Cosma Empire

Mrs Vivienne left Tenell Police Station shortly thereafter, disliking the place for the "nasty" stuff going on everywhere.

It's not that there is anything here that makes her feel disgusted, and it's impossible for someone to dare to make indecent gestures towards her. For her, the so-called "indecent" can be regarded as indecent, vulgar, ugly, and dirty. A collection of negative descriptions such as dirty. She is like spotless holy silver, clean and holy, but here is full of filth and nasty things.

Watching Mrs. Vivienne's car go away, Prondo slumped on the chair with a dejected face. It was already time to get off work. A minute ago, he was humming a little song and planning to change into casual clothes and go to the bar to relax. But after a minute, he could only try his best not to let any bad words come out of his mouth.

Hell, Tenell City is small, but no matter how small the city is, it definitely won't have only three or five people, or thirty or fifty people. This is a city, not a kindergarten, and God knows what the name of the guy depicted in the three portraits on the table is and where he lives. And the slightly distorted lines...Prando can't find an adjective anymore. He thinks that if someone can really look like this ghost, then they must be the sons of the devil, and their mother is the devil, because people are Absolutely absolutely impossible to grow like this.

If someone ordered him, he still had a chance to perfunctory. After all, he was a bureau chief with a lot of things to do. Isn't it normal to hand over the entrustment to his subordinates? When the other party came again, and then pushed a certain little policeman who didn't like him to take the blame, the matter was almost resolved-everyone was a smart person, and he showed that he was powerless in this way, if the other party wanted to Forcing him is deliberately finding fault.

To fault a police chief?

hehe……!

But Mrs. Vivienne is different. Whether it is her husband, or her own power and energy, it is not something that he, a regional police chief, can handle perfunctorily. He can guarantee that if he can't find these three people in a short time, he will definitely be in big trouble! Nobody likes trouble because trouble means loss.

Money that might be lost, police hats that might be lost, and other important things that might be lost.

Just when Plando called the two police officers to frown together, Xiu En, who had just woken up, came down from the second floor yawning. Rub away the slightly dry and hard eye mucus.

This sleep is really comfortable, he is still intoxicated in the perfect sleep before, falling asleep in the sun is definitely a kind of enjoyment!

When he was about to leave the police station, he was attracted by the lights behind him. He hesitated for about half a second. His original plan was to find a bar, and then find a more open girl. After playing all night, they came back to sleep together. After 0.5 seconds, he didn't know whether it was his conscience or curiosity, he walked towards the police chief's office, which should have been closed early.

The moment he opened the door, the corners of his mouth twitched, and Prondo showed two familiar policemen in their forties who couldn't name them, staring at the three portraits he had put on the desk. His eyeballs turned red, and there was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground, still smoking.

"What's the matter? The master's work?" His curiosity became stronger, and he couldn't help making a sound. He walked over, walked between the three people and the portrait, and stretched out his little finger after reading it carefully. The long nails scratched his ears, "You hired a new painter? If I were you, I would tell him to leave immediately. If I didn't know these three moles, I wouldn't even know that this thing painted people!"

In the next second, Xiu En only felt that he seemed to have grown at least two inches in the instant he spoke, and he slapped Prondo's hands tightly clutching his collar, "Put me down, we can communicate if there is anything, I just stole some bottles of wine from you,

You can't do this to me, can you? ! "

Plando was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the wine cabinet. His wine cabinet is shaped like an X-shaped fence, made of wooden boards, and can hold a total of thirty-two bottles of wine. Before Xiu En came, he remembered that there were good wines given to him in every space in his wine cabinet, but now...he counted, and there were still eleven bottles left.

Why was it not discovered before?

The damn guy!

When Pronto was about to do something, his hands suddenly loosened. He picked up a portrait with three things like wild strawberries on his face, placed it in front of Xiu En, and asked loudly: "Do you know this one?" Guy?!"

"Relax, buddy, I'm just saying something casually...I promise I'll tell you anything you want to know, do you want to know the color of my underwear?" Xiu En raised his hands, with a flattering smile on his face, The barrel of Prondo's gun was pressed against his chin, making him twist his neck uncomfortably, "By the way, you mean this person? Of course I know him. He is Gedor's subordinate, named Cod. In the eleven years of the Godor gang, they were prosecuted six times in total, four of which were released in court due to insufficient evidence, and the other two were forgiven by the defendant, and the lawsuit was withdrawn privately. In the archives room, the seventeenth write In the thirty-third file in the first drawer of the cabinet that wrote "Goldor Criminal Group", there is a photo of this guy!"

Whether it was Prandeau or the two old police officers, they all looked at each other, but their jaws were pressed against the gun. Is it necessary to do this to this extent?

Prondo put away his pistol, turned his head, and an old police officer ran towards the file room immediately. He smiled and pointed to the wine cabinet, "It's all given to you."

Xiu En originally had some complaints on his face, but in the next second he smiled brightly. He exposed Prondo's shoulder affectionately, and patted him on the back, "My good brother, since you are so generous, I will not Forget about your previous rudeness. I will store these things here first, and I will drink them when I need them!" He suddenly tightened his face, "These are all mine, don't steal them!"

With that said, he patted his buttocks and left the office waddlingly. If Prondo didn't know the identity of this guy, he might have regarded him as a gang member who had just been released from a cage.

Soon, the old police officer brought over Kord's file, and a photo of a guy with a bald forehead and a fierce face appeared in front of him.

After comparing the portrait sent by Mrs. Vivienne, the corners of Prandeau's mouth twitched. Even if a real person stood here and compared the portrait, he might not associate this guy with the portrait.

He patted the table vigorously, "Tell the police officer on duty to find this guy immediately, and prepare another car. I'm going to see Gedor!"