In the office of the Chief of Police of Montek, the tyrant Derek sat behind the desk. The two masters in charge of the operation of the FBI and DEA turned their chairs and sat opposite the desk. At this time, Christina and the weekend stood beside the coffee table in the office. Although the sofa was empty, neither of them sat down.

"This is the thing..." Christina began to report the clues: "The Mexican drug transport case obtained by the FBI and DEA is only the most important part of the entire case. The cause of this incident and the planning of the entire Mexican gang may have been ignored by everyone due to the severity of the drug transport."

"Montek is not Dallas, nor Houston, but the situation here is still very messy. The local motorcycle party TT gang had friction with the Mexicans. It was because the TT gang was not strong enough that there was no large-scale battle. These two gangs have begun to fight price wars for street ladies on the street..."

The FBI master could no longer listen: "Can you tell us simply why two patrol officers applied to cancel the operation?"

Christina looked at the weekend, and at this time she looked at her nose and her nose, and she was beaten to death without opening her mouth when she entered into a state of meditation.

Derek responded: "Please be a little patient, my people will not apply for such an application for no reason."

Now, Christina and Christina are going to report to Director Derek, FBI and DEA, the reason for applying for the cancellation of the joint operation. This reason is not what Christina summarizes. It is the weekend. After Christina found the remitter on the weekend, she asked her to help her on the weekend. The exchange condition was that she was willing to check everything about the remitter on the weekend.

The weekend naturally agreed. For a man who has handled countless murders, kidnappings, and gang cases, any summary and report are part of office politics. Otherwise, an ordinary policeman would never be promoted to a criminal policeman, which requires a lot of promotion. Office politics is the inducement of others to promote you. The weekend grew up in such an environment. All of this is just basic skills in his eyes. Christina is much worse. When she faced the FBI and DEA masters for the first time, she was preparing to report what she wanted to say in the car, she stuttered and confused. Such a ready-made clue would actually have a contradictory situation in her mouth. Everything was unfolding under this situation.

Thankfully, Christina continued: "I believe both the FBI and the DEA have heard of the shooting of illegal immigrants in the previous stage. The crime was on the road between Montek and San Antonio. All thirteen female illegal immigrants in a bus were killed, aged between 19 and 30. At present, the state police and the FBI are dealing with this matter. It seems that there is no relationship with Montek, but I want to say that this incident was caused by friction between the TT gang and the Mexicans."

"The street girl controlled by the TT Gang has been squeezed out by Mexican Latinos, so she has no business. The boss of the TT Gang turned to the boss of the 18th Street, an Armenian gang who had been sentenced in the same prison. This group of ** was purchased by the TT Gang from the Armenians. Since they dare not offend the Mexicans with a large number of people, they can only win by improving the quality of the goods and lowering the price. The Mexicans who are about to occupy Montek without bloodshed will not let the TT Gang succeed. This is not a business that emphasizes legal competition, so this massacre is caused."

Christina was a little nervous when she was explaining the case seriously to the masters for the first time. Every time she finished speaking, she would stop for a few seconds to reorganize her language. However, the FBI and DEA were fascinated by it. They seemed to have heard the connection here. At this stage, even if Christina chose to shut up and not say anything, they would continue to ask.

This is the ability of the weekend, and he can make a report fascinating.

"The TT Gang's supply has disappeared, and the money to buy Armenian ** has not been paid yet. The TT Gang boss obtained the transaction method of getting the goods first and then giving money by relying on his inmate relationship with the Armenian 18th Street Gang boss. Not only did they dare not fight with the Mexicans, but they also dared not offend the brutal Armenians."

"In other words, the TT Gang is in a situation where he loses his source of income and owes a lot of money."

Finally, Christina, who was on the topic, was a little excited: "So, there were eight consecutive thefts in Montek Town in a few days, including South Korea City, Chinese restaurants, white poor areas, white rich areas, and other places that are not prone to fire fighting, and some of the stolen people were even neighbors on the street, and the stolen time was only a few days apart."

