Chapter 254
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When he came out of the room, the cold air made the senior agent of the Saibin branch of the FBI take a breath. The cold air made him slightly fuming and recovered a lot.
He patted his cheeks a few times, wrapped his clothes around him, complained a little about the weather and walked towards the parked car on the side of the road.
The female agent behind him also drank some wine. At this time, her face turned red, and the cold air in front of her also cooled her burning face quickly.
"You drive!" the male agent said and sat in the co driver's seat.
The female agent sat obediently in the driver's seat, inserted the key into the lock cylinder and started the car. She was silent or focused, but the male agent sitting in the co driver's seat could feel something hidden in her heart.
When the car started slowly and drove out of the community, he pursed his mouth, "do you think I did wrong?"
The female agent did not speak, shook her head and continued to look at the road in front of her, but the male agent knew he was right.
"You don't think we should be close to Lynch, drink with him, or so..." he choked when he said this, and then found a word to describe what he wanted to express, "we shouldn't leave so Philistine, right?"
Although the female agent didn't make a sound, her expression had explained everything. The male agent sighed, "when I first entered the industry, like you, I always thought I would be the bane of sin. I would catch all the criminals, and nothing could stop me."
"But do you know what I think now?"
The female agent's attention was attracted by him. Just then they passed an intersection. The red light stopped them. The female agent shook her head, "I don't know."
The male agent looked at the sky outside the window and sighed, "only if we live and keep our jobs, can we have a chance to do justice."
"You think Lynch is just an ordinary businessman, but he is not. He has a very good relationship with mark and the mayor. It is said that he was also invited to the president's inauguration celebration."
"The most important thing is that he is very rich. Do you know the value of money?"
The red light outside the window began to flash. The female agent bit her lip and shook her head.
The male agent sneered, "you know, but you don't want to face it."
"He can easily let us lose our jobs. People like us engage in such jobs. Once we lose our identity, it is definitely not an interesting thing."
"Just in time, there will be an example these days to let you understand that some things are nothing in the eyes of some people..."
"I'm not just protecting myself!"
On the other hand, the supporting police who had confirmed that the alarm was false began to return to their posts, but the police who went to Vera's house to carry out the search were asked to go directly back to the police station, where they would be handed over to others.
This kind of thing does not often happen, but it is also possible. In the whole thing, the police only assisted the FBI agents in the search, and they are not the main body.
As soon as the policewoman who humiliated Vera got out of the car, the assistant of the branch director appeared in front of her and informed her that the director asked her to go.
In the Federation, the police agency is composed of a local police station and many police branches. Among them, the local police station does not deal with ordinary police work, but prefers administrative work.
The police branch is the front-line police station, which is responsible for most of the police work.
Each sub Bureau has a sub director as the highest officer in charge of daily work, so the basic police officers can see the director every day, although they are only the director of the police sub Bureau.
The policewoman tidied up her appearance outside the director's office and shrunk her stomach to avoid looking so "bloated".
During this period of time, there has been an argument in the society that the police team has no combat effectiveness because they are too fat and lazy. In fact, this is a reprimand and emotional vent for the disappointing performance of the police during the general strike.
But for the police, this has also become a problem that puzzles them.
Knocked on the door. With the consent of the director, the policewoman entered the office.
The branch director glanced at her and put down the work at hand, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked at her for a moment, and then said in a calm, not too emotional tone, "Someone complained about your unreasonable attitude in the process of law enforcement, and a fast food restaurant complained to us that when you buy a set meal there every day, you will ask them to give you an extra glass of orange juice with sugar and an extra beef pie. Is there such a thing?"
When the director of the branch said this, the female police showed an incredible expression on her face, and the law enforcement was unreasonable... If this was taken as a standard of conduct, all the police in the entire federal police system would not meet the director's requirements in this regard.
You should know that they are all possible or criminals. They can't treat these people with a standard smile like the front desk of the hotel and emphasize stupid words such as "have you committed a crime, sir?" or "are you willing to surrender and accept our treatment, sir" with a social rear nasal voice. They must use force to deter these people.
Therefore, most complaints about the police's attitude towards law enforcement will not become a trouble for police officers. At best, they can make a report to explain the specific situation, so as to fool them in front of the media.
As for the fast food restaurant, what the director of the branch said is indeed true, but these are not what she strongly demands. She just wants the other party to give more when she buys a set meal for two each time.
Isn't this normal? Even ordinary people will put forward such an idea.
The sweetened orange juice and extra beef pie were also sent voluntarily, which had little to do with her. As far as she knew, most policemen who bought fast food there would receive an extra glass of juice or coffee.
