"Roller coaster, big ups and downs. Before being shaken to adapt, the first thing you need to ensure is that you don't get thrown out of the way, and you don't let the front of the car derail halfway. Ed looked at Carré lying on the ground with his eyes half-open, looked at young Carré, bent down and picked up the pistol he had dropped on the ground. Marcy gives him a pistol to protect himself just in case.

On the other side, Nisse blinked at the sudden turn of the scene before him, and looked at Marcy's pistol in the middle of his desk. Then, a slender, dark-skinned hand slapped on it.

As soon as Nissa looked up, Marcy glanced at him obliquely, and put the gun away with a blank expression.

"What are you thinking, Mr. Nisayi?" The female detective looked at him and asked casually.

Nissa pursed the corners of her lips and shrugged. "I was thinking that I might have to meet up with some old friends I hadn't seen in a long time."

"You seem to accept your fate."

"Accept?"

The mustache laughed loudly, then let out a long breath and stood up from his seat with a slap on the armrest. He looked calmly and with a smile in his eyes at the two guests in the study.

"If you still don't know the rules of our world," he said softly, "then you're in the wrong business." ”

……

Just like Marcy had complained about Carré before, Director Wayne was a fat man, very fat, and his head could look bigger than a roller when angled properly. He sat on the chair behind the desk, his huge body was like a small mountain, with a full sense of oppression, holding a thick report in both hands, looking at it with ten lines at a glance, his face was serious and serious, and his eyes were moving, like two little squirrels in a hamster ball.

Marcy sat in the guest seat, on the other side of the table, opposite her boss. She rested one leg on the other, her hands folded on her knees, her face expressionless. She watched Wayne read her report, and in a trance she felt as if she had heard something moaning, coming from under Wayne's ass for a while.

Eventually, Wayne put down the report and took a deep breath, his massive body seemed to get bigger. He looked up at Marcy through his desk, his eyes feeling like a rugby field away.

"So," he said in a calm voice, "this 'Carré Upton' is the one you're looking for, and he hasn't really had any actual struggles with the black marketeer Nisayi, is he?" ”

"Yes." Marcy nodded, concise and to the point, very saving her own saliva.

"It has to be said that it is a seriously unrefined decision to take an adventure with a well-deserved nobleman's favorite souvenir."

"Are you going to punish me for that?" Marcy sneered, twitching the corners of her mouth.

"You know I don't have that qualification, that's not my gun." Wayne rolled his eyes and snorted, then returned his gaze to Marcy's report, "So this Carré is going to let it go - tell me what this private investigator named Ed is all about." ”

"What's going on with him, Director—I think I've made it very clear in my report."

"Yes, but there is something I don't understand." Wayne's eyes raised, "He and Nina, the daughter of Nisa, and the things between them and you, all sound like a bit too much of a coincidence, too incredible." ”

"Do you mean I'm lying?"

"I'm just saying it's bizarre and unbelievable." Wayne smiled, and a hint of cunning suddenly appeared in his small eyes, "And this kind of fact that is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, simply recording it is already the limit." ”

"Innocent ......" Marcy raised her eyebrows, "you mean, he won't have a bonus?" ”

Generally speaking, in the case of Ed, there is definitely a big reward for helping the detectives catch wanted felons. Marcy really couldn't believe that the fat pig in front of her would slam the door to such an extent.

Wayne didn't speak, and looked at Marcy silently. Marcy stood up angrily.

"If nothing else," she said coldly, "I'll go first." I think I have enough reason to take a good break. ”

"Oh, you do, dear."

“…… I hate you, Wayne. ”

Marcy glared at the fat director viciously, and the fat director smiled indifferently, watching Marcy's back as he walked out of the office, took out the humidor and lit himself a small gray cigar.

Out of politeness, he was embarrassed to smoke when the lady was there just now.

……

Ed sat in the passenger seat, with a cigarette in his mouth, and read the newspaper boredly.

The car was still Carré's, but no one was visible in the car except Ed. Marcy was still in the innings and didn't come out, while Carré was tied up and left in the trunk. Marcy's betrayal of his old classmates is very sad on the one hand, and hateful on the other hand, just to make him suffer at his own hands. Of course, that wasn't enough to relieve Marcy's hatred, but she knew someone would discipline this disappointed for her, and probably more effectively than she did.

Seeing Marcy come out of the police station hall, Ed tilted his head, took the last two puffs, and tossed the cigarette butt out the window, folding the newspaper and putting it away. Marcy opened the door the next moment and pulled her face into the driver's seat without saying a word.

"Where are we going now?" Ed glanced at the puffing beauty.

"Uncle Upton's house. I promised him that he would help Carré out...... Originally, this was supposed to be a scene that Carré and I played together, but I didn't expect it to turn out to be true. Marcy sighed, feeling incredibly sarcastic.

"Think of the good thing - so that what you said to the old knight is not a lie." Ed comforted Marcy with a strange angle, but he also knew that the effect was definitely not very good.

"When this is over, it's all over."

"Yesterday after you made a record in the bureau, it was all over."

"Then why did you call me here today?"

"I ......"

Marcy opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. Obviously, Ed, who is new to the city and doesn't know much about all aspects of the city's system, never thought that he could get a bonus, and Marcy also knew this, and originally wanted to surprise Ed, but it turned out to make the fat director who slammed the door a big hole. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and slapped the steering wheel hard. Ed looked at her in surprise, not knowing what the hell the beauty was doing.

"That damn fat man, one day I'll squash his big nose with his desk!"

Marcy scratched the cat's paws in her heart, but it didn't help. Eventually, she lay on the steering wheel, rubbed her eyes in frustration, and tilted her head to look at Ed.

"Do you want carrot flowers?"

“…… Want. ”

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Ed still responded seriously to Marcy's nonsense with a stiff face. Marcy twitched the corners of her mouth, sat up straight, inserted the key and started the engine.

"Die!"