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Chapter 25 Mystery

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    The sun rises among the clouds, shining on the other side of the city, in a quiet building, the sun shines on the messy desks through the open window lattice.

    The cigarette butt was placed on the ashtray, and the smoke was slowly green, and then it was taken by the outstretched hand, and it was put between the dry lips to take a puff.

    In the noisy Chicago Police Department, Inspector Fred exhaled smoke, looking at the pictures of the scene taken this morning and several unsightly corpses spread out on the table.

    Soon, he folded them together and put them in the file bag, held the cigarette butt between his fingers, and rubbed his face vigorously.

    "plum"

    The sun shone on the man's tired face. Regarding the case that happened, he felt even more painful about what the young Asians around him treated as students.

    "I treat you as a student"

    "Why are you doing this!"

    Although he had vaguely guessed the other party's identity, he still couldn't let go of the young man's smile. After all, he had been with him for a year and had been a partner for a year.  To be trained as a qualified policeman is to invest in emotions.

    As an important member of the criminal case team, he couldn't ignore it.

    The police station was noisy and noisy. The arrested people were sitting on the bench waiting for questioning, still arguing with the police with their necks stiff. The loud noise made Fred hit the table with his fist. He stood up and stretched his neck.  He pulled towards a provocative black policewoman and punched him in the face.

    "Son of a bitch! It's you black people who keep the crime rate in this city so high!!"

    Beating and pulling, he dragged the other party to a square table next to him for handling the case. The pen container and documents were pushed away with a clatter. Fred pressed his elbow on the other party's neck.  The loud roar attracted the stunned looks of the surrounding police officers and criminals.

    The pressed black criminal, with his hands clasped behind his back, struggled and shouted with his face flushed.

    "I can't breathe Officer, I can't breathe."

    "Then shut up!!!"

    Fred yelled again and called a few times. In the corridor outside the office, a group of people in suits was approaching. The police officer who saw him from a distance hurried to the furious man.

    "Detective, the people from CIA are here."

    In the voice, Fred turned his head. Several people entered the office. The white man with a high nose bridge and a pointed chin did not even look at the wailing black criminal, and said with a smile: "Inspector Fred, this case has already been settled  It is beyond the scope of the Chicago police, and the higher authorities have already let us take over, please give me the case process and some evidence."

    In fact, there are not many evidences in the case. The most valuable thing has been taken away by Li Ran, and the rest are only some photos of the scene and some confessions.

    The man patted the file bag, chuckled twice, turned and left.

    "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you one thing."

    The cia man turned his head and pointed his finger at Fred, "Inspector Fred, you have been temporarily suspended because your ignorance has made Professor Harris' hard work go to waste, go back and repent and fight for  Return to this position as soon as possible, or, downgrade to a small police officer."

    The U.S. police system does not like these federal agents, and is even unhappy. These sarcastic remarks have even attracted the anger of the surrounding Chicago police.

    Watching them go away, they cursed one by one, and even smashed the files and materials in their hands.

    "These guys with upturned nostrils will suffer sooner or later."

    " Those who kill the assassins will definitely blow their heads."

    "I'm also waiting to see the joke."

    "When they need to call us for reinforcements, I think my feet will hurt and I won't be able to go."

    "At that time, my wife will have a baby."

    Noisy and noisy, Fred looked at the corridor where the group of people were going away, put out the cigarette butts in his hand, and walked to his own desk. The noisy words gradually died down. When someone came to comfort him, he waved his hand  .

    "No, just take a vacation, just right, go back and spend time with your wife and daughter."

    He packed up his personal belongings, took out the paper from the drawer, and drew various lines on it. From Harris to the case of Putons Street last night, he made a clear plan. He looked at the Chinatown connected by the above lines, and suddenly  With a laugh, he casually threw the paper into the shredder.

    "Now I am a suspended inspector, and I have no obligation to help you."

    Take your own items and fight your colleaguesAfter a few greetings, he walked out of the police building easily. The bright sun shone, and Fred squinted his eyes, feeling much better.

    At least Li will not fall into his hands, and that mysterious person CIA will not go after him, and his energy will definitely be on Li. After all, things are the most important thing. Kill a few assassins, whether it is CIA or the Chicago Police Department  , didn't take it too seriously.

    "I hope he's all right."

    Looking at the sky above the street, white clouds are slowly floating like fluff. Because of the rain last night, the road surface is wet, the car runs over a puddle of water, sparkling waves, the street pedestrians come and go, or sit on the side of the road for a long time.  The chair looks at the newspaper in her hand; the woman with the dog walks in the park, smiling and saying hello to the people she knows.

    Enjoying the comfort after the rain is different. In Chinatown, it is bustling and noisy. Chinese young people selling sales, visiting one after another, are rejected, exit with a smile on their faces, wipe the sweat on their faces, and then go to another one; carry gas  The can laborer pedaled his three wheels and screamed towards a certain rental building. A woman in pajamas poked her head out of the window with several underwear hanging, asking him to deliver the can.

    In the nearby Long Kee Tea Restaurant, the checkout people left, and the clerk came in to greet another group of customers. The fat old man greeted him twice, put two bags of takeaways on the counter, and yelled at the kitchen.

    "Ahu, deliver food, from Tianzitang!"

    In the aisle of the kitchen, a big man sitting on a stool holding a bucket of rice and scooping it into his mouth, put down the wooden bucket for steaming rice, wiped the rice grains from his beard, stuffed it into his mouth, came out and took the takeaway on the counter, and went straight to  Riding on the women's bicycle outside, amidst the creaking sound of the chain disc rubbing, the old bear rang the bell crookedly like a bicycle, and followed the address,

    Soon, he stopped in front of a beauty shop.

    "Whose takeaway do you have?"

    Push open the glass door and touch the wind chime hanging on the door. Behind the front counter, there is a little Caucasian girl at the front desk. Seeing the tall figure coming in, and the face with bushy beard and fierce eyes, she quickly put down her phone and stood up helplessly.  .

    Having an unfamiliar Chinese, he stammered and asked, "You deliver food?"

    "It doesn't look like it?"

    "Like robbing" Realizing that she said something wrong, the little girl quickly shut up and changed her words: "Wait a minute, I'll ask upstairs who ordered it."

    Somewhat panicked, I grabbed the landline at the side and asked a few times. After a while, the stairs inside gradually came down with a few women.  I pinched and touched him a few times with my hands, and walked away laughing, and opened the lunch box to eat.

    "Ah Hu!"

    In the stairwell, there were still people coming down. Seeing the back who was about to go out, the woman quickly stopped him, "Come here, don't even say to see my sister."

    Hearing this voice, Wang Ruhu didn't know who it was, but he was a little curious.

    "Sister Lan, are you working in this beauty salon?"

    "Of course, let's not talk about it, I still have a guest, you go ahead." The woman didn't keep him any longer, she wiped the sweat from the side of her face with a smile, and told him to be careful on the road.

    Although it was noon time at this time, he hadn't finished his work and still needed to be busy. Wang Ruhu also understood, nodded, and before he got on the bicycle, he heard the sound of "cracking" inside.

    Um?

    The tripod that was opened was put back again, Wang Ruhu turned his head and looked into the store, and the women eating on both sides of the hall also looked in, pinching their chopsticks and telling him to leave quickly.

    "There is nothing to see, this is a common thing, you go quickly." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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