The policewoman was just about to argue. The director waved his hand and didn't give her a chance to speak. "Well, I know from your expression that these things are true. Hand over your badge and gun, and the Discipline Department will investigate this matter."
"If there is no problem, you will come back, but if there is a problem...", the director paused here a little, "I hope you can take the initiative to explain."
The policewoman still wanted to argue for herself, but the director still didn't give her a chance, "badge, gun, and then remember to close the door when you go out!"
The policewoman was very unwilling, full of anger that she didn't know who to vent to, put the badge and gun on the director's desk, and then slammed the door and left.
The director looked at the door still shaking slightly and sighed slightly.
In fact, there is no complaint, but an excuse. Those people in fast food restaurants are not stupid enough to complain to a policeman for an extra glass of worthless orange juice and worthless beef pie every time.
What really forced him to do so was the phone call given to him by the director of the regional police station. The general content was that she had offended someone. It was best to let her leave work temporarily and make plans after cold treatment for a period of time.
The policewoman came home sulking and didn't leave her room for two days. Even her husband and children asked her if something had happened, but she didn't say anything.
She doesn't want her problems to affect her family's life and make them worry about herself.
The next afternoon, she suddenly received a phone call from her child's school. I hope they can go there.
The policewoman's husband also has his own job. He is an ordinary worker. It is difficult to find a job recently, so he didn't ask for leave, but asked the policewoman to go to school alone.
Before she went to the children's school, people always showed fear and avoidance to her police uniform, but this time she didn't wear a police uniform, just an ordinary dress.
As soon as she entered the headmaster's office, she saw her child, a lovely boy in his teens. At this time, his face was full of tears. His expression changed constantly between stubbornness and the grievances after seeing his relatives, and he cried.
The policewoman sat hard in the chair. The chair was too small for her to put her big ass in.
"... madam, your son stole other people's things at school..."
Before the headmaster's words were finished, the policewoman's son shouted, "that's not true, I didn't!"
The headmaster just looked at the two people indifferently, and then continued, "I don't intend to call the police, but I hope you can take your child back and make it clear to him when I think it's appropriate and when to let him back..."
The policewoman was a little confused and naughty, but the child who almost never made such a mistake was walking home.
As a policeman, her child has a clear stand on right and wrong. He certainly won't do that, but his classmates, teachers and principals all say he did, which makes her don't know who to trust.
At the moment when the mother and son came home in silence, she accidentally saw her husband's shoes at the door. You know, this time is far from the time of work. Her husband should be working.
When she entered the living room, she saw her decadent and tired husband sitting on the sofa with a wine bottle in his hand. The whole person had fallen into a certain state of drunkenness.
Perhaps seeing his wife, the man suddenly cried bitterly. While crying, he wiped his tears. "They fired me. I've worked for them for nearly ten years. They fired me for no reason..."
The woman looked at her son and her husband blankly. She didn't know what was wrong. For a moment, the whole life changed and became a mess.
She saw herself in the standing mirror and looked at the loss on her face. She seemed to suddenly understand why she met these things.
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When he came out of the room, the cold air made the senior agent of the Saibin branch of the FBI take a breath. The cold air made him slightly fuming and recovered a lot.
He patted his cheeks a few times, wrapped his clothes around him, complained a little about the weather and walked towards the parked car on the side of the road.
The female agent behind him also drank some wine. At this time, her face turned red, and the cold air in front of her also cooled her burning face quickly.
"You drive!" the male agent said and sat in the co driver's seat.
The female agent sat obediently in the driver's seat, inserted the key into the lock cylinder and started the car. She was silent or focused, but the male agent sitting in the co driver's seat could feel something hidden in her heart.
When the car started slowly and drove out of the community, he pursed his mouth, "do you think I did wrong?"
The female agent did not speak, shook her head and continued to look at the road in front of her, but the male agent knew he was right.
"You don't think we should be close to Lynch, drink with him, or so..." he choked when he said this, and then found a word to describe what he wanted to express, "we shouldn't leave so Philistine, right?"
Although the female agent didn't make a sound, her expression had explained everything. The male agent sighed, "when I first entered the industry, like you, I always thought I would be the bane of sin. I would catch all the criminals, and nothing could stop me."
"But do you know what I think now?"
The female agent's attention was attracted by him. Just then they passed an intersection. The red light stopped them. The female agent shook her head, "I don't know."
The male agent looked at the sky outside the window and sighed, "only if we live and keep our jobs, can we have a chance to do justice."
