Chapter 22 Rookie Agent

Compared with the stimulation of the roar of bullets when being a special police, the work of the theft group of the branch is as plain as boiled water, unable to withstand the edge of major cases, and the matching firearms have almost become furnishings. However, petty thefts happened quite frequently. Di Changli has been in office for less than a week, handling dozens of theft cases, and several people have been caught and stuffed into the court detention center. He quickly adapted to the initial hustle and gradually straightened out his mind.

Early that morning, on his way to work, Di Changli received a notice of a theft case, asked the location of the crime, and directly drove the bus equipped in the bureau to a hotel.

The case was reported by a guest of the hotel, and two uniformed patrol officers have arrived at the scene. The owner was sitting on the sofa wrapped in sheets, waving his thick and short arms full of thick hair and shouting angrily: "That damn bitch even stole my wedding ring and leather shoes. I will never let her go after catching her. I must go to prison to wash the toilet."

Di Changli roughly looked through their inquiry records and lost and found list, and shrugged his shoulders and said, "It seems that Mr. Peter has been looted with only his shorts and name."

The case is very simple. After the owner Peter checked into the hotel, he chatted up a girl in a nearby bar at night, and then the two returned to the hotel for the night. When Peter woke up in the morning, he found that the girl and his belongings had disappeared without a trace.

Di Chang asked Peter a few questions on a routine basis, learned some basic information, and called the hotel manager and took him aside to ask alone, "Have you seen that girl named Lily before?"

The hotel manager's name is Carlo. He turned his eyes and quickly denied: "I haven't seen it. Mr. Agent, our hotel is completely operated legally and has never participated in those disgraceful * transactions. If we had known that Mr. Peter's behavior was suspected of solicitation, we would never have allowed Miss Lily to enter this hotel.

Di Changli stared at him: "Are you sure you didn't lie to me?"

"Of course." Manager Carlo blushed and argued excitedly: "I am a law-abiding and honest federal citizen. Sheriff Nelson is my good friend, but he has thanked me for his support for his work more than once. Your suspicion is simply an insult to me."

"Sensor Nelson?" Di Changli raised his eyebrows. After all, his time to the police station was too short and he didn't know many colleagues.

"You don't even know Sheriff Nelson?" Manager Carlo's eyes immediately felt a little more disdainful and looked frivolous. Sheriff Nelson is the head of the patrol in this block, Mr. Agent. I suggest you communicate with him first.

Di Changli glanced at him: "You mean, I have to ask Sheriff Nelson's opinion on handling the case?"

Carlo realized that he had said something stupid that he shouldn't have said and hurried to remedy it: "You misunderstood. I mean, Sheriff Nelson is very familiar with this area. Consulting him for some information is definitely good for solving the case."

Di Changli nodded thoughtfully and said, "Thank you for reminding me." Obviously, Sheriff Nelson is the authority on this ground.

"You're welcome. This is what I should do, Mr. Agent." Carlo rubbed his hands proudly and added a name to his heart - Mr. Rookie.

Two patrols warned that they knew Sheriff Nelson's communication number. After Di called, he asked to meet and talk. Sheriff Nelson's tone was quite impatient and hung up the communicator after leaving a general address.

Di Changli drove to the street mentioned by Sheriff Nelson, lowered the ground and then searched for it before finding the specific location.

This is an old-fashioned building. The outer wall of the building is seriously eroded and aging. It seems to have a history of at least 200 years. Even the main street in the slums is dilapidated.

Di Changli parked his car in a parking lot scattered with garbage in front of the building. After getting out of the car, he looked around and saw that everyone in this area was staring at him. His eyes were wary, like a dog silently warning a stray dog that broke into his territory. There were still seven or eight little hooligans at the entrance of the building, muttering together and looking up and down at his car maliciously.

In such a situation, Di Changli can be said to be extremely familiar with it. For strange outsiders, the residents of the slums have always maintained an unfriendly attitude, and the place where he lives is no exception.

Looking at the little hooligans who were obviously thinking, Di Changli stepped forward, tied a bandage on one of his arms, and waved like the leader.

The little hooligan lined up the people around him and came out and stared at Di Changli viciously: "If you don't want to be beaten, you'd better say something quickly."

Di Changli lifted his coat, showed a police gun and a string of shackles hanging around his waist. He took out a * and said with a smile, "In order not to be beaten, I have to buy everyone a drink."

"Are you a policeman?" The little hooligan's look immediately changed, with a little more hostility and anger on his face. He hummed rudely, "You've found the wrong person. I won't be a dark ghost."

The dark ghost is the slang of federal law enforcement agencies. Di Changli inserted * into the bandage of the little hooligan: "It's just a drink. I don't mean anything else. Oh, please take care of my car by the way."

Looking at Di Changli's figure disappearing into the gate, the rest of the little hooligans gathered around and said, "leimond, this * looks good, much better than the old bastard Nelson."

The little hooligan Raymond stared at them: "The dog bites more fiercely. You know nothing. Nelson's old bastard is inside. Why did there come another *? Is it also... No, I have to follow and have a look. You pay attention here and don't let people dirty the car, lest that guy take the opportunity to make trouble here.

In the dim and cloudy interior corridor, Di Changli found the law firm mentioned by Sheriff Nelson and heard someone outside the door: "Sheriff Nelson, thank you for your kindness, but I'm very busy, so I can't accept your invitation." The sound is crisp and beautiful, and it is rare and familiar.

"Miss Tracy, it's just a dinner. It won't take you much time." A man's voice is obviously the Nelson Sheriff.

Miss Tracy? Di Changli immediately appeared a delicate and confident face. Didn't she work at the top Anda law firm in the industry? How could she come to the slums? Di Changli frowned and thought uneasily, did the last incident really involve her?

