Happy Little Mayor

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"This is a cow, a cow that is at least half a ton, and a guy who is jumping around. He lost a total of 700, and he didn't find any traces?

"Don't say a trace, you can't even find a cow hair."

"Ha, doesn't Dunedin have a TV? No camera?"

There were rumblings of conversation under the court, and the beautiful policeman who introduced the case on the court was awkward.

Pharaoh looked to the side and said, "Everyone seems unfriendly."

"Of course," Conley, sitting beside him, smiled helplessly. "Dunedin is the second largest city in the South Island. Police in big cities are always targets, such as us."

Sheriff Smith frowned, and said, "Okay, shut up. Do you understand the case? If there is no problem, go to the case and don't talk about it here."

After all, he was the leader of the task force, and still had prestige. After speaking, the office was quiet.

Dunedin is a big city with many cameras in the city, but the rural surveillance system is not well developed.

Moreover, this case has a difficult point, that is, no one knows how long the case has occurred, it may be one day or ten or even twenty days, so even if there is monitoring in some places, because of limited storage space, these surveillance videos are all Was replaced.

Dunedin's police judged that large-scale stealing groups from other places have entered the local area, such as Cromwell's Cruel Brotherhood, but they conducted an investigation and found no clues. The Brotherhood was also very concerned about this matter. What they focused on was learning .

After the case information was introduced, the meeting would end. Sheriff Smith arranged several teams to go out and investigate the case in his own way.

Pharaoh was also sent out because his identity was very special, and he was a member of the Yak Club with the four affected ranchers, making it easier to communicate.

"Fight for something that the local police didn't get." Sheriff Smith had high expectations for him.

This time the case was extraordinary. Even the task force could handle the case with a gun.

Wang Bo was very interested in this. Although he had taken out a pistol several times to scare the prisoner, it was all taken out by the lord's heart. He hadn't taken the gun out of the patrol.

In New Zealand, whether or not a policeman has a gun while on duty has been a hotly debated topic.

Wang Bo feels that ordinary police cannot travel with guns like the US police, because if the current tradition of patrolling without guns is changed, everything will change the nature of New Zealand police, police training, and relations with the public.

This is not to say that patrolling with guns is not good. Many countries have successful cases of patrolling with guns. There must be a positive side to patrolling with guns.

For example, when a crime occurs in a subway station, or when a police officer needs to bring a weapon to a control situation at a specific location, if the police around him bring a gun, the response will be faster.

However, in a country like New Zealand that does not have a gun patrol tradition, all of a sudden it will take a long time to adapt and make a lot of changes. New Zealand ’s 120,000 police officers will be retrained for gun patrol. This is a big deal. Workload.

In addition, New Zealanders feel that they have a sense of distance from the police patrolling with guns. According to New Zealand opinion, most people are still reluctant to patrol with guns.

Another question is what to do when encountering combative criminals while patrolling with a gun? They robbed the police's gun, which was even more dangerous.

Wang Bo and Uncle Bing wore guns. This shows the experience of the two. Pharaoh inserted the gun in the waistband, while Uncle Bing asked for a vest and hung the gun under his arm.

"It's an old hand," the policeman who gave the vest praised when he saw it.

Then Pharaoh found out that he praised Uncle Bing and looked at himself, just like watching silly-forcing.

But Pharaoh didn't care. He covered his pistol with clothes, and drove on the road with Uncle Bing.

He meant to go straight to several ranches to see the ranchers, but Uncle Bing shook his head and said, "Don't worry, let's go around the city now and find a few local hooligans. They don't necessarily have less information than the police. . "

(To be continued.)

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