Cosma Empire

"If you can't do it, then return the famous post to me, and I'll ask the warden to say this." Delil rolled his wrists and palms up, rolled his eyes, and looked at the ceiling.

Prando had begun cursing in his heart, but he still maintained the demeanor of the police chief on his face. He opened the drawer and pressed his hand on the name card, but he did not take it out. "Even if I give it to you, you see The warden may not be able to see those three people either. "

Delier wasn't just entering the society and ignorant sissy. He sneered and still looked at the ceiling. "You can't give it to me, but I can go to Mrs. Vivian and ask for another one, and I will put me here Tell her everything that happened. I think maybe she will be very unhappy! "

This sentence caused Prando to raise his arm. He put the famous post on the table, but he still didn't hand it to Delier. He still needs to work harder. "I'm very sorry, I still have I do n’t know what your name is ... Delil? Okay, Delil ... First, I can return the name card to you, but have you considered how you can find the warden? Are you sure you know how to deal with the warden? Does the warden deal? "

"That's a barbarous man. He's dangerous and rude. It's better ... this way!", Prando's brain turned at a high speed when his wife found him secretly. If he was close to his head, he would He put his ears on his scalp, and he could even hear the crackling sound of his brain as he swirled. "I took you and this name card with me to the warden, and then I came to persuade him to agree with you, after all Your request is to get angry with people who already belong to him on his site. This is also a rude behavior to him, do you think? "

There was a smile on his face that grew smoother and smoother, "You should have heard that prisoners call the warden the king, then those prisoners are actually the king's people, so this matter needs to be communicated. I have something to do with the warden, and I should be able to explain to him, then you will have the opportunity to take this breath out! "

Delier hesitated, and finally nodded, "But you have to hurry up, I will go back to Mrs. Vivian before five o'clock in the evening, and it will never be me who is unlucky.

"No problem!", Prandol breathed a sigh of relief, he handed the name card to Delier, and at the same time came out from behind the table, "You sit for a while, I will arrange work, most In five minutes we set off and took my police car. "

He did not want to be unreasonable when he reached his goal. He sat quietly by the bar and poured a glass of wine under the warm reception of Prandeau.

I took a seat for almost ten minutes.

Immediately after leaving the office, Plando found an old police officer who was more familiar with him. He did not dare to find young police officers because he understood that these young people who had just transferred from the police school or from the army Has a speechless sense of justice. When the police need a sense of justice, but also depends on when, every time the sense of justice bursts out can only be bad.

"Cod, did they take it away?" When the two reached the stairs on the first floor, Prando asked. The old police officer nodded and responded to him. Cod and his party walked for about an hour. This answer reassured Prando completely. From the police station to the regional prison, it is necessary to cross the entire city, leave the city and continue to walk for about twenty kilometers before going to the periphery of the prison.

The speed of the escorted vehicle is not fast, it is not that the road is not good, or the car is not good. There is actually another gray rule in it. Sometimes some prisoners are escorted to the prison. Relatives or friends of the prisoner or even superiors in the gang wait on the roadside. They will tell the prisoner something, or touch the prisoner's emotions. In the process of breaking the rules, they will also give the police responsible for the **** some benefits.

Saving money is the most common. When it is less than 20 or 30 yuan, it is more than three or fifty yuan or even a hundred yuan. In addition, you can get cigarettes and alcohol. Escort prisoners is a very oily job, so these police officers can drive as slow as they can on the road, and wait for a year and a half.

After a while, they should be out of town.

Prando immediately looked around, lowering his voice and instructing: "Go to Gordor immediately and tell him that something has changed. Let him stop the escorted car, and then treat the three guys fiercely. After a short meal, at least people can't see them, you follow him. "He patted the old policeman's shoulder, and pressed his mouth slightly against the back of his neck, pinching," Do you understand? ? "

The old police officer had a complete complexion and nodded his head ~ www.readwn.com ~ I see. I asked Godol to beat the three guys, and I was with them. "

"Very good!", Prando complimented, "Don't kill people, but you must not see their original appearance and ask him to do it immediately. After you finish, you go to prison first, if you see After waiting for my police car, wait outside. If you don't see my police car, let the **** car be slower, understand? "

"Well, I understand. I can't kill you. I'll go to the prison first. If you are there, I will wait for you outside. If you are not there, I will stop the escort." No objections.

Prando let go of his hand, tidy up the opponent's collar, and swept the other's shoulder. After Ander retires, you'll be ready. "

The old police officer was a stunner. Ender was the director of the bureau. There were four bureaus in Tener City. Although the authority of the bureau chief was not necessarily high, it was a leap forward. This means that one day he will have the opportunity to question the throne of the head of the regional police station. Even if he cannot, he will have great power in the jurisdiction of the branch. Power is often inexplicably turned into financial resources. For an old policeman who has already stepped into middle age, he is only interested in money besides power.

Looking at the back of the old police officer running out, Prando was relieved. He hid in the archives room, stared at the wall clock, and waited for more than ten minutes. After calculating that the old policeman should have contacted Godor before walking out of the archives room.

He pushed the door of the director's office with a smile. "Wait, right? The work is too busy, let's go now!"