My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

A patrol car was driving slowly on the street, and the two patrol officers inside were looking around.

The daily life of work is like this.

Driving aimlessly on the streets, even if you do nothing, can have a great deterrent effect on street crime. If there is an emergency, you can quickly go to support.

"Hey."

Burgess rubbed his nose and pointed forward: "Did you notice the African-American children in front of you?"

Well, black can’t be said.

You have to refer to people of African descent, otherwise you can easily get into trouble.

At the corner of the street, a few boys wearing flowered turbans were sneaking around. They noticed the patrol car approaching and immediately pretended not to know each other and dispersed.

"Bulk cargo."

Roman held the steering wheel and yawned: "It's a waste of time if you catch him, just scare him away."

As a patrol officer, some things must be prioritized.

In this place in the South District, people want to have a hand in everything, which can tire people to death at the end of the day.

"clear."

Burgess naturally knew this, and she flicked the button next to her.

"Dudu~咻!!!"

The piercing sirens sounded instantly.

The few guys who were responsible for bulk goods on the street ran away immediately as if they had been given a shot of blood. Within a few seconds, they all disappeared, leaving only a few tattered plastic bags rolling on the sidewalk.

"Hahaha."

Burgess smiled as she opened the armrest box. These little episodes were one of the few joys she had at work.

"Give."

He took out two hot dogs wrapped in tinfoil and handed them to Roman: "There is nothing to do now. If I get busy later, I don't know when I can have lunch."

The sound of chewing soon started.

Burgess also stuffed his mouth to the point where his cheeks were squirming like a squirrel.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound came from the trip computer.

This beep usually indicates a new emergency that requires the patrol's attention.

Burgess quickly turned to the computer and started typing on it.

"What's up?"

Roman drove the vehicle with one hand and continued to move forward.

There is a park in front of us. It is just two streets away, and the scenery is completely different. It is very clean and tidy, and there are many passers-by. There are also children running happily on the lawn of the park.

"Notification from the intelligence team to assist in the investigation."

Burgess stared at the screen, taking a bite of the hot dog:

"Subaru station wagon, green."

Looking at the information above again, she read out the first three digits of the license plate: "The level of urgency is very high. We need to pay attention to this. If you guessed correctly, it should be the serial rape and arson case they are investigating."

As he spoke, the patrol car slowly stopped.

"Do you want to be as rich as Sheriff Morgan?"

Roman stared ahead in surprise and gasped: "Damn, we need to buy a Powerball!!!"

Looking along the other side's line of sight, Burgess was also shocked.

A green Subaru was parked next to the lawn, about twenty meters away from them. From this angle, you could just see the corner of the license plate number.

She lowered her head, raised her head, and repeated the motion.

After three times, I finally confirmed that I was right.

"2113 patrol car."

She swallowed the hot dog hard and quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie on her shoulder.

"Patrol car No. 2113, please speak."

The reply from the contact desk rang.

"Requesting a patrol car for support." Burgess looked around and reported his location: "We found the vehicle that the 21st Branch Intelligence Team requested to assist in the investigation. Please call the people who come here to pay attention to the movement."

The murderer in this case was extremely cruel.

Her first reaction was to call for backup.

"Hey."

Roman noticed something and slapped Burgess on the arm.

"Wait a moment."

Burgess pressed the intercom and continued: "Now we see a white man approaching the target vehicle. We stepped forward to inquire and let you know if we need support."

It's too late to wait for anyone, we must go over immediately to intercept and check.

"Okay, stay safe."

The voice on the intercom fell silent.

A white man wearing a coat and blue surgical clothes walked over from the other side of the lawn. The man waved his arm and rang the car door, opened the door and got in.

The two looked at each other, and Roman immediately started the vehicle and rushed forward.

"Woo~~"

The patrol car stopped behind the green Subaru, its sirens blaring twice.

This sound has its own peculiarity.

If you don't want to get into trouble, it's best to sit in the car and wait for inspection. If you drive away at this time, the patrol officer's sensitive nerves will be triggered and the alert level will be raised indefinitely.

The two of them cooperated skillfully, getting out of the car and walking forward one to the left and the other to the right.

The wrist swings along with the handle of the gun.

Roman was responsible for questioning, while Burgess observed the situation inside the car.

"How was your day, sir?" Coming to the driver's seat, Roman asked his usual saying.

"Not bad, thank you."

The window was lowered, and the driver slowly turned his head and gave Roman an extremely friendly smile.

Short hair and average appearance.

But he is clean and tidy, with no stubble at all. His fingers on the steering wheel are long and his nails are neatly trimmed. This person should pay great attention to image management.

Although the other person was smiling, Roman felt a tremor in his heart.

That feeling is indescribable.

Looking into the other person's gray eyes, he seemed to be being stared at by a cold and poisonous snake.

He straightened his back, pressed the handle of the gun and said in a deep voice:

"Please show your driver's license, thank you."

"Any questions?"

The other party made no move and asked with a frown.

"Do you want one?"

Roman was not polite and put away his smile.

His many years of experience as a patrol officer have made him feel comfortable dealing with this situation. The implication is obvious, if you cooperate honestly with us, there will be no problem. If you don't cooperate, it will be difficult to tell if there is any problem.

The American Patrol is a very powerful presence.

The consequences of not obeying the command are very serious.

"OK."

The man pursed his lips and smiled, and slowly took out his driver's license.

On the other side, Burgess looked at the situation inside through the clean glass. Behind the vehicle were an iron crowbar, an oversized bristle brush, and two power cables.

They are all common vehicle supplies, nothing unusual.

She looked in the rearview mirror inadvertently, but her eyes met the driver's.

Just for a moment, my body felt chilly.

After taking a closer look, the man looked at me with a hint of a smile, just like the doctors he met in the hospital, making him full of dependence and trust.

But this feeling made her feel uncomfortable all over.

"Thanks."

After thanking the driver and taking away the car keys, Roman motioned to Burgess and the two returned to the patrol car together.

"call."

Coincidentally, they exhaled heavily at the same time.

"Dude."

Burgess took the driver's license, shook his head and pursed his lips: "The feeling this person gives me is too weird."

"Yates."

Reciting the name above silently, she entered it into the trip computer for query.

"We're going to take him back."

Roman looked straight ahead and said firmly.

"There is no criminal record." The investigation results came out quickly. Burgess frowned and said, "Not even a traffic violation. It looks very clean."

"Um."

Nodding slowly, Roman continued: "But we still have to take him back."

"If you let this person go."

He looked at his partner and licked his lips: "Do you believe it? Chief Morgan will kill us!!!" (End of Chapter)