"Come in, sit down and talk!"
Russell let the two unlucky guys come into the room to talk, and took out two bottles of soda from the refrigerator. As soon as he turned around, Max saw T1 napping on the sofa.
Beautiful short form!
"Officer Russell, I didn't know you had a cat and it was so cute..."
Max had zero resistance in front of the cat, so she picked up the shorthair and started to jerk it off. The result was terrible. She was very skilled and stroked her very hard, but the shorthair was unmoved and was too lazy to moan.
It is understandable that although it looks like a cat, it is actually a robot.
He tried to scratch the short man's chin twice in a row, but was slapped away with his claws. Max was deeply shocked and felt bad all over.
"Max, you can tell by his temperament that this is a well-educated aristocratic cat. You should be more polite."
Could it be that Caroline was very happy to see Max deflated and mocked her a few words.
"You mean, this upper-class cat has seen through my poor nature, so he ignores me?"
Max refused to admit defeat and immediately taunted him, "Don't be proud, you are a penniless poor guy like me."
While the two were talking, Mei Dan jumped up and lay down on another single sofa with her eyes closed to relax.
"You're right, it really hates us."
"Besides borrowing the bathroom, what else do you two beauties do?"
Russell put the soda on the coffee table. "If you want to borrow money, you can just say so. Don't be embarrassed. I know you are poor."
"..."x2
Caroline rolled her eyes. The vicious tongues of a man and a woman made her deeply uncomfortable. She remembered the main purpose of this trip and spoke it in concise language.
Winter is about to enter, and Caroline's pet, a former champion racehorse named 'Chestnut', has nowhere to put her. If left alone, it is very likely that she will not be able to survive the cold winter.
"So, you want my help to contact a horse farm and let Li Bao stay there for the winter?"
"No, we would like to ask your help to ask, are the New York Mounted Police still recruiting horses?"
Caroline recounted Li Bao's glorious record and concluded, "It has won three awards at equestrian shows. It is very good and has pure British blood. The most important thing is that it does not cost money."
Russell was silent when he heard this. Two unlucky guys who could barely afford to raise horses by themselves. Raising horses in New York is indeed a headache.
An even more troublesome problem is that the New York Mounted Police has more than a hundred police horses. Maybe they will be short of a few candidates, but they will never let a former handsome horse retire in the stable.
"Caroline, answer me directly, how old is Li Bao this year?"
"Well……"
Caroline lowered her head. Li Bao was old and out of shape, and was no longer young.
"Officer Russell, you may have misunderstood what Caroline meant. We gave the chestnut to the New York Police Department for free, not to be ridden."
Max said seriously, "It has British blood, and its offspring will be very good. It is a stallion, and it is used to ride other girls."
Russell(_)
As expected of Max, he would drive whenever he disagreed with her, and it was really cool to listen to her talk.
"Officer, what do you think? Is it making a lot of money?"
"No, I think you are thinking too much. The New York Mounted Police has a dedicated horse farm to provide new blood. Wherever Li Bao goes, he may not even be able to fall in love..."
Russell curled his lips and said, "I will show you a clear path. Build a stable in the yard. It will help the chestnut survive the winter and you will not lose it. Then I can also open the window and feel the fresh air."
"Max, Officer Russell is right, we can build a stable in the yard so that we don't have to give away the chestnuts." Caroline's eyes lit up and she liked this idea.
"Shut up, you penniless poor guy!"
Max glared at Caroline, thought for a moment and lowered the zipper a few centimeters, "Okay, Officer Russell, we're here to borrow money."
"But you said that you only have the ability to borrow money, but you have no ability to repay debts."
"Yeah, I also said I have other ways to repay the debt!"
Max raised his chest and raised his head, prepared not to leave tonight, no, prepared to move in directly and never leave again.
"You're awesome..."
Russell was convinced. If he was as thick-skinned as Max, he would have already taken down Miss Satan through hard work.
Snapped!
He took out a stack of American knives from his wallet and slapped them on the coffee table without counting them. "Build a better stable, one with an air filter, do you understand?"
Caroline picked up a stack of hundred-dollar bills and hurriedly counted them. "Officer, thank you for your generous assistance, but... there are too many to use so much money."
"Shut up, Caroline!"
Max stood up and stood up "Officer Russell, where is your bedroom, let's start paying off the debt!"
Russell(_)
"No need, I also want to improve the quality of life."
Russell waved his hand, "If you can't accept it, just treat it as if I spent the money to buy Li Bao and keep it in the yard on the first floor. Is that okay?"
"Officer, do you really not need to think about it again?"
