"Boss, someone reported that he witnessed a murder in the street. What should I do now?"

    Prando, who had just returned to the police station, had one foot outside the door. A young policeman came over, stood beside him and pointed to an old woman sitting on a bench. Prandtl rolled his eyes. He burped and vomited a breath of wine. "What should I do? Of course, it''s to file a case for investigation and find out the murderer. Do you want me to take you to do it before you know what to do?"

    Just as he was about to go inside, he was ready to go back to the lounge in the office and lie down for a while. The young policeman took a step and stopped him again. It took only half a second for his impatience to change to a little anger. A pair of eyes hidden a trace of anger, the tone is also very unfriendly, "I said damn, what else? Whose cow is lost? Or the sewer is blocked?"

    With an awkward smile on his face, the young policeman whispered, "it was wood''s confidant who died, Mr. Jim."

    The slightly fuming strength of the wine dissipated from prando''s body in an instant. He trembled, grabbed the young policeman''s collar, lifted him to his face, almost face to face, "you mean wood woodcutter wood died his dog leg Jim?" when he saw the young policeman nod his head, prando pushed him away and strode to his office, "Make it clear to me. I remember you mean murder in the street? Then there must be more than one witness. Make it clear to me. You come with me first."

    When he was about to enter the office, he knocked on the desk close to the office. A good-looking woman in her thirties looked up at him and said, "let Hugh roll over, now!". With that, Prandtl fell into the office, and the little policeman followed him.

    Sitting in the comfortable boss''s chair, Prandtl tore the collar that fits his neck very well. He pointed to the cup on one side of the bar, "get me some damn ice water. God, you learned to stop in the police school, didn''t you? Open your eyes. There are a lot of things in the world for you to do!"

    The young policeman walked to the bar with his head down and got a glass of ice water for Mr. prando. To put it simply, cold water with ice. It is said that small household freezers have been sold in the capital, but it is too far away for tenar. All ice cubes in the city come from tener ice factory. Ice cubes are divided into three grades: ice cubes made of boiled water, ice cubes made of tap water and ice cubes made of well water.

    The materials used are different, and the prices are naturally different. Of course, Mr. prando uses the best.

    He took the cool cup and took a big sip. The whole person felt a burst of comfort. This is not good for fat people. Even in autumn, they need ice water to cool down. He put the cup on the coaster of his desk, looked at the young policeman and picked his finger. "Don''t you think you should say something now?"

    The policeman was inspired and immediately said, "Except for the old woman outside who needed a rest because she was too frightened, more than 20 people have reported to the police. They all said that they had witnessed a murder with their own eyes. At present, the only one who can confirm the identity of the dead is Jim. He was murdered by a young man at the table beside the street of tiantianle barbecue shop. The young man put a hook through his chin Then he stabbed him in the neck and chest and died on the spot. "

    "In addition, there is a murder case. The deceased is beyond recognition. We haven''t been able to know the identity of the deceased yet. However, according to witnesses, the deceased gathered with a group of tramps before and may also be gang members..."

    For a long time, Prandtl looked up at the little police officer, "what did you just say?", the little police officer''s body was slightly stiff. When he was about to say something, Prandtl waved his hand and didn''t let him go on, "forget it, I know. You did a good job. Continue to investigate these things, now!"

    After the little policeman turned and left, prando sighed. He didn''t notice what the little policeman was saying just now. When he knew that the dead man was Jim, he immediately thought of the war between gangs. Recently, he also learned that someone violated the rules of the three giants of private wine industry in tenell City and sold it to the bar in private. He entered the market without their consent The height of the field is private wine.

    From the first day he knew about it, he had a faint hunch that if the fool continued to act against the rules, it would probably lead to the joint suppression of the three giants. Not surprisingly, there were three fewer people sent by wood to inquire about the news in a few days. It must be the hands of those stunned youths. In fact, at that time, prando felt that things could change Room.

    As long as those people take out a sum of money, apologize and act according to the rules, there may not be any greater conflict.

    It''s only been a few days?

    Jim is dead!

    Doesn''t this mean that the two groups are going to war?

    As the police chief of tenell City, prando hates and fears the war between gangs most. The war between small gangs is a little better, and it often ends soon under the limitation of number and scale, and the war between tycoons is the most deadly. They will mobilize more people to openly hate and kill each other on a larger scale, and even kill each other A massive fight!

    Such a thing has not never happened in tenar city. Every large-scale war means that he, the chief of the police station, will be in big trouble. From the society, from the superior, and from those taxpayers.

    The matter is too big. The imperial police investigation bureau will certainly intervene in the matter. If it''s not done well, he may have to move his ass and go to the poor mountains and rivers more far away from the hospital to guard the fish pond.

    This is really a big trouble!

    Just then the door was pushed open, and a guy who didn''t even wear a police uniform came in. He was xiuen. He is not a police officer. He belongs to the imperial police investigation bureau. His full name is the imperial police defense Investigation Bureau. If the local police station manages the public security of a region, the imperial police investigation bureau manages the public security of all parts of the Empire and major criminal cases. They have more power than local police stations, and some agents are stationed in every city.

    Sean, the FBI agent in tenell.

    It is said that this guy was kicked by the top to tenell to provide for the aged because he did something wrong. He was young and a little cynical. He didn''t bother prando after coming to tenell city. In prando''s eyes, this guy looks like a gangster, far more than he looks like an FBI agent. He spends all day fooling around with some guys who are obviously not decent people on the roadside, or haunting bars every day.

    It was less than two years since xiuen came to tenell City, but speaking of the local gangs, he was more profound and clear than the director prando.

    "What''s the matter?", Sean rubbed his eyes. He had a crazy night with a hot girl last night. If prando''s secretary hadn''t called him, he might still be sleeping. By the way, Sean''s office is on the second floor of the police station, the southernmost one.

    He went to the bar and took out a cup, put some ice cubes, then took out a bottle of wine worth 35 yuan from the wine rack and poured himself a glass.

    Looking at his xiuen, who was as familiar as in his own home, Prandtl''s eyes stared round, "I said, didn''t you hear any news? Jim is dead!"

    Xiuen took a sip and nodded with satisfaction. "It tastes good. Where did you buy it?"

    Prandtl slapped on the table and was furious. "Can''t you understand people?"

    Xiuen was stunned. "Did you use non-human language when communicating with me?" he said. He laughed while prando didn''t completely explode. He went to prando and pressed him on the chair according to his shoulder. "I know, I know, Jim, right? It''s normal that everyone is going to die, even the God is dead?"

    Prando, who was angry, suddenly felt that he was not angry. You deserve to be demoted to tenar. You don''t lose money in going to the countryside because of your temperament!