(Almost all of this exchange is in English)

"Huh...huh...so cold, today."

Hanks rubbed his hands and stumbled in through the door. He threw his coat directly on his messy desk, walked towards the coffee machine next to him, and took a cup of coffee.

"Hey! This ghost weather, I really hope those guys can understand us. Why do you still have to 'work' in this cold weather where even God is too lazy to work?"

This detective in his forties, with a big belly, was holding a coffee, drinking and looking at the fine snow floating outside the window.

His words were not the first to be sent in this office. It is conceivable that they should not be the last one.

Another woman who was less than thirty years old and looked very energetic came in at the door. She was holding a bag of burgers in her hand and a shopping bag in her other hand, and shouted: "Hey~~! Cats, who want today's 'lucky burgers'?"

"Give me one!"

"And me!"

"Give me one, God."

In this room of about 100 square meters, more than a dozen desks were placed in a row. Ms. Jenny, who was distributing the burger, just shouted, and immediately raised her head from behind the pile of documents like a hill. Although their faces were tired, they were obviously still a little excited.

This is an occupational disease.

After a long and boring work, only the breakfast burger at the Lucky Burger Shop on Mail Avenue can rekindle these guys a little bit of energy.

It's winter now, and the winter in New York doesn't feel very good. More than half a month has passed since Christmas, but the lively atmosphere on the streets has not been reduced much. Oh. Forget it. The streets in New York will always be so lively unless there is a crisis in the resurgence.

Or... If a Resident Evil breaks out, it will be even more lively.

"Snow, your lucky burger!"

Jenny threw a burger towards a seat close to it. Her head buried behind the thick stack of documents did not lift it up, but her hand raised high and grabbed the burger.

The owner of her hand tore open the wrapping paper of the burger and took a bite at the hot beef patty inside. Although the tomato sauce made her image a little unsightly. However... unless the person here was given a formal occasion and was scolded by the police officer, no one would care about his personal image.

This is an Asian woman with a distinctly Oriental face.

Her hair was tied to the back of her head and tied a ponytail, making her look energetic and full of energy.

But she was wearing a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. Now she was chewing on the burger while typing quickly on the keyboard with one hand and entering documents.

"Do you know? I caught an old guy who robbed a convenience store yesterday. I looked through the records and found out that the guy had been arrested more than a hundred times!"

A black policeman was holding a burger and sat in his seat while gnawing, while telling jokes to adjust his emotions.

Another very capable female policewoman didn't raise her head and said directly: "I once caught a pair of twins. The two of them combined for more than two hundred times. By the way, they robbed garbage trucks on the street. Every time they were the same line, 'Take me all the things that were more expensive than the garbage behind you!'"

A white guy sitting next to an Asian woman patted the documents in front of him and said, "Oh, I don't have that many. But the guy I caught last time was not arrested for a large number of people, but he committed many crimes. He actually did it more than 150 times before he was arrested."

The capable policewoman asked, "What does that guy do?"

The white police officer laughed: "He robbed, he has robbed more than 150 kind old ladies with a model banana. Sometimes he is so pitiful, those old ladies have given him some money on their own initiative. It's a pity that guy can find so many kind old ladies."

A newly walked in white male police officer frowned and said, "You are so amazing, I only have twelve."

The Asian woman behind the pile of documents raised her head and threw the wrapping paper in her hand directly at the white male policeman. The male policeman directly took a space step, and the wrapping paper went straight into a trash can next to it.

"Twelve? That's too few, right? You always say you are a playboy."

The male policeman was stunned for a moment and said, "Snow, there are fewer ones? How many of you?"

The Asian woman named Xue raised her head from behind the pile of documents, raised a palm, and smiled and said, "I'm over fifty. Many people here almost exceed this number."

The male policeman was stunned for a moment again. He looked around and looked at the smirking expression on the faces of others, and said in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

Xue raised her arm and shook the pen in her hand: "What are you talking about?"

Male police officer: "Huh? Aren't you talking about the number of times you meet the criminal?"

After a sudden burst of laughter, the entire police station burst into laughter. The sleepiness that I had originally had in the morning was now dispelled cleanly.

The male policeman knew that he had said the wrong thing. He walked to Xue with a dark face, sat down in the seat next to her with a little embarrassment, and said, "This is not funny, Officer Qiao. You made me think of me as the object of amusement."

Qiao Xue put down the pen and keyboard in her hand, turned her head, looked at the male policeman with a slight contemptuous look, and said, "Tom, if this continues, you will really become an uncle. The Federation shouldn't need you to be a representative figure, right?"

