"Agent Jemeni, don't be fine. I apologize for Yvette's unintentional mistake just now. Please advise the team members not to be too strong in their hands."
Who knows better than tea art? Carl's mask smile diplomatic skills are not very skilled, just enough.
Lao Tulei is more self-aware.
In this situation, even the struggle between literature and martial arts cannot help, and perhaps it will be more unhelpful.
He pulled Avis to squat down and picked up the materials scattered all over the floor - this was what he and Carl racked their juices and exchanged for the cost of their hair, so they couldn't show it to the dog boys in the Central Bureau!
To be fair, Lao Tulei is more willing to work with Carl to create a future.
The man Carl does not prepare for criticism, which is more down-to-earth.
Unlike the group of dog kids in Central Agents.
When my uncle jumped into a big truck to catch thieves and went up the mountain to rescue people, they were still in his father's stomach.
Every time I handle a case with a central agent, I keep talking about "this state policeman" and "this agent".
Always pick up a superior airing...
Old Tu Lei shook his head while picking it up.
Ives is young and strong, with long hands and feet, and can pick it up quickly.
He suddenly crossed the boundary and reached his hands at Scott's feet.
I don’t know whether Scott’s dog was trampled on it intentionally or unintentionally. He was confident and thought sinisterly that this kid was not a state policeman or a strange bureau, and he stepped on it.
Although Avis shrank quickly, he was still rolled on his fingers by the sharp and flat leather soles.
"hiss!"
"Be careful, my leather shoes are new!"
The villain Scott complained first, but there was nothing in his mouth.
Ivis Amber swelled up with anger within one second:
I am willing to do it under Carl's hands, because Kasir is a gentle boss - the criminals, except for the bad guys who are beaten up.
He Scott is a big watermelon!!
Yvette is a friendly army, and his friend's enemy is a bitch!
Avis stood up with a dark face and full of evil spirits.
Condescending, Death stares at Scott:
"Apologize, or let me step back!"
When the prodigal son Scott heard this, he sighed that I was almost knocked to the left hemiplegia by the fat girl today.
Now even the young man who is not qualified to carry the police badge dares to ride on his head.
Young Agent Scott is furious:
"What are you?"
Avis has been fighting for five years in Sanda and three years in the Taekwondo Hall. He has been beaten by his own mother with her hair on her hair for more than ten years. He thinks he is still a thing.
"Ivy stops!!"
Carl didn't finish his words.
Ivis knocked Scott down like a bull.
"Crazy-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang
The office booth was overwhelmed, and the stationery, computers and small potted plants were all spared.
Several backend clerks who were originally in the open office area joined the Chiyu camp and avoided it.
Crazy Avis was riding on the dog-good Scott, raising his fist as the big sand pot, and pounding it down to his face...
"Bang!"
Jemeni almost grabbed Avis' iron arm and stunned - the kid's arm strength was amazing, and his hand almost dislocated.
Carl rushed over and wrapped his hands around Ivis' shoulders.
Barring to stabilize the Spanish bullfighting Ivis.
This kid who doesn't wear a police badge can sue Scott if he hits him, but he must not slap him in the face - central agents can be without internal responsibilities, but they need face.
"Sir, I am going to arrest you urgently now and stand up!"
At an emergency, Jemoney did not forget to engage in political skills.
Carl glared at him:
"Say a few words, no one thinks you are dead!"
Unexpectedly, Carl and Jemeni, the two senior agents, could not hold back Ivis, both senior agents.
Comrade Ive easily broke free from Jemoney and snatched up the latter's face with his backhand.
Five-clawed claws were like octopus monsters, tangling Jemeni's handsome face.
With a "dong" sound, I pressed it on the wall and said frantically:
"Damn! I'm still in the internship anyway, so it's better not to do this agent! I just don't like you!"
Jemoney was pressed by Avis, who was half a head tall, and his hands couldn't pick the other's hands.
