Mrs. Wei Wei'an quickly left the Tener Police Station. She didn't like this place, and there were "indecent" things flowing everywhere.

It's not that there is something here that makes her feel disgusted, and it is impossible for anyone to dare to make indecent gestures at her. The so-called "indecent" to her can be regarded as indecent, vulgar, ugly, dirty A collection of dirty descriptions such as dirty. She was like spotless sacred silverware, clean and holy, but it was full of filth and nasty things.

He watched Mrs. Vivian's car go, and Prando sat down on the chair with a slumped face. It was time to get off work. He hummed a little song a minute ago and planned to put on his casual clothes and relax in the bar. But after a minute, he could only keep out any swear words from his mouth as much as possible.

Hell, the city of Tener is very small, but no small city will ever have only three or five people, or three or fifty people. This is a city, not a kindergarten. The ghost knows exactly what the guy depicted in the three portraits on the table is and where he lives. And the slightly twisted lines ... Prando can't find the adjective anymore, he thinks that if someone can really grow into this ghost, then they must be the devil's son, and their mother is the devil, because the person is It is absolutely impossible to grow like this.

If someone else ordered him, he still has a chance to perfunctory. After all, he is a director and there are many things. Isn't it normal to transfer the commission to his subordinates? Wait until the other person finds it again, and then push out a small police officer who looks unpleasant to the eye, and the matter is almost resolved-everyone is a smart person, and he shows that he can do nothing in this way. To force him, that is to deliberately find fault.

Find a police chief?

Ha ha……!

But Mrs. Vivian is not the same. Neither her husband nor her own power and energy can be perfunctory by the director of a regional police station in Prando. He can guarantee that if these three people cannot be found out in the short term, he will definitely have a big trouble! Trouble is something everyone doesn't like, because trouble means loss.

It is possible to lose money, it is possible to lose the police cap, or it may be to lose other important things.

Just as Prandeau called two police officers together to frown, Xiu En, who had just woke up, yawned down the second floor. As he walked, he rubbed his eyes wet with yawns, and at the same time he Slightly dry rubbing rubbing off.

觉 This sleep is so comfortable, he is still intoxicated by the perfect sleep before, falling asleep in the sun is definitely a treat!

When he was about to leave the police station, he was attracted by the lights behind him. He hesitated for about 0.5 seconds. His original plan was to find a bar, then find a more open girl, and come back to sleep together after playing all night. After 0.5 seconds, wondering whether it was conscience or curiosity, he walked to the police chief's office, which should have been closed early.

The moment he opened the door, his mouth twitched, and Prandol showed two policemen in their forties who were in their forties but could not name them, glaring at three portraits of him standing on the desk, three people. His eyes were red, and there was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground, smoking.

"What's wrong? Master's work?" His curiosity was even stronger, he couldn't help speaking out, walked over, walked between the three and the portrait, carefully looked out, and stretched out his little thumb, using a narrow narrow Long nails drew his ears. "You hired a new artist? If I were you, I'd let him get out of the business immediately. If I didn't know these three moles, I wouldn't know that this thing was painted by a human!"

The next second, Xiu En only felt that the moment he seemed to speak grew at least two inches tall, and he slammed Prando's hands clenching his collar tightly. "Put me down, what can we communicate, I just Stolen a few bottles of wine, can't you do this to me ?! "

Prando froze, looking subconsciously towards the wine cabinet. His wine cabinet is shaped like an x-shaped fence, composed of wooden boards, which can hold a total of thirty-two bottles of wine. Before Xiu Enlai, he remembered that every space in his wine cabinet was filled with good wines sent by others, but now ... he counted and there were eleven bottles left.

Why not found before?

This **** guy!

When Prando just wanted to do something, his hands suddenly fell loose. He picked up a portrait of three things like wild strawberry on his face, put it in front of Xiu En and asked loudly: "You know this Guy ?! "

"Relax man, I just want to say a word ... what do you want to know, I promise to say anything, do you want to know the color of my underwear?" Xiu En raised his hands, a flattering smile on his face, Prando's barrel was against his chin, causing him to twist his neck uncomfortably ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ By the way, do you mean this person? Of course, I know him. He is Godol's subordinate, named Cod. During the 11 years of joining the Godol gang, he was charged six times, four of which were released in court because of insufficient evidence, and two were released in court. He obtained the defendant's forgiveness and withdrew his case privately. There is a photo of this guy in the 33rd document of the first drawer in the filing cabinet's seventeenth cabinet called "Gordall Criminal Group"! "

Whether it was Prando or the two old police officers, they looked at each other, but they were hit by the gun against their chin. Is this necessary?

Prando stowed his pistol, tilted his head, and an old police officer ran to the archives immediately. He pointed to the wine cooler with a smile, "It's all for you."

Xiu En originally had some complaints on his face, and suddenly became a brow smile next second. He barely touched Prando's shoulder and patted his back fiercely. "Good brother, since you are so generous, I won't I don't care about your rudeness. I'll post these things here and drink them when I need them! "He suddenly tightened his face," It's all mine, don't you drink it! "

He said he patted his buttocks and left the office. If it wasn't for Prando's identity, he might have treated him as a gangster just released from the cage.

Soon, the old policeman took Cod's file, and a photo of a ferocious guy with a bald forehead appeared in front of him.

Contrast with the portrait sent by Mrs. Vivian, Prandeau drew the corners of his mouth. Even if the real person stood here and compared with the portrait, I am afraid that this guy would not be associated with the portrait.

He patted the table vigorously, "Let the police officer on duty go to this guy immediately, and prepare another car. I'm going to see Godol!"