Liszt began to regret that he was open-mouthed, who would have thought that Harry would actually agree to his unreasonable request and promise to protect him 24 hours a day, the premise is not that Liszt will follow him wherever he goes, but on the contrary, wherever Harry goes, he Liszt will follow him, and Liszt will not leave until the end of the protection period.

"When does the term of protection end?" Liszt looked at Harry wistfully, hoping that the time limit would be as short as possible.

He just wanted to make trouble unreasonably and fool things over, although he knew that Harry was not easy to fool and he was just pretending, but who would think of putting himself in it.

"Until I think it's safe." Harry replied solemnly, amusing the young police officer next to him, who was the one who had "interrogated" Liszt with Harry.

"Shouldn't it be me, the employer, who decides when it's over?" Liszt made his last struggle.

"I'm sorry Mr. Liszt, but my employer is Tom Rowe, not you."

"Nonsense, I'm eighteen years old, and this is clearly something I just brought up, Tom doesn't even know, will you get your protection target to the interrogation room?" Liszt was so angry that he wanted to overturn the table.

"Oh, Tom will find out later, and he'll agree." Harry was still expressionless, but he couldn't hide the banter in his eyes.

"Nonsense, I don't agree."

"The objection is invalid, now I'm going back to sleep, you come with me."

"I'm not going to let you get away with it, you're forcing you." Liszt yelled.

"Then you can stay here, we're going to sleep at the police station for the next few days anyway." After speaking, he ignored Liszt's shouting, and left without looking back with the little police officer on the side, leaving Liszt alone, snapping, and closing the door to the outside world.

Liszt sat helplessly in his chair, what is this called, although he wants to enter the police station, he is not opposed to being a partner with Harry, a capable old handsome guy.

Although I don't know his combat effectiveness, but experience is definitely what Liszt needs, but why is it not like this, what is it now, completely placing his every move under the supervision of the police?

At least an opportunity to get along with your future colleagues.

After Liszt comforted himself, he got up and walked to the door, tried to twist the deadbolt, well, the door was not locked, and when he opened it, sure enough, all the officers who stayed in the police station to work overtime were lying on their desks, and the documents were printed out one by one.

Although computerized office has become widespread, most of these officers are clearly more comfortable with paper-based materials.

"Looks like we're going to have someone new joining."

"Boy, you have to be careful with Harry, don't be scared."

"Vincent, don't scare this kid away, watch out for Harry getting in trouble with you."

"Stupid guy just joined you, where is Harry, I'm going to settle accounts with him, he can't keep me in the police station."

"Haha......"

Liszt's aggrieved accusation received laughter from a group of police officers, and instead of laughing, on the contrary, after laughing, these police officers looked at Liszt's eyes more calmly.

Liszt didn't stay and continue to talk to them, these officers on duty still have work to do, they may have to work late tonight, Liszt went to Harry to confirm his authority.

Harry is an old man from the San Francisco Police Department, with sufficient qualifications and ability, but his temper is not liked, his personality is too straight, and his methods are too rough.

No policeman really strictly requires himself to abide by discipline when handling cases, as long as he wants to solve the case, he has to break some rules more or less, and he is responsible for restraining his hands and never trying to catch the prisoner, unless you want to catch a poor ghost.

If it weren't for Harry's straightforward disdain to cover up, and sometimes choke the mayor, not knowing how to "respect" those high-ranking officials and tycoons, Harry might have been the head of the branch bureau or a police superintendent by now.

In the police station, Harry is an outlier, and the "dirty work" that is difficult to handle is handed over to him to do, not many people want to be close to him, and no one will offend Harry, because they can't afford to offend Harry.

But it's okay to joke, and in an eventful time like now, you have to find a way to get along with Harry, and when you encounter a tricky situation, you can ask Harry for help with peace of mind.

The gangs are in chaos, they are brazenly attacking each other, and now there is a pervert who likes to shoot at the citizens.

For a while, it seemed that the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods who were hiding in San Francisco all came out to take a breath.

No one dares to guarantee that they will not encounter some strange incidents during their daily patrols.

It's no secret that Liszt was brought with him at Harry's own initiative, and it wasn't long after Harry came out of the interrogation room that the news spread.

As for what Liszt and Harry said about 24-hour protection and the like, no one believed it, and they preferred to believe that a new person was going to join the police department.

They themselves don't want to deal with Harry too much, they are worried about "ruining" their reputation, but they are worried that there will be a day when they will ask for help, so the existence of Liszt has become a medium for them to have a good relationship with Harry.

