life as a police officer in america

"Jones, they are not easy to mess with, and they also know how to follow relays."

"Did we miss the best time to take action? When there is only one person on the other side, we should rush in."

"No, according to what you said, we should take action when they are following them."

"We didn't."

Wang Dengming held his chin and walked back and forth in the guest room: "Do you think they have guns on them?"

"Maybe."

"Why do you look like that?"

"intuition."

"Well, my intuition is that this is a group of drug dealers and has something to do with Saresco."

"So, is there some kind of connection between them and Natalie?"

"Let's not talk about it for now. We need to figure out an issue. Did we leak any loopholes in the interrogation room of the prison?"

"I didn't even hear what Saresko said. I'm sure the people listening on the bug wouldn't hear anything."

"Is there something wrong with my movements?"

"The flaw is that you deliberately blocked the camera to make the people watching you suspicious."

"So, who will be monitoring the interrogation room?"

Jones Medi made a helpless expression on his face.

"Interesting, but no, I have to call for reinforcements."

Jones-Medy was confused: "You want to call the police?"

"Honey, we have to find our own people."

"Then let Charlie and Garcia come immediately."

"No, those two little chicks are not good enough. Let the butcher Gordon cloth come."

After Wang Dengming finished speaking, he made a phone call to Tutankhamun: "Man, we are in trouble. Bring someone here. Come here tonight, bring a few more, and quietly enter the city without making any noise."

Over there: "OK, boss."

At four o'clock in the morning, Tu Gebu arrived downstairs in the hotel.

Wang Dengming told him on the phone: "Don't come up yet. Find a place to rest and wait for my call."

"OK."

At eight o'clock in the morning, Wang Dengming and Jones-Medy went outside to find a place to have breakfast. Soon after leaving the hotel lobby, a man with a newspaper in his hand followed them.

Along the street, they walked west, and the person following them was sneaking more than a hundred meters away.

Sitting on a long chair by the roadside was a tough man, holding a cigarette in his mouth and reading a newspaper in a decent manner.

The two of them also sat down on the bench, Jones and Medie pretending to pack their newly bought small bag.

After Wang Dengming sat down, he smiled and said: "Man, when did you know how to read a newspaper?"

The fierce man grinned and said: "Boss, times will change. Who is this blind person who follows you?"

"Wearing a short-sleeved white T-shirt and holding a newspaper in his hand."

"Okay, boss, what do you want me to do?"

"Catch him and get him somewhere easy to talk to."

"no problem."

"How many of you are here?"

"Eight."

"OK, watch the timing and don't alert the local police, that's all."

Wang Dengming and Jones Medi walked forward. Tu Tianbu spit out the cigarette in his mouth. After the man who followed Wang Dengming passed by, he quietly followed behind.

Five minutes later, a van with a large Coco-Cola bottle printed on it suddenly stopped next to the person who was following him. Several people jumped out of the car. The person who was following him saw something was wrong and was about to draw his gun. Behind him, a

The gun was pressed against his lower back: Brother, stay calm.

So, this guy was tied into a van by several people. Everyone around him was frightened. The butcher Gordon Bu, who was in a suit and leather shoes and looked very professional, shouted: "The FBI is on duty, you guys get out of here!"

However, Gordon Tu really looked like the FBI, very murderous, especially with the pair of black sunglasses on his nose.

Not far away, there was a man hiding behind the green belt, staring at the scene just now. As soon as the van left, he took out his mobile phone to dial.

In the van, Butcher Gordon Bu, who was sitting in the cab, received a call from Wang Dengming: "Wild Bear, if you ask him why he is following us and what their identity is, ask him in detail and we must pry open his mouth."

, you go through the trial first, I have something else to do, so I’ll hang up.”

Wang Dengming, who was walking on the street, hung up the phone. He and Jones Medi took a taxi and immediately headed to No. 75 Panshi Street, Lelin.

No. 75 Pan Street, Lelin, is an old-fashioned house. There is a short fence in front. The fence is just a form. You can cross it with one foot. The small lawn behind the fence is full of flowers, all kinds of flowers.

, could this be a place selling flowers? It doesn’t look like it.

The small wooden door of the fence was open. Wang Dengming and Jones Medi came to the door of this red stone brick structure and pressed the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened.

Wang Dengming was stunned. He was a middle-aged white man in his thirties who was sitting in a wheelchair. He wore glasses, was fat, and had very sparse hair on his head.

"Hello you two, how can I help you?"

Wang Dengming took a look from the outside and found that everything inside as far as he could see was filled with paintings.

Seeing Wang Dengming just looking around, the visitor smiled and asked, "Are you two here to buy paintings?"

Wang Dengming was relieved. It turned out that this was a private studio.

"No, sir, we want to find Mr. Macron."

"I mean, it looks like you guys are from out of town, right?"

"Yes, can we go in and chat?"

"sure."

After Wang Dengming entered, the huge living room was like a jungle of paintings. There were paintings everywhere on the walls, on the table, on the cabinets, and on the floor. Could this guy be a workaholic?

"You two, please tell me which painting you have chosen. The price is negotiable. Thank you."

Wang Dengming shook his head.

Macron asked: "Sir, what do you call me?"

"Wang Dengming."

"Hello, it sounds like a Chinese name."

Jones Medie introduces himself: "Jones Medie."

"Hello, distinguished lady. Most of the people who come to me come to buy my paintings. You..."

Wang Dengming asked Jones Medi to close the door, and Macron looked a little confused.

"You two, aren't you here to buy paintings?"

"No, it was Saresco who asked us to come."

Macron's pupils suddenly dilated and his expression became surprised. He paused for a while and asked in a low voice: "He should still be in there."

Wang Dengming asked with a smile: "Yes, you are still in prison, so you believe in us? You don't even ask who we are and why we are here?"

Macron smiled: "Only Macron and I know about this place. No one else knows. If he asks you to come, it means that you are trustworthy people."

"Thank you. We went to see him. He was targeted as soon as we got out of prison. We still don't know what happened."

Macron invited the two of them to the table, cleared away the drawing paper, and said, "Can I first ask what you two do and why Saresko asked you to come to me."

Wang Dengming told him the reason for the incident. Macron held his eyes on his nose and said, "It's so scary. It's so pervasive. It turns out that there are people from them in the prison as well."

"Who are they referring to?"

"We didn't find out who it was."

"Are you a policeman too?"

Macron sighed: "If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that I am a policeman. Yes, I am a policeman, plainclothes, secret plainclothes, anti-narcotics policeman."

"Nice to meet you.'

Wang Dengming stretched out his hand again.

After the two shook hands, Macron asked first: "Two years ago, the police in Meng Town, Ala., cracked a drug trafficking case. Who cracked it?"

Wang Dengming smiled modestly and said: "That case was a bit of a coincidence. Our original plan was to catch a few fraudsters. The fraudsters were caught, but the opposite floor, which was also the third floor, was frightened by the sound of my gun.

I ran out, and when I came out, I saw that I was not arresting them, so I went back. After this situation occurred, I quietly checked. The next night, I found out that there was actually a drug manufacturing den there. Let's go

When he was arrested, he was still quarreling with drug dealers. This is probably the situation. Where did your source of information come from? "

"The source of the news is the person you are looking for now."

Wang Dengming and Jones Medi said in unison: "Natalie?!"