The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 34 Kirk: You can do it (please collect it!!)

George's blue Ford sedan is the car assigned by the police station to the chief inspector, and it has also gone through the training of the previous chief inspector of the serious crimes team, which can be said to be weather-beaten.

Kirk even had the illusion that if he drove faster, this blue Ford with a factory date of [-] would dare to strike on the spot.

So in order to avoid breaking down halfway, Kirk could only put his right foot back, and slowly followed the van carrying the lizard man's corpse at a speed of about 45 miles per hour.

Simmons sat in the passenger seat.

Fitz was assigned to the back seat, holding the driver and the co-pilot with both hands. Seeing that he was driving the car leisurely, Kirk, who seemed not in a hurry at all, couldn't help but said, "I can go a little faster... Squeak!"

The blue Ford stopped on the spot.

Fitz almost flew out of the back seat because he was not wearing a seat belt.

"What are you doing."

"You come."

Kirk put on the handbrake and turned to look at Fitz, who thought he was driving slowly. While unfastening his seat belt, he pushed the door open, walked to the entrance, opened the rear door, and said to Fitz, who was standing inside with a dull expression, "You think the speed is slow, so let's drive."

Good guy.

These days, there are still those who take a car and dislike those who drive slowly.

You you on the line.

He has always been like this, he is right about things and not about people. If it was Simmons sitting in the co-pilot who just disliked him for driving slowly, he would not hesitate to unbuckle his seat belt and replace him with driving.

Fitz opened his mouth, looked at Simmons who turned his head and gave him a reproachful look, was stunned for a long time, looked at Kirk who had already sat in the back row without waiting for him to speak: "I...I don't have a driver's license here."

Although he is in the Commonwealth, he is a Londoner.

And he's an old Londoner with budding roots.

Kirk just laughed.

"What am I doing?"

"what?"

"NYPD!"

Kirk pointed to the walkie-talkie on the center console that also had the initials of the New York Police Department written on it, and looked at Fitz: "Go ahead, if someone stops you, I'll take care of it."

After speaking, Kirk didn't go to see Fitz again, and whether he wanted to or not, he took out his phone from his pocket, opened his mailbox, and checked the message sent by his European friend just now.

He was still thinking about where he could find a blood donation cart and take Gwen to give him blood.

Fitz opened his mouth again, looked at Kirk who was leaning on the back seat and playing with his mobile phone. He didn't care whether he was driving or not. He gritted his teeth and left the back seat to sit in the driver's seat.

10 minute later.

At the intersection about 36 minutes away from the 15th Precinct, Fitz, who had just come out of the ivory tower, looked blankly at the blue Ford that was smoking in front of him, and fell into self-doubt.

Although he has never driven a car here, he feels that his driving skills are still good.

But why did this car explode inexplicably?

Fitz was very puzzled.

Going to the side, Kirk, who finished calling the tow truck, took back his phone, walked to the side of the car, ignored Fitz, looked at Simmons and said, "The tow truck will arrive in about half an hour, let's go first, anyway, it's not far from the bureau."

Simmons nodded: "Okay."

Fitz on the side looked at Kirk who walked away immediately after speaking, and was stunned again, and quickly shouted: "Wait a minute, what about me."

Kirk turned to look at Fitz, his expression seemed a little puzzled by Fitz's words.

"You? Of course you stay here and wait for the trailer to come."

"What? I stay here."

"Nonsense, I didn't break the car."

Kirk looked at Fitz with some curiosity: "Could it be that the agents of your CDC are all like this, breaking other people's things, taking no responsibility at all, and just pat their butts and leave."

Fitz frowned.

Simmons saw that Kirk's words had risen to the issue of institutional style, and quickly looked at Fitz and said, "Fitz, you can stay here and wait for the tow truck, it will be soon anyway."

Fitz looked at Simmons' eyes and expression, opened his mouth, and finally nodded: "Okay."

Kirk didn't say anything more, but chose to turn around and leave.

Again.

He is not dealing with people, who is responsible, who is responsible, this is the principle.

Kirk didn't deliberately trick Fitz either.

It was he who said the car was slow.

When Kirk drove the blue Ford, he noticed that something was wrong with the car, so he drove a little slower.

Simmons looked at Fitz, who stayed where he was, and smiled apologetically, then turned around and caught up with Kirk who had walked 100 meters away.

"Just a moment, Detective Cullen."

"What's wrong."

Kirk turned his head to look at Simmons who was chasing up from behind and said.

After catching up with Kirk, Simmons adjusted his pace, held his notebook, and walked beside Kirk, explaining: "Fitz has been staying in the school before. This is his second mission. I want to say sorry to you on his behalf."

Kirk waved his hand: "No."

He didn't take this matter to heart at all.

and……

He doesn't have any thoughts about Simmons, if anything, he might be lying when he says he doesn't have any thoughts about Gwynn, but he's 100% no thoughts about Simmons.

He has seen Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Kirk thought to himself that he would never do it, sleeping alone for hundreds of years, just to wait for his girlfriend in the future.

and so.

Kirk glanced at Simmons and said, "Even if George was sitting in the back just now and thought I was driving slowly, I would still drive him into the driver's seat."

Simmons breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him again.

The next step they received was to participate in the autopsy of the lizardman that was fished out of the sewage pool this time, and they were waiting for further instructions.

So she didn't want to insult the NYPD because Fitz couldn't speak, and then exclude them from the case.

It would be hard to do that.

If she goes back and the bureau investigates her, she may not be held accountable, but there is no doubt that Fitz will be held accountable.

but……

Apart from his poisonous mouth, this detective is pretty good.

Simmons glanced at Kirk who continued to walk forward after he finished speaking, thinking in his heart, then hurriedly quickened his pace, and once again caught up with Kirk who was lagging behind by a large distance.

"Detective Cullen."

"Ah."

"I heard from them that you were there when the corpse was revived in the medical examiner's office?"

"Correct."

Kirk nodded: "What's wrong."

Simmons said: "Could you please briefly describe what happened at that time, because every time we go out on a mission, we have to write a detailed report."

Kirk glanced at Simmons, then nodded as he looked at the ten-minute walk to the bureau.

"Okay, let's talk as we go."

"Thank you."

"Need not."

"..."

(End of this chapter)