"It's time to go back," Marcole urged.
"Damn! Who are you calling me without a name? Why don't you just call me 'hey'! Call me Senior Brother! I found that you have never called me Senior Brother!"
"That's strange. I'm not used to it. I was driven away by the mount police on the street yesterday, and today I became an agent."
Marcole spoke bluntly.
"Damn! Then you can't really call me 'hey', right?"
"My name is Chief Carl, I call you police officer," Marcole pointed to a few stones underground. "Police Officer, why are you squatting? I've been waiting outside for a long time."
"Look at these stones, do they look like frogs?" Avis stood up and threw away the cigarette butt.
"I see you like a frog..." The sturdy Marco said frankly, with a very dark humor.
Avis was furious and punched the young man in the belly.
"But this is... a real frog!" Marco ate a few soft fists, still daring to speak out, pointing to the "stones" under the wall that were misunderstood by Ivis.
"I see you are like a frog! Why don't you get back to the office with me! I'm going to get off work to pick up my wife! I'm delaying my meeting with my wife, you can't afford to leave!"
Avis pulled up the waistcoat Marcole's vest and sling and ran back to the office area of ​​the Yidian Bureau.
At this time, Dalton had returned from his administrative affairs and was knocked away by the calf Avis and the bear calf Marcole at the door, and the paper was scattered all over the floor.
The super power system has indeed said that it will overturn at the door... Dalton even saw the photos of Marcole in the household registration system, but he still felt like a terrible fugitive.
When I saw the real person, my soul was almost scared away.
Stumbling, mouth uncontrolled, and the whole person is autistic in his collar.
"I, I, I, I, I, I, pick up and pick up..."
"What a shame! We didn't mean it! Brother Dao, come and meet your fresh junior brother! Isn't it very annoying? It's okay! It's even more annoying after watching it for a long time."
Ivis grabbed the underground paper randomly and piled it into Mimosa Dalton's hand.
Driven by his physical instinct, he walked directly to Evette's table, rummaged through the cabinets, looking for everything to eat.
"Police Officer, is this my information?"
Marcole pointed at the material in Dalton's hand with his photo.
It’s okay if you don’t speak, but once you speak, you will be the temperament of killing people and setting fires.
The society was afraid that Dalton could not bear it anymore, so he hid back in the dark seat in the corner with the information, and felt better.
"You say that your senior brother is afraid, don't talk to him if you are fine! Just your sorry audience's appearance will scare him to death!"
As Ives wished, he took out a handful of independent packaging and silky sweet potatoes from the shopping bag hanging on the back of the Fat Yi's chair!
"Wow!! Damn! That's so good! Fat girl looks like she's purchased the goods! Hahaha!"
Ivis quickly threw one into his mouth, took half of it, about a dozen packs, and put them in his pocket.
"Is it difficult to get along with, Sir Dalton?"
Marcole stood at the door, pulled over the chair where the aunt usually cleaned the station, regardless of the overlapping footprints on it, and sat down with his legs, and the legs of the chair made a whisper.
"You are so hard to get along with! You are the whole strange game, except Carl, the most difficult thing to get along with! Dalton has a good temper. Even if he eats two living people in front of him, he will whisper slowly and tell you to eat slowly and not choke! Don't bully and stutter. He can predict, maybe you will die tomorrow, and he can tell you in advance to seek profit and avoid disaster!"
Avis returned to his seat, turned off the computer, and prepared to get off work. "Senior Brother Dalton, except for this dead boy who eats more than pigs and looks ugly than bats, there is nothing else to hand over. I'm off work!"
"Wait, these tickets are all yours!"
Carl flipped through the tickets Dalton brought back from the administration and found that it was basically all Ives's!
"Damn it! It's impossible to have so many! I don't run red lights and don't speed! Damn the police department cheated me! Slander me!"
Ivis hurriedly rushed over to look at his guilt.
He remembers Carl said that traffic tickets have to be paid out of your own pocket.
His salary is like chicken manure, and he has to pay rent and eat, so he has no spare money to pay a fine!!
"Don't run a red light or speed! Isn't there any illegal parking! What is this?"
Carl was accurate, and with a knife, Ives was on the right hand.
"The ticket! Are you blind or illiterate...Damn...The Mounted Police are crazy about money! The reason for the fine: Ask for Fexin from the expressway toll collector?? What's the fuck..."
Ivis wanted to curse the wrongdoer, but suddenly remembered that when he went to catch Molei to investigate the case, he did pass through a highway toll intersection.
The police car did not have to pay the fee and went directly to the green channel. He was so mean, so he flirted with the beauty of the toll collector...
"Oh, then send it to Alison to show her, she can read."
Carl gritted his teeth and took a photo with a click. Ai Gou got out of the blue and knelt down with a thunderous sound.
"No! Very Carl! Please! I didn't know Alison at that time! Single! Single dog, unobstructed mouth!! You are my team leader! You are my boss! You are my closest person! You must not show it to Alison! Please! I have nothing to threaten you for the time being. Let me tell you when I have it, let me go this time!"
Ivis stubbornly grabbed Carl's wrist.
He was humble in his mouth and his hands were not light at all. As Carl dared to send it out, he would break his arm.
"Dalton settled the fine amount and collected the dog's cash. If I receive another ticket next month, I will send it to Alison. If it weren't for the police car, you wouldn't know how many hundred points you would deduct! You can go to Coffin University with this point!"
Carl scolded him with a heartache, "How many times have you said it! You are a public official! Abide by the law and law, and your ideology and morality must be based on the highest standards!"
Carl glanced at Marcole, who was sitting at the door like an elephant.
It was not convenient for Carl to scold the child, so he could only catch Marcole's master Avis to scold him.
On the one hand, Carl is the director after all, so it is difficult to get too close to the new staff.
On the other hand, I can't bear to hit these 300 kilograms of children.
Kill the chicken to scare the monkey, Marcole, this kid sat at the door and listened seriously.
Anyway, Aiwei Chicken is shameless and doesn't feel embarrassed.
Ai Gou stood up with a silence, "I'm done! I won't stop the car any longer unless it's really an urgent matter. Who knows that the two groups of police officers and the Ministry of Transportation dare to copy the cards! Brother Dao, you figured out the numbers and told me, I'll get off work first! I'm going to the airport to pick up Alison, and I'll find him if you have something to do~"
Ai Gou stepped out of the door with his left foot, and kicked the big stupid elephant Marcole sitting at the door with his right foot. "Damn kid, come to the office at 8 o'clock tomorrow, don't be late!"
"Am I still sleeping at the state bureau door tonight?" asked Marcole, who didn't want to stain Ivis' white vest.
"Damn! Can you sleep on the street with your father? Follow the senior brother!"
Chapter completed!