In the eyes of many people, Lawrence. Fisborne is a loser. www.biquge.info The biggest problem with the young police officer was that he was too upright to be in the league with his colleagues - although he neither intervened nor reported other police officers for collecting money, he never did.

Even so, it is difficult for corrupt police officers to see him as their own, but rather as an enemy. As a result, he has a very bad relationship with most of his colleagues, and basically has no friends in the police department, so there is almost no chance of promotion, and he often carries the blame for others.

And he doesn't have a wife, fiancée, or girlfriend. With no other grey or black source of funding, Fisborne's only monthly income is the police department's salary, which is not enough to even plug his teeth...... At least the vast majority of police officers felt that the money was not enough for them to stuff their teeth.

But the biggest problem isn't here. Fisborne's father died at an early age, leaving only his mother, two younger brothers, and three younger sisters in the family. So he had to send a part of his salary back home, and he could only live in a small rented apartment, living in difficulty, always looking poor.

Of course, a man like him could not have a wife, fiancée, or girlfriend - and even if he had, he would have been embraced by someone else.

"What a pathetic fellow." Qin Lang closed the information in his hand and shook his head. "He's a real failure."

"But he's a good guy with integrity." Yi Shui emphasized.

"Good people don't live long, and they are easy to water. If it's still the upright kind, then it's going to die faster. Patting Yi Shui on the shoulder, Qin Lang walked towards Claude, who was checking the room number in front. He had stopped at the door of a room.

"Is this it, Mr. Claude?"

"This is it, no doubt, boss." Claude was sure.

"Then knock on the door. We don't have a lot of time. Qin Lang nodded.

Claude reached out and knocked softly on the door. At first there was no movement, but then there was footsteps in the room, and then the door opened, and a young man with a languid look and hair disheveled like a chicken's coop, and his clothes unbuttoned, appeared in the doorway.

Seeing Qin Lang and Claude standing at the door, Lawrence. Fisborne was visibly stunned for a moment. "Who are you looking for?"

Lawrence. Officer Fisborne? Qin Lang smiled, like a cunning fox.

"I am. Who are you? ”

"Qin Lang, the owner of San Diego Umbrella Security Services." Qin Lang stretched out his hand, "I'm very happy to see you, Lawrence. Officer Fisborne. ”

But Faithburn did not shake his hand, but scanned back and forth between him and Claude with a wary gaze. "I'm sorry, I don't know you, sir."

"If you can allow us to go in and have a sincere and heartfelt conversation with you, we'll know each other, Officer Fisborn." Qin Lang asked politely, "Can you allow us to go in?" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid not, I don't think there's anything to talk about between us, sir." Fisborne bluntly refused, and began to close the door. The moment Qin Lang said "Umbrella Security Service Company", he had already concluded that his and Claude's purpose was to bribe him.

He wouldn't deal with people like them - not in the past, not now, and not in the future.

But now it is not he who is in control. Before the door closed, Claude had already pushed it back, and Qin Lang took a step forward and stood in the door frame. "I feel like there's a lot of things we can talk about between us, Officer Fisborn. For example, Edward Jr.'s tuition, and Christina's tonsillitis. ”

He was still smiling, but in Fisborne's eyes, the smile was like a demon's smile. But now, he couldn't find a reason to refuse Qin Lang at all. Edward's tuition and Christina's tonsillitis are both problems, and he is helpless.

It's just that he doesn't understand at all why this Chinese would know what happened in his home. He himself only learned about these things when he received a telegram from home this afternoon......

Could it be that someone else in the police station told him?

Maybe. But now was not the time to think—just now, two bodyguards had stood behind Claude. Even though he was very upright, Fisborne also knew that now he had to let Qin Lang and Claude in.

"Alright, you guys come in." He stepped out of the way, "But only two people can come in, I'm very small here." ”

"Of course, I know very well." Qin Lang walked into the room with Claude. Fisborne closed the door and walked briskly in front of them. "If there's something, let's talk about it."

