life as a police officer in america

The color of the visitor's police uniform is different and slightly dull. The local police are here.

Wang Dengming stood up from his seat and greeted with a smile: "What do you call me, brother?"

As soon as these three people appeared, Wang Dengming felt that something was wrong.

The handsome policeman standing in the middle has quite standard facial features. Wang Dengming admitted that wearing the police uniform on him can serve as a publicity officer for the police, but his domineering attitude is not tolerated by most people.

He pointed at Wang Dengming and Sisi: "Which one of you is the leader, is it you?"

He said to Sith again.

"You are mistaken. He is responsible for this case. He is the leader. I think I need to explain that we are not searching, we are collecting evidence. We are collecting fucking evidence. Do you understand?"

"I can still distinguish between evidence collection and search. Mr. Wingerson called the police. From this moment on, we are responsible for the investigation of this case. If you don't want to do it, please leave."

Wang Dengming: "We are following up on this case, why do you intervene?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wingerson, he doesn't trust the foreign police, especially the Chinese police, and you, who only knows how to chew betel nuts."

Sis suddenly became furious: "Say it again, my ears are not very good."

The other party smiled contemptuously: "I'm already very polite to you!"

Sith grabbed the cup on the table with his backhand. He wanted to hit someone with the cup.

The moment his hand touched the cup, Wang Dengming's hand held him down.

He whispered: "Captain, this is not our territory."

Sith also replied in a low voice: "I just want to scare them, but I can't help it. This bastard can't scare them."

Wang Dengming stood up straight and looked straight at the man in front of him. He was about the same height as Wang Dengming.

"Wang Dengming, the Sheriff of Alaska, Montana, what is your name?"

"Copperfield, head of the Homicide Division of the Sioux Falls City Police Headquarters, are you the town police officer?"

"Yes, I'm from the countryside. I'm sorry."

Copperfield showed an incredible expression.

"Does the police in Montana rely on rural police to solve murder cases? I should bring reporters, what do you think, rural police?"

Wang Dengming raised his eyebrows: "This is not a simple murder case. We have legal procedures and we hope you will cooperate."

"When a police report is received in our jurisdiction, it is our case, and it was Mr. Wingerson who called the police himself."

"The deceased died in Montana, I have to remind you!"

Copperfield immediately answered: "The deceased was a native of this city, no matter where he died."

There was a spark of fire in Wang Dengming's eyes.

"Not convinced? You can file a complaint against me. Have you seen my police number clearly?"

This is what Wang Dengming often says to others.

After Copperfield finished speaking, he winked. One of the two policemen behind him took out an arrest warrant and handcuffed Foguisere. Foguisere did not resist and said to Wang Dengming.

: "I am innocent, I did not kill Stel, I am innocent..."

Without saying a word, Copperfield said to the two policemen: "Take her down first, I'll be right back."

Wang Dengming took two steps, stretched out a hand, and stopped the two policemen and Foguisher.

"What do you want to do?!"

"If you have anything to say, please tell me brother. I said this is our case. I want to see your director. We have procedures for interstate investigations."

Copperfield's face darkened.

"I don't care what procedures you have. A murder happened. This is Sioux Falls City. If you have any questions, you can go to our director at any time. I have the contact information of our director here. Do you need it? At the same time, I must not

Not to mention, not just anyone can investigate murder cases. Why don't you patrol the streets? Patrolling is the best for you. That's the fact."

The fire in Wang Dengming's eyes grew a little higher, but he could still hold it back.

Sis smiled and said: "Detective Copperfield, right? You'd better not mess with him. You can't afford to mess with him. You can tell by his appearance. You'd better calm down."

Copperfield also laughed and said: "Really? His looks are only suitable for patrolling the streets and closing the team!"

Sith grinned.

"why are you laughing?"

As soon as Wang Dengming moved his hand, one of Copperfield's hands was clasped by Wang Dengming, and with another twist, Copperfield screamed out in pain, as if he were killing a pig, and his handsome and unrestrained aura suddenly changed.

In such a state of embarrassment, his right hand was hanging high, almost torn off by Wang Dengming.

"I said, we are responsible for this case!"

Sith echoed: 'Yes, little detective, are you deaf? We have said it many times, are you deaf?'

Copperfield's men immediately released Foguisere. Before they could get close to Wang Dengming, the two helpers waving their fists were released in three movements at an incredibly fast speed.

Copperfield opened his mouth wide, and Sis laughed sarcastically: "I forgot to remind you, you can call this Chinaman an idiot, but don't say that he is just a street patrolman. I told you not to mess with him. He

If you have a bad temper, he will twist your head off if you get angry. Really, lying is a grandson."

Copperfield felt that the bones in his wrist were about to break. He wanted to draw his gun but did not have the courage.

Wang Dengming: "I didn't mean it. We can jointly investigate. What do you think?"

"Asshole, wait!"

Copperfield and his men left in embarrassment. Wang Dengming said to Fo Guicheer: "They are gone. It's okay. You can take me to Stelle's room to have a look."

"I don't have the key."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have the key, you can just take me there."

Stell's room is on the left side of the third floor of the mansion.

At the door on the third floor, Wang Dengming raised his foot and kicked the door open with a bang.

Sith: "That's so rude and violent. Why did you have to search Stelle's room?"

‘It was Sterre who died. Do you want me to check Mr. Wingerson’s room? Well, I won’t check Foer Guicher’s room either.’

Wang Dengming's rude behavior frightened Fojisheer into confusion on the spot. He put his hands on his chest and remained completely motionless.

"Sorry, we should be polite in front of artists. Captain, why are you so stunned? We only have ten minutes at most, and that guy won't let us go."

Sis reacted, strode in, and turned on the lights in the room.

In Stell's room, the walls were covered with drawing papers, all covered with messy graffiti. Anyway, Wang Dengming couldn't understand what they were drawn on, vertical lines, horizontal lines, half faces, circles...

Around the head of the bed, there were more than a dozen rag dolls, very scary rag dolls. Some of them were bleeding from the corners of their eyes, and some looked like ghost dolls, which scared Wang Dengming.

What is more normal is that there is a guitar next to the table, but two strings are broken.