The day dawned, and justice came with the light.

The television set in the conference room of the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Bureau was on, and Pablo was being interviewed in front of the media cameras in front of Berezov's home, surrounded by a dozen reporters with microphones, and behind him were a large number of drugs that had been seized from Berezov's home.

"Officer Pablo, may I ask if the drug hiding den that the police destroyed this time is the last time the authorities were left behind? Why did the first attack fail to achieve results, and the second time was very fruitful? ”

Journalists are so bad that they always want to get a completely different perspective from the public when anything comes, so that they can steer public opinion and make people think, 'Oh, that's how it is.'"

Unlike Matthew, Pablo is not a natural politician, and if Matthew were here, the first failure would have immediately become a 'police ploy', and that 'the police would rather suffer the humiliation of being the target of public criticism than paralyze the other side and complete this final blow'. But in Pablo's case, everything is not so utilitarian, and it is not even possible to see any wrists.

"Uh," Pablo said nervously in front of the camera, a flaw that hasn't been fixed despite the fact that he's also been interviewed by the media in a number of gang cases: "We lost last time." ”

He confessed!

"I have to say that this time the opponent of the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Bureau is more cunning, for the first time, we were unable to raise our heads by a flying machine, and something that we didn't expect to happen in front of us at all. For that, I apologize to everyone in Los Angeles. Pablo did not take credit and apologized directly, which made the media a little embarrassed to continue to ask whether what he said represented the incompetence of the police, and a kind of 'everyone will make mistakes' appeared in the hearts of every reporter. However, all of this stems from Pablo's sincerity. He doesn't fake and play tricks.

Pablo continued: "But after a short period of adjustment, we still found a breakthrough. Look at this pile of stuff behind me, Carridine, antidepressants、—— Ke-Ka-Yin——、 Kuaike、—— Hai-Luo-Yin——、—— Ice-Poison——、 2CB, 2CI, Hallucinogens, Mushrooms, MDMA...... It's like a drug supermarket, you can find anything that's trending in this pile, can you imagine? These things come from the underground processing plant on the back street. ”

"They attracted the attention of the police with the houses on this street and the gangsters who kept coming and going, but they dug a basement in a very quiet house on the back street to process the drugs, and they were so cunning that they would not even discharge the waste casually, but put it in wooden barrels in the middle of the night and transport it out of the city while it was dark, and finally buried it in the ground in the field."

"What's more. The guys also have a shipping line that forms an industrial chain in the city of Los Angeles, and they don't rely on smuggling drugs into the country from South America or Asia. ”

His frankness made the reporter quickly feel the professionalism of the anti-crime and anti-narcotics section of the police department, the police not only cracked the den of drug dealers after a failure, but also these guys who worked hard for the security of the city also thoroughly figured out the routine of drug traffickers.

"Officer Pablo, can you tell me how the police found out about this?"

The reporter's question gave Pablo the opportunity to buy people's hearts, he turned around and waved his hand at the group of people who were busy behind him, grabbed a big black man and said, "Everyone, please let me introduce you, this person's name is Nick." He can instantly recognize the graffiti logo and tattoos of any gang in the city, and without the need for a computer file, he can point out which of the people sitting on the street corner are the middle level of the gangs in the area, and which are the minions who have just joined the gang. ”

Pablo continued: "And they're busy. You can't imagine that any of them would be the first to know which shops had evil thoughts and started collecting stolen goods when business was sluggish. And then there was a bunch of girls who stopped cars on the streets for a sex trade, and my men were always looking out for the evil in the city and rushing to put it out as soon as possible. ”

"Of course, sometimes being too anxious will make us fail, and sometimes not being too careful will make us miss a few miscellaneous fish, but as long as we are at work, we don't plan to let go of any criminals, and in Los Angeles, no one wants to be a villain for the rest of their lives!"

Speaking of this, Pablo was a little excited, and at the same time remembered his plans for the weekend: "Journalists, here, I want to say a few words that have nothing to do with this case. At that moment, the busy detectives behind Pablo slowly gathered: "A few days ago, two of my men were retaliated against by the gangsters, one of them was forced to jump from a height and sprained his foot and sat in a wheelchair; The other one was shot twice and is still lying in the hospital......" Pablo slowly lowered his head, and a low atmosphere began to coalesce.

However, when Pablo raised his head again, he showed a resoluteness!

"Those who hurt my men, listen up!!"

"I'm not one of those restaurant owners who are kind enough to give you protection money and let you tease the waiters in my store, and if you move us, you won't even have to go out to buy a cup of coffee in the future****** be careful if someone is staring at you behind your butt!"

"You want to leave Los Angeles after you nearly killed two of my men?"

Nick led everyone to Pablo and said, "We will never agree!" ”

"You think this is the end of the matter after our hospitalization?"

The detectives no longer need anyone to lead, and their blood began to burn at this moment: "Why don't you die!" ”

"Listen up to the sons of a bitch, you're left with the only option!" Pablo gritted his teeth angrily and squeezed the phrase out between his teeth.

At that moment, a huge flame erupted behind him, burning everyone around him, and the group of detectives, led by Pablo, a rough man, shouted the closing words at the same time: "Wash your ass before going to prison!" ”

The last image that appeared on the TV was Pablo's unrelenting face after the detectives began to fade away, the angry, tenacious, and foul face that opened his mouth, but when the whole picture ended, and the news location host faced the camera and used all the detectives who had re-entered the working state as a set, the location host in the blue female professional dress said something that reassured the people.

"We can't expect the criminal psychologists on college campuses to hunt down criminals with guns, just as we can't control the foul-mouthed men of these officers when they get hurt, and this society needs people who uphold justice, whether they seem to be gentlemen or not, whether they can quote scriptures or not, as long as you have the slightest doubt that he will risk his life at the guns of criminals for the comfort of the most ordinary citizens, then, please allow these people to be with us at the Grammys, The star-studded stars at the Oscars are completely different, anyway, I think they're a bunch of respectable people, but not very cute. ”

At that time, sitting in a wheelchair on the weekend, wearing a suit with his elbows on the armrests, and sitting alone in the conference room of the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Bureau with his hands and fingers crossed, squinting and pretending to sleep, he was a little more moved when he listened to Pablo's declaration of war on the Mexicans, listened to this unruly man stand up for himself and Chekov in a rude way, and knew that after the news was broadcast, there must have been some ironclad problems that popped up the quality of the police force in charge.

"Mexicans, I'm coming."

The sunlight shone through the window on the conference room of the Anti-Crime and Drug Enforcement Division in the early morning in Los Angeles, and as the light reflected on the weekend's face through the refraction of the glass, he slowly opened his eyes to meet the sun. (To be continued.) )