He was in a hurry, but Qin Lang and Claude were not in a hurry. They looked at Lawrence slowly. Fisborne's nest. It's a tiny apartment with only one bathroom, a living room with a kitchen attached, and a bedroom. And the furnishings in the room are simple: bed, wardrobe, cupboards, table, and a few chairs, and then there is nothing left.

It's bad. Again, he made an assessment. But at least one thing about Fisborne was pretty good, the whole room was neat and clean, the only flaw was the hill of unwashed plates and cups in the sink.

Seeing Qin Lang and Claude's gaze focused on the pile of dirty plates, Fisborne felt very embarrassed. "The landlord turned off the running water in the room," he explained, "and I owe a month's rent." ”

"I can understand that." Qin Lang smiled, and then said, "Won't you invite us to sit down?" ”

"Of course...... You may be seated. "Fisburn is a little bit at a loss. He gestured to the chair next to the round table, then walked over and sat down, then stood up again. "You may be seated."

Glancing at each other and smiling again, Qin Lang and Claude stepped forward and sat down in front of him.

"Well," Fisborne urged, "what do you have to talk to me about?" ”

"In fact," Qin Lang said, "to put it simply, my company has set up a new department, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and needs to recruit some special personnel with the ability of reconnaissance, tracking, shooting, and intelligence analysis -- of course, the ideal is professionals who have worked in the intelligence department, but police and detectives are also my priorities, after all, this is the United States." ”

What he meant was that the United States of America did not have a decent intelligence service, that the FBI was not established until 1924, and that the CIA had to wait until 1947, and that he could not wait that long.

But Fisborne didn't understand, just like he didn't understand why Qin Lang chose him. "But why did you find me?"

"I've seen all of your files, Officer Fisborne." Qin Lang threw Fisborne's file on the table, "You are level-headed, talented, and upright, no matter how you look at it, you are a very good police officer." However, for some well-known reasons, your work is not going well, and you are neither rewarded nor promoted—"

"I beg your pardon, sir." Fisborne interrupted him. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to leave the police station."

"I think you will, Officer Fisborne." Qin Lang was sure, and he was definitely a little skeptical of his choice, "You chose to become a police officer because your father was an honest and excellent police officer, and you wanted to be like him." This is your ideal. But ideals don't always become reality, and I think you know that better than I do. ”

He took a long timeout to give Fisburne time to think about it, and then continued: "The reality is clear, you are ostracized in the police department, you have almost no future, and you can only live on a pittance salary. You're not married yet, and you don't know when you'll be able to get married. ”

Qin Lang stopped again and flipped through the documents. "You have your mother and five younger brothers and sisters at home, and you send them half of your salary every month. However, as time goes on, they will need to spend more and more money: education, health care, marriage...... Wait a minute. Do you think you have what it takes to keep going? ”

"Edward will be able to start working next year."

Of course, it does. But what decent job do you think a teenager who has just finished ninth grade can get, Officer Fisborne? Your brother can't find a good job and has to live a miserable life at the bottom of society for the rest of his life – and so will his son. ”

Fisborne said impatiently, "It's better than being a criminal." ”

"I doubt that, Officer Fisborne." Qin Lang shook his head, "When a person feels that he has become difficult to breathe under the heavy pressure of life, he only has two choices, either to be crushed to death, or to find an opportunity to get rid of it. And crime is always the quickest way. ”

He looked at his target, but Fisborne kept his head down and didn't speak, so he continued. "Now, I can offer you a chance to change all that. You don't have to do anything against the law to earn a much higher income than you do now, and you can afford to send your two brothers through high school, or even college, and make them the best people—"

"What you said is true?" Fisborne interrupted him again, "I don't need to do anything against the law?" ”

"Ministry of Internal Affairs. The main task of this department is to investigate all kinds of behaviors that harm the interests of the company in society and within the company, and nothing else. ”

Fisborne was a little tempted. After all, it's just the law that he's resisting, not making more money. But he had to think about it a little longer. "Please let me think about it, sir."

"No problem." Qin Lang stood up, "I'm temporarily living on the dock, the 'Agile' cargo ship, come to me when you figure it out." ”