"If you can't do it, then give me back the name card, and I'll go to the warden and talk about it. Delier rolled his wrist palm upward, rolled his eyes, and slanted to the ceiling.

Prondor had already begun to curse in his heart, but his face still maintained the demeanor of his police chief, he opened the drawer, and pressed his hand on the name card, but did not take it out, "Even if I give it to you, you may not be able to meet the warden, you may not be able to meet those three people." ”

Delier is not an ignorant sissy who has just entered society, he sneered, still looking at the ceiling, "You can not give it to me, but I can go to Lady Vivien and ask for another one, and I will tell her everything that has happened to me here." I think maybe she'll be very upset!"

This sentence made Plando raise his arm, and he took the name card and put it on the table, but still did not hand it to Delier, he still needed to work harder, "I'm very sorry, I didn't know your name until now...... Okay, Delier...... I can give you back, but have you thought about how you are going to find the warden? Are you sure you know how to deal with the warden?"

"That's a savage, he's dangerous, he's rude. As...... In this way!", Plando's brain spun at high speed as when his wife found out about his affair, and if he was close to his head and put his ear to his scalp, he could even hear the crackling sound of his brain spinning, "I will take you and this name card with me, and go to the warden, and then I will persuade him to agree to your request, after all, your request is to take out anger on his territory with those who already belong to him, which is also an act of rudeness, do you think?"

The more he spoke, the smoother and smoother Plando's face grew, "You should have heard that the prisoners call the warden the king, so those prisoners are actually the king's people, so this matter needs to be communicated." I have some relationship with the warden, I should be able to get through him, and then you will have a chance to breathe this out!"

Deliel hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "But you have to hurry, I will go back to see Lady Vivien before five o'clock in the evening, it will definitely not be me who will delay my time." ”

"No problem!", Plando secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he handed the name card to Delier, and at the same time walked around from behind the table, "you sit down for a while, I'll arrange the work, and we'll go from the beginning in five minutes at most, in my police car." ”

Having achieved his goal, Delier did not want to make a fuss, so he sat quietly on the edge of the bar and poured a glass of wine to the warm hospitality of Plando.

This sat for almost ten minutes.

As soon as Plando left his office, he found an old police officer who was more familiar with him, and he did not dare to look for the young officer, because he knew that these young people who had just been transferred from the police academy or the army had a speechless sense of justice. Being a police officer requires a sense of justice, but it also depends on when, and a sense of justice at all times can only be bad.

"Did they send them away?", as the two reached the stairs on the first floor, Plando asked. The old constable nodded in response, and the company had been walking for about an hour, an answer that completely reassured Plando. From the police station to the district jail, you need to cross the entire city, leave the city and continue walking about 20 kilometers or so to reach the perimeter of the prison.

The speed of the escorted vehicle is not fast, it is not that the road is bad, nor that the car is bad, there is actually another gray rule in this. Sometimes some prisoners are escorted to the prison with relatives or friends or even gang superiors waiting on the side of the road. They will explain something to the prisoner, or soothe the prisoner's emotions, and in the process of violating the rules, they will also give some benefits to the police officer in charge of escorting.

Money is the most common, when it is less, it is twenty or thirty yuan, and when it is more, it is thirty or fifty yuan or even hundreds of yuan, in addition to cigarettes and alcohol. Escorting prisoners is a very oily job, so these police officers can drive as slowly as they can on the road, and they can't wait to drive for a year and a half.

Count the time, they should only get out of the city.

Plando immediately looked around, lowered his voice and instructed: "You go to Godor at once, tell him that things have changed a little, let him stop the escort car, and then beat those three guys so hard that at least people can't see their appearance, and you follow him." He patted the old police officer's shoulder hard, pressed the tiger's mouth on the back of the other party's neck and pinched it slightly, "Understand?"

The old policeman's face turned pale, and he nodded vigorously, "I understand, find Godor to beat those three guys beyond recognition, and I'll be with them." ”

"Very well!", said Plando without hesitation, "don't kill people, but make sure you can't see them as they are, and ask him to do it at once." When you're done, you go to the jail first, and if you see me, the police car is waiting outside. If you don't see my police car, let the escort car slow down a little more, do you understand?"

"Well, I understand, I can't be killed, I'll go to the prison first, I'll wait for you outside if you're there, and let the escort car stop if you're not there. The old constable changed slightly, but Plando did not object.

Plando let go of his hand, straightened the other party's collar, and swept the other party's shoulder, "There must be no mistakes in this matter, well done Godol's side will not lack your benefits, after a period of time when old Ander retires, you should be ready." ”

The old police officer is a spirit, Ander is the director of the substation, and there are a total of four substations in Turnaire City, although the power of the sub-bureau director is not necessarily high, but this is a leap forward. This means that one day he will have the opportunity to become the head of the district police department, and even if he can't, he will have a lot of power in the jurisdiction of the substation. Power often turns into financial power inexplicably, and for an old police officer like him, who has already stepped into middle age, he is only interested in money in addition to power.

Looking at the back of the old police officer running out, Plando breathed a sigh of relief. He hid in the archives, stared at the wall clock, and waited for about ten minutes, calculating that the old police officer should have contacted Godol before walking out of the archives.

He pushed open the door of the director's office with a smile, "Wait, aren't you? It's too busy, let's go now!"