Becker Sr. did not have the political considerations of a bureau chief, or or, despite his long life and experience, the street trades he participated in were often so simple and crude and lacked art.

Thirty years ago, when he first became a police officer, the police department was much darker than the gangs now.

Becker squinted his eyes and looked up and down, the "spectacle frames" looking at each other leisurely. The director's attitude has already made him guess that this person's identity is not simple, and not leaving is equivalent to endorsement, judging that the black suit is not like after setting up a suit, the old policeman smiled, and his attitude changed greatly.

"This gentleman is right, I think there is definitely something wrong with Wang Hu! 100% spies sent by the country! The old policeman Becker said categorically.

"Well, good, I appreciate your judgment. And Baker? Can I call you Baker...... Do you think we should dig a little deeper along this line? Very well, since we have reached a consensus, then suspend your other work at hand, and I second, in the name of the Federal Agency for the Protection of the Constitution, to conduct an in-depth investigation of this case and give me a result as soon as possible. ”

"This is my business card, what do you think about calling me directly?" The black-suit agent smiled and handed over the business card.

Bureau for the Protection of the Constitution? Part 5 people? Old Beckel hesitated. You must know that the German police are a dual system, belonging to the confederation and the state, and he knows exactly how fierce the fight between the director and the deputy bureau is, and will he commit any taboos when he receives this business card?

Old Baker looked at the Director for some hints, but all he saw was the monitor and the Chief's fat body...... This pig!

“Schei?e！” The old policeman Becker scolded in his heart, he understood what the director meant - I don't know anything, you promised it yourself, and you will take the blame yourself if something goes wrong.

He knew he was involved in a deeper problem, but it was too late to regret it.

"Understood, I'll check it out as soon as possible." That's all old Becker can say.

"You should call me Sir now!" "Spectacle frames" sitting on the sofa, smiling and changing attitudes. "And that's not the work spirit I want, I hate being lazy, as soon as possible! Sooner to understand? The concept of time is different for the 5th and the police, our definition of the fastest is measured by the minute, and now I will give you two hours...... Do you understand? ”

“Schei?e！ Schei?e！ Old Becker scolded in his heart, why don't you eat for two hours! He knew that he had really accidentally gotten on the thief ship, and it was too late to jump now.

Two hours is not an "investigation" at all, it is clearly a "fake" time. But what could he do?

You can only straighten your waist and stomp your feet in salute.

"Do it, sir!"

However, at the same time as his feet naturally fell, for some reason, the sweeping robot in the office, which had long been shut down, suddenly slipped out from under the sofa and appeared in the position where he was about to land.

Old Becker, who didn't look down at all, stepped on the sweeping robot, and the sweeper turned around and fled, sliding with his body and falling backwards involuntarily.

Old Becker raised his hands and tried to balance his body, but he had lost his center of gravity.

So, bang~~!!

The back slammed into the cabinet behind him, and the expensive wooden doors slowly deformed in slow motion, the inlaid glass shattering, reflecting transparent light in the sunlight.

He even saw the director's pig poking its head out from behind the monitor at this moment, his expression surprised.

Fragments flew and a raised piece of wood stood up and stabbed at the place of the leather holster under his ribs, hitting the trigger.

Woo ————!!!

The gun with the safety was opened, and the fire exploded from under his ribs.

The bullet that flew out of the muzzle of the gun set off a wave of transparent air in the air, and after a fraction of a second, it accurately hit the chest and heart of the agent "glasses frame" on the sofa!

Blood stains leaked through the white shirt, and the expression of the "glasses frame" was stunned at first, and then angry! All ambitions, all ambitions, are all empty at this moment. He endured the weakness of being cut off from blood supply, and did not hesitate to draw his gun and shoot back!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The flames splattered, his fingers spasmed, and he emptied the magazine in one breath in front of him!

It wasn't until he saw old Becker lying in a pool of blood like rags that the "glasses frame" weakly let go of the pistol and collapsed on the sofa weakly, feeling that his consciousness was disappearing little by little.

As a highly trained agent, he knew he was hopeless the moment he was shot.

……

"Shooting! Gunshot! ”

Director Erwin screamed like a girl, and the gunshots rang out and crawled under his desk.

The fat body even pushed the pure wood desk up.

As a police officer, he was all too familiar with the sound of gunshots, and after hiding from it, his hand began to frantically press the alarm button under his desk!

Sharp bells rang wildly in the police station, the emergency plan was activated, several doors were immediately locked electronically, and the flashing red lights joined the roar, and the bureau was instantly chaotic!

Unknown from where the attack came from, the unarmed visitors were threatened by the police wielding guns, trembling on the ground, resigned to their fate.

The policemen pulled out their guns and hid behind cover, poking their heads out and looking around from time to time, looking for where the danger was coming from.

But there was a police officer who was frightened, but happened to be locked inside by the door that was urgently closed. His mind was probably blank, completely oblivious to any emergency regulations, and all that was left in his eyes was the locked door.

So he frantically slammed the door, "Let me out!" Please! Who's going to open the door for me! Shit, don't force me......" He pulled out his pistol and shot at the bulletproof door! Then he slowly fell down holding his legs...... The bounced stray catapult pierces the calf.