The weekend added in his heart: "As for the reason why it is theft rather than robbery, it is entirely because a street with chaotic security will reduce the traffic of prostitutes and guests. Real Mexican drug dealers will not allow this kind of thing to happen on their territory. As a local gang second only to Mexicans, the TT gang can only admit defeat and settle for the second best and turn to theft." At the same time, he looked at Christina, as if saying: "This black lady missed the line."

"Before all this was clear, that is, one hour before the FBI and DEA came to Montek Town, the Montek Town Police Department received a notice from cooperating with the FBI and DEA. I was very helpless that I was not qualified to participate in this case and had to continue to investigate theft. It was this investigation that found out the truth. My informant told me that the information you received was true. The Mexican confirmed that the TT Gang was not able to fight back and then planned to open a new route for drug transportation, from Montek to San Antonio, to Dallas, to Houston, a route from inland to the coastline was launched."

The DEA's master asked with a Mediterranean hairstyle: "Is the news reliable? You still didn't mention the reason why the action was cancelled."

"Of course it's reliable. My informant is doing illegal drugs. He went to Mexico to buy some drugs that must be prescribed by a doctor in China to sell to other people in Montek. This news comes from Mexico. The reason for you to cancel the action is even simpler. Before I got the news that the FBI and DEA came to Montek to jointly enforce the law, my informant knew about the news in Mexico. At that time, the Mexican drug dealers also said some insults in the FBI and DEA, such as 'As long as you give enough money, they can tattoo a blooming chrysanthemum on your butt'."

"In fact, he not only knows the news, but also why the TT Gang gave up the street girl's business changing to theft and sell stolen goods."

"Who is your informant? How could there be such news? If he dares to tell you this news, isn't he afraid of the revenge of the TT gang and the Mexicans?"

"Of course this was not what he said willingly. I used some means to force him to ask. It was because he was a small person from the TT Gang that he kept hiding this news. If you don't believe it, you can ask him personally, and he will be locked in the prisoner's squeeze room."

After saying all this, Christina looked at the weekend again. She couldn't figure out how she would give up this opportunity to make meritorious service on the weekend and must leave everything apart. The only thing that can be sure is that the weekend is definitely not stupid, and this guy is smarter than anyone else.

"Ms. Patrolman, if everything is true, you have made great contributions. If the news of our arrival is leaked in advance, you will report and expose a special case that even the Ministry of Internal Affairs will investigate in depth. Not only are there black or drug dealers involved, but also corrupt people inform people of information."

This is a big vortex!

It's so big that it's unimaginable!!

Christina didn't know whether she should say anything later.

"Mr. Director, can we confirm the clues provided by your subordinates? This is too important to us and we must confirm it."

Derek nodded with a serious expression and said, "Of course, you can use Interrogation Room No. 1."

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

Christina planned to fight and continued: "Now we are facing not only the Mexican drug transport case that cannot be solved, but also the Armenian and Mexicans are likely to face a fierce battle between Armenians and Mexicans..."

He shrugged his nose over the weekend, and he felt that Christina had said a little more, just a little more, the last sentence.

"Christina." The person who stopped the black ladies from continuing to talk was Derek, the white director with a black name, who quickly rejected Christina's opinion: "This is the border between Mexico and the United States, and the Armenians are in the dark = gang holy land Los Angeles. Do you expect Armenians to run to Texas and the most rampant Mexicans on the border?"

"Use your brain, don't always think about problems with your chest."

Now, I finally know why everyone calls Derek a tyrant on the weekend. I feel that this guy sitting in the director's position is not very good at speaking. This is no different from the gangster who is full of swearing in the public office area below and the patrolman who comes to FUCK to FUCK.

The big men of the FBI and DEA smiled. They would not participate in the affairs of the Montek police. As long as Drek was not afraid of embarrassing, they would just waste a little more time.

