nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 81 Bartello in the Rebellious Period
Batllo Adessa threw the homework in his hand to the ground angrily and yelled at his mother: "Oh! God! Mom, don't force me, I don't want to go to that damn school, I don't want to go to school anymore!"

Batllo's mother looked at her son with red and swollen eyes, not knowing what to do.

If it hadn't been for a phone call from the principal this morning telling her that her son hadn't been to school for two months.

Batllo's mother thought that her son must have been in class on time and completed his homework for the past 60 days.

"You idiot, if you don't study hard, don't you want to wait to die in the rainy day of the sea like your father!" Batllo's mother stood in the room and slapped his son with the belt in her hand viciously. He pulled it up again.

When Batllo heard her mother talk about leaving his father again, Batllo yanked off the belt and fell to the ground and rushed back to his house.

Holding the $2900, Bartello stuffed the money into his mother's hand and said with red eyes: "I don't want you to work two jobs anymore. I grow up and I can earn money!"

Bartello's mother was stunned when she saw the thick wad of cash in her hand.

In Montebello, Los Angeles County, $2900 is enough for a family of three to live frugally for 3 months. If it is placed on Bartello’s mother, she may need to work part-time in 2 divisions for a month and a half to earn this much money!
Batllo's mother pointed to her son's nose out of breath and couldn't speak for a long time: "You you."

Bartello stared at his mother with his neck stern, not to be outdone, because it was winter, and in Montebello City, he needed to wear thick clothes to ensure he would not catch a cold.

But as soon as Batllo moved with his neck stuck, her mother saw the tattoo on his neck.

He rushed up and grabbed his son's collar and tore his clothes. The tattoo inside made Bartello's mother collapse immediately, but his mother first closed the door of the house tightly, and then Called a former neighbor of their family.

"Hello, is this Kloss Araka?"

After getting up early in the morning, Kolos Araka stood at the gate of the Burbank Police Station and watched his colleagues getting ready to go. Kolos Alaka was not in a hurry but walked around the square instead.

"Police number 549132, send your greetings to the officer!" A trainee policeman stood next to an old man and saluted him upright.

The old man put his hands on his waist and asked with a refreshed face, "Are the tires fully inflated?"

"Report sir, the tires are thick enough for us to drive 70 miles!"

"Has the battery of the walkie-talkie been replaced?"

"Report sir, I have applied for the latest battery from the material department as a spare!"

"Are the police triangle and tape measure ready?"

"Report sir, everything is ready!"

When the old man saw Kulos Alaka passing by them, he frowned at him with a proud face: "Wow, it seems that the rookie is not far away from becoming a regular, so now I want to ask a question Most importantly, is the coffee ready?"

The old police officer who deliberately elongated his voice tilted his head and shook his eyebrows again at the trainee policeman in front of him.

"Ah!" The rookie policeman pretended to be nervous and wanted to deceive the old policeman, but Kuros took out a cup of coffee from the car and drank it himself.

"Rookie 549132 did a good job!" Kolos Alaka walked not far away with a steaming cup of coffee.

The old policeman saw that his own coffee was taken away and just wanted to criticize it, but the rookie policeman said with a mysterious face: "I knew someone would take my coffee, so I prepared 4 cups !"

"Wow, you already have the ability to handle police affairs independently, and I will definitely give you full marks in the evaluation paper!" The old policeman waved to the rookie policeman with a smile on his face and set off first.

Kulos Araka, who was drinking hot coffee, heard his pager ring. Looking at the familiar phone in the pager, Kulos greeted the female colleague sitting in the co-pilot of the police car, and then walked towards the police station entrance. Go to the convenience store.

"Hello! Is that Officer Kulos Alaka? I'm Mrs. Adessa, your former neighbor."

When the black policeman Kuros heard the crying voice on the phone, he immediately remembered the young woman who often invited him to eat at home when he was young.

"Mrs. Adessa, what's the matter? Don't worry, speak slowly!"

"My Son Bartello"
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Rookie policeman 549132 drove a police car around Burbank's jurisdiction skillfully, and occasionally he would play a little joke with Sheriff Mr. Felice sitting next to him.

"Sheriff Felice, why don't we have to do firearms training recently? I remember that when I was in the police academy, there were firearms training assessments every day."

Felice laughed out loud when he heard the words of the rookie policeman: "Although there are nearly 9000 policemen in the NYPD, 80% of them have never actually fired a gun. If they really touch a heavy weapon criminals will be supported by police officers with MP5s!"