Tom deliberately said with a stern face and said seriously: "Maybe they will ask me to be the president's bodyguard. Then every time the president speaks to the outside world, I will stand up and report my name first?"

After saying that, the policeman's seriousness disappeared directly. He hesitated a little closer and asked, "Snow. Have you really done it with a fifty or so? How does that feel? Is it very 'liberate' pleasure?"

Qiao Xue turned her head and continued to typing on her keyboard: "What do you think?"

Tom stayed there for a while again, and then a sudden sense of enlightenment appeared on his face: "So it's a joke!"

"I just hope you can get your job done while I work. Last night you should have gone to Belek Street to investigate the case? What is the result of the investigation?"

Tom laughed, sat down leisurely in his seat, picked up his pen and turned it around, and smiled and said, "Of course! With my personal charm, I am a figure who is comparable to Hugh Hefner (the founder of the adult magazine Playboy). Just look for those respected angels on the street and you will be able to get clues soon. Then, the task of completing the report will be handed over to you."

As he said that, Tom saluted Qiao Xue directly, and after showing that very proud smile, he turned his head and went to eat his breakfast.

This is division of labor and cooperation, and Qiao Xue has no complaints.

Tom's case handling efficiency is indeed one of the best in the police station, and he is indeed very efficient with his handsome appearance and excellent methods.

However, this guy is a little too confident and often seems to be more rash. Especially when it comes to handling documents after the case is closed, it is almost the same as the level of sitting in front of the computer that can't even type a hundred words for an hour.

Therefore, after being a partner, Qiao Xue was responsible for sitting in front of the computer to process various materials, studying possibilities, and processing documents. This guy was responsible for running the field. This was a very easy job for Qiao Xue. But sometimes she felt that this guy was too efficient in handling cases, so she simply took on a few cases in Dongcheng District and Xicheng District and asked him to run back and forth.

To be honest, looking at the surveillance map, my partner hurriedly crossed dozens of kilometers, and the feeling of sitting in front of the computer drinking coffee was quite good.

"Officer Samberg, Officer Joe, come in."

The capable black female police inspector shouted at the office door, then walked back to her office.

Tom's mouth twitched and stood up helplessly.

Qiao Xue was also a little reluctant, but she had no choice. She also picked up her police officer's certificate and hung it around her neck. The two of them entered the police supervisor's office one by one.

"Poss, Tom Samberger,"

"Secretary Snow? Joe reported."

The two saluted at the same time and stood straight.

The female police inspector glanced at the two of them and said, "Stop."

Only after that, the two of them could change from standing posture to resting posture, but their hands were still behind their backs, making them look very rigorous.

Inspector Wendy Berger is a very strict woman, not only to herself, but also to others.

She graduated from the army and only a week after she was transferred to work as a police supervisor, no one dared to have any disrespect for her because she was a woman.

It may be light to say that she turned the case handling team into a militarized management. In private, Qiao Xue and others directly called it purgatory!

"You guys have a good job this month! I praise you."

"Thank you Boss!"

The two people sent slogans in unison.

Inspector Berg said again, "So, I decided to let you two do this case. Get it out quickly and keep the number one in the NYPD team. Let me be proud of you two! If you can't let me brag about the other insurers at the next month's Inspectors meeting, I'll eat your brains into cream pie!"

"Yes! Wass!"

There was no reversal, and there was no need for any inquiries. Qiao Xue and Tom now only need to shout slogans and then take on the case.

It was not until he left the police inspector's office that Tom seemed to have completely fallen out of his body, leaning against his seat and exhaling, wiping his sweat.

"I thought she would eat us!"

Qiao Xue glanced at the case report, raised it, and said to Tom: "Yes, if we can't solve the case, the police inspector will indeed treat us as a cream-filled snack. Prepare it. The location of this case is Chinatown."

When he heard the location, Tom glared at him: "No way? Chinatown?! Ah... (Chinese) I smiled at my mother, I, I, I will wash, wash king, wipe... (My name is Tom, I am a policeman)"

Qiao Xue shook her head directly and said, "Don't hold on to Chinese here. I think you can't hold on to a few Chinese characters. Don't worry, Chinese English proficiency is famous all over the world, and there shouldn't be any language barriers in Chinatown. And this time, I'll go with you too."

Qiao Xue walked to her desk, pulled open the table, took out the holster and pinned it on her waist, put a pair of tactical gloves, picked up the coat with nypd printed on it and put it on her shoulder.

"Let's go, Tom, polish your paws and teeth, it's time for us to do our job."
Chapter completed!