“That’s Derek’s car.”

The protagonist who should appear the most has arrived. When the deceased's biological father, the real ruler in Montek Town, walked out of a gray Mercedes-Benz, everyone almost felt a chill. On weekends, you can see this white tyrant with a black name frowning and walking forward with his eyebrows. If someone dares to block his way, the guy will take out the gun hanging on his waist and kill him.

"Kerry." Commando captain Jimmy called Christina, then didn't look back at her at all, and said in the direction of Derek, "You are the most favored one in the bureau, right? The director often calls you BABY-GIRL."

Then he turned back solemnly: "Don't you think someone has to go over and comfort him at this time?"

"By the way, report on the situation when the body was found."

Christina looked at Derek with pity. She couldn't think of how this old man should squat down when he saw his own son's body with a big belly. At such a moment, someone should give him a hug. This is human nature.

"Cough, cough."

He coughed twice over the weekend. He no longer felt that Christina was simple anymore. She was stupid and stupid.

When is this?

The son of the boss at the top of the command chain of the Montek police system was killed. At present, Derek was afraid that he could eat people, and even the commando captain dared to lean forward easily. Didn’t you, Christina, stand under the thunder and lightning while you were thundering and lightning, waiting to be struck?

"Christina, colleagues from the Forensics Department asked us to help get some evidence numbering plates and place them at the scene traces, saying that this would be convenient for a while for the crime investigation." After stopping Christina over the weekend, there was no evidence that needed numbering on the scene, if the pair of feet could not be called evidence.

Jimmy Babs glared at the weekend fiercely, and that look could kill people.

He said, "I'm sorry, sir, we have our job." He looked down on villains who are clever and use others as guns.

"SHIT." He pointed his index finger at the weekend and turned around and left. The anger seemed to have caught a fraud in the game.

Christina looked at Jimmy Babs who had left, looked at the weekend and asked, "Why are you stopping me? Don't you think Derek is now..."

"Shut up." After getting familiar with each other, he never became polite to Christina on the weekend and said almost helplessly: "Do you think Derek lacks your hug? An old man who just died didn't even look at the body of his child, and the policeman in police uniforms told the tragic situation of the crime scene in his ears?"

"If you are willing to look at the angry white man who is getting angry and gets angry at you for no reason, GO!"

When Christina, who finally understood, turned around and looked for Jimmy Babs, she couldn't even catch the figure of her grandson: "Damn it, why did Jimmy hurt me?"

Jimmy Babs in his mind said casually over the weekend: "The shit-like Irish descendants left his original head in eight months after being transferred to the commando. Since the boy entered the commando and became the commando captain, he has always been a celebrity in Derek's eyes, or is the person who has the most hope to become the next deputy director. How do you think all this came about?"

Speaking of this, Zhouzhang shook his head and said, "No, you are destined to be unclear about all this, Kerry, you are not suitable for being a policeman."

"WHAT?" Christina asked.

He didn't answer the weekend and said to himself: "I mean, you can't be a policeman if you want to be a hero."

"ah!!!!!!"

A roar came from the crime scene in the factory, and the shouts were heart-wrenching.

null!

bump!

The next few loud noises seemed like someone was kicking the walls of the factory. This sound that did not match the surrounding environment immediately attracted the attention of every policeman present. When they saw Derek walking out at the entrance of the factory, they were like a demon with tears but holding a steel fork in his hand, people remembered hell.

"Everyone listens."

Like a villain, Derek took out a cigarette box from the forensic staff's shirt pocket, lit one for himself, and said to everyone: "In this case, every piece of information must be backed up and sent to my office."

"He has quit smoking for three years." This is what Christina saw.

"At least Derek can still keep his mind calm." This is what I saw on the weekend.

What would a police chief think when he sees his son die so tragically? Anyway, if this person is on a weekend, he will definitely put down the official hat and police uniform on his head to suppress the certificate case, and will never report it to the FBI or the state police or the city police homicide department. At this time, he will call on the police force of the entire police station to investigate wildly. Once the truth is revealed, he will not say hello to anyone, and find the suspect and shoot him directly.

