"Listen, man, it's such a pleasure to work with you. In less than a week, I have solved more than twenty cases. No one else has this efficiency."
Russell patted Pierre on the shoulder. The latter was sitting at the computer desk typing a report, with a row of cans of coffee piled next to him. His eyes were dull and he said: "You are the only one who is happy, I am going crazy."
"It's normal, many people say that."
Russell nodded in agreement. Except for Deadpool, everyone else would be somewhat unwell, both physically and mentally.
The worst thing was that Supergirl was torn apart.
"What?"
"I mean we have such a tacit understanding, why don't we form a team and be partners?"
Russell put forward reasonable opinions, he used the elite police's ability to solve crimes, Pierre showed his talent for reporting, and peace in the jurisdiction was just around the corner.
"Because I don't want to die yet, nor do I want to be admitted to the intensive care unit, nor do I want to spend the rest of my life in a file room without arms or legs."
Pierre's eyes blurred as he spoke, and the old man began to cry: "I don't want to sit in the office, I want to go out to handle cases, and I want to perform tasks on the front line."
"Then together?"
"forget it!"
"Okay, stop complaining. I'll introduce you to some girls tonight, blond ones." Russell comforted the increasingly irritable Pierre and gave him a few sweet dates.
"Russell, I always feel like something is wrong about the girl you introduced."
Pierre frowned and said, "I remember last night, I had a very happy chat with a girl, and then... you know."
"I don't understand very well. Please describe it in detail, preferably in writing."
"I can't do it. Every time I think about it deeply, it's either a snowflake and a mosaic, or the screen goes black, as if I've been drinking and drinking."
"Be confident, you just can't drink enough."
"No, this is not the key. The point of the problem is... this."
Pierre patted the printed report: "If I was having sex with a girl all night, where did the report come from? This is too suspicious."
Russell's eyes narrowed slightly, and he hit it with a soothing thought: "It's not suspicious. It has been trained in the police station for many years and is already a mature computer. It can work overtime and report by itself."
"is that so?"
"Pierre, you bastard, get out of here!"
While the two were talking, a roar came from the director's office. Pierre trembled when he heard the words and walked into the office dejectedly.
A group of police officers looked at each other. Russell shrugged and kindly sat at the computer desk to help Pierre complete the report.
Maybe it's because I haven't touched the keyboard for a while. I typed out 3,000 words in half an hour, deleted 2,999 words, and finally only one was left.
"Pierre, you came back after being scolded?"
Russell took the initiative to give up the computer: "I just finished warming up for you, let's start typing the report!"
"No, the director was very angry with me for not doing my job properly these days, and scolded me all over."
Pierre looked at Russell with a look of resentment: "The director also used you as an example. If I were as efficient as you, he wouldn't be so angry that his hair would fall out."
"Don't listen to his nonsense, it's just a hair follicle strike to take out your anger." Russell decided to side with Pierre.
"That's what I said, and then I got out..."
Pierre covered his face: "Man, you made me miserable. You promised to help me solve the case, but what happened?"
"The results are perfect. All cases have been solved, and those who deserve to be caught should be punished. All it takes is the report in your hand to be filed."
"Not yet, what do you say about the Korean gangster case?"
"To be precise, it's a home care products company, very high-end, not some Korean gang."
Russell explained calmly: "According to my investigation, this company mainly deals in nutritional health, beauty and cosmetics, home care and other products."
"Sounds like the Korean version of Amway."
Pierre complained and continued: "But last time you told me that there is no such thing as a clean business in the world, there must be something wrong with this company."
"Yes, but the focus is not on this company. Their main business is tax evasion at most. This is something I should worry about."
Russell lowered his head and whispered: "The problem is with the company's shareholders. The mob family from South Korea is preparing to settle in New York. It's the early stages now. Their business is really clean. There's nothing I can do about it."
"so what?"
"So, I am going to wait and see for a while and wait until their hands and feet are dirty before taking action."
Russell said seriously, in fact, with Pierre as a free typist, he briefly checked the Korean cosmetics company and then went to investigate other cases.
If he really wants to get entangled in a case and never let go, he won't be able to solve the case so quickly.
"Hehehe, you are so bad!"
"No date, thank you!"
Russell declined politely, stating that he was a 'straight' man, and patted Pierre on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I don't have any other advantages, but I can definitely keep my word. If there is a situation with the cosmetics company, I will definitely handle it as soon as possible."
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"first timing?"
"Yes, you may not believe it, but I have developed several informants there."
Russell smiled proudly. With his handsome appearance, the cosmetics company was basically all his people. Now he was just waiting for the other party to be dishonest.