When the rookie policeman heard this sentence, he habitually recited the police training: "SWAT refers to special weapons and tactics. Only after receiving the approval of the director can the tactical equipment be used, such as MP5 submachine guns, tactical shotguns, etc. , all non-essential tactical weapons need to be placed in the trunk of the car to prevent accidents.”

"Oh! You can do it, kid! Do you still remember the police training?" Sergeant Felice pointed at the Chaoyang in the distance with nostalgia, recalling the scene when he graduated from the police academy.

When they drove to North Hollywood, Sergeant Felice pointed to the [Neil Brothers Hot Dog Shop] at the intersection of Sunset Boulevard and said, "I'm going to call the police soon. I want to go there and buy a hot dog!"

"Okay!" The rookie policeman skillfully drove his police car to the U-shaped lane after hearing what the sheriff said. There were not many cars in the lane. Because of Hollywood's opening hours, there are more cars here. Handyman, electrician, etc.

Issa River, with a ferocious face, is wearing a Disney Donald Duck mask, standing on the U-shaped driveway and greeting the guests coming and going skillfully.

"Hey! Issa, is there a new flyer, I've run out of coupons!"

Issa River looked over the police car and saw that it was Sheriff Felice, an old acquaintance in their area. Issa River walked to the front desk of the newspaper with enthusiasm and took out a piece of paper that can only be bought when the shopping is over 30 A single page with only US dollars to give away was thrown in the police car.

"Hahaha, Issa! You can really save me a lot of money!"

When Issa River heard Sheriff Felice's answer, he just winked at him and didn't answer him. Sheriff Felice looked in the direction of Issa's wink.

A short boy wearing a blue sweater was carrying a camera and looked at the opposite [Drive-in Cinema] with a sad face. That [Drive-in Cinema] Sergeant Felice brought his Colleagues went in to watch a movie.

A radio transmission device can transmit the sound in the movie to the radio in everyone's car.

Because of the weather, the huge curtain can only be seen at night every day, but the fee is really not expensive at all. If you can order a family meal hot dog, there will be no charge for the movie!
And if you're rich enough, those chicks in JK costumes will also bring you stacks of cold beer on roller skates.

Sheriff Felice heard that the movie "Once Upon a Time in America" ​​was being played here recently, and he really wanted to watch it again, but unfortunately it was almost Christmas and there were many things to do, and Sheriff Felice watched Issa's The mouth shape has been explaining to him "My Boss! My Boss!"

Sergeant Felice waved at Isa nonchalantly, bought something and left.

The rookie policeman turned his head and took a special look at the hot dog shop manager who was called "Issa" by the sheriff: "Sheriff Felice, why is he wearing a mask all the time? Is it possible that he is a wanted person?"

"Oh! God! Don't be kidding me!" Sergeant Felice patted the rookie policeman on the shoulder proudly after eating a piece of French fries and said, "This is your 89th day as a trainee policeman. Carry it over today, and you will become an official policeman! Remember, don’t be wary of anyone, and don’t give up your guard against anyone.”

"As for Issa?"

"If he was seven years ago, maybe he could beat five of you by himself, but now he won't!"

"If you go to the store manager of any [Neill's Hot Dog Shop] when you encounter difficulties, maybe they will give you the most reasonable help on the road to the police."

When the rookie policeman heard this sentence, he looked back thoughtfully at the [Neil's Hot Dog Shop], which was doing a lot of business.

"Let's go, our first stop at work is to take a stroll around the Bank of America in North Hollywood. Maybe today is lucky, and we can still see Bond's road show in Hollywood. Their movie will be released on December 12!"

The rookie policeman skillfully drove the police car towards the Bank of America in North Hollywood, surrounded by rich people everywhere, some walking with a golden retriever dog, some holding a thick stack of Documents are lined up for printing, and some people look like down-and-out directors, and they go to sell their scripts whenever they meet.

The reason why I deliberately went to the Bank of America in North Hollywood is because there have been too many [pawn shops being robbed] recently. Since the killing of 6 robbers in the North Evergreen community not long ago, there have been countless pawn shops that have been robbed.

I don't know if the four people later committed the crime in a gang or they were accomplices with the group in the Beichangqing community. What these people have in common is some guys who carry heavy firepower.

The emergence of this wandering gang really added a lot of workload to the Los Angeles Police Department.

Moreover, when these people were working, it was obvious that they were aiming at retirement. So far, the weight of gold that has been robbed has reached 70 ounces. If it continues, their bonus at the end of the year may be gone.

(End of this chapter)