"I said I was busy, Sheriff Nelson. If there is nothing else, I want to deal with these documents first."

Tracy's tone was so bad that she almost issued an expulsion order. Sheriff Nelson did not give up his hospitality: "Miss Tracy, don't you want to think about it again? I promise that as long as we build a friendship, I will send people to patrol here all day, and no more hooligans dare to come here to harass you.

Tracy shouted: "Sheriff Nelson, please pay attention to your words. As a federal police, it is your duty to protect citizens' personal and property from infringement, not you, nor is it anyone's right. I reported the case to the police, and you have to deal with it.

"Okay, Miss Tracy, then let's do business." Sheriff Nelson was also annoyed and said hard, "I have accepted your report and come to find out the situation in person. I will continue to pay attention to it in the future."

"You're not going to punish those guys?" Tracy was angry and surprised.

"How can I punish them?" Sheriff Nelson said: "They just brought you some inconvenience. At most, it's a slight nuisance. The police's strength is limited, so it can't be wasted on such a small thing. Well, the little hooligans outside quarreled for no reason, which seriously affected the public security image in the area. I would like to warn these ruffians.

Tracy angrily condemned: "They are my neighbors. I was beaten because of my help. Instead of arresting suspects, you have to trouble them. What's the point? I want to complain to the Federal Police.

"Please." Sheriff Nelson doesn't care at all: "Lawyer Tracy, I'd like to see why you're complaining about me without violating any procedures."

Hearing this, Di Changli basically understood some things, knocked on the open door, walked in and smiled, "I hope I didn't disturb you two."

His eyes stayed on Tracy's face for a while, and it could be seen that the beautiful girl's mental outlook was not very good. She was no longer as bright and vigorous as when she saw her last time, with some imperceptible anxiety and fatigue in her eyes. Although her clothes are still quite capable and refreshing, the quality of her clothes has declined a lot, and coupled with the terrible office environment, it is obvious that she is currently in trouble.

"Sensor Nelson?" Di Changli's eyes turned to a middle-aged man next to him with an open coat and hung a police gun diagonally on his belt. He introduced himself, "I'm an agent of the the theft team. I just talked to you."

"Are you the new special detective?" Sheriff Nelson raised his eyes and glanced at him. Perhaps because he was hit too hard by the beautiful woman, his attitude was very stiff. He hummed from his nose and said arrogantly, "What's the matter with me?"

"Oh, that's it..." Di Changli looked at Tracy again and said, "This is this lady's office. Is it inconvenient to talk about official business?"

Tracy immediately said, "I happen to be very busy. Please go out and talk about business."

Sheriff Nelson couldn't find any reason to stay in Tracy's office. He turned out and vented his anger on Di Changli: "What's going on? I don't have time to fart with a child like you."

If you have time to pick up girls, you don't have time to do business? Di Changli frowned slightly, suppressed his anger, slightly stated the theft of the hotel, and said very politely, "Sheriff Nelson, you know the situation in this block very well. Can you help me find the girl named Lily? Or you can recover the stolen items."

In various slums of Rome, whether it is an organized* or a warbler who attracts customers on the streets, they usually have to pay a lot of money to the patrol officers who govern this block, otherwise they will be expelled, and some of them have more complicated relationships. Although Di Changli has not long become a policeman, he also knows the tricks here. Even if the case of the theft case is quite clear and simple, just go directly to arrest people, but when he first arrived, he remembered Director Matt's warning to himself and did not rush to take action to arrest the * Lily, so as not to accidentally violate the unwritten taboo and damage. Harming the interests of other police officers leads to dissatisfaction and exclusion.

Although Di Changli put on a low profile, Sheriff Nelson still did not give a good face. Instead, he thought that the new boy was weak and easy to bully. He quickly turned his mind and put up his head and said, "This is your case. If there is no order from my superior, it is not in line with the procedure. You can do it yourself. ."

Di Changli felt that Sheriff Nelson seemed to be thinking, so he couldn't help frowning and said, "Are you sure I can act at will without hindering you?"

"Of course, whatever you want." Sheriff Nelson still looked unreasonable and squinted, "You don't want me to tell you what to do, do you?"

"No, I still know how to do things within my own authority." In this case, Di Changli didn't bother to talk more to this self-righteous guy and left directly.

As soon as he left, Sheriff Nelson immediately took out the communicator, but the contact was the hotel manager Carlo. He scolded angrily, "Carlo, you idiot, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? How can you allow those damn bitches to do that? Are you trying to make trouble for me?"

Manager Carlo on the other side naturally understood what he was talking about and quickly argued: "It's not my fault. In fact, Lily is not usually so out of the ordinary. At most, she just secretly took a little more cash from the guest. It's just that her guest last night was a pervert who tossed her too much and didn't want to pay more. So she did it in anger... Mr. Nelson, what should I do now? Do you want Lily to spit everything out and give it to the police officer? If the police officer still refuses to let go, I can also ask Lily to take a penny to gag him.

Sheriff Nelson snorted dissatisfiedly, "What? Do you think I can't solve such a small thing?

"Of course not. Of course I know Mr. Nelson's ability. Not to mention a new little agent, even local magistrates and prosecutors have to give you face." Manager Carlo quickly flattered.

Sheriff Nelson was in a better mood and ordered, "This boy named Di Changli is handed over to me to deal with. You let the bitch hide in the past few days and don't be caught by him. Also, let the bitch pay three times more fee this month, otherwise she won't appear in my neighborhood in the future."

At the corner of the corridor, the little hooligan Raymond stuck to the wall, raised his ears and listened to Sheriff Nelson's words. He curled his lips disdainfully, thinking that Nelson even dismantled his own platform. It was really despicable. The rookie agent met such a shameless old bastard. It's bad luck.