Jingle bells! Jingle bells
The phone rang. Russell answered the call and nodded. He hung up the phone and raised an eyebrow at Pierre: "There's a situation over there. I'll come as soon as I can. I'll call you if there's any situation. Remember to bring a few more police cars with you."
people."
"Don't you need my help?"
"No, I'm afraid you'll hold me back."
"..."
…
xxx Co., Ltd.!
The police car stopped at the parking lot of the medical institution. Russell strode through the parking lot and went straight to the office building. The entire process was smooth and no one came forward to ask or stop him, as if he was a transparent person.
The medical institution located in Brooklyn moved out of its original business and moved in to a Korean home care product company. It is currently undergoing renovations, with renovation workers and noisy construction sounds everywhere.
The office building is no different from an ordinary company except that there are more tattooed bodyguards in suits and sunglasses.
Russell had been here once before, and there were not so many bodyguards. The sudden increase today was because the company's major shareholder flew to New York on a private plane to supervise the construction progress.
It's understandable that rich people need more bodyguards.
Click!
At the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, Russell opened the door of the large conference room. Inside were two rows of Koreans in suits, suits, ties and tattoos. With gold-rimmed glasses, they looked like standard social workers.
The middle-aged man who presided over the meeting looked at Russell suspiciously, feeling that he had seen this face somewhere before, and lowered his head in silence.
“~!@#￥%……”
A series of shouts sounded, and Russell plucked his ears and showed his police officer ID: "NYPD, I suspect someone here is illegally possessing guns. Please cooperate with me in the investigation."
"Hahaha..."xn
A series of laughter echoed in the conference room, and Russell also started to giggle, because the laughter was so cold that in the end, he was the only one laughing.
A man in a suit suddenly stood up and reached into his arms with a grim smile. Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, which frightened the man in a suit and sat back down.
The man presiding over the meeting stood up, walked quickly to Russell, bowed respectfully and extended his hand: "Hello, Mr. Russell, my surname is Li, and I am the president of this company. It is a great honor to meet you."
"It turns out to be Mr. Li, whose name I have admired for a long time. By the way..."
Russell ignored the handed hand and raised his eyebrows: "Do we know each other?"
"You don't know me, but I know you. Before coming to New York, I had contact with Mr. Winston, and he showed me your photo."
Mr. Li didn't take it seriously and covered up his panic expression with a honest smile: "Please rest assured, Mr. Winston has taught me the rules. New York is your territory and we will not mess around here."
What do you call my territory? You kid, don't be slanderous!
"Mr. Winston...are you talking about Captain Blackbeard?"
Russell rolled his eyes speechlessly. Regardless of the purpose for which Winston used his intimidation, the underground world in New York has become much more stable. This is an indisputable fact.
"Since you know the rules, let's start going through the procedures. With so many people in the room, do they all have gun licenses?"
"..."
Mr. Li's mouth twitched, and after a while he smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Russell, we are only carrying weapons for self-defense. After all... this is New York after all, and the local gangs are very xenophobic."
"How is that possible? You are my own sons. Coming to the United States is like going home. No one can exclude you!"
Russell snorted and sneered, shaking his police ID: "Don't talk nonsense to me. Now your second uncle in New York wants to check the gun license. If he can't get the certificate, everyone will follow me back to the police station to pick up soap."
"..."
A group of men in suits looked angry. Mr. Li turned around and roared, slapped one of them down, and then smiled apologetically at Russell.
Just as he was complaining in his heart, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a man in a suit quickly stepped forward and whispered in his ear.
Russell heard clearly that there was a problem with the cargo at the airport, the escort rebelled, and all the brothers over there were in trouble.
A smile appeared on his lips as if he was watching a good show, and he walked to the sofa in the conference hall and sat down, having fun and enjoying himself. He liked this plot.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang
A sudden change occurred, and several gunshots were heard in the corridor, and then the gunshots were loud like a battlefield.
Two rows of bodyguards in black suits stood up, glanced at Mr. Li, and after receiving a nod of approval, they all rushed out of the conference room with their guns drawn, causing the gunfire in the corridor to intensify again.
Within two minutes, gunshots were fired one after another, and several screams were occasionally heard.
Mr. Li was sitting on pins and needles, looking at Russell with pleading eyes. He got a slap on the back of his head, gritted his teeth with a sinister expression, and asked the remaining bodyguards in the conference room to go out to help.
About thirty seconds later, the gunfire stopped, and Mr. Li slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Bang!
The door was violently kicked open, and a familiar face came into Russell's sight.
【Ding】
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