On the second floor of the small villa worth $420,000, I leaned on the sofa on the weekend and listened to the "California Hotel" played on the old record machine. In front of me was a coffee table with Mexican beer.

He was waiting for time, and when the work time was only 10 minutes away, he would drive the BMW to work because he wanted to reduce the chance of being shot suddenly on the streets of Montek. This is how he has been through these days, and he didn't answer anyone's phone call at night. When he was about to go out during the day, he sprayed a few sips of wine on himself. No matter who asked him the answer was "Last night's hangover". Otherwise, after hearing the gunshot at home last night, he should have been urged by the police station to go to the first scene and fight with people who may be gangsters.

This villa was left to him by his parents who had never met in the weekend. The loan was to pay the inheritance tax. As for the car, it was bought with the money and loans that his parents had originally left him with. If it was placed in China, it would definitely be a prodigal son. In the United States, it was just a lifestyle for most people. It was nothing strange to spend money tomorrow today.

It's time.

On the weekend, I saw that the alarm clock on the coffee table was ten minutes late and I was about to be late. Then I put my cowboy hat on my head. Then I took a few sips of beer and sprayed some on my body. Then I turned around and went out.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to work hard on the weekend, it’s that he has no sense of belonging to this country, and even he always has a feeling of "if he dies in the streets, even if he enjoys the 21 gunshots at the funeral, he will lose a lot." He doesn’t feel glorious at all. When he walked out of the villa and entered the $50,000 BMW in the garage at the door, there was nothing left except a heart that wanted to make a living.

Police Montek are still busy. When he parked his BMW in the police station on the weekend, he saw many policemen waiting to set off next to the police car at the door.

"Hi, the big star who will always be the finale." A few days ago, I talked about FUCK Christina's big belly cunt man in the police station on weekends and greeted him warmly.

The response to the weekend was a middle finger silently raising up while moving forward without looking back after getting off the bus.

Crunch.

When I pushed open the police station door, I could feel the smoky atmosphere here through the password lock electronic door entering the internal office area of ​​the police station. On weekends, there were addicts who were handcuffed in the corner of the wall and said to everyone: "Give me a sip, just a sip." The motorbike party who was slapped the window through the glass of the interrogation room and threatened witnesses, and the Mexico ** who was not ashamed to say that he was quietly recording confessions.

This is a world of strange things, and it seems that the bottom-level criminals in the entire town of Montek will gather here, and the real big boss has never seen them on weekends these days.

"Zhou, have you heard about it?"

Just as he walked to his desk and sat down on the weekend, the retired old policeman Edward came over and said, "What?" he asked in confusion.

"Yesterday, the FBI and DEA jointly issued a notice and will airborne to Montek in an hour."

"I'm full, what's the reason for this? Is it worth the big men? Could it be that I want to hunt in the Mexican forest?"

"You really don't know? It is said that a large-scale drug transport, Mexican goods."

He threw the cowboy hat onto his desk, hesitated for a while on the weekend before speaking: "Will the Mexicans be so careless and let the news leak?"

"Who knows."

The history of the United States' gangs is definitely as chaotic as the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms in China. From the famous Italian mafia family industry to Colombian drug lords, Spanish bullfighters, Russian invaders, Armenians, and Mexicans are in chaos. If there are gangs that rarely go out of Chinatown and South Korea City, it would be enough to start a world war. However, since the Italian mafia family has declined, the large-scale drug abuse in the United States has made Colombian drug lords feel that profits and dangers are disproportionate. Spanish bullfighters and Russians and Armenians are crazy about seizing the ** market. The drug market in the United States is almost the dominant Mexican. At this time, the Texas border closest to Mexico has become a severely affected area.

"I don't know much about the specifics. Anyway, this time, all the staff will definitely cancel their leave and cooperate with the FBI and DEA to complete the arrest mission."

"Why didn't anyone tell me some good news early in the morning?"

He shrugged over the weekend and said helplessly that he was not interested in the rise or fall of the crime rate in the United States.

"Zhou, where is your partner? There are all thefts in Area C. You have to go over."

If not all the staff cooperate with the FBI... why did you escape the disaster by yourself?

After looking back, I didn't find the black wool who was extremely tough yesterday on the weekend and said to myself: "Where is Christina?"

Aiwald pointed to the director's office upstairs: "I'm asking for a fight."

"WHAT!" The weekend's eyes widened.

"Since I knew that a big battle was going to happen, Christina went to the tyrant's office and she wanted to be a hero."

At this moment, the door of the director's office on the second floor opened, and Christina walked down like gunpowder: "JESUS-CHRIST, everyone is going to cooperate with the FBI, DEA arrests the Mexican drug lord, but I want to solve the damn theft case, hey! You missed the birth of a great hero!" The last sentence she shouted to everyone downstairs, and after that, she turned her head and looked at the director's office, which was not closed. It was obvious that this sentence was for the director who had the nickname "Tyrant".

"You're crazy." On the weekend, Christina walked over as she went downstairs, pulled her arm to the tea room, and said next to the coffee machine: "I heard you volunteered to participate in the joint drug control operation?"

"What's your problem?"

"What's wrong with you, mom!" continued the weekend: "Mexican drug dealers are not gangsters who can fight fists with you on the street, nor are they thieves who will lie on the ground if you take out a gun. They are probably crazy people who are holding MP5s and shooting at you, because he knows that as long as he is arrested, he may be in prison for life or be sentenced to death directly. This is Texas."

"SO-WHAT?" Christina asked with her eyes wide open.

The weekend was a little speechless. She was a policeman who dreamed of handling big cases. There seemed to be no problem with arresting the drug lord. If this was in China, he would definitely hope to participate in this operation, because once these drugs spread, it would not only be the drug addicts who were hurt, but their families would also be destroyed. The problem is that this is not his country. For the weekend, there is no sense of belonging to this land.

"Make a deal?"

Seeing that he was about to enter Area C, Christina parked the police car on the side of the road. She said seriously: "Do you want to know who made $5,000 into your account? I have friends in the bank who can help investigate. You know, if those people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs finish what they do, maybe you are already preparing for your son's wedding."

His eyes lit up on the weekend, and he was waiting for this moment: "Will the Ministry of Internal Affairs accept illegal evidence?"

County police have no authority to require banks to hand over remittance documents. Once the criminal case is not handled and the non-accidental quiet county police have brought out evidence that only higher-level detectives can access, which is not in line with judicial procedures. Simpson was acquitted that year because the lawyer he paid a lot of money to find a place where the police did not meet the judicial procedures.

"The Ministry of the Interior may not accept illegal evidence, but they will accept anonymous reports from good citizens. Since someone can mail your letter to the Ministry of the Interior, why can't someone mail them the evidence to prove your innocence?"
Chapter completed!