Syllable.

In the night, a newspaper was thrown onto his desk by Drake, and Jimmy in his office picked it up and glanced at it, and in the light, the newspaper was clearly written with a huge headline - the case of the two corpses and legs has not been solved, and the town's police station has been questioned.

Jimmy Babs put the newspaper back on the table, rubbing his cheeks with his hands and whispering, "It's not fair." ”

Derek took off his blazer and put it on the back of his chair, sat down and responded, "yes, that's not fair." ”

"The two homicides have reduced our solving rate by 17 percent and increased our crime rate by 10.9 percent, which is four places lower than any small town in the vicinity of San Antonio." Derick leaned back in his chair and said: "There is no fairness or unfairness at this time, the top wants to solve the case, we and the FBI want murderers, and the media wants justice, do you think someone will speak for us at this time?" Who will stand up and sue everyone, the FBI file still has the 1980's metamorphosis = killing-person-case unsolved, they even have an investigation bureau that specializes in this type of 'cold case', and the most recent perverted murderer caught committed his first crime in 1991...... No one would do that. ”

"But this case is handled by the FBI in judicial proceedings, and they should not blame the Montek Police Department."

"Who cares?"

Derek pointed to his nose and said, "The police chief's son is dead, does anyone still care who is handling this case and whose responsibility it is?" The news report didn't even mention a single word about the FBI, but 'Drake's only child' was mentioned twenty-seven times. ”

"Do you think the citizens of the United States want justice? All they want is for someone to confess their guilt after the serious case, and they have completely forgotten that the so-called police chief is still the father of the deceased, the goddamn father, who should be sympathized. ”

The room suddenly fell silent, and the two people who were under the most pressure in the Montek police station could only complain, because they had to walk out of this office with confidence, but if people could see the virtue of these two people, who of the people under them still had the confidence to solve such a complicated case?

"Huh?"

Jimmy Babs pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and handed one over.

"At this time, you should bring me a big hemp." After taking the cigarette, Derek looked for a long time before he realized that he didn't have a lighter, as if he didn't remember ever quitting smoking.

"YE, WHEN THIS CASE IS SETTLED, I WILL DEFINITELY DEDUCT POINTS FOR YOU IN THE FUTURE CRACKED CASES OF TRAFFICKING IN HEMP." With that, he delivered the lighter to Derek.

Drake lit his cigarette and laughed and cursed, "You sweet-mouthed, damn bastard, I'll be killed by your nicotine sooner or later." ”

"By the way, those gunsellers ......"

Jimmy replied, "Only one is not caught, and the rest are in the prisoner's squeeze room, but all of them are ruled out." ”

"Including the one you didn't catch?"

Jimmy nodded, "Yes." ”

"Why?"

"Two of them had reasonable alibi evidence that had been confirmed, and the other was taken away by the FBI, and the information that came back was that this kid had never sold a .45 caliber gun, and the last one he didn't catch, and Patrol Officer Zhou picked up the satchel he had dropped during the escape, and there was no silencer in the bag at all. The silencer is a sought-after thing, citizens need to apply for it to buy it legally, and there is a clear photo on the form, and if the guy who was let go really had the channel to get this kind of thing, it would never be possible to get only one, so ...... The probability is too low. ”

"But we don't have any other clues, do we?"

The office fell silent again.

……

"Zhou, give me the keys to the police car." Christina, who had changed into casual clothes, walked to her desk for the weekend: "When I was chasing Hans today, I lost my car keys. ”

On the weekend, he handed over the car keys that had not yet been handed back, and said, "Do you have spare keys at home?" Otherwise, I'll send you back, at least you don't have to worry about some people making small reports. As he spoke, he glanced at the lights on the second floor.

"No, we don't live in the same direction, I went home and got the spare key and had to return the police car." Christina walked out of the police station with the key, and no one saw her let out a long breath as she walked out of the door with her usual demeanor.

"Week." Aiward shouted in the distance, holding a copy of the text.

“WHAT？” The weekend turned the chair in one direction.

Old Evaard asked, "Did the two reports you give me to the Director or to Jimmy?" How did I forget? ”

"Of course, Director, I'm not from the commando, what report do you give him?"

"Strange, what is he doing with your report?"

For a moment, Weekend looked up at the director's office on the second floor, and he felt the urge to give Jimmy a big mouth.

……

In the black area, when Christina drove the police car to stop in front of the house, she bent down in the police car and groped under the driver's seat, and after a while, she felt out of two stacks of bills.

It was Christina's most tangled afternoon since she became a police officer, and she didn't dare to look at the weekend's eyes all afternoon, for fear that she would be seen something.

