"Yes, yes!"

Mayor's office.

The teacup on the ground was torn apart.

The not-so-cheap carpet was sprinkled with a brown coffee stain.

A little old hair scratched his hair like crazy, walking back and forth.

The phone on the table was lit up, and the FBI notification text message was displayed on it.

"There has been a very large murder in the back mountain of Zigui Town, and all activities in the back mountain are hereby notified to be cancelled, and the police in your town are requested to close the mountain immediately to wait for cooperation with the FBI action."

"Hahahaha!" The old mayor let out an indecipherable laugh.

It's like a group of little kids getting lost in a black-lit cemetery on Halloween, and hearing the owl cry.

Outside, Kerry stood outside his office, not knowing whether to enter or not.

In September, Kerry trained a group of rookie police officers with little success.

After all, a group of mansions have long been hollowed out of their bodies by all kinds of information on the Internet.

Including but not limited to a small New York rich in countless styles of small specialties.

So Kerry tactfully told the chief that the current strength of the police department may not be able to beat the old lady who buys vegetables on the street.

The Director readily approved the proposal for recruitment via the Internet.

After all, the strength of this class of police officers is worrying, and all the aspirants have gone to the big city to shoot and defend their freedom.

As for why Kerry came to the old mayor?

Because today is the day of the interview.

No matter where in Eagle Sauce or not.

The way of life must be tactful.

The previous police officer who would come was in charge of interviewing people, and told Kerry that there were so many interviewers that they could basically fill two large classrooms.

That is, there are more than 100 people.

Although Lao Mei is a country full of mental illness, although there will be a serial murderer for every 100 people, and although the crime rate ranks first in the world, there are still normal people, although there are not many.

Many of these candidates want to get a decent job.

In fact, the monthly salary of a police officer in Fox Town can only sustain itself, after all, the town is poor from top to bottom.

But the shrewd Kerry came up with a policy of working for thirty years to get you a suite.

And you can move in with your bag when you go to work, and you are not bullied.

So many people died in the last fallen angel incident, and there were a lot of empty rooms that no one claimed, and they were empty anyway, just to use the recruitment strength of the police officers who could get by.

Kerry felt that everything needed to be flexible, using all the resources at his disposal in exchange for what he wanted.

Everyone knows this method, but Kerry feels that he should give it his own name: Kerry's Code of Conduct, Article 1.

"Da-da-da-da." Kerry raised his hand and tapped lightly on the door.

"Ahem, Mayor Mare, it's me."

Kerry's voice rang out from outside the door.

The sound of falling objects in the room stopped for a moment.

Moments later, a figure pushed open the office door.

The white-haired old mayor smiled kindly, "It's Kerry, what's the matter?" ”

As he spoke, he gently closed the office door behind him.

Although his movements were fast, Kerry, whose eyes could keep up with Alice's legs and instantly capture the amorous scene, still saw the messy scene in the house.

It seems that the old mayor's heart is far from being as calm as it seems.

In fact, if you think about it, as the mayor of a town, there have been one broken incident after another recently, and a set of combination punches has made the old mayor on the verge of collapse.

First there was a homicide, then the collective death of the town's residents, and then a large number of unclaimed bodies were found in the back mountains.

Kerry puts himself in the shoes of the old mayor, and if these things happen to him, he may also feel a sense of collapse inside.

"That's right, because we've recruited a new batch of interviewers, so I need you to go and see it together." Kerry laughed and scratched his head.

"Interview, okay! Let's go now! The old mayor's eyes lit up, and as soon as he heard the interview, he corrected his appearance, and took the lead downstairs with great interest.

As for the FBI or something, Fack TMD, a leisurely day is a day, I'm old, what do you like, these things don't count as things after you look at it.

"I heard that FBI chick came looking for you last time?"

In the police car, the old mayor's eyes lit up with gossip flames.

"Ah, it's a celebration of my new book selling, ordinary friends." Kerry shook his head, indicating that there was no such thing.

"Haha, it's just that ordinary friends don't come to Washington from New York to find you, I can't guarantee that she likes you, but I can be sure that she definitely has a good sense of you." The old mayor squeezed his eyebrows, while saying that he also had many confidants when he was suave, and he understood women's minds.

Kerry glanced silently in the rearview mirror at the old mayor's now sparse hair, unable to connect the old mayor with the merry man.

"Maybe, we're here." Kerry slammed on the brakes, and the police car stopped steadily on the side of the road.

The two got out of the car.

On the right is a two-story villa with a large area of land, surrounded by a large open space fenced with iron fences.

"Well, this is the yard of the rich Mr. Calles."

The old mayor squinted slightly, Calais was a bad old man, who made a lot of money and hurt a lot of people by doing border business when he was young.

But everyone has a time when they are old, and when Mr. Calais is old, he chooses to wash his hands in a golden basin and return to his hometown.

Though he has harmed batch after batch of people and plunged them into the abyss of misery.

However, the sky is a good reincarnation, and the last time Mr. Calais happened to come back from the city to watch the dancing of the young ladies, but he was bitten by the humans infected by the black fog and lost his life by the black fog invasion.

And because of the peculiarity of his profession, although Mr. Calais was merciful everywhere, he did not dare to form his own family, so naturally no one came to inherit Mr. Calles's legacy.

Naturally, the property was acquired by the town, and later Kerry was asked to serve as an interview location.

I have to say that choosing this location as the interview location is a good effect, after all, this villa is splendid and atmospheric, and the first feeling is that it is not bad for money.

Kerry entered the villa with the old mayor.

Not far ahead, on the lawn, stood five rows of stern-looking guys with their hands behind their backs and legs slightly apart.

Among them were a few large men with strong physiques who looked like they had killed a cow with one punch.

"They're all there to be interviewed." Kerry briefed the old mayor on the situation.

Looking at this group of interviewers who were still strong and had a good look in their eyes, the old mayor nodded with satisfaction.

Hawkers, this is what an interviewer should look like, the kind of police officer who can't help but be able to be knocked down by an old lady's punch, it's better to be dismissed early.

"Mayor Mare!" Enthusiastic voices came from a flower bed not far away, and the town's police chief, dressed in casual clothes, popped out.

The three of them sat down in the gazebo.

"Report!" The alert police officer I had seen in the back mountain before ran over with a smoke: "The mayor, the chief, Detective Kerry, all the interviewers have arrived." ”

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