A few hours ago.

In a police patrol car, there was a black policewoman sitting in the driver's cab, and a middle-aged white police officer sitting in the passenger seat. It was the veteran rookie John and his partner, Officer Aphra.

John sat in the passenger compartment with a dull expression, as if he was in a daze.

Aphra glanced at him and said, "John."

No response.

The corners of Aphra's mouth drooped, "Rookie."

"I'm here, instructor." John came back to his senses and glanced at Aphra, "Didn't you promise not to call me a rookie?"

"You also said you won't make stupid mistakes again.

Being in a daze while performing a task is a stupid mistake only a rookie would make."

"Sorry, something happened at home... that distracted me."

"What's the matter? Tell me and listen, maybe I can help you."

John shook his head and laughed, "nonono, you can't help me."

"What's that expression on your face? Don't forget that I'm your instructor. Tell me. Maybe I can give you some advice."

"OK." John nodded, "My son is getting married."

"What did you say?" Aphra thought she had heard wrongly.

"Yes, my son is getting married."

"Uh...how old are you? Your son is actually getting married."

"I'm only 41 years old this year.

When I was in college, my first love got pregnant unexpectedly. I decided to take on the responsibility of being a father and dropped out of college to work as a builder.

Last year, my son also went to college, and he also met a girl. This summer they came to Los Angeles to visit me, and then told me that they decided to get married.

Yes, early marriage is a tradition in our family." John laughed at himself.

"Your son's girlfriend is also pregnant?"

"Nonono, she didn't..." John's eyes widened in the middle of his sentence, as if he thought of something, "Probably not, they didn't tell me."

Aphra asked back, "Did you tell your father as soon as possible that your ex-wife was pregnant?"

"Oh my God!

This is not allowed, absolutely not allowed, no one knows better than me how difficult it is to drop out of school to raise children, this kind of thing must not happen..." John leaned on his seat with a worried look on his face.

At this moment, the intercom rang, "7A15, Sarto Supermarket called the police and received counterfeit money. The address is No. 2756 Vera Street."

"receive."

Aphra responded and said to John on the side, "Rookie, cheer up."

The car drove quickly, crossed a street, and stopped in front of a supermarket. John and Aphra got out of the police car. As soon as they entered the supermarket, they saw a white clerk coming out with a twenty-dollar bill.

John asked, "Did you call the police?"

The white clerk raised the banknotes in his hand and said, "I just received a twenty-dollar counterfeit bill."

John took the twenty dollars and looked at it, "Are you sure it's fake?"

The white clerk tore off a corner of the dollar, and the inside of the paper was white.

Aphra got straight to the point, "Describe the suspect's appearance."

The white clerk led the two people to the door of the store and pointed to a black Ford sedan opposite, "That's the black driver in that car."

"you sure?"

"I have surveillance." The white clerk took out his mobile phone and played a video of a black man checking out.

The black man was tall, wearing a gold necklace, holding a bag of things in his hand, and paid twenty dollars.

Later, John and Aphra walked across the road one after another.

John put his right hand on the gun and knocked on the car glass with his left hand, "Dong dong, sir, open the door and put your hands on the steering wheel."

The black man in the car did not do as he was told. He was emotionally unstable and waving his hands randomly. He seemed to be saying something very busy, but he could not hear clearly through the car glass.

John pulled open the car door, took out a pistol with his right hand, and pointed at the black man, "I told you, let me see your hands!"

The black man raised his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't shoot!"

"I told you, put your hands on the steering wheel."

"Why are you doing this? I'm a good person."

"Did you use counterfeit money?"

"I haven't used it before. You must have made a mistake." The black man waved his hands, feeling a little excited.

"Hold your head with your hands and get out of the car slowly. We need to conduct a routine check on you."

"You can't do this, I'm a good person, wuwu..." the black man suddenly started crying.

John felt that the other party was in an abnormal mood, "Are you on drugs?"

"No, I never smoked dupe, you can't frame me."

"Put your head in your hands and get out of the car."

"Do you have an arrest warrant? Why are you arresting me?"

"No one wants to arrest you, it's just a routine search. Please cooperate and don't embarrass us."

"Please don't shoot me, please."

"I won't shoot, you come out now."

"Please, don't shoot, I just want to find my mother..." the black man cried.

"Stop talking nonsense and come out immediately."

"Can you shoot?"

"No, I can't shoot. Come out." John grabbed his arm and pulled him out.

Aphra was holding a gun and standing guard.

John and the black man were in a stalemate for a long time before he was pulled out of the car, handcuffed, and "sit down with your back against the wall and facing me."

"Why did you arrest me? You arrested the wrong person. I am a good person."

"Have you ever been to this supermarket to buy anything?"

"I don't."

"The supermarket has surveillance, you are lying."

"I didn't lie, it was the people in the supermarket who lied."

"We have seen the surveillance video and you have been to this store."

"Maybe I've been there before, but it doesn't mean it's today."

"The date of the video is today."

"Sorry, I can't remember clearly."

"Where are your papers?"

"at home."

"May I have your name?"

"I can't remember clearly."

John was a little dissatisfied, "Are you kidding me?"

"George."

"OK, George, I'm going to arrest you."

"Officer, I didn't do anything."

"I made it very clear just now, someone called the police and said you were using counterfeit money.

stand up."

"Why?"

"Get in the police car and we'll take you back to the police station."

"No, I don't know anything."

"Stand up." John pulled him hard, and the two began a tug-of-war.

Later, Aphra also joined.

Two police officers pushed him into the car together.
To be continued...