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Chapter 71 Shocking! Recognition from the Emergency Action Team!
(PS. The picture above is from the Internet. It is not the New York PD uniform. Do you like Mia like this?)
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Mia's walking posture is very unique. She supports the ground with her left foot and moves forward with her right foot with difficulty. Then she supports the ground with her right foot and slowly moves her left foot forward. The whole process of changing feet is very stiff, with obvious pauses, and it seems that the coordination between her hands and feet is extremely uncoordinated.

When she woke up in the morning, she wanted to call the bureau and ask for a few days off, and come back to work after she recovered. But when she thought that she had already rested for two days and had to submit a report today, she gritted her teeth and came.

When her colleagues saw the way Mia walked, they all looked at her with surprise and astonishment.

My colleagues started discussing quietly:

"What happened to Mia? I didn't hear that she was injured during the crackdown on drug dealers. The report from the hospital showed that Mia was normal. What happened to her?"

"I think I pulled a muscle during the fierce battle a few days ago. It was fine at the time and the hospital didn't find any cause. But the next morning, I felt muscle soreness all over my body, just like muscle fatigue after strenuous exercise."

"Hmm... you have a point. It should be a muscle strain."

A female police officer stepped forward and held Mia's arm, and asked:
"What's wrong with you? You're still here at work in this state?"

Mia opened her mouth slightly and was about to speak when she felt a sharp pain in her cheeks. The masseter muscles on both sides of her jaw were obviously painful. She rubbed her cheeks with her right hand and said with difficulty:

"I'm here to write a report. Once I submit it, I'll ask for leave..."

After saying this, Mia tried to close her mouth, but found it difficult.

The whispers came again:
"Huh? Why is her mouth injured?"

"Maybe it was because the gunfire was so loud during the battle that she had to shout loudly to communicate with Roy. If she shouted so frequently, her facial muscles would definitely be sore."

"Well, you have a point..."

Mia's workstation was five meters away from Roy's, with a workstation and an aisle in between. When Mia arrived at the workstation, she saw Roy and immediately raised her hand to greet him.

Seeing Mia's look, Roy found it a little funny. He also raised his hand and nodded with a smile. With so many colleagues present, he didn't know what to say. As for some words of concern, he would wait until there was no one around... and then say them.

When he looked up, Roy saw Kane Giberi, a man whom he had a deep impression of. On the night of the shootout, this man boasted recklessly in front of the reporters and took almost all the credit on himself. Roy despised this kind of high-profile boasting and self-promotion, and he had no good feelings towards Kane.

Roy had seen the other person traveling with Kane, but he didn't know his name. During the warehouse battle, Roy had covered him once, and from the equipment he was wearing at the time, he knew that this person was from the Special Operations Bureau's Emergency Operations Group.

Later, when the battle was over and everyone was sorting out their equipment, the man took off his mask and Roy saw his face, but because the scene was a bit chaotic, the two did not speak.

"What are they doing here?"

Roy began to murmur in his heart.

Many patrolmen who had just submitted their reports in the office lobby also noticed Kane and Pierre. Many people had seen these two men that night.

"What are they?"

Kane and Pierre were walking side by side towards Roy.

When Captain Richard saw this, he came forward and shook hands with them, while chatting with Kane and Pierre in the aisle.

During the process, Kane kept glancing in the direction of Roy. He was obviously absent-minded when greeting him. His attention was not on Richard at all. What he was thinking was, if you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly. Don't delay me from doing my business.

"Why are you here today?" Richard asked.

"I want to talk to Officer Roy," Kane replied.

"I'm here to see Officer Roy from your police station, too." Pierre said to Richard. "Looking for Roy? He's over there..."

Richard showed them the way.

"I know..." Kane's face changed slightly. He rudely walked around Richard and walked towards Roy's workstation.

Pierre smiled at Richard and also walked around him and towards Roy, but this one was more polite.

Arriving at Roy's workstation, Kane, in uniform, extended his hand:

"Hello, Roy von Weizsäcker. I'm Kane Geberit, the Deputy Director of the Bureau of Special Investigations."

Good guy, he directly called himself the deputy director...

He took almost all the credit for the crackdown on drug dealers, and the NYPD Commissioner also verbally promised to promote him to deputy director of the Special Investigations Division. However, the relevant administrative procedures are still being processed and signed, and the official appointment has not yet been issued, but this guy has already started calling himself deputy director.

Roy stood up and shook hands with him.

Pierre also stretched out his hand:

"Hello, Officer Roy. I'm Pierre Conti, the captain of the Special Operations Bureau's emergency operations team. We met in the warehouse. Thank you for the shot you fired. If it weren't for your shot, I think I would have covered the flag."

The man was quite polite in his words, not calling Roy by his full name, and he smiled the entire time while shaking hands and talking.

Roy extended his hand and shook it:
"Captain Pierre, I remember you. We should cover each other. Thank you very much for the ammunition support you provided at that time."

You respect me a foot, and I respect you a foot.

Roy is such a person.

"What are you doing?" Roy asked.

Pierre spoke first:
"It's like this. I saw your fighting performance in the warehouse. You were very brave and professional, and your shooting skills were very accurate. I was wondering who these men were. They were so powerful. I thought you were from the FBI, but when I saw your uniform clearly, I realized that you were from the Brooklyn Police Department.

After I went back, I checked your relevant information. Oh my god, you have been on administrative leave for 11 months and 4 times. You once fought 1 gang members alone and killed 15 of them without any damage. When I looked at your age on the information, you were only 11 years old? At that time, I said, God, how could this Roy not be from my Special Operations Bureau?

The next day I found the director and told him about you. After reading your information, the director was also shocked. At the same time, I also talked to the director and wanted to invite you to our Special Operations Bureau and join my emergency operations team. This is the purpose of my visit today. "

When the colleagues nearby heard what Pierre said to Roy, they all showed surprise and envy on their faces.

Everyone knows the Special Operations Bureau. The Emergency Operations Group under it is a star unit, and all its members are outstanding talents.

Many of its members are retired members of the U.S. special forces, and are considered to be among the most powerful members of the NYPD.

The missions they usually carry out are all high-risk internal special operations, such as rescuing hostages, counter-terrorism and anti-violence, bomb disposal, etc.

It is not easy to get their recognition, not to mention that Roy is just an ordinary patrolman in the police station.

He had never even joined the US military, let alone retired from the Special Forces. Before he joined, he was just a college student...

Colleagues all showed astonishment on their faces at the same time.

I really envy……

(End of this chapter)