When Christina was scolded, she quickly shut up, and a big explosion began in her mind. Today, one day, the image of this top computer student on the weekend was completely subverted in her mind. Even if she didn't mention playing with J in the applause during the day, the lines she prepared for herself were so accurate that she could not understand. Even if she only changed a little, she immediately had a catastrophe. Why did he... show so little obvious a month ago?

When the FBI and DEA masters walked out of the office, Derek said to the weekend with nowhere to get angry: "As a partner, why not help your companion when she is questioned?"

Only then did I turn my eyes back to Derek, and after confirming that he was talking to him, I replied: "SIR, I am a newcomer and want to learn more, so I just look at it and don't speak."

The innocent look that touching and earth-shaking look was enough to make any leader feel that he was not harmful to agriculturally, and the pure green vegetables that had just broken through the ground.

Playing office politics? What an international joke? I haven’t left this thing on weekends of more than ten years since I was a police officer.

"Go out and tell them to cooperate with the FBI and DEA alarm to be lifted, and go to the streets to patrol immediately. As for you, go see the parents of several students..."

Looking at Derek's face, I finally understood why Christina has been a policeman for so many years and is still a patrolman. She is simply a person who has neither IQ nor EQ but dreams of being a hero every day. She doesn't know whether to be moved by the efforts of such people or to see that they cannot fulfill their dreams no matter what.

Talent has made ninety percent of the people in this world become such people. Dreams lock them like cages, but these people cannot see the cages at all. They use the biggest lie in this world to inspire themselves every day. This lie is - I can do it, I can.

"Zhou, can I ask you a question?"

From the stairs that walked down the director's office on the second floor, Christina asked this to the weekend: "It's obviously your credit, why should I give it to me?"

Don't want to get into this quagmire?

It won’t take long to leave this country, and it’s useless to ask for credit?

I really couldn't explain it on the weekend, so I had to change the topic and said, "Oh, I remembered, how did I check the remittance slip and the remitter?"

At this time, Edward walked along the corner of the stairs with the documents: "Kerry, I'll check all these things. The remittance slip is true and the ID information is correct. But the remittance slip is an 89-year-old old lady paralyzed in a nursing home. Why are you looking for this? I plan to impersonate someone's granddaughter to receive the inheritance? I really paid attention to it. This old man has no children. Fortunately, the old man had a criminal record when he was young, otherwise he wouldn't have found it."

"Thanks."

When Christina didn't even look at the folder and handed it to the weekend, she showed a dull expression on the weekend, which was obviously a steal of ID information.

Bee, bee, bee.

When the phone rang, he took out the phone on the weekend and put it in his ear. He responded in a somewhat decayed tone: "I don't know the 89-year-old old woman paralyzed in bed, and there is no intersection in her life."

It was the Ministry of Interior’s phone call, asking what the relationship was with the old lady who lived in an Alaska nursing home on the weekend.

"Let's go have a drink?" Christina, who was also frustrated, once again made a suggestion.

Despite some disappointment, I remained rational on the weekend: "I'm still in class, aren't I going to see some parents of my children?"

In the United States, some children who cannot bear legal responsibilities and have minor mistakes are arrested if they make mistakes. The police will call their parents to warn them to strictly discipline their children by fines and advice. This is a bit similar to the parent meetings of schools. Most of the mistakes made by children are messy things such as writing and drawing in places that should not be graffiti, and scribing other people's cars, and nothing new.

"We have received such an important clue but no reward. You have suffered unjust grievances. Why can't those children who have made mistakes and parents who have not educated their children well wait for a while?" Christina asked lazily.

“GODDAMN-RIGHT!”

He echoed the weekend. He thought that the training officer took the lead and skipped the shift. When he saw Christina enter the tea room and took out a drink bottle with no trademark but amber liquid in the refrigerator of the tea room, Christina's words came to his ears: "The second lesson of the training officer, you must not drink alcohol during working hours." Then he handed over a paper cup and poured a little on the weekend.
Chapter completed!