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Chapter 69 You Owe Me a Dance (Please Read and Please Vote)

Unlike local police officers like Rorschach, Ginny has always lived in a high-end apartment in the North Side of Chicago.

In this more than 60-story glass-curtain-walled building, the monthly rent for the most ordinary single room starts at US$10,000.

According to Rorschach's understanding, Ginny's mother was just an ordinary housewife. Although her father was a senior executive of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau and his annual salary was definitely more than Director Griffin's $500,000, it was probably beyond his ability to easily pay hundreds of thousands of dollars a year for his daughter's rent.

It seems that the guy who smiles at people every day is most likely greedy.
Without further ado, by the time they all packed up and came to the birthday party, Ginny's apartment had already been completely renovated.

The "Wizard of Oz" theme she personally chose is decorated like a dream, with emerald green flowers dotted around. The carpets and furniture have been changed to forest style, and there is even a two-meter-high champagne tower standing in the center of the living room.

Ginny, who was in a mess an hour ago, is now wearing exquisite makeup and a designer floral dress, looking like a fairy godmother.

She held her chin high, with her signature sweet smile on her face, and was greeting her colleagues and friends in the police station one by one.

"You should work on her, Rorschach."

By the window, the director winked at Rorschach, who was standing beside him, holding a glass of champagne. "Her father, Jack, is highly regarded by the Attorney General. He might one day become the Director of the Criminal Division or the National Security Division. That's the second-in-command of the federal law enforcement system. Second only to the Attorney General."

Rorschach glanced at the old man who was messing around with matchmaking and shook his head disapprovingly. "It's just a federal law enforcement agency. They have no control over us city police. What's there to envy?"

He was not just saying this casually. The entire American police system can be said to be quite fragmented.

City police like them are only responsible to the mayor or governor.

Even if the Attorney General, the highest federal law enforcement official, came, he would not be able to control them legally.

As for the county police, there is no need to mention them. Those sheriffs who are directly elected by the voters are all local tyrants who have the respect of everyone. How could they care about federal police officers?

Sometimes Rorschach would think how nice it would be if he was born in a conservative county in the South.

With his law enforcement style, he might have become a local hero long ago.

"you boy"

The director glared at him in frustration and lowered his voice, "If her father had taken a few more steps up, he would have either been in the Cabinet or at the Pentagon. If you could hook up with such a father-in-law, I could also benefit from it. Also, don't tell me you're not interested in Ginny. I remember the way you looked at her."

".That means you should see an eye doctor, Chief."

Rorschach didn't bother to pay any more attention to the old man and walked straight to the balcony with his wine glass.

I have to say that the location of this apartment is indeed unique.

Standing on the balcony on more than 60 floors, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Chicago night scene.

The third largest city in the United States sheds its cold and hard edge during the day and reveals its charming side at night.

"Cough cough."

A light cough interrupted Rorschach's thoughts.

He turned around and saw Ginny, who was wearing a floral dress, with her hands on her hips, glaring at him angrily.

"Delete these ugly photos of me! Otherwise I will never talk to you again!"

"."

Faced with this unintimidating threat, Rorschach couldn't help but shake his head and took out his cell phone and handed it over.

Ginny snatched the phone and ran away with her high heels clacking.

Just when Rorschach was puzzled, she came running back with a "da da da" sound.

"Na~"

She shoved the phone back into Rorschach's hands and said with a deliberately stern face, "Use this as your wallpaper from now on. This one looks better than the one just now."

Rorschach picked up his phone and took a look. The wallpaper on the screen had changed to a selfie of Ginny posing in front of the camera, with one hand on her chin and pouting forward.

"Okay stop looking!"

Ginny blushed, blocking the screen and quickly changing the subject: "You're such a bore. You knew it was my birthday, but not only did you not give me a gift, you even tried to trick me."

"It wasn't just my idea to play a prank on you, so don't put it all on me. As for the gift."

Rorschach took out the gift box he had prepared long ago from his pocket and said, "Open it and take a look."