"You think Lynch is just an ordinary businessman, but he is not. He has a very good relationship with mark and the mayor. It is said that he was also invited to the president's inauguration celebration."
"The most important thing is that he is very rich. Do you know the value of money?"
The red light outside the window began to flash. The female agent bit her lip and shook her head.
The male agent sneered, "you know, but you don't want to face it."
"He can easily let us lose our jobs. People like us engage in such jobs. Once we lose our identity, it is definitely not an interesting thing."
"Just in time, there will be an example these days to let you understand that some things are nothing in the eyes of some people..."
"I'm not just protecting myself!"
On the other hand, the supporting police who had confirmed that the alarm was false began to return to their posts, but the police who went to Vera's house to carry out the search were asked to go directly back to the police station, where they would be handed over to others.
This kind of thing does not often happen, but it is also possible. In the whole thing, the police only assisted the FBI agents in the search, and they are not the main body.
As soon as the policewoman who humiliated Vera got out of the car, the assistant of the branch director appeared in front of her and informed her that the director asked her to go.
In the Federation, the police agency is composed of a local police station and many police branches. Among them, the local police station does not deal with ordinary police work, but prefers administrative work.
The police branch is the front-line police station, which is responsible for most of the police work.
Each sub Bureau has a sub director as the highest officer in charge of daily work, so the basic police officers can see the director every day, although they are only the director of the police sub Bureau.
The policewoman tidied up her appearance outside the director's office and shrunk her stomach to avoid looking so "bloated".
During this period of time, there has been an argument in the society that the police team has no combat effectiveness because they are too fat and lazy. In fact, this is a reprimand and emotional vent for the disappointing performance of the police during the general strike.
But for the police, this has also become a problem that puzzles them.
Knocked on the door. With the consent of the director, the policewoman entered the office.
The branch director glanced at her and put down the work at hand, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked at her for a moment, and then said in a calm, not too emotional tone, "Someone complained about your unreasonable attitude in the process of law enforcement, and a fast food restaurant complained to us that when you buy a set meal there every day, you will ask them to give you an extra glass of orange juice with sugar and an extra beef pie. Is there such a thing?"
When the director of the branch said this, the female police showed an incredible expression on her face, and the law enforcement was unreasonable... If this was taken as a standard of conduct, all the police in the entire federal police system would not meet the director's requirements in this regard.
You should know that they are all possible or criminals. They can't treat these people with a standard smile like the front desk of the hotel and emphasize stupid words such as "have you committed a crime, sir?" or "are you willing to surrender and accept our treatment, sir" with a social rear nasal voice. They must use force to deter these people.
Therefore, most complaints about the police's attitude towards law enforcement will not become a trouble for police officers. At best, they can make a report to explain the specific situation, so as to fool them in front of the media.
As for the fast food restaurant, what the director of the branch said is indeed true, but these are not what she strongly demands. She just wants the other party to give more when she buys a set meal for two each time.
Isn't this normal? Even ordinary people will put forward such an idea.
The sweetened orange juice and extra beef pie were also sent voluntarily, which had little to do with her. As far as she knew, most policemen who bought fast food there would receive an extra glass of juice or coffee.
The policewoman was just about to argue. The director waved his hand and didn't give her a chance to speak. "Well, I know from your expression that these things are true. Hand over your badge and gun, and the Discipline Department will investigate this matter."
"If there is no problem, you will come back, but if there is a problem...", the director paused here a little, "I hope you can take the initiative to explain."
The policewoman still wanted to argue for herself, but the director still didn't give her a chance, "badge, gun, and then remember to close the door when you go out!"
The policewoman was very unwilling, full of anger that she didn't know who to vent to, put the badge and gun on the director's desk, and then slammed the door and left.
The director looked at the door still shaking slightly and sighed slightly.
In fact, there is no complaint, but an excuse. Those people in fast food restaurants are not stupid enough to complain to a policeman for an extra glass of worthless orange juice and worthless beef pie every time.
What really forced him to do so was the phone call given to him by the director of the regional police station. The general content was that she had offended someone. It was best to let her leave work temporarily and make plans after cold treatment for a period of time.
The policewoman came home sulking and didn't leave her room for two days. Even her husband and children asked her if something had happened, but she didn't say anything.
She doesn't want her problems to affect her family's life and make them worry about herself.
The next afternoon, she suddenly received a phone call from her child's school. I hope they can go there.
The policewoman's husband also has his own job. He is an ordinary worker. It is difficult to find a job recently, so he didn't ask for leave, but asked the policewoman to go to school alone.
