Marcole tried to struggle to resist with his strong body, but was let go of Avis.
"Sir, I'm so embarrassed. The situation was urgent just now. I misjudged it. Thank you for your cooperation."
Ivis was decent, uncuffed his handcuffs and showed his policeman's ID, which was quite a bit of an airshot of an officer.
The situation was urgent just now, and the other party gave him the familiarity of being fleeing and repetitive offenders, so he handcuffed him without saying a word.
Now, when you look closely, this dirty, stink and strong homeless young man was covered with a large shadow of virtual red on his back.
It's like a husky just washed from a pet grooming center, a big dog with soft hair.
Dogs are super powerful?
This kid is actually a super powerful person!
Carl's super-energy infiltrates more food!
The strong and angry Marcole wanted to get angry and wanted to yell "What's wrong with you, Fake?", but he saw the words FSIB written on the police card.
He was wandering at the gate of the state bureau for three days, but was suddenly pressed down by several police officers to check his identity.
The others had BOIs on their IDs. This tall, mighty, seemingly rich young police officer was from the same place as the person on the business card!!
Marcole was so excited that he grabbed Ivis's police officer's certificate, and his expression was so serious that he smoked, "Police...Police! You! Do you know this person? Call Carl! I don't know what kind of official he is, he asked me to come to him! He wants to give me a job! Where is he??"
"Wo... let it go! I've been crushed by you!"
Avis thought the strong homeless man wanted to rob the policeman's certificate and was about to teach him a lesson, but the other party directly called out the name of his immediate boss, brother-in-law and brother-in-law.
"Carl? Why are you looking for him?"
Avis broke open Marcole's rough and powerful fingers one by one, fearing that this young man, who was afraid that this bad criminal's sense of déjà vs. his police officer's certificate would be tore him away.
"Work? I think... you have the temperament of his work content." Avis looked at the straightforward and rude bear in front of him from beginning to end, and concluded that this was a criminal wanted by Carl.
But is the prisoner blocking the road to look for someone at the gate of the state bureau? Is it difficult to use his mind?
"Officer! Where is he called the sir Carl? He promised me!"
The paranoid Marcole stopped arresting the police officer's certificate and instead arrested Avis on both shoulders.
The powerful fingers pinched the strong shoulders of the dog like a trap, and shook them back and forth vigorously.
"Wo!! Relax! Let go of your hands! I can accuse you of attacking the police! There is a camera here!"
Avis pointed to the camera at the gate of the state bureau, thinking that this young man was crazy.
Very good guy, just crazy.
Ives heard that when assisting other state departments in handling cases, most homeless people are in a mental state or mental state.
"Please tell me! Where is Carl? I've been waiting here for three days!"
"What are you asking for him?"
Avis clenched Marcole's tight-knit fingers one by one, got rid of the shackles, and looked at the stinky homeless man.
Although Ives is a bad pen with his colleagues, he has been a vigilant pen after more than two months of experience.
"He said he wanted to work for me! And I waited here for three days and didn't show up! The guard told me that he was not in the state bureau!"
Marcole has been released from the detention center for the past three days and has not dared to leave the state bureau gate for half a step. He can't help but step forward to inquire when he sees anyone.
After confirming that he was not a fugitive, some police officers would tell him that Carl was not in the bureau and would come back in a few days; some police officers left with contempt; some were friendly and asked him to come back in a few days...
He had no food or water, and could not steal anything anymore. He rumored to search for food and drinks for several nearby trash cans.
But Ives has doubts about this "work".
Although this kid has a big Husky super system, Carl's taste is so bad that he doesn't have to find such a homeless man to find someone to get into the sea of ​​the universe to get the manure.
"Wait, I'll call, what's your name?"
"Marcole White, sir! Did you call Carl? I've called many, but he didn't answer."
Marco took out his treasured business card and pointed to the landline phone number above.
Avis ignored him and turned his back and spoke in a low voice to Carl.
Marcole pricked his ears and eavesdropped.
"Will, Carl, do you know someone named Marcol White? It's very...are good, stopping people everywhere at the door of the state bureau and picking up trash."
Compared to the endless chattering more than two months ago, Ives is more professional in doing business and professionalism, and he is concise and explains the time, place, person and event in one sentence.
He has made a lot of progress without realizing it.
"Get him in."
...
Galileo Bureau Canteen.
"What! You're confused! You're going to hire this beach son!"
Avis pointed to the back of the strong head of Marcole who went to make a meal and questioned Carl indignantly, "He is a homeless man, a fugitive, and a criminal's demeanor! Maybe he has really committed a crime!! Are you showing off?? This kid is born to be a good material for crime!"
"He has no criminal record, he has just grown up and only has administrative penalties."
Carl whispered chopsticks and said calmly.
"Shenma? He is only 18 years old? So precocious? I don't care! I hate this kid!"
Ives had a tortilla in one hand, stuffed with sweet mouth.
The appearance of Marcole's criminals, protruding brow bones and vicious physique are indeed types that everyone hates.
"You don't need to like it. He will be yours in the future. You can teach him more fighting skills. I will be of use."
Carl took a sip of the soup and was very satisfied with the arrangement.
Ivis is the only one who can give Marcole the correct guidance in terms of force and martial arts spirit.
Moreover, both of them are poor students, one gangster and the other tramp, a match made by heaven!
"Damn it! Carl, you are sick! I still need someone to take care of you! I refuse to have anything to do with him! I will take responsibility if something happens!"
Ives is actually lazy, troublesome, and extremely disgusted with Marcole.
All the Marcole who went to have a meal heard what they said, and Avis had a loud voice.
The strong and angry young man, the bear, hates a shiny and beautiful slutty like Avis.
This kind of person relies on his good background and rich resources, but he is arrogant and looks down on others...
But Marcole has no choice...
He is an adult.
The pale Carl is right, if you steal something, you will really have to go to prison.
He heard from the gangsters in the community that prisons are not a good place. No matter how hard they can be beaten, they are often beaten, bullied, or teased.
Those damn criminals will throw your toothbrush into the sewer or urinary pool, torture all kinds of things!
As long as he can eat enough and doesn't have to go to prison, he is willing to do anything!
"Add another pound of rice and give it a little more!"
Marcole followed Avis's appearance and stretched out the stainless steel food dish.
The aunt at the canteen's meal-making window made a "click" and added 500 grams of rice to this young man who was so dirty that he couldn't see the background.
Then, the aunt who made the meal had a flexible finger and pressed 3000 plate.
Marcole solemnly swiped Carl's meal card on the machine, "Dou! Payment is successful."
At this moment, he was extremely happy.
Chapter completed!