going to bear it?

Who doesn't want to take an extra medal on the celebratory duì of the police station after Christmas; Who doesn't want to be promoted to the rank of police officer in front of all the high-level officials of the sub-bureau?

But after that?!

Once tonight's case is done, f force is equivalent to just being swollen on the left side of his face by the weekend on Justin's matter, and now the right half of his face is also swollen, so I can't play with you? When the thunder falls, on whose heads? Of course you're okay Lawrence, but there's no one in the entire FBI who doesn't know the weekend.

Weekend is self-aware, with his qualifications, it is too difficult to confront the F force head-on, the only one in the police department who can stand up in front of the FBI is Matthew, and at the same time, Matthew is the only one standing behind him on the weekend. At this time, you don't feed the sweetness to the leader, and expect others to protect you in times of danger? Why!

Why is it all you, and if you are in trouble, someone will stand up for you?

Even if ******'s daughter marries you, look at whether anyone will treat you as a green onion after he leaves office!

Lawrence stopped talking. His partner reached out and poked him, all of which were in the eyes of the weekend, including Erkov, who was coming out of the car.

"Here we are."

A weekend remark made Lawrence and his partner look up out the car window in unison. At this moment, the door of Erkov's car just opened, and then a man in a suit got out of the car.

At that moment, the drizzle of the quiet street fell like a broken line, and as Erkov's figure slowly walked towards Enrique's car, the rain fell on him, and the figure appeared in front of the weekend's eyes as if through thousands of rain curtains, and it was extremely hazy.

"Uh~uh~"

A drunken Enrique also stepped out of the car, leaning against the door and swaying as if he couldn't stand at all. This alone made Elkov feel safe, because the current active officer had no combat effectiveness to speak of.

Phew.

In the drizzle, Enrique pouted and vomited before he could close the car door, and if he hadn't been quick with his hands, he might have twitched his face to the ground.

Filthy vomit spat out of Enrique's mouth, the tumbling sea in his stomach and the constant rapid flow of blood under the cerebral cortex had completely paralyzed his nervous system, and the well-trained officer didn't see the extra pair of leather shoes in front of him until he shook his head after vomiting!

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Enrique snorted uncomfortably, and when he slowly and forcefully tugged the car door to pull the upper self up, he saw a suit from the bottom up, and then ......

Swish!!!

A bolt of lightning passed overhead, and the beam flashed rapidly. The face was very clear in the night, it was a ...... Phew!

Enrique vomited again, this time not by the effect of the alcohol, but by the fact that he looked at the face under the lightning and felt sick to his stomach.

Thundered.

Thunder rolled in. The buildings around him and the ground beneath his feet seemed to shake, but the face, the drizzle of a man's face with smoky makeup, tanning, lipstick, and eyebrow line, was gradually melting, and Enrique had watched the raindrops fall on Erkov's face. The face that gradually changed was vomited, he felt that he must have seen it wrong, he must have hallucinated after getting drunk, how can there be such a person in this world who dresses up like this?

Erkov smiled, the rain was ruining his makeup, and as the raindrops on his face flowed down his cheeks, there would be very special marks on his face, and those marks made it look like a clown was locked in a wire fence, and those wires blocked a very small strip of his face, but at this time, the clown smiled.

Burst.

Erkov smiled and pulled out the needle, didn't ask anything on the rainy night, reached out and plunged between Enrique's neck, who was bending over and vomiting, and then, his hand holding the needle, began to push his thumb, and a small amount of liquid in the needle tube was quickly injected into Enrique's body under his rapid push.

Enrique didn't even have time to clean the vomit from his mouth, and the moment he looked up at Erkov in pain, he suddenly felt his limbs go sore, and he lost consciousness almost in a second, and he went limp like a marionette with a silk thread cut short, and at this moment, Erkov reached out and put his arm on his arm.

"What is he doing?"

Inside the car, Lawrence stared at Erkov and dragged Enrique into the trunk, thinking that this was the place to be transferred, but he didn't expect Erkov to come back again, standing there looking at the pile of vomit in a daze.

"Aftermath." "Erkov didn't want people to see vomit from the door of Enrique's house after discovering his body," explained the weekend. As long as the police have one less piece of evidence, he is safer. ”

"How did he take care of the aftermath?" While Lawrence was still asking, Erkov crouched down and stretched out his hands at the pile of vomit......

"It's---it's disgusting!"

Phew!

Lawrence and his partner were scolding and retching, and they were bored on the weekend, neither of them expected to meet such a thing.

When the hour was over, Erkov returned to the car, and at night, the car that had been smashed by Gaia grabbed its headlights and drove forward in the drizzle.

"Keep up."

At the same time, he dialed again: "Dylan?" Sue all my colleagues who are still in the police station to work overtime tonight. (To be continued.) )