World War I

Chapter 78 Some People Should Not Be Jealous
"The man was asked to leave by Chris. He said he would turn himself in to the county police."

"Well, that's good, nice, show it to the newspaper."

Turgenev used the desk of former police officer Diabo. Each of the deceased police officers had his own desk in this large police office.

Luo Ye did not replace any of the office desks, even if they were old, Luo Ye kept them.

They are still part of this police department.

Luo Ye only replaced some partitions, making it look more fashionable and less depressing and old-fashioned.

Fedor and others didn't want to use the former police officer's desk, but were forced to do so by Luo Ye. Turgenev started to punch in on time these two days, so he also asked for one.

Turgenev rolled his eyes at him and handed him the newspaper.

Luo Ye was about to answer when Turgenev suddenly stood up from his chair and punched the table with force.

BOOM!
The desk groaned in pain as he hammered it.

Luo Ye was startled. What's wrong with this guy again?

"Luo Ye! Bastard, idiot, the suspect came to turn himself in, why didn't you accept the case? Are you a policeman? Are you a fucking policeman? Are you still a policeman? Tell me loudly, tell me loudly!"

He had a loud voice and was tall, and his voice was just right facing Luo Ye's ear.

My eardrums couldn’t bear the roar.

Luo Ye wiped his ears and wanted to roar a few times.

Chris just walked in.

"Oh, Mars hits the Earth. Have a cup of milk tea to cool down. I know you're going to have a fight. Have a cup of milk tea first."

I didn't expect Chris to have the power of prophecy.

When the man who claimed to be Bones' brother entered the police office, Turgenev heard his conversation with Chris and his face suddenly darkened. He planned to record the man's confession himself, but the man ignored him, saying that he was a police officer and had no right to record his confession. The sheriff told me to go to the county police station, so who do you think you are?

Turgenev was so angry that he wanted to send the man to the detention room, but Chris refused and sent him away directly.

Turgenev became even more depressed.

Chris brought the milk tea, Luo Ye didn't care, Turgenev pushed the milk tea away and it fell to the ground.

"This is not over yet!"

"What does he want to do?"

"What else can he do? He's a good policeman. He's cleaning up."

Chris bent down with a mop to clean up the spilled milk tea, while Luo Ye was reading the newspaper.

The front page headline of Siberia's Today's Headlines newspaper reported Turgenev's heroic deeds. The reporter wrote about it with great enthusiasm and brilliantly, and almost praised Turgenev to the sky.

There is nothing wrong with this. The problem lies in the following sentences, which read: Model police officers need to be respected, certain people should not be jealous, and should not make things difficult for heroes. The overall quality of police officers in the Kursk Town Police Station needs to be improved. In this regard, Chief Inspector Luo Ye, Turgenev's immediate superior, really needs to reflect on himself.

Luo Ye tilted his head, feeling extremely confused. When did I ever make things difficult for Turgenev?

Chris held a mop and said, "We should file a counter-complaint! Damn you, tabloid journalists! Someone needs to get a handle on this. They can't be so anarchic, distorting right and wrong, trying to attract attention, and confusing the facts. It's so abominable! They're lying with their eyes open. Why did this idiot reporter write like that? Our police department is famous again. It's so boring. Is there nothing else to write about? They're always talking about right and wrong. It must be Turgenev who said something bad about you. Luo Ye, you should fight back. Deduct his bonus, deduct it all, until he feels the pain."

After Luo Ye put the newspaper down, he smiled and said, "I will keep this newspaper as a treasure. It's so precious."

Chris looked out the door and said in a daze, "What does that big idiot want to do? He's not going to go directly to the director, is he?"

"Do you think he'll go?"

"I bet he'll go. He's a good fighter, his brain is full of equations, and his nerves are infested with worms. Otherwise, how else can you explain how a colonel like him could become your subordinate, your bag-carrying boy? Am I right?"

After saying that, she smiled charmingly.

I'm starting to like this busty police officer. Not bad, this sentence is quite high quality.

"That's right, Chris. I'm really looking forward to him going." "Two of his men secretly went to the base yesterday. You know, I just found out too."

"What did you say?"

"His people went to the base, didn't you know?"

"Making fun of it!"

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Turgenev was guessed by Chris. He wanted to rush to the county police station immediately, but there was no car.

The damn base is his grave. He is not dead, but his heart is dying.

He was not as open-minded as Salanci, a police officer with the rank of major general obeying the orders of a lieutenant police sergeant.

Moreover, this lieutenant sheriff is out of his mind. When the drug dealer came to surrender voluntarily, he refused and even drove the person away.

Frustrated and angry, there was no police car but there was a phone.

He called Chief Knuckles.

"What? There's such a thing? Okay, I understand, Officer Turgenev, I'll take care of it."

The Director spoke in a righteous and serious tone, and ended the conversation in one sentence.

It doesn't matter if you hang up the phone. The word "police officer" is heavy, and each word hits Turgenev's big heart directly.

Passersby spotted a tough policeman standing on the side of the street, waving his cell phone, cursing, and kicking trees.

The flower buds on the tree were kicked all over the ground. The tree was so thick.

The two young passers-by looked at each other, and immediately took a detour in unison.

If Turgenev were put into Water Margin, he would definitely be several times stronger than the Flower Monk. He could pull up the willow tree without a crane.

Turgenev came to the Kursk Town Police Station from St. Petersburg. He was unfamiliar with the place and he sent his two subordinates to the vicinity of the base to investigate the situation, so he was the only one left in the town.

If he were in St. Petersburg, Luo Ye would have been thrown into jail by now.

But this is not his territory. No, his current identity is just a police officer in the town police station, a police officer at the lowest level.

How can a sparrow know the ambition of a wild goose? A tiger in dire straits is bullied by a dog. Guan Gong was defeated in Maicheng without paying attention.

Turgenev was determined to get through it and called Mr. Andre.

Andrei was good-tempered. After listening to Turgenev's accusation, he said, "Colonel Turgenev, what is my purpose in putting you in the Kursk Town Police Station?"

"Then you should let me be the sheriff. Isn't a sheriff colonel qualified to be the sheriff of a town?"

"If you shot Mammoth, you'd be the sheriff. Did you hit him?"

Turgenev's teeth were chattering.

"Do you know why I let Luo Ye be the sheriff?"

"Didn't you just say he hit the Mammoth?"

"You idiot, you fool, you deserve to be a police officer! Don't go back to St. Petersburg if you can't catch the Mammoth! Be a police officer for life!"

Andrei's sudden rage left Turgenev at a loss.

Turgenev threw the phone hard to the ground, breaking it into pieces. There were still some large pieces left. He stepped forward and chopped them off a few times!
Andre was holding his phone in a daze.

"He actually dared to hang up on me?"

(End of this chapter)