July 28th is the last day on duty for Old Betsy. After today, he can officially retire. Looking back on the fact that he has worked in this branch for more than thirty years and was promoted from a patrol officer to a senior sergeant, Old Betsy

Betsy has been through ups and downs too

The new boy was very popular with Old Betsy, and everyone called him Old Betsy. Only the young boy was always called Mr. Betsy. Although Old Betsy didn't care what other people called him, Mr. Betsy was always called Mr. Betsy.

He felt that he was also an old Kelanger gentleman. It was this boy who was so trouble-making that he encountered various cases within less than a month of starting work. He even had a shootout with four robbers on the street on Monday.

Old Betsy wanted to remind him not to work so hard, but this kid was no worse at catching fish than she was. After finishing writing files in the morning, the two of them would often lie in the office reading newspapers and drinking tea in the afternoon. They even brought one for themselves.

After the monthly bounty, Old Betsy had nothing to complain about. Today was the last day on duty. Old Betsy came to the office very early and found cardboard boxes to pack her belongings. In fact, there were not many, mainly some tea sets and

Coat in the office.

The remaining tea leaves and fruit slices are prepared for the newlyweds. Anyway, I plan to retire and travel around the world with my wife for a week before returning to the countryside for retirement. My savings and the pension of a one-time five-year salary are enough for two old people to form a third-class apartment.

You can travel around the world on a cabin and still have enough left over to buy a small farm.

"Good morning, Mr. Betsy." The person who greeted him was the new clerk Annick. A few days ago, he had just caught the criminal of the bank robbery at the Port Branch of the National Bank and made himself work overtime all night. Old Betsy felt a little bit.

I am jealous of this young man with black hair and black eyes. But when I think about it, he is also half of my apprentice. Although Old Betsy didn't let him call him master, the policeman's inheritance is still for him to do the paperwork.

The position has added merit, and others will no longer say that the clerk only knows how to write and draw, but does not know how to solve crimes and catch thieves. Thinking of this, old Betsy felt relieved and said to Annick with a smile.

"The neckline is crooked. Straighten it up. If you look slovenly all the time, no lady will fall in love with you."

The young man in front of him scratched his hair, then turned his collar out and straightened it in front of the mirror.

"It's just the two of us going on patrol today. This week the patrol officers have been called to search for the suspects you're looking for, so we're the only ones going there today."

"Well, I've been a little busy lately."

It's not all your fault. Old Betsy wanted to complain, but didn't say it! In addition to being able to summon people, this kid can also solve cases. He was a mid-level police sergeant just after graduation. In the future, he will be an inspector or something like that.

There was hope. His nephew was still making a living here, and he had to hope that he would lead his nephew to perform meritorious deeds in the future. Annick drove the carriage to the door of the police station and jumped on.

"Help me." Old Betsy stretched out her hand to Annick on the carriage.

"Mr. Betsy, don't you sit in the back?"

"It's my last shift, and I want to patrol this area where I worked. By the way, let's go to my house for a meal together after get off work. My wife has prepared roast chicken in advance."

"Okay, Mr. Betsy." Annick drove the carriage towards the port. The carriage went very slowly, as a novice driving a carriage felt like, fearing that the horse would break free of the reins or hit a pedestrian.

Old Betsy lit his pipe and talked to Annick about the bank robbery a few days ago.

"How did you and Cook catch the three people who escaped?"

"A tenant opposite the Port Bank felt that something was wrong with his tenant. He came to report it on Friday morning. The three of us went to check it out. They happened to be the three people who robbed them. Then they resisted and were shot to death by the captain and the others. Well, that's it

’s experience.”

Old Betsy looked at Annick and found that his eyes were looking to the upper right corner, and his driving posture was not natural. The newcomer's level of lying or making up stories was still not good enough, so Old Betsy didn't go into details. He still taught himself this skill.

His, it seems that this case is no ordinary bank robbery, but he is about to retire, and chatting with Annick about this is just to pass the time.

The daily patrol in the morning was still the same as before. Familiar people greeted each other, while the new ones who didn't know each other numbly avoided the police and stood aside when they saw the police uniforms.

At noon, we still ate at a cheap cafe next to the port. Just when Annick was about to serve a pot of cheap coffee, Old Betsy interrupted him.

"I'll treat you to something nice today. Boss, I'll give you two bottles of beer. I'll give you two rib-eye steaks and potato salad for lunch."

"My portion needs to be cooked well."

The waitress quickly brought the two of them their lunch, and Annick struggled with the charred-looking object in front of him.

"I didn't see little Cole today." Old Betsy opened the cork on the beer bottle and got herself a glass.

"Xiao Ker probably found the school boy to go to school." Annick, who was opposite with his mouth full of food, replied.

"Huh? You swallow the meat first."

Annick swallowed the meat, took another sip of beer, and then answered.

"Little Cole recently received a bonus. He probably enrolled in a cram school to improve his skills. He wants to officially find a job as a newsboy."

"It's pretty good. I'm afraid I don't have the courage to step out of the abyss. Let's go to the docks and warehouses in the afternoon. We can't be too lazy without our little intelligence agent."

"OK."

"What do you think of my distant nephew?"

"Are you talking about Bell? He is a very serious person and his work enthusiasm is more positive than mine."

"But he doesn't have your academic qualifications or a good teacher like you. In the future, Annick, you should take care of him more often, especially when he performs meritorious services."

"Ok, no problem."

Seeing that the junior in front of her agreed immediately, Old Betsy wanted to tell her not to bring it with her if she was involved in a shootout or something like that. But looking at the serious looking junior in front of her, Old Betsy didn't say anything and just gave some encouragement.

if.

In the afternoon, Old Betsy and Annick patrolled around the pier on foot. Familiar vendors seemed to know that the old policeman was about to retire. When they saw Old Betsey passing by, they all came out to say hello. Some even gave Old Betsey a hairtail fish or something.

Old Betsy accepted some scraps with a smile, found a few pennies, put them under the vendor's stall, and took Annick away.

"How does it feel to be retiring?"

"I'm a little hesitant. I go to work looking forward to retirement, and then I work thinking about fishing. Now that it's the last day, I wish time would pass slower."

Annick raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. The day's patrol was about to end. He promised to go out with his two younger sisters tomorrow, September, to relax his tense nerves this week.

At this moment, a man covered in blood rushed out of the dock warehouse area.

"It's crazy. They put that damn thing in the warehouse and it died. All the guards died. Hahaha, they won't let me go. Definitely."
Chapter completed!