Derek did not do this. He did not suppress the case, but just copied a copy of the information, neither violating the procedures nor hindering his own way of investigating.

On the weekend, this person who has been a criminal policeman for more than ten years and has not been promoted very much finally understands how to be an official. Anyway, it is not a human being, so it can suppress the heart-wrenching emotional catharsis at critical moments. At this time, people who can keep their minds from being confused are definitely less than those born with a halo for a natural male pig's feet.

The FBI came and brought their own on-site identification experts and criminal psychology experts to the scene. On the weekend, he had to re-talk about how to find the body, including never finding the person who reported the case. Then, the FBI said to Derek very cautiously that the person who reported the case was probably the murderer, which reassured Derek that they would find the phone number and find the person and solve the case as quickly as possible.

After getting everything done, I didn't get off work on the weekend when I returned to the police station. I used my position to check the information of Charlie Sterling-Bell, that is, Derek-Bell's biological son. During this period, except for discovering that Derek's son had four registrations for "prostitution-prostitution bail", nothing was found. As for those four "prostitution-prostitution bail", I was not prosecuted once.

Of course, during this period, there were always a pair of unfriendly eyes watching him.

"You want to check the case of Charlie's murder, too?"

In the crowded police station, a not-so-high voice came from behind the weekend. When he turned around and looked at it on the weekend, he saw Jimmy Babs.

"Rookie, how did you learn to be like Christina, and you are delusional to become a hero? Ah!"

He raised the volume and the TT in the police station helped the motorcycle party and all the policemen heard it: "Hey, everyone, our rookie wants to catch the pervert who chopped people's feet."

boom.

A burst of hilariousness came from the police station. In the eyes of these policemen, even Jimmy was not qualified to solve such a case, let alone him on weekends.

"Listen, before you think about solving the case, you have to learn how to be a policeman." Jimmy was particularly annoying to step on the power button under the desk on weekends, and stepped on it with a little force. With a 'click' sound, the computer on weekends entered the black screen after the power was cut off: "Sorry, I put my foot in the place where I shouldn't be put, just like you said something you shouldn't be said when you shouldn't be said."

Jimmy is gone.

I knew that I was targeted by Jimmy on the weekend. This grandson must have been squirted by the tyrant in the office of the director on the second floor of the police station.

But everything seems...so naive.

Jimmy Babs's small revenge is childish in the weekend, just like a kindergarten kid in the cold war for a lollipop. This method can create a little pressure at most, that's all.

Yes, people with very low AQ in this world will become idiots under pressure, but Jimmy Babs has made a wrong judgment now. He lacks everything on weekends. More than ten years of experience as a criminal police officer have made him not lacking in reselling.

"Hey, why did you turn off your computer?" Christina walked over with a bunch of documents: "I understand, you must be planning to take the opportunity to slip away and get off work on time. SORRY, you don't have a chance this time. Derek personally ordered that all the police work overtime today, and he signed the overtime pay orders."

"Investigate his son's case?"

"No, settle the TT gang matter quickly. Those who can be prosecuted will be prosecuted. Those who cannot be prosecuted will ask their families to get bail. In short, before dawn tomorrow, all the gangsters will be kicked out of the police station. Whoever has not finished the case, will Drek kick someone to the border to hold the police dog. By the way, these cases in their hands are not settled, and no one in Drek will investigate Charlie's murder."

Over the weekend, he glanced at Jimmy Babs who was carrying TT to gangsters into the interrogation room. He knew that Jimmy should have used these gangsters to inquire about the news, and maybe he would use his power to do some criminal prosecution transactions with these guys.

"Kerry."

"Ha?" Christina, who was busy sorting out the files, replied with a black sigh.

He said seriously on the weekend: "Do you still want to be a hero? Come with me."

He wanted to solve the case, whether it was to make Jimmy lose his face or the perverted murderer aroused his interest, in short, the case must be solved and broken with his own hands.
Chapter completed!