Mrs. Vivian soon left Turnell Police Station. She did not like the place and there was "obscenity" flowing everywhere.
It's not that there is anything here that makes her feel disgusted, and it's impossible for anyone to dare to make indecent moves towards her. To her, the so-called "dirty" can be seen as indecent, vulgar, ugly, and dirty. A collection of negative adjectives such as dirty. She is like spotless sacred silver, clean and holy, but here is full of filth and disgusting things.
Watching Mrs. Vivian's car drive away, Prondeau slumped on his chair with a dejected look on his face. It was already time to get off work. A minute ago, he was humming a tune and planned to change into casual clothes and go to the bar to relax. But after a minute, he could only try his best not to let any curse words come out of his mouth.
Hell, Tenel City is small and good, but no matter how small a city is, there will never be only three or five people, or thirty or fifty people. This is a city, not a kindergarten. Who knows the names of the guys depicted in the three portraits on the table and where they live. And those slightly twisted lines... Prondo couldn't find any adjectives. He felt that if someone could really look like this, then they must all be the sons of the devil, and their mothers are the devil, because humans are absolutely It's absolutely impossible to look like this.
If someone else gives him an order, he still has a chance to deal with it. After all, he is a director and has a lot to do. Isn't it normal to hand over the entrustment to his subordinates? When the other party comes back again, and then pushes out a certain little police officer who he dislikes to take the blame, the matter is almost solved - everyone is a smart person. In this way, he has shown that he is powerless. If the other party still wants to force him, He is deliberately looking for trouble.
Picking a fight with a police chief
hehe… !
But Mrs. Vivian is different. Neither her husband nor her own power and energy can be dealt with by the regional police chief of Plando. He can guarantee that if these three people cannot be found in a short time, he will definitely be in big trouble! No one likes trouble, because trouble means loss.
It is possible to lose money, it is possible to lose a police hat, and it is possible to lose other important things.
Just when Prondo called the two police officers and frowned together, Xiuen, who had just woken up, yawned and came down from the second floor. As he walked, he rubbed his eyes that were moist from yawning, and at the same time, he Rub away some dry and hard eye mucus.
It was a really comfortable sleep. He was still immersed in the perfect sleep before. Falling asleep under the sun was definitely a pleasure!
As he was about to leave the police station, he was attracted by the light behind him. He hesitated for about 0.5 seconds. His original plan was to go to a bar and find a girl who was more open-minded, play all night, and then come back and sleep in together. After half a second, whether because of conscience or curiosity, he walked to the police chief's office, which should have been closed early.
The moment he opened the door, he twitched the corner of his mouth. Prondo revealed two familiar police officers in their forties, but could not name them, and stared at the three portraits he had placed on his desk. His eyes were red, and there were a bunch of cigarette butts on the ground, still smoking.
"What's wrong? The master's work?" His curiosity became more intense and he couldn't help but speak out. He walked over and walked between the three people and the portrait. After reading it carefully, he stretched out his little finger and pointed with a narrow finger. He dug his ears with his long nails, "You hired a new painter? If I were you, I would tell him to get out immediately. If I hadn't known these three moles, I wouldn't have known that this thing was painting people!"
The next second, Xiu En only felt as if he had grown at least two inches in the moment he spoke. He slapped Prondo's hands that were tightly holding his collar, "Put me down. We can communicate if there is anything. I just I stole a few bottles of wine from you, why don’t you do this to me?”
Plando was stunned and subconsciously looked at the wine cabinet. His wine cabinet is shaped like an X-shaped fence and is made of wooden boards. It can hold a total of thirty-two bottles of wine. Before Xiu En came, he remembered that every space in his wine cabinet was filled with good wines given to him by others, but now... he counted and there were eleven bottles left.
Why hasn't it been discovered before
This damn guy!
When Prondo was about to do something, his hands suddenly loosened up. He picked up a portrait with three things that looked like wild strawberries on its face, placed it in front of Xiu En, and asked loudly: "Do you know this person?" Guy?"
"Relax, buddy, I'm just saying something casually... Whatever you want to know, I promise I'll tell you everything. Do you want to know the color of my underwear?" Xiuen raised his hands with a flattering smile on his face, Pu The barrel of Rondo's gun pressed against his chin, causing him to twist his neck uncomfortably. "By the way, are you talking about this person? Of course I know him. He is Godol's subordinate, named Code. He joined the song. During the eleven years of the Dole gang, they were prosecuted six times, four of which were released in court due to lack of evidence. Two of them were forgiven by the defendants and the charges were dropped. The seventeenth entry in the archives was written. There is a photo of this guy in the thirty-third document in the first drawer of the "Gedol Crime Group"!"
Both Prondeau and the two old police officers looked at each other in shock, but their chins were pressed with guns. Is it necessary to do this
Prondo put away his pistol and tilted his head, and an old police officer immediately ran towards the archives room. He pointed to the wine cabinet with a smile, "I've given it to you."
Xiu En had some complaints on his face at first, but in the next second he suddenly turned into a smile. He exposed Plando's shoulders intimately and patted him hard on the back, "Good brother, since you are so generous, I won't Forget about your rudeness before. I will store these things here until I need them!" He suddenly tightened his face and said, "These are all mine, don't drink them secretly!"
As he spoke, he patted his butt and waddled out of the office. If Prondo hadn't known this guy's identity, he might have been mistaken for a gang member who had just been released from the cage.
Soon, the old police officer took Cord's file over, and a photo of a guy with a bald forehead and a fierce look appeared in front of him.
After comparing the portrait sent by Mrs. Vivian, Plando's mouth twitched. Even if a real person stood here and compared the portrait, I'm afraid he wouldn't associate this guy with the portrait.
He slammed the table hard and said, "Ask the police officer on duty to find this guy immediately. Prepare another car. I want to see Gedol!"
I was so exhausted that I only drank a little water from morning to eight o'clock in the evening. I was so busy that I didn't even take a bite. Too tired, go to bed first
(End of chapter)