Max bit his lower lip, winked, and leaned over to show off his career.
Russell(_)
…
When the two girls returned home, Caroline rushed into the yard holding a wad of bills and told Li Bao that he was about to have a new home.
When she returned to the house, she found Max with his hands on his hips and an angry look on his face, seemingly unconvinced.
"Max, what's wrong with you?"
"That damn police officer, what on earth is he thinking? Am I not good?"
"He hurt my pride as badly as his cat did," Max fumed.
"Calm down, this only shows that Officer Russell is a good police officer, and we should be lucky to have such a reliable neighbor."
"No, I'm not calm right now. I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to force him!"
"Max, Officer Russell has an arsenal with him and he's going to kill you."
Caroline persuaded her with good words and presented the facts. Even if Max would not be beaten to death on the spot, he would still live in prison for a while.
"Okay, let's let him go for now...just this once." After Max said that, he opened the door and walked towards the third floor.
"Max, where are you going?"
"I was just blinded by his money offensive and let go of the love of my life, the jacuzzi, and now I'm going to apologize to it."
"Wait for me, I forgot too."
…
Early the next morning, Russell drove to the police station and caught a gangster who was robbing him on the street. He didn't want the gangster to get into his Camaro, handcuffed him in place, and then took him away in a police car.
He was busy all morning, sorted out the case, and made a simple and clear report, and then the system beep sounded in his ears.
"Just like I imagined, a case can only be truly solved if the criminal bastard is caught and brought to justice."
Russell nodded thoughtfully, judging that this world mission would not last long. On the surface, the total number of fifty-five cases was exaggerated, and it was most likely a long-term mission.
But in fact, this is New York in dire straits, or an enhanced version of chaos, with no shortage of villains, big and small.
As long as he works hard and doesn't slack off, and works overtime 24 hours a day, he can finish it in a month.
"Why try not to be lazy?"
Russell asked himself, the world is chaotic enough, and there are enough characters in the plot. Of course, he should wait slowly in order to trigger more draws.
"Russell, come in, I have something to ask you."
The director opened the office door and saw Russell making tea and drinking comfortably, and waved to him.
Russell walked into the office quickly. He had planted a spiritual suggestion in the director's heart and successfully established an all-powerful elite image. Once a major case occurs, the director will immediately think of him as the 'number one expert in the New York Police Department' .
He is indeed a master. Among the policemen in New York, he is the fastest and most accurate with pistols.
Also, the t1 incident is still unfolding, and the bureau is currently short of manpower. The director asked his superiors for help, but there are really not many people available.
"Director, what's the matter?" Russell sat down on the chair with a teacup in his hand.
"See for yourself."
The director threw an encrypted document on his desk and sighed, "This is a secret mission involving internal personnel of the police station. I don't want you to make too much of a fuss and cause uproar in the city."
"ok!"
Russell opened the file and saw a photo of a middle-aged white policeman, about forty years old, with a very fake smile.
Seeing this photo, Russell thought it was Gordon...no, it clicked, it looked familiar, and with a little more beard, he was Harry Potter's godfather, Sirius.
"Chief, what has Chief Stanfield committed? Why are you investigating him privately?"
Russell scanned the documents at a glance. There was an anti-drug case involving Stanfield. An informant reported that he used his position to sell laundry detergent and formed a large gang. It was a complete disgrace to the police and a cancer in society.
"Some time ago, Chief Stan was a rising star, the backbone of the police department. His superiors had great trust in him and were preparing to promote him to squadron leader (police inspector). But in the blink of an eye, this kind of scandal was exposed. ...A crisis of public opinion is very detrimental to our reputation, and the public will question us, do you understand?"
Russell nodded, "Understood, I will blow his head off from ten kilometers away, then fake the scene and say it was a killer who did it."
"Don't play tricks, no one told you to do that."
The director glanced at Russell speechlessly and continued, "Regarding Chief Stan's investigation, there is a lack of important evidence at hand, and his identity cannot be followed through conventional procedures. This is your task, collect evidence to prove his guilt or innocence."
"I understand. Collect witnesses and physical evidence, and then hand them over to the bosses above and let them have a headache."
"Yes, that's it."
The director nodded with satisfaction and added, "If you do it beautifully, I will consider promoting you to a police detective."
"Director, please don't say that. I work seriously not because I am greedy for power or money, but because I have a righteous heart."
"..."
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There is a reward from the leader of "There are ashes of fire", but I missed it yesterday.
Preliminary calculation shows that I owe the bosses 6 chapters, and I still have 4 chapters due to my leave, which just makes up a round number.