Before she went to the children's school, people always showed fear and avoidance to her police uniform, but this time she didn't wear a police uniform, just an ordinary dress.
As soon as she entered the headmaster's office, she saw her child, a lovely boy in his teens. At this time, his face was full of tears. His expression changed constantly between stubbornness and the grievances after seeing his relatives, and he cried.
The policewoman sat hard in the chair. The chair was too small for her to put her big ass in.
"... madam, your son stole other people's things at school..."
Before the headmaster's words were finished, the policewoman's son shouted, "that's not true, I didn't!"
The headmaster just looked at the two people indifferently, and then continued, "I don't intend to call the police, but I hope you can take your child back and make it clear to him when I think it's appropriate and when to let him back..."
The policewoman was a little confused and naughty, but the child who almost never made such a mistake was walking home.
As a policeman, her child has a clear stand on right and wrong. He certainly won't do that, but his classmates, teachers and principals all say he did, which makes her don't know who to trust.
At the moment when the mother and son came home in silence, she accidentally saw her husband's shoes at the door. You know, this time is far from the time of work. Her husband should be working.
When she entered the living room, she saw her decadent and tired husband sitting on the sofa with a wine bottle in his hand. The whole person had fallen into a certain state of drunkenness.
Perhaps seeing his wife, the man suddenly cried bitterly. While crying, he wiped his tears. "They fired me. I've worked for them for nearly ten years. They fired me for no reason..."
The woman looked at her son and her husband blankly. She didn't know what was wrong. For a moment, the whole life changed and became a mess.
She saw herself in the standing mirror and looked at the loss on her face. She seemed to suddenly understand why she met these things.
When he came out of the room, the cold air made the senior agent of the Saibin branch of the FBI take a breath. The cold air made him slightly fuming and recovered a lot.He patted his cheeks a few times, wrapped his clothes around him, complained a little about the weather and walked towards the parked car on the side of the road.The female agent behind him also drank some wine. At this time, her face turned red, and the cold air in front of her also cooled her burning face quickly."You drive!" the male agent said and sat in the co driver's seat.The female agent sat obediently in the driver's seat, inserted the key into the lock cylinder and started the car. She was silent or focused, but the male agent sitting in the co driver's seat could feel something hidden in her heart.When the car started slowly and drove out of the community, he pursed his mouth, "do you think I did wrong?"The female agent did not speak, shook her head and continued to look at the road in front of her, but the male agent knew he was right."You don't think we should be close to Lynch, drink with him, or so..." he choked when he said this, and then found a word to describe what he wanted to express, "we shouldn't leave so Philistine, right?"Although the female agent didn't make a sound, her expression had explained everything. The male agent sighed, "when I first entered the industry, like you, I always thought I would be the bane of sin. I would catch all the criminals, and nothing could stop me.""But do you know what I think now?"The female agent's attention was attracted by him. Just then they passed an intersection. The red light stopped them. The female agent shook her head, "I don't know."The male agent looked at the sky outside the window and sighed, "only if we live and keep our jobs, can we have a chance to do justice.""You think Lynch is just an ordinary businessman, but he is not. He has a very good relationship with mark and the mayor. It is said that he was also invited to the president's inauguration celebration.""The most important thing is that he is very rich. Do you know the value of money?"The red light outside the window began to flash. The female agent bit her lip and shook her head.The male agent sneered, "you know, but you don't want to face it.""He can easily let us lose our jobs. People like us engage in such jobs. Once we lose our identity, it is definitely not an interesting thing.""Just in time, there will be an example these days to let you understand that some things are nothing in the eyes of some people...""I'm not just protecting myself!"On the other hand, the supporting police who had confirmed that the alarm was false began to return to their posts, but the police who went to Vera's house to carry out the search were asked to go directly back to the police station, where they would be handed over to others.This kind of thing does not often happen, but it is also possible. In the whole thing, the police only assisted the FBI agents in the search, and they are not the main body.As soon as the policewoman who humiliated Vera got out of the car, the assistant of the branch director appeared in front of her and informed her that the director asked her to go.In the Federation, the police agency is composed of a local police station and many police branches. Among them, the local police station does not deal with ordinary police work, but prefers administrative work.The police branch is the front-line police station, which is responsible for most of the police work.Each sub Bureau has a sub director as the highest officer in charge of daily work, so the basic police officers can see the director every day, although they are only the director of the police sub Bureau.The policewoman tidied up her appearance outside the director's office and shrunk her stomach to avoid looking so "bloated".During this period of time, there has been an argument in the society that the police team has no combat effectiveness because they are too fat and lazy. In