Ginny covered her mouth in surprise and opened the gift box impatiently, then her expression froze -

There's a pink folding knife lying inside?!
The Columbia River (CRKT Provoke EDC) rapid-deployment folding knife, 2.5 inches, has a curved handle suitable for women's smaller hands and a one-handed push-on blade. It has a ceramic-coated blade and weighs only 60 grams.

Rorschach was quite satisfied with the gift he had carefully selected.

If I were a woman, I would probably be so excited that I would hold the knife in my backhand and perform Filipino Cali knife techniques.

Unexpectedly, Ginny stared at the gift for a few seconds, then looked up and asked in disbelief, "You gave a knife to a girl as a birthday present?"

"How about it, cool, right?" Rorschach raised his chin proudly.

".OK." Ginny put the folding knife into her pocket and sighed helplessly.

She dared to guarantee that if Rorschach was uglier and shorter, with his emotional intelligence, he would never be able to find a girlfriend in his life.

Just as he was thinking about how to close the distance with the piece of wood, Rorschach suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Shh, don't move."

"What's going on?" Ginny froze. "A sniper?"

"Water law? Of course not!"

Rorschach shook his head and glanced mysteriously towards the living room. "I just saw the cutest, most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life."

"Huh?" Ginny frowned and asked angrily, "Who is it?"

Rorschach pointed to her left. "On your left, but don't look too quickly. I bet she's tired of people staring at her all the time."

Ginny glared at him unhappily and turned around to look, only to see a few male colleagues chatting and laughing.

"A little more to the left, yes, a little more to the left." Rorschach guided softly.

Ginny looked in the direction and saw her own carefully dressed reflection reflected on the balcony glass door.

"you"

Her heart skipped a beat, and Ginny turned to look at Rorschach, biting her lower lip unconsciously.

"Why, don't you think she's beautiful?" Rorschach smiled down.

"Tsk, you must have learned that from a movie." Ginny took a deep breath and turned her face away, but she couldn't hide the redness of her ears.

At this moment, melodious dance music suddenly sounded in the living room.

Ginny hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to take Rorschach's hand and said, "Come on, let's go dancing."

"No, no, no." Rorschach waved his hands repeatedly. "I don't know how to dance ballroom dance with women. Go and have fun by yourself. I don't want to make a fool of myself."

"I'll teach you." Ginny pulled his hand and shook it gently.

"Next time, I'll learn it at home first."

"Then it's a deal, you owe me a dance."

"You think you're acting in Captain America? I still owe you a dance."

"I don't care. You must make it up to me later."

Seeing that the little policewoman was not giving in, Luo Xia nodded helplessly.

Ginny's face immediately lit up with smiles, and she skipped back to the living room like a happy little deer.

As the music picked up tempo, she spun lightly among the crowd, her skirt fluttering.

The corners of Rorschach's mouth curled up unconsciously. Well, he had to admit that sometimes the old director was really good at judging people.

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Late at night, the party was coming to an end.

After hearing that Ginny had never been to a nightclub in her age, a group of female police officers all started to clamor to take her out for a second round of drinks.

Unable to refuse the kindness, Ginny was surrounded by the crowd and walked out.

"Rorschach, aren't you coming with us? All the people from your homicide squad are going there." A female police officer asked downstairs of the apartment building.

"Forget it, you guys go ahead and have fun. We'll be together next time."

Rorschach waved his hand. What kind of trouble could possibly happen if twenty or thirty policemen gathered in a nightclub?
He climbed into the old pickup truck, rolled down the window and waved goodbye.

In the rearview mirror, Ginny's eyes followed him.

Rorschach smiled at her, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

"Yeah! I'm really afraid that the boss will follow him."

"That's right, when he's around, the girls all hang around him, and we're just like decorations."

"By the way, Ginny, you stayed on the balcony with our boss for so long, could it be..."

"Hey, I won't tell you."

The police officers walked towards the next stop, chatting and laughing.

At the end of the line, the policewoman who had asked Rorschach if he wanted to join her had already reached into her pocket and quickly blind-typed a text message.
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