No one can imagine what Christina went through this afternoon, and no one knows how many glances she looked out of the glass window of the police station that afternoon, and each glance was at the police car parked in the parking lot of the police station.

“MOM。”

Walked from the car to her door, and when she opened the door, Christina shouted.

In a familiar house, the mother was watching TV on the sofa: "You're back, just in time, can you take a day off tomorrow?" ”

"What's the matter?" Before Christina could tell her mother about the $20,000 in her bag, she heard a voice that she didn't know how to react: "Tomorrow, you're going to accompany me to the bank, and I've made an appointment." ”

“WHY？”

"I want to mortgage this house, Dast should go to San Antonio."

For a while, Christina no longer had any more quarrels with her mother, but just walked over, sat on the sofa and hugged her mother tightly: "MOM." ”

"Huh?" The old lady who was being held in her loose nightgown let out a questioning exclamation.

“I－love－you。”

The old lady joked: "If I knew that this sentence was so expensive, I would have started saving money since I was fourteen years old." ”

"Huh." Christina, who was amused, said: "I don't have to go to the bank tomorrow, I can handle the money." ”

……

In the church in the town's black quarter, a black Audi sedan slowly pulled up, and there was only one person in the car, a man who couldn't tell any Latino characteristics without looking closely.

The priest stood in front of the chapel, dressed in a black clergy attire, waiting quietly, and the moment the two men faced each other, the priest smiled, and the Latino man said something very amusing.

"Father, I think there was some misunderstanding between us."

Evan Busdell's smile was even brighter, from a smile to a grin, and if he could have seen it on the weekend, he would have understood why the average life expectancy of black people in the United States was so low, and these black people really couldn't look at him when they didn't laugh at night when you were driving.

"It must have been a misunderstanding." So said the priest.

"On behalf of Mr. Bertetu-Leyva...... to reconcile, if you can lower the conditions a bit. ”

The priest did not speak, but looked quietly at the less obvious Mexican, waiting for his next sentence.

"As a gesture of goodwill, I would like to give you a small gift, as far as we know, the Evan Group has never had a police station in the town of Montek to help you, you and the police department are not on an equal footing, and now, Mr. Bertetu-Leyva gives you an equal chance."

He took out his phone, and a moment later, the priest heard the ringing of his phone, and when the priest lifted his robe and took out the phone, a video appeared on the phone.

In the video, the policewoman picked up two stacks of dollars behind the house and stuffed them into her crotch, she completed this series of actions but crouched down in her inner struggle, and the recorder's whispered exclamation was heard on her mobile phone, 'WOW, if this video is uploaded to the Internet, the reputation of the police in the United States will be completely ruined', he speaks Spanish, not English.

The priest did not have a precious expression, on the contrary, the smile on his face was gradually retracted, and his mouth said: "I have felt your sincerity, and I am very grateful. ”

"Mr. Priest, our sincerity is not over yet, since you do not like the two neighborhoods of the city of San Antonio, then, we intend to convert these two neighborhoods into pure profits. We have an energy company in San Antonio, and we're going to give you a 5% stake, a written agreement, a contract, a lawyer's office, and an annual profit of up to $3 million. Our condition was that the priest should restrain all the blacks in the town of Montec according to the previous agreement, not to make trouble, not to cause trouble, not to sell drugs, and to occasionally engage in street fights and other petty tricks in order to paralyze the police. ”

"No problem."

The person who came smiled even more deeply: "Then, see you on the day of the signing." ”

"Bye." The priest didn't even say goodbye, and watched as the man returned to the car and left the black quarter.

Inside the church, Omar walked out, this time with an MP5 in his hand.

"Father, that's it, it's over?"

"This is just the beginning." "Tell all our men to be ready, to cheer up every day, to double their salaries and to be ready for war at any time," said the priest. ”

"Father ......" Omar did not understand.

The priest handed him the phone.

"This is, the white ghetto behind the black quarter."

"They've planted people right under my nose, and I finally understand why my boss, Best, who has been dead for decades, said before he died, 'The gangsters will never be able to negotiate a good negotiation because they are too greedy and no one is willing to give even a penny of what they can see,' and whoever let them share the profits will die."

The priest was so angry that he said, "We don't have anything to talk to with the Mexicans, they won't let us touch that drug line." It was my fault, I was so confident, confident enough to come up with a mention that would force Mexicans to kill me if I just said it. The priest pointed to the screen of his phone and said, "Kill him, kill the person in this house who is recording the video with his phone, no gunshots, no shouting, I want this person to disappear from the world." ”