A patrol car drove slowly down the street, and the eyes of the two patrol officers inside wandered around.

That's how it is on a daily basis.

Driving aimlessly on the streets, even if you don't do anything, it can have a great deterrent effect on street crime, and if there is any emergency, you can quickly go to help.

"Hey."

Burgess rubbed his nose and pointed ahead, "Did you notice a few African-American kids in front of you?" ”

Well, black can't be said.

It is necessary to refer to African Americans, otherwise it is easy to get into trouble.

A few kids wrapped in flower turbans were sneaky around the corner, and they noticed the patrol car coming, and immediately pretended not to know each other and dispersed.

"Bulk."

Roman held on to the steering wheel and yawned: "It's a waste of time to catch it, just scare away." ”

As a patrol officer, there are some things that must be prioritized.

In this part of the Southern District, you want to intervene in everything, and you can exhaust people to death at the end of the day.

"Understood."

Burgess knew this, and she flicked the button next to her.

"Dudu~!!"

The shrill siren sounded in an instant.

The few little blacks who were in charge of bulk goods on the street immediately ran away, and all the work of a few seconds disappeared, leaving only a few tattered plastic bags rolling on the sidewalk.

"Hahaha."

Burgess smiled as she opened the armrest box, and these vignettes were one of the few pleasures she had at work.

"Give."

He took out two hot dogs wrapped in tin foil and handed them to Roman: "While there is nothing to do now, if you get busy in a while, you don't know when you can eat lunch." ”

The sound of chewing soon sounded.

Burgess also stuffed his mouth bulging, and his cheeks squirmed like a squirrel.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound came from the driving computer.

This prompt tone is usually a new emergency that needs the attention of the patrol officer.

Burgess quickly turned the computer and tapped on it.

"What's the matter?"

Roman drove the vehicle with one hand and continued to drive forward.

There is a park in front of it, which is very clean and tidy, there are many passers-by, and there are children running happily on the lawn of the park.

"BFIPU Notification of Assistance in the Investigation."

Burgess stared at the screen, not biting the hot dog in one bite:

"Subaru station wagon, green."

Looking at the information above, she read out the first three digits of the license plate: "The urgency is very high, we need to pay attention to this, if I guessed correctly, it should be the serial arson case they are investigating." ”

As he spoke, the patrol car slowly stopped.

"Do you want to be as rich as Sheriff Morgan?"

Roman stared ahead in surprise and gasped, "Damn, we need to go buy a Powerball bet!! ”

Looking along the other party's line of sight, Burgess was also full of excitement.

A green Subaru was parked next to the lawn, about 20 meters away from them, just enough to see the corner of the license plate number.

She lowered her head, lifted her head, and repeated the motion.

After three times, I finally confirmed that I was right.

"2113 patrol car."

She swallowed the hot dog hard and grabbed the walkie-talkie on her shoulder as quickly as she could.

"Patrol car No. 2113, please."

A reply rang out from the contact desk.

"Request a patrol car for support." Burgess looked left and right and reported his location: "We found the vehicle that the intelligence team of the 21st Sub-Bureau asked for assistance, and called the people who came to pay attention to the movement. ”

The murderer in this case is extremely cruel.

Her first instinct was to call for support.

"Hey."

Roman noticed something and slapped Burgess on the arm.

"Wait a minute."

Burgess pressed the walkie-talkie and continued, "Now we see a white man approaching the target vehicle, we come forward to ask, need support and notify you. ”

It's too late to wait, and you have to go over immediately to intercept and investigate.

"Okay, stay safe."

The voice over the intercom fell silent.

On the other side of the lawn, a white man in a coat with a blue surgical gown on the inside waved his arm to knock the car and pull the car door to sit in.

The two glanced at each other, and Roman immediately started the vehicle and rushed forward.

"Woo~~"

The patrol car stopped behind the green Subaru, and the siren buzzed twice.

This voice has its peculiarities.

If you don't want to cause trouble, it's best to sit in the car and wait for the inspection, if you drive away at this time, it will trigger the sensitive nerves of the patrol officer, and immediately raise the alert level infinitely.

The two of them cooperated skillfully, got out of the car and walked forward one left and one right.

The wrist swings with the handle of the gun.

Roman was in charge of the interrogation, while Burgess observed the situation inside the car.

"How's it going, sir?" Coming to the driver's seat, Roman asked his usual words.

"Yes, thank you."

The window was lowered, and the driver slowly turned his head and smiled extremely affectionately at Roman.

Short hair, ordinary appearance.

But it is cleaned up, there is no slag at all, the fingers placed on the steering wheel are slender, and the nails are neatly cut, this person should usually pay great attention to image management.

Despite the smile on the other side, Roman's heart trembled.

I can't put into words.

Looking at the other party's gray eyes, he seemed to be targeted by a cold poisonous snake.

Straightening his waist, he pressed the handle of the gun and said in a deep voice:

"Please show your driver's license, thank you."

"Any questions?"

The other party didn't make any moves, and asked with a frown.

"Do you want to have it?"

Roman was not polite either, and put away his smile.

Years of experience as a patrol officer make him feel comfortable dealing with this situation, and the implication is obvious, if you cooperate with us honestly, there will be no problem, if you don't cooperate, then it's hard to say what the problem is.

The American Patrol is a very strong presence.

The consequences of not obeying the command are very serious.

“OK。”

The man pursed his lips and smiled, slowly pulling out his driver's license.

On the other side, Burgess looked inside through the cleanly wiped glass, where an iron crowbar, an oversized stiff-bristled brush, and two cables for electricity were placed in the back of the vehicle.

They are all commonly used vehicle supplies, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

She casually looked in the rearview mirror, but her eyes collided with the driver's eyes.

For a moment, my body shuddered.

When I looked closely, the man looked at him with a hint of a smile and looked at him very kindly, just like those doctors I met in the hospital, which made people full of dependence and trust.

But this feeling made her feel uncomfortable.

"Thank you."

After thanking the driver and taking the car keys, Roman gestured to Burgess with his eyes, and the two returned to the patrol car together.

"Whew."

At the same time, they let out a heavy breath.

"Dude."

Burgess took his driver's license, shook his head and pursed his lips: "The feeling that this person gives me is too weird." ”

"Yates."

Silently reciting the name on it, she entered it into the driving computer to look it up.

"We're going to bring him back."

Roman looked at the front steadily, and said in a firm tone.

"There is no criminal record." The results of the investigation came out quickly, and Burgess frowned and said, "There is not even a single traffic violation, it looks very clean." ”

"Hmm."

Nodding slowly, Roman continued, "But we still have to take him back. ”

"If you let this person go."

He looked at his partner and licked his lips, "Can you believe it?" Sheriff Morgan is going to kill us!! (End of chapter)