fact, this is a reprimand and emotional vent for the disappointing performance of the police during the general strike.But for the police, this has also become a problem that puzzles them.Knocked on the door. With the consent of the director, the policewoman entered the office.The branch director glanced at her and put down the work at hand, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked at her for a moment, and then said in a calm, not too emotional tone, "Someone complained about your unreasonable attitude in the process of law enforcement, and a fast food restaurant complained to us that when you buy a set meal there every day, you will ask them to give you an extra glass of orange juice with sugar and an extra beef pie. Is there such a thing?"When the director of the branch said this, the female police showed an incredible expression on her face, and the law enforcement was unreasonable... If this was taken as a standard of conduct, all the police in the entire federal police system would not meet the director's requirements in this regard.You should know that they are all possible or criminals. They can't treat these people with a standard smile like the front desk of the hotel and emphasize stupid words such as "have you committed a crime, sir?" or "are you willing to surrender and accept our treatment, sir" with a social rear nasal voice. They must use force to deter these people.Therefore, most complaints about the police's attitude towards law enforcement will not become a trouble for police officers. At best, they can make a report to explain the specific situation, so as to fool them in front of the media.As for the fast food restaurant, what the director of the branch said is indeed true, but these are not what she strongly demands. She just wants the other party to give more when she buys a set meal for two each time.Isn't this normal? Even ordinary people will put forward such an idea.The sweetened orange juice and extra beef pie were also sent voluntarily, which had little to do with her. As far as she knew, most policemen who bought fast food there would receive an extra glass of juice or coffee.The policewoman was just about to argue. The director waved his hand and didn't give her a chance to speak. "Well, I know from your expression that these things are true. Hand over your badge and gun, and the Discipline Department will investigate this matter.""If there is no problem, you will come back, but if there is a problem...", the director paused here a little, "I hope you can take the initiative to explain."The policewoman still wanted to argue for herself, but the director still didn't give her a chance, "badge, gun, and then remember to close the door when you go out!"The policewoman was very unwilling, full of anger that she didn't know who to vent to, put the badge and gun on the director's desk, and then slammed the door and left.The director looked at the door still shaking slightly and sighed slightly.In fact, there is no complaint, but an excuse. Those people in fast food restaurants are not stupid enough to complain to a policeman for an extra glass of worthless orange juice and worthless beef pie every time.What really forced him to do so was the phone call given to him by the director of the regional police station. The general content was that she had offended someone. It was best to let her leave work temporarily and make plans after cold treatment for a period of time.The policewoman came home sulking and didn't leave her room for two days. Even her husband and children asked her if something had happened, but she didn't say anything.She doesn't want her problems to affect her family's life and make them worry about herself.The next afternoon, she suddenly received a phone call from her child's school. I hope they can go there.The policewoman's husband also has his own job. He is an ordinary worker. It is difficult to find a job recently, so he didn't ask for leave, but asked the policewoman to go to school alone.Before she went to the children's school, people always showed fear and avoidance to her police uniform, but this time she didn't wear a police uniform, just an ordinary dress.As soon as she entered the headmaster's office, she saw her child, a lovely boy in his teens. At this time, his face was full of tears. His expression changed constantly between stubbornness and the grievances after seeing his relatives, and he cried.The policewoman sat hard in the chair. The chair was too small for her to put her big ass in."... madam, your son stole other people's things at school..."Before the headmaster's words were finished, the policewoman's son shouted, "that's not true, I didn't!"The headmaster just looked at the two people indifferently, and then continued, "I don't intend to call the police, but I hope you can take your child back and make it clear to him when I think it's appropriate and when to let him back..."The policewoman was a little confused and naughty, but the child who almost never made such a mistake was walking home.As a policeman, her child has a clear stand on right and wrong. He certainly won't do that, but his classmates, teachers and principals all say he did, which makes her don't know who to trust.At the moment when the mother and son came home in silence, she accidentally saw her husband's shoes at the door. You know, this time is far from the time of work. Her husband should be working.When she entered the living room, she saw her decadent and tired husband sitting on the sofa with a wine bottle in his hand. The whole person had fallen into a certain state of drunkenness.Perhaps seeing his wife, the man suddenly cried bitterly. While crying, he wiped his tears. "They fired me. I've worked for them for nearly ten years. They fired me for no reason..."The woman looked at her son and her husband blankly. She didn't know what was wrong. For a moment, the whole life changed and became a mess.She saw herself in the standing mirror and looked at the loss on her face. She seemed to suddenly understand why she met these things.
