“OK。”

He snapped his fingers to show that he understood.

I didn't expect to convince Ethan so easily, Fisher nodded, it seems that the strongest hammer in the 21st Bureau is still very reasonable.

"Sheriff Pratt."

Fisher looked in the other direction, shrugged his shoulders and said, "What you have to do now is to calm Roman's emotions. ”

"Also, get Officer Druka's understanding."

"As long as he drops the charge, it's still easy to resolve, isn't it?"

With that, he flicked his fingers.

Roman's Glock swirled around on the table.

Starting from his inner feelings, he is towards Roman, but sometimes sitting in this position, many things have to be considered, as a director, he first has to consider procedural issues.

If you don't make some punishments, you will learn from them in the future.

After a few words, Pratt was sent away.

The two sheriffs looked at each other and walked out of the reception room together.

Ethan tapped the handle of the gun and asked Pula curiously, "Do you think Roman will apologize?" ”

"No, it won't."

The sheriff shook her short hair, and said without thinking about it: "His temper is like granite, and he only recognizes what he thinks is right." ”

"Damn it."

She rubbed her head and walked towards the reception desk: "I'd better persuade him, otherwise he will be in trouble." ”

That headache looks, like a mother encountering a naughty child.

Ethan smiled dumbly and was about to go upstairs.

"Huh."

Around the corner, a soft cry sounded.

The little policewoman waved to herself, and Ethan walked over quickly.

"That bastard."

Burgess angrily buckled his belt: "I inquired, Druka is having breakfast at a nearby restaurant, I plan to go over and talk to him, are you free?" ”

"Wait a minute."

Looking at his watch, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm already late, and I need to take a turn to get the latest information on the case." ”

“OK。”

Burgess nodded hurriedly: "I'm waiting for you in the patrol car outside, No. 2177." ”

After speaking, she walked outside in a hurry.

Now that he has to move the backer out, he has been suspended after saving people, Burgess is holding back the fire in his belly, hoping that Ethan, who has always had a way, can solve the matter smoothly.

A minute later, Ethan slipped out the back door of the garage.

Cast two nets in a row, and now it's time to wait for the nets to be closed, so you don't have to guard in the office.

"Bump."

Find Patrol Car 2177 and bend down to get in.

Burgess frantically tapped the steering wheel, heard the door closing, immediately put the gear in gear, and the car flew out.

"Yo."

Ethan hurriedly pulled up his seat belt: "Don't be in such a hurry, isn't this Drucker from our bureau?" ”

People in the same sub-bureau generally don't make such an ugly scene.

"It's not."

Burgess shook his head and said angrily, "This man is too much, if it weren't for the fact that our little girl would be dead." ”

"That's right, it was a punch in him."

"But is there no need to force someone to suspend it, just like a little girl."

Ethan smiled and tinkered with the facilities in the car.

Typing curiously on the driving computer in front of him, the police facilities of the Chicago Police Department are much more high-end than those he used before, and he also typed Burgess's name curiously.

"Smack."

A slap came over next to her, and the little policewoman said angrily: "What records do you want to check on me?" ”

"That's right."

Seeing the other party's sleepy look, she asked with concern: "What did you do last night, you didn't look like you woke up, it's not usually like this." ”

"Ugh."

Ethan sighed and pinched his fingers solemnly: "I found the body yesterday morning, exchanged fire with the gang members at noon, and went to ambush illegal transactions in the afternoon." ”

"In the evening, I checked the information with Erwin for another night."

It's not that I don't know, but I'm shocked.

In a few short sentences, Burgess stuck out his tongue, it didn't sound like much, but she knew it was an astonishing amount of work.

Ordinary people really can't bear it.

"I hope you caught that Dennis Lee sooner."

She let go of one hand and grasped it with Ethan: "After you are done, you can relax appropriately." ”

"That's right."

Ethan agreed, and asked curiously, "Is there any leftover of the low-temperature candle I bought last time?" ”

"Bastard."

Burgess glanced at him annoyed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "I'll buy it after work, of course, it depends on whether you are free, but this time I won't go to your house, your friend is a little cold." ”

“OK。”

Ethan smiled.

That guy wasn't just cold, he was pretty stinky, and of course, it was in front of strangers.

In the middle of the conversation, we came to the blue restaurant.

Of course, the name of the restaurant is not blue, but many of the police officers from the two or three nearby substations like to come here for breakfast, just like Morley's Bar.

Stopping the car, Burgess walked inside at a rapid pace.

Looking left and right, she went straight to a small seat by the window, where two white male patrol officers were sitting, about to feast on the breakfast that had just been served.

Ethan followed slowly behind.

"Hi~"

Burgess clasped his duty belt with both hands and squeezed out a smile at one of the guys with a tall nose: "Druca, you have to cancel the complaint against Roman, everyone is a colleague, don't you think it's too much?" ”

"Hmph."

Druca looked at his partner and sneered at Burgess, "That bastard not only scolded me, but also broke my teeth. ”

"Colleague, are you guys in the 21st Precinct used to swinging their fists at your colleagues?"

His partner didn't say a word, leaning back in his chair with his hands on his chest.

"Look."

The guy cocked his tail finger again and poked his somewhat broken lip: "The Chicago Police Department's insurance doesn't cover the dentist, it costs a lot of money, tell Roman, three thousand dollars." ”

"If the compensation is sincere, maybe I will consider dropping the complaint."

"Before that."

He smiled and waved his fingers: "Hey, you can go, don't affect my breakfast, this is a good meatball sandwich, it's not delicious when it's cold." ”

The bit of broken skin on the mouth, even Bondi Band-Aid doesn't need to be sticky.

This bastard dared to extort three thousand dollars.

Burgess gritted his teeth in anger and clasped his belt to say something.

"Bang."

With a muffled sound, the dining chair brought from the side was placed on the small square table by the window.

Ethan coughed lightly, and Shi Shiran sat down in a chair.

He rested one hand on the back of his chair and grabbed the silver fork on Druka's plate with the other, and as if no one was around, he unslid the bread from the sandwich and forked the huge meatballs he was holding.

In Drucka's stunned expression, he took a big bite unceremoniously.

"Not bad."

Ethan chewed tastefully and gave a thumbs-up to the high bridge of the nose: "This is indeed the best meatball." (End of chapter)