"If you can't do it, then return the name card to me and I'll go talk to the warden about it." Delisle turned his wrists, palms upward, rolled his eyes, and looked sideways at the ceiling.
Prondo had begun to curse in his heart, but he still maintained the demeanor of the police chief on his face. He opened the drawer and put his hand on the name card, but did not take it out, "Even if I give it to you, you have seen it." The warden may not be able to see those three people."
Delisle was not an ignorant sissy who had just entered society. He sneered and still looked at the ceiling, "You don't have to give it to me, but I can go to Mrs. Vivian and ask for another one. I will give it to you here." Tell her everything that happened. I think she might be very unhappy!"
This sentence made Prondeau raise his arm. He took the name card and put it on the table, but still didn't hand it to Delisle. He still needed to work harder, "I'm very sorry. Until now, I still haven't given it to Delisle." I don't know your name is... Delisle? Okay, Mr. Delisle, I can return the name card to you, but have you considered how to find the warden? Are you sure you know how to contact the warden? Do you want to deal with it?”
"That's a barbaric man. He's dangerous and rude. It's better... like this!" Prondeau's mind was spinning at the same speed as when his wife discovered his affair. If he got close to his head, he would turn his ears. Sticking to his scalp, you can even hear the splattering sound of the brain spinning, "I will take you and this name card to find the warden, and then I will persuade him to agree to your request. After all, you His request is to vent his anger on someone who already belongs to him on his territory. This is also a rude behavior to him, don’t you think?”
Prondo, who spoke more smoothly, had a smile on his face, "You should have heard that the prisoners call the warden the king, so those prisoners are actually the king's subjects, so this matter needs to be communicated. I have some relationship with the warden, so I should be able to talk things through to him, and then you will have a chance to express your feelings properly!"
Delisle hesitated for a moment and finally nodded, "But you have to hurry up. I have to go back to see Mrs. Vivian before five o'clock in the evening. I will definitely not be the unlucky one who delays my time."
"No problem!" Prondo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He handed the name card to Delisle and walked out from behind the table at the same time. "You sit down for a while and I will arrange the work. At most We'll leave in five minutes and take my police car."
After achieving his goal, Delisle did not want to make trouble unreasonably. He sat quietly at the bar and poured a glass of wine under Prondeau's warm reception.
This sitting lasted almost ten minutes.
After Plando left the office, he immediately found an old police officer who was familiar with him. He did not dare to find young police officers because he knew that these young people who had just transferred from the police academy or the army were He has a sense of justice that makes people speechless. Being a police officer requires a sense of justice, but it also depends on when. Having a strong sense of justice every moment can only be a bad thing.
"Did Cod and the others send them off?" Prondo asked after the two reached the stairs on the first floor. The old police officer nodded and responded to him. Cord and his team had been walking for about an hour. This answer completely reassured Prondeau. From the police station to the regional prison, you need to cross the entire city, leave the city and continue walking for about 20 kilometers before reaching the outskirts of the prison.
The reason why the escorting vehicle is not fast is not because the road is bad or the car is bad. There is actually another gray rule here. Sometimes when some prisoners are being escorted to prison, their relatives, friends or even superiors in the gang will be waiting on the roadside. They will tell the prisoner something, or comfort the prisoner's emotions. In the process of violating the rules, they will also give some benefits to the police responsible for escorting him.
Money is the most common, sometimes it is less than twenty or thirty yuan, sometimes it is more than thirty or fifty yuan or even hundreds of yuan. In addition, there are cigarettes and alcohol available. Escorting prisoners is a very lucrative job, so these police officers drive as slowly as they can on the road. They wish they could drive for a year and a half.
Calculating the time, they should have just left the city.
Prondo immediately looked around, lowered his voice and ordered: "Go to Gedol immediately, tell him that something has changed, and ask him to stop the escort car, and then beat those three guys hard. Beat them up, so that at least they can't be seen, and you follow him." He patted the old police officer's shoulder hard, pressed his mouth on the other person's neck and squeezed slightly, "Understood. ?”
The old police officer's face turned pale and he nodded vigorously, "I understand. Find Gedol and beat those three guys beyond recognition. I'll be with them."
"Very good!" Prondo praised generously, "Don't kill people, but make sure you can't see their original appearance, and ask them to do it immediately. After you finish, go to the prison first. If you see My police car is waiting outside. If you don’t see my police car, please ask the escort car to slow down. Do you understand?”
"Well, I understand, you can't be beaten to death. I'll go to the prison first. If you're here, I'll wait for you outside. If you're not here, just ask the escort vehicle to stop." The old police officer changed slightly, but Pu Lang Duo did not object.
Plando let go of his hand, adjusted the other person's collar, and swept the other person's shoulder, "There must be no mistakes in this matter. If you do it well, Godol will not lose your benefits. After a while, I will always be happy." When Ender retires, be ready."
The old police officer was excited. Ender was the director of the branch. There were four branches in Turner City. Although the powers of the branch directors were not necessarily very high, this was a leap forward. This means that one day he will have the opportunity to aspire to be the regional police chief. Even if he cannot, he will still have great power within the jurisdiction of the branch. Power often turns into financial resources inexplicably. For a middle-aged veteran police officer like him, apart from power, he is only interested in money.
Looking at the back of the old police officer running out, Plando breathed a sigh of relief. He hid in the archives room, stared at the wall clock, and waited for almost ten minutes, calculating that the old police officer should have contacted Godol before walking out of the archives room.
He opened the door to the director's office with a smile, "Are you anxious? The work is too busy, let's set off now!"
(End of chapter)