He had to pull out his Glock from the holster on his waist with one hand.
Pull the safety plug and point at Ives.
"Boy! There is still a difference between having a police badge and not having a police badge."
His nose bridge was almost broken by the damn intern!
"Jemony!"
Carl stared at him, his eyes as if he was eating people, gritted his teeth and shouted out three words from his lungs, but he did not dare to act rashly to grab the gun. In this posture, even if Jemeni fired, he would take a big and small punishment.
"Boy, you have a criminal record now, so you won't want to enter the public office system in this life!"
Jamenie's gun was poked around Ivis' neck.
He wanted to stimulate Ivis and further induce him to go crazy, so that it would be easier to shoot.
"Shut up! Ivy, with me here, you can let go!"
Carl looked him seriously in the eyes, his voice as gentle as ever.
Avis' five fingers were still stuck to Jemoney's face, like a sculpture, maintaining a posture of pressing the wall of his face.
The huge space is as quiet as a cemetery for a moment.
Several civilian staff in the office area have long been away from the eye of the typhoon.
As a pond fish, Lao Tu Lei no longer picked up paper and was no longer in a daze.
Slowly reach out, haha, test it, quickly snatched Gemeni's Glock 19:
"Jie, don't be impulsive."
He turned around and unloaded the guy who was eating with Jemeni and placed it on the table.
Everyone felt relieved.
Old Tule Lei used his skills and Mian again, and then he picked up Avis' fingers one by one, and then Jameni took back his handsome face.
"Mr. Amber! How can you catch your face?"
Lao Tulei wanted to hit him hard on the back of his head!
He suspected that this dead boy had his head empty and wanted to knock it to listen to it.
Otherwise, how dare I be in the state police territory, the central agent who was on the wall was obviously only brave but not brains!
But he was afraid that the fire would add fuel to the fire and would make Avis angry, and the next person who lost his facial features was himself.
The dead boy just now rushed to the crowd so fast and powerful, like a fierce and hungry cheetah.
I don't know, I thought Scott had the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife, and he shared the same hatred of the Milky Way.
Sharp contradictions resolved.
Both sides of the conflict have no action anymore.
Yvette silently picked up her materials - Since the boss was doing his job, I would probably be able to die, so I would pick up the materials silently and curse them for giving birth to a son without a back garden.
Carl stared at Ivis's hand, thinking.
Other police officers also came to help pick up paper.
Jemeni pulled Scott, who was extremely embarrassed and embarrassed to Grandma Taizu's house.
The atmosphere is much harmonious, like a balloon that has risen to a critical point, being deflated in time.
Avis lowered his head, silent, disappointed, and irritable.
Unemployed twice in one day.
I thought I could join the public office and give my mother a warning.
I still can't bear it, there are some disadvantages within the system...
He may be really a waste as his mother said...
How happy I was just now, how disappointed I am now.
I really want to investigate the case with Carl...
Working with Neil, Teresh, and Evette should be fun.
Neil is a talented person and speaks nicely.
He hasn't stolen enough of Evette's snacks yet...
But these three dogs are so annoying!
Although Evette is a policewoman, he is a girl first!
I can't bear to bully the girl!
I can't stand my fingers!
I always bark Karl sarcastically, I can't bear it!
Ivis didn't regret it at all when he thought of this.
With his head held high and his chest held high, he walked out of the service hall like he was winning a battle.
With the attention of visitors and police officers in the service hall, they stride out of the state investigation bureau.
Carl chased him out.
The afterglow is slanted, hazy and dazzling,
The air outside is much fresher.
Ivis walked towards the parking lot and was stopped by Carl.
"Kasir... Sorry, I beat them and left a record of the case, so I can't be an agent, right? Don't worry, it's time to cooperate with the investigation, I will still be there any time."
Avis wrung the hem of his expensive matte leather jacket and dared not look directly at Carl.
"You passed the internship assessment."
Chapter completed!