Mrs. Vivien soon leaves the Turnair Police Department, she doesn't like the place, there are "nasty" stuff flowing everywhere.

It's not that there's anything here that makes her feel disgusted, and it's impossible for anyone to dare to make indecent actions against her, the so-called "indecent" for her can be seen as a collection of a series of negative descriptions such as inappropriate, vulgar, ugly, and dirty. She was like spotless sacred silverware, clean and holy, but it was full of filth and nasty things.

Seeing Madame Vivien's car go away, Plando slumped in his chair with a dejected face, it was time to leave work, and a minute earlier he was humming a little song to change into civilian clothes and go to the bar to relax. But after a minute, he could only try not to let any swear words pop out of his mouth.

Hell, Turnaire City is small and nice, but no matter how small a city is, there will never be only three or five people, or thirty or fifty people. It's a city, not a kindergarten, and the devil knows what the guy depicted in the three portraits on the table is called and where he lives. And the slightly distorted lines...... Plando couldn't find the adjective, and he felt that if anyone could look like this, then they must all be the sons of the devil, and their mother would be the devil, because it was absolutely impossible for a person to look like this.

If someone else told him, he still had a chance to perfunctory, after all, he was a bureau chief, and there were many things, isn't it normal to hand over the commission to his subordinates to do it? Wait until the other party finds him again, and then push out a certain little police officer who doesn't like his eyes to carry the black pot, and the matter is almost solved - everyone is a smart person, and he shows that he is powerless in this way, and if the other party still wants to force him, it is deliberately finding fault.

Looking for a police chief's stubble?

Hehe......!

But Madame Vivien was different, neither her husband nor her own power and energy were perfunctory for him to be the chief of the district police in Plando. He dared to guarantee that if he could not find these three people in the short term, he would definitely be in big trouble! Trouble is not a thing that everyone likes, because trouble means loss.

It is possible to lose money, it is possible to lose a police hat, and it is possible to lose something else.

Just as Plando called the two officers to frown together, Xiun, who had just woken up, came down from the second floor yawning, rubbing his eyes moistened by the yawning as he went, and at the same time rubbing off the slightly dry and hard eye droppings.

It was a really comfortable night's sleep, and he was still intoxicated by the perfect sleep before, and it was definitely a pleasure to fall asleep in the sun!

As he was about to leave the police station, he was attracted by the light behind him. He hesitated for about 0.5 seconds, his original plan was to find a bar, and then find a more open girl, and come back to sleep together after playing all night. After 0.5 seconds, I don't know if it was a discovery of conscience or curiosity, he walked to the office of the police chief, which was supposed to be closed early.

The moment he pushed open the door, the corners of his mouth twitched, and Plando showed two police officers in their forties who were very familiar, but could not call their names, staring at the three portraits of him standing on the desk, the eyes of the three people were red, and there were a pile of cigarette butts on the ground, and there was still smoke.

"What's the matter?'s master's work?", his curiosity intensified, he couldn't help but make a sound, walked over, walked between the three people and the portrait, and after carefully reading it, he stretched out his little thumb and plucked his ears with his narrow and slender nails, "You have hired a new artist? If I were you, I would have told him to get out of here immediately, if it weren't for the fact that I knew these three moles, I wouldn't have known that this thing was painted with people!"

In the next second, Xiun only felt that he seemed to have grown at least two inches taller the moment he spoke, and he slapped his hands vigorously with Plando's hands that were tightly gripping his collar, "Put me down, there is something we can communicate, I just stole a few bottles of wine from you, you can't do this to me, right?!"

Plando was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the wine cabinet. His wine cabinet is shaped like an X-shaped fence made of wooden planks that can hold a total of 32 bottles of wine. Before Xiuen came, he remembered that every space in his wine cabinet had good wine from others, but now he ...... He counted, and there were eleven bottles left.

Why hasn't it been found before?

This damn guy!

When Plando was about to do something, his hands suddenly loosened, he picked up a portrait with three strawberry-like things on his face, put it in front of Xiun, and asked loudly, "Do you know this guy?!"

"Relax man, I'm just saying it casually...... What do you want to know, I promise I'll say anything, do you want to know the color of my panties?", Sean raised his hands with a flattering smile on his face, and the barrel of Plando's gun pressed against his chin, making him twist his neck uncomfortably, "By the way, you said this person? Of course I know him, he is Godol's subordinate, his name is Cord, in the eleven years he has been indicted six times, four of which were released in court due to lack of evidence, and two times he was forgiven by the defendant and the lawsuit was withdrawn. In the thirty-third document in the first drawer of the seventeenth cabinet in the archives that reads "The Godor Crime Group", there is a picture of this guy!"

Whether it was Plando or the two old police officers, they all looked at each other, but they were held to the jaw by a gun, was it necessary to do it to this extent?

Plando put away his pistol, tilted his head, and an old police officer immediately ran to the archives. He smiled and pointed to the wine cabinet, "It's all for you." ”

Xiuen originally had some complaints on his face, but the next second he suddenly became smiling, he showed Plando's shoulder affectionately, and patted him on the back fiercely, "Good brother, since you are so generous, I don't care about your previous rudeness." I'll store these things here first, and I'll drink them when I need them!", he said with a sudden tense face, "These are all mine, don't drink them secretly!"

With that, he patted his ass and staggered out of the office. If it weren't for Plando's knowledge of the guy's identity, he might have thought he was a gang member who had just been released from his cage.

Soon, the old police officer took Cord's file, and a photo of a guy with a bald forehead and a fierce face appeared in front of him.

Comparing the portrait sent by Madame Vivien, the corners of Plando's mouth twitched, even if a real person stood here and compared the portrait, I am afraid that this guy would not be associated with the portrait.

He slapped the table hard, "Let the police officer on duty go to this guy immediately, prepare another car, I'm going to see Godol!"