Mrs. Vivian quickly left the Trnele Police Station, which she didn't like, and there were "despicable" things flowing everywhere.

It is not that there is something here that makes her feel disgusted, nor that anyone dares to make indecent actions towards her. For her, the so-called "indifferent" can be regarded as a collection of negative descriptions such as inequality, vulgarity, ugly, and dirty. She is like a spotless sacred silverware, clean and holy, but it is full of filth and annoying things.

Watching Mrs. Vivian's car go away, Plando sat in a chair with a depressed look on his face. It was already time to get off work. A minute ago, he was humming a small song and planning to change into casual clothes to relax in the bar. But after a minute, he could only try not to let any swear words pop out of his mouth as much as possible.

Hell, Trenell City is very small and nice, but no matter how small the city is, there will definitely not be only three or five people, or thirty or fifty people. This is a city, not a kindergarten, and you know what the guys depicted in the three portraits on the table are called and where they live. And the slightly twisted lines...Pronto can no longer find the adjective. He thinks that if someone really can grow into this ghost, then they must be the sons of the devil, and their mothers are the devils, because it is absolutely impossible for humans to grow into this.

If someone else told him, he would still have a chance to go through it perfunctorily. After all, he is a director and has a lot of things. Isn’t it normal to hand over the commission to his subordinates to do? When the other party comes to him again, and then pushes a small police officer who he doesn’t like to take the blame, the matter will be almost solved - everyone is smart people, and he uses this method to show that he is powerless. If the other party still wants to force him, it is deliberately looking for trouble.

Find a police chief?

hehe……!

But Mrs. Vivian is different. Whether it is her husband, or her own power and energy, he cannot be perfunctory with the director of a regional police station in Plando. He can guarantee that if these three people cannot be found in the short term, he will definitely have big trouble! No one likes this thing, because trouble means loss.

The money that may be lost may be lost, the police cap may be lost, or other important things may be lost.

Just as Plando called the two policemen to frown together, Xiuen, who had just woken up, yawned down from the second floor. He walked while rubbing his eyes that were wet due to yawning, and also rubbed off his slightly dry and hard eyes.

This sleep was so comfortable. He was still immersed in his previous perfect sleep. It was definitely a pleasure to fall asleep in the sun!

When he was about to leave the police station, he was attracted by the lights behind him. He hesitated for about 0:50. His original plan was to find a bar, then find a more open girl, and come back to sleep in with them all night. After 0:50, he didn't know whether it was because of his conscience or curiosity, he walked to the police chief's office, which should have been closed early.

The moment he pushed open the door, his mouth twitched, and Plando showed two policemen who were familiar in their forties but could not call out their names, staring at three portraits of him standing on the desk. The eyes of the three of them turned red, and there were even a bunch of cigarette butts on the ground, and there were smoke.

"What's wrong? The master's work?" His curiosity became stronger. He couldn't help but speak, walked over and walked between the three people and the portrait. After reading it carefully, he stretched out his little finger and used his narrow and slender nails to touch his ears. "You have invited a new painter? If I were you, I would let him get out immediately. If it weren't for my recognition of these three moles, I wouldn't know that this thing was painted by a person!"

The next second, Xiuen felt that he seemed to have grown at least two inches taller as soon as he spoke. He slapped Plando hard and grabbed his hands tightly by the collar, "Let me down, if there is anything we can communicate with you, I just stole a few bottles of wine. I can't do this to me, right?"

Prondo was stunned and subconsciously looked at the wine cabinet. His wine cabinet was shaped like an x-shaped fence, made of wooden boards, and could hold thirty-two bottles of wine in total. Before Xiu Enlai, he remembered that every space in his wine cabinet contained good wines from others, but now... he counted and there were eleven bottles left.

Why haven't you discovered it before?

This damn guy!

When Plando was about to do something, his hands suddenly loosened. He picked up a portrait of three things on his face, put them in front of Xiuen, and asked loudly: "Do you know this guy?!"

"Relax, I'm just saying something casually... What do you want to know, I promise to say anything, do you want to know the color of my underwear?" Shuen raised his hands and showed a flattering smile on his face. Plando's barrel was pressed against his chin, making him twist his neck uncomfortable, "By the way, do you think of this person? Of course, I know him. He is Gordor's subordinate, named Cod. In the eleventh year of joining Gordor's gang, he was prosecuted for six times, four of which were released in court for insufficient evidence, and two of them were forgiven by the defendant and withdrawn the lawsuit. In the 17th document in the first drawer of the cabinet in the archives room, there is a photo of this guy!"

Both Plando and the two old police officers looked at each other, but they were shot and their chins were pressed down. Is it necessary to do this?

Prondo put away his pistol, tilted his head, and an old policeman immediately ran to the archives. He smiled and pointed to the wine cabinet, "I've given it to you."

Xiuen was still a little complaining on his face, but the next second he suddenly became a smile. He showed Prondo's shoulder intimately and patted his back hard, "Good brother, since you are so generous, I won't care about your previous rudeness. I'll put these things here first, and drink them when I need them!" As he said that, he suddenly tightened his face, "These are mine, don't drink them secretly!"

As he said that, he patted his butt and left the office swayingly. If Prondo hadn't known the guy's identity, he might have regarded him as a gang member who had just been released from the cage.

Soon, the old policeman brought Cod's file over, and a photo of a guy with a bald forehead and a fierce look on his face appeared in front of him.

After comparing the portrait sent by Mrs. Vivian, Plando twitched his lips. Even if the real person stood here and compared the portrait, he would probably not associate this guy with the portrait.
Chapter completed!