Although he just said some nonsense that was not nutritious, after all, everyone is not an acquaintance, and talking too much nonsense is the easiest way to get closer to the relationship between people, which is strange but effective.

As long as you want to have a good relationship with them, you can get involved, on the contrary, you can not talk to them, experience embarrassment, and then only have a working relationship with each other.

"Harry, can I follow you to the scene of the crime?"

"If you don't follow me, you're always at the scene of the crime."

"That's a coincidence, and I wonder why I'm so unlucky."

"You killed a man."

"That's because he wanted to kill me first, I just fought back in self-defense, he broke into my house, I have the right to kill him without any responsibility, and the FBI can provide proof of the correctness and legality of my actions."

"You are very skillful and courageous, did you have a habit of killing small animals when you were a child?"

"Harry, listen up, I'm not a pervert, I like dogs a lot."

"You have a grudge against the Japanese, and you will be retaliated against if your identity is exposed."

"Wouldn't it be better if it's the gangsters who have an enmity with me?"

"If you think about it, San Francisco isn't calm right now."

"If there is no danger, I can continue to stay in Fox, there is no need to stay in this city for so long, my love is still waiting for me in that beautiful town."

Harry scoffed at Liszt's sudden poetry, and it was better to call the police less romantic: "I just seconded you, whether you can stay in the San Francisco Police Department depends on your performance, including your academic qualifications, you are still only a trainee police officer." ”

"You'll be proud and glad you chose to make it right now if you can settle my official staffing now."

"That's impossible, you can graduate from high school first, and then go to the police academy for training."

"Okay, okay, it's this damn degree again, I'll get it, pray I won't get into Harvard, or you'll regret that there is one less detective in this world."

"That's the luck of the American people."

The next day, when Tom's house, Sidney and Chamberlain and the male lead arrived, they were surprised to find that it was an unknown white man who opened the door to them.

"Sorry, we may have gone wrong." Huang Chamberlain hurriedly said hello, and then left with the male and female leads.

"Are you looking for Liszt, please come in, he's just coming back from a run and is taking a shower." Liszt told Harry that someone would come to him, and when he knew that Liszt was actually preparing to make a movie, he didn't know what to say at all.

God, Tom has adopted a compatriot who likes to be whimsical, and that's not good news.

This was Harry's first reaction after knowing the news, Harry originally wanted to brutally make Liszt give up this unrealistic plan, but Liszt told him that the contract had been signed, and if he didn't shoot it, the tens of thousands of dollars he invested in advance would be wasted, and he would pay a lot of liquidated damages.

Harry didn't know how much it cost to make a movie, and he didn't know the difference between a DV movie and a traditional camera movie, but he had heard of the investment of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars advertised when watching movies before.

Therefore, the small cost in Liszt's mouth should be hundreds of thousands of dollars in his guess.

He didn't know if he would make a good movie at a cost that was far from other films, but if he didn't make it, he was doomed to lose money.

There was no way, I originally wanted Liszt to move to the police station to be with him, and by the way, it was convenient for him to watch this unlucky guy who couldn't stay idle, so he had to change his office location to Tom's house, the former crime scene.

Liszt came out of the shower and saw the three people who came in: "Hey, Miss Sidney, Kate, Lao Huang, you are early, Mr. Benjamin, he should be with you?"

"Benjamin has a new business and left San Francisco early in the morning, can we shoot Mr. Liszt?"

"Yes, that's a pity, I also want to introduce Benjamin to a business, I have found the psychic, this is Mr. Harry Callaghan, as long as he puts a wig on him and puts a layer on his belly, he is a very qualified psychic."

"Hey Liszt, then I should be a qualified old fellow and not a psychic." Harry was unhappy with Liszt's arbitrary arrangement of identities for him.

"No, no, no, the psychic in the script is what I described, so it's decided, but it's a pity that Mr. Benjamin can't earn your commission."

"Do you mean to pay me, then maybe I should think about it."

"No, you heard Callahan wrong, it was you who robbed Mr. Benjamin of the role, and your wages were all converted into room and board for these days."

"You can't be like this, this ugly capitalist shouldn't be on you, at least not at this age."

"The children of capitalists are capitalists from birth, and their faces are no better than mine, Mr. Callaghan.

If you have any doubts, please wait until I finish my breakfast, can I invite you to have a taste with you?"

"No, we've already had breakfast before we came, so let's get familiar with the script."

"I won't eat either, Liszt, the food of the capitalists is never free."

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"Hmm... This bun is so delicious... Whew, it smells so good!"