Mrs. Vivian soon left the tenell police station. She didn''t like this place. There were "dirty" things everywhere.

    It doesn''t mean that there is something here that makes her feel disgusted, and it''s impossible for anyone to dare to make indecent actions against her. For her, the so-called "obscenity" can be regarded as a collection of negative descriptions such as obscenity, vulgarity, ugliness and filthy. She is like a spotless holy silver, clean and holy, but here is full of filth and annoying things.

    Seeing Mrs. Vivian''s car go away, prang sat down in his chair with a decadent face. It''s time to get off work. A minute ago, he hummed a tune and planned to change into civilian clothes and go to the bar to relax. But after a minute, he could only try not to let any dirty words pop out of his mouth.

    Damn it, tenell is very small and good, but no matter how small the city is, there will never be only three or five people, or thirty or fifty people. This is a city, not a kindergarten. Who knows what the three portraits on the table are called and where they live. And that slightly distorted line... Prando can''t find an adjective. He thinks that if someone can grow up like this, they must be the sons of the devil, and their mother is the devil, because people can''t grow up like this.

    If someone tells him, he still has a chance to perfunctory the past. After all, he is a director and has a lot of things. Isn''t it normal to hand over the entrustment to his subordinates? When the other party looks for him again, and then pushes out a little police officer who doesn''t like him to carry the black pot, the matter is almost solved - everyone is a smart man. He shows that he can''t do anything in this way. If the other party still forces him, he is deliberately finding fault.

    Picking on a police chief?

    Ha ha!

    But Mrs. Vivian is different. Neither her husband nor her own power and energy can be perfunctory by a regional police chief in pranddo. He can guarantee that if he can''t find these three people in the short term, he will definitely be in big trouble! Everyone doesn''t like trouble, because trouble means loss.

    It is possible to lose money, it is possible to lose the police cap, and it is also possible to lose other important things.

    Just when prando called the two police officers to frown together, xiuen, who had just woken up, came down from the second floor yawning. As he walked, he rubbed his yawning wet eyes and rubbed off some dry and hard eye excrement.

    This sleep is really comfortable. He is still intoxicated in the previous perfect sleep. Falling asleep in the sun is definitely an enjoyment!

    When he was about to leave the police station, he was attracted by the light behind him. He hesitated for about 0.5 seconds. His original plan was to find a bar, and then find a more open girl to come back and sleep in after playing all night. After 0.5 seconds, not knowing whether it was the discovery of conscience or curiosity, he went to the police chief''s office, which should have been closed early.

    The moment he opened the door, he took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. Pranddo showed two police officers in their forties who were familiar but could not shout their names. They stared at the three portraits he stood on the desk. Their eyes were red, and there were a pile of cigarette butts and smoke on the ground.

    "What''s the matter? The master''s works?", his curiosity became stronger, he couldn''t help but make a sound, walked over, walked between the three people and the portrait, carefully read it, stretched out his little thumb and took out his ears with narrow and slender nails, "You hired a new painter? If I were you, I''d let him go immediately. If I didn''t know these three moles, I wouldn''t know it was a man!"

    The next second, xiuen only felt that he seemed to grow at least two inches taller at the moment of speaking. He slapped prando''s hands tightly holding his collar, "put me down. There''s something we can communicate. I just stole a few bottles of wine from you. Don''t do this to me!"

    Prandtl was stunned and subconsciously looked at the wine cabinet. His wine cabinet was shaped like an X-shaped fence, made of wood, and could hold 32 bottles of wine. Before xiuen came, he remembered that there were good wine given to him by others in each space of his wine cabinet, but now... He counted, and there were still 11 bottles left.

    Why haven''t you found it before?

    This damn guy!

    When prando was about to do something, his hands suddenly loosened. He picked up a portrait with three things like wild strawberries on his face, put it in front of xiuen and asked loudly, "do you know this guy?"

    "Relax, man, I''m just saying something casually... What do you want to know? I promise I''ll say anything. Do you want to know the color of my underwear?", Sean raised his hands and showed a flattering smile on his face. Prando''s barrel pressed against his chin and made him twist his neck uncomfortable, "By the way, do you mean this man? Of course I know him. He is a subordinate of gordol. His name is KOD. In the 11 years since joining the gordol Gang, he has been prosecuted six times, four of which have been released in court due to insufficient evidence, and two have been forgiven by the defendant and withdrawn. The 17th one in the archives reads gordol criminal group." There is a picture of this guy in the 33rd document in the first drawer of my cabinet! "

    Both prando and the two old police officers looked at each other, but they were put under the chin by the gun. Is it necessary to do this?

    Prando put away his pistol and deflected his head. An old policeman immediately ran to the archives. He smiled and pointed to the wine cabinet. "It''s all for you."

    Xiuen had some complaints on his face. The next second, he suddenly became smiling. He intimately exposed prando''s shoulder and patted him on the back. "Good brother, since you are so generous, I don''t care about your previous rudeness. I''ll put these things here first and drink them when I need them!" he said, suddenly tightening his face, "These are all mine. Don''t steal them!"

    He patted his ass and left the office. If prando didn''t know the identity of this guy, he might think he was a gang member who had just been released from his cage.

    Soon, the old policeman took KOD''s file, and a picture of a guy with a bald forehead and a fierce face appeared in front of him.

    Compared with the portrait sent by Mrs. Vivian, prando took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. Even if a real person stood here and compared the portrait, I''m afraid he wouldn''t associate this guy with the portrait.

    He patted the table hard. "Ask the police officer on duty to find this guy immediately and prepare another car. I''m going to see godol!"