"Raise your head and chest, raise your chin, and clamp the thing between your legs. I'm not spending money to hire you idiots to be cowherds in nightclubs!" The black police officer yelled, waving the police rubber rod in his hand, like a fierce bulldog, patrolling his territory.

In front of him was the newly hired temporary patrol officer of the police, with a total of 60 people standing in five rows, of which one came to report in more than a dozen mornings, but the black police officer was left there directly. He stood in military posture for three or four hours without drinking a sip of water.

It was not until everyone arrived that the black police officer sorted out the police badge and began to speak out, while other police officers in the police station were smiling at the side with coffee donuts.

"First of all, I am very opposed to this foreign recruitment. Let's see what kind of things they were before, butchers, shoemakers, movers, black market boxers, thieves, fat pigs who can only leap their parents..." His eyes turned around and finally fell on Weize. Although the latter stood in the last row of the team, lowered the brim of the hat, and deliberately kept a low profile, he was still recognized by the black police officer. The two had met with the red owl before, and Weize was hit on the back of the head at that time.

The black police officer sneered, "Bounty hunters, things like leeches, they always lie on you and greedily suck your blood, right? This is really fucking strange. Why does a bounty hunter come to my territory to join these wastes with a large amount of money?"

"Who knows, maybe it's because I like the design style of this uniform very much." Weize sighed and said, "I offended my boss on the first day of work, and the beginning was not very good, but the problem is that he did nothing yet.

"You have a very powerful mouth, boy, but you'd better be careful. Sheriff Wilson will keep staring at you. No matter what your ghost idea is, it's best not to be caught by me, otherwise you will feel better." The black police officer said coldly, and after he said that, he turned his gaze back to the others.

"Anyway, most of you are a group of social garbage who have not received professional training and have no sense of honor. I don't know what the officials above think. It's better to let my grandmother stand on the side of the road than to spend money to hire you. She is a great lady. Although she is ninety years old, just one look can scare those little thieves to the point of being so fucked. It's simply a fucking Christ's life. Compared to her, all of you should feel ashamed..."

Weize and other temporary patrolmen had to endure the nagging of the black police officer, who had been chattering for more than an hour, and the spit sprayed from his teeth stuck to the collar of the front row people, but the unlucky guy didn't dare to move.

In the end, she probably felt a little thirsty. Sheriff Wilson finally ended this unsatisfactory speech and began to enter the area allocation issue that everyone was most concerned about.

The police suddenly added a large-scale manpower this time, but in fact, it was mainly to cope with the increasing public pressure. It is well known that the poor security of colonial stars is already a bad thing, especially the Seventh District, which is the most chaotic area on Mars. The performance appraisal of the branch director is at the bottom all year round, but finding the problem is a matter of a while, and solving the problem is another matter.

The police lack of manpower, and ultimately because of financial difficulties, it is difficult to recruit or retain experts with the meager salary of the police. Basically, those with ability go to be bounty hunters or are poached by large companies.

This formed a vicious cycle, and the police could not solve the problem, so they had to spend a lot of money to hire experts. As a result, fewer salaries could be paid to police officers and fewer available staff. So they still had to seek foreign aid next time... This is also why a group of police officers led by Wilson had such a bad impression of bounty hunters.

But this problem cannot be solved by one or two people. In the foreseeable future, there is no sign of improvement. The police's actions this time seem to be more like to calm the public's emotions. In fact, Wilson knew very well what kind of goods could be recruited for a monthly salary of 4,000 credit points.

No one really expects this group of people to fight crime, uphold justice, and improve local public security. Put them on the street to deal with the unscrupulous media who shout about the police's inaction all day long, and handle trivial civil disputes by the way, so that police can free up their hands to resolve important cases, so that the money spent will be rewarded.

This time Wilson didn't talk nonsense anymore. It took less than five minutes to divide each person's patrol area, two people in a group, divided into day shifts and night shifts.

Weize was not very lucky. He first drew a night shift, and his partner was a fat boy of 240 pounds, which was the fat pig that Wilson mentioned before that he could only veterinate his parents.

The latter came over and greeted Weize as soon as possible, and said excitedly, "My name is Dali. Are you a bounty hunter? Cool, I have always hoped that there will be a bounty hunter friend. Can you come to visit my house? My sister will be very happy."

"Uh, Dali, we are not friends, but colleagues. If you google the Internet, you will find that this is a work relationship." Weize put the police badge, identity card and communicator received from the logistics department into his pocket. The middle-aged female policeman who was responsible for distributing supplies then handed over a rubber rod, but Weize waved his hand and refused. The latter pointed to the electromagnetic pistol on his waist and said politely, "No need, thank you, I already have a reliable old guy."

However, the middle-aged female policeman had no intention of taking her hands back and said with a cold face, "The temporary patrolman has no right to get a gun."

"Ha, I know...but the bounty hunter has it."

"Then are you a fucking temporary patrolman or a bounty hunter?"

"Okay, I decided to accept this cute little stick." Weize was as good as the stream.

"Your gun can be stored in me first and then taken back after get off work." The middle-aged female policewoman added expressionlessly.

"As for order, police officer." Weize handed over Order 3.

"Do you have any other contraband?"

Weize spread his hands, "As you can see, I am as brand new and clean as a newborn baby."

"Then don't stand here and delay my work, next."

"I, I!" Dali raised his hand and came up with a smile.

However, the middle-aged female policewoman was not grateful. She glanced at Dali's figure and couldn't help but complain, "Oh my God, I don't understand. If there are so many people on this planet, do they have to find me a fat pig? Where the hell can I find him a suitable uniform?!"
Chapter completed!