The gunfire sparked more confusion......

The so-called rigorous and strict emergency response mechanism was all out of order at this time. In a critical moment, who remembers the hundreds of entries...... Fifteen minutes later, when the anti-terrorist team felt that the situation was under control.

Twenty minutes later, an anti-terrorist squad armed with blast shields broke through the door and freed the police chief from under the heavy table.

"Guns, shots! The men of Department 5 told Old Becker to salute the Chief, and Old Becker shot ......" the Director shrieked in a ball, which was indeed a scene he had seen with his own eyes, but his words made the investigation mislead from the beginning.

"My stomach, let me out, I'm almost out of breath." Erwin staggered, being helped out by his men.

As the eyes shifted, he slipped a ball of camera-attached cables into one of the officer's pockets. The officer quietly left the office while everyone was busy, quickly disposing of the cables and camera equipment.

The scene also looked similar to what the director said—the black-suit agent collapsed on the couch clutching his chest, a large pool of blood on his chest. The agent held the gun in his right hand and hung low on the edge of the couch, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to be able to see the smoke of gunpowder.

The old policeman Becker collapsed on his back under the smashed cabinet, with his forehead in the middle and seven or eight bullet holes open in his body!

His gun fell to the ground, and the muzzle of the gun also reacted with gunsmoke. Apparently, he also fired. According to the scene, it was obvious that he fired the first shot - if the agent had fired first, he would have had no chance to return fire......

As for the culprit of all this, the robot vacuum?

I had already hid under the sofa and cleaned up the dust from the vibration of the sofa.

You humans are coming and going, what does it matter to me to clean?

I'm innocent, huh.

……

"Do you think the elder Becker is in menopause or is he holding back his anger because he is going to retire? If the other party wants him to call the chief, he will shoot directly? It's too rigid...... Just a salute. ”

"Heh, I still insist on my point of view, the cause of the incident was a misfire with a gun."

Old Becker had an outward-turning hole in his shirt and a holster, and the bullet from his pistol was found in the agent's chest. It is a very reasonable speculation that the cause was a firearm.

Lose your balance – fall – misfire – counterattack.

The dying agent angrily drew his gun, and the marksmanship was extremely accurate, and Old Baker was killed with one shot!

But who do you think is responsible?

However, this obvious speculation was suppressed from the start; On the contrary, it was the statement of the director Erwin, "old Becker has so much self-esteem that he has lost his mind", which is very loud.

Why?

Requesting support from superiors according to the terrorist attack, alarming the city government and the Constitution Protection Bureau, and even mobilizing the Mi army stationed in the suburbs, such a big incident is trying to cover up?

"Old Baker is experienced, he won't make this kind of mistake, could it be that the black pit SFP9 TR is not safe enough to ......"

"Heh, you'd better keep your point of view. For my friend's sake, I don't think I heard what you said. Otherwise, when the big arms dealer in HK comes to the door, no one will be able to protect you. ”

That's what happened, the Black Pit company is Germany's Lockheed Martin, and the guns they make must be awesome.

“…… You're right, Becker Sr. is suffering from retirement syndrome, and he is no longer mentally normal. I will apply for more psychiatrist positions in the bureau to provide psychological counseling to colleagues who are nearing retirement. ”

"Well, just report as you say."

……

Things seemed to happen at a point in the balance of wrestling, so the end went surprisingly well.

Personally, the director didn't want to expose himself to the fact that he had a camera in the director's office, after all, the size was also a scandal, so he was anxious to end the matter;

For the same reason, the deputy director didn't want to expose the fact that he was installing a camera in the director's office, and he was secretly pushing the boat.

Two people representing different factions who used to be-for-tat in the past, but they surprisingly agreed on this matter and formed a unified decision-making report within the bureau. I can't help but feel that the director and the deputy director still have the overall situation in mind.

The city government then put half of its mind at ease, and then only had to worry about the accountability of the Constitution Defense Bureau. As for the impossibility of not being held accountable, after all, they are a privileged department with great power, and an agent has died.

As a result, they also quietly agreed...... It's weird.

If something is abnormal, it will be a demon, but unfortunately there is no evidence.

In fact, the Constitutional Protection Bureau also had a bitter claim that they "accidentally" installed a surveillance camera on a certain sculpture, and this sculpture "happened" to appear on the desk of the district police chief, and everything was so wrong.

If an in-depth investigation is to be carried out, it is necessary to conduct a dismantling search of the entire director's office, and no one will be able to hide their ass.

So in order to avoid a political catastrophe, let's treat it as if it never happened at all.

All parties reached a tacit agreement.

In a corner that no one notices, a camera that was originally aimed at the busy crowd is now slowly turning to the other side...... It's like a person turns his head at something and stops paying attention.

*****

In the Constitutional Protection Bureau, the head of the Ministry 5, "Odin", who had been busy until late at night, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He looked at the night sky outside the window with one eye, his expression thoughtful.

After a few moments, call someone in.

"Help me find out what the agent who died at the police station in the afternoon was in charge of at the time."

In the darkness of the online world, Wang Hu, who was turning away, stopped and sighed in a low voice.

"Can't you be more stupid?"