The police station's dormitory is a row of bungalows, on the south side, on the far right, with a kitchen and a bathroom.

In the past three years, he had barely been in the kitchen a few times. He usually went out to eat fast food, and his former boss, Barak, had a lover in the town, and the old Sheriff Cardinley's home was in the town, so,

The most pitiful person is Wang Dengming, who eats foreign fast food outside all day long.

Now that Jones-Meddy wants to cook dinner, it seems that the almost moldy kitchen in the police station will come in handy.

"Do you need my help?"

"No need. In fact, I rarely cook dinner."

Wang Dengming nodded and said with a smile: "I can see that such a beautiful person like you can actually go to the kitchen. I really didn't expect it."

"Men, don't always use appearances to look at a capable woman. Just stay here. I'll serve it to you when it's ready."

"Okay, then I'll wait."

At seven o'clock, Jones Medi finished preparing the food and delivered the food directly to his office.

"Sheriff, come on, have a taste, come and have a taste."

Tonight, she made a fried steak and a fried chicken, and there was some juice left over. Judging from the color of the steak and fried chicken, they were dark. Wang Dengming thought to himself, how did you do this?

Sure enough, when he tasted a piece of steak, he couldn't help but frown, it was too salty!

"Isn't it delicious?"

Jones-Medy quickly picked up a piece of steak and took a bite. She immediately spat it out and said, "I'm sorry, I rarely cook. I will definitely not put so much salt next time."

"Normal, I'll try the fried chicken."

He put a piece of fried chicken into his mouth and chewed it for a while without saying anything.

Jones-Medy couldn't see the expression on the sergeant's face, so he opened his mouth and bit into a piece of fried chicken. As a result, there was no salt.

Her funny expression made Wang Dengming laugh arrogantly and said, "You said it yourself, don't always use appearances to look at a capable woman."

"I'm sorry, I thought cooking was easy... We won't eat, let's go out to eat something."

"It's all done and can't be wasted, but the fried eggs you made are still good."

"Thanks."

To be honest, this meal was the most interesting and the most unpalatable dinner that Wang Dengming had ever eaten.

At around nine o'clock, Jones-Medy went to take a shower in a hurry. He bought cooking materials from the supermarket, cooked the food, and put in a lot of effort before making a dinner. He didn't expect this to be the result, and he even made a rash all over his body.

Weird smell.

After taking a shower, she put on a loose T-shirt while Wang Dengming was still in the office.

Jones-Medy discovered that Wang Dengming liked to stay in the office when he had nothing to do, and would only go to his bedroom to sleep when he was sleeping.

Jones-Medy was holding an apple in his mouth, leaning his shoulder against the door, and asked: "Sheriff, aren't you going to take a shower?"

This sentence is a bit ambiguous.

Wang Dengming put down the book in his hand and said: "Beauty, since you came to the police station, I feel that the boundary between superior and subordinate has been exceeded between us."

Jones-Medy handed over the remaining half of the apple: "Would you like to eat it?"

"This is what you've eaten!"

Jones Medi laughed and said: "Chief, you are a good man, but you lack one thing, which is fatal."

"what?"

"You guess for yourself, my lovely Sheriff."

Jones Medi went straight to his room to rest. Wang Dengming was thinking, what do I lack? I don’t lack anything.

At half past eleven, Wang Dengming took a shower and was about to rest. Jones-Medy's room was next to his, and her light was still on. He knocked on the door, and Jones-Medy opened the door in her pajamas.

"Boss, what's going on?"

"Seeing that you haven't slept yet, I'll let you go to bed early."

"Want to come in and sit down?"

"Um?!"

Wang Dengming's look made Jones-Medy laugh again and said: "This is my first time contacting Chinese men. I found it very interesting. I was surprised. If..."

Rise up, you who do not want to be slaves...

This is Wang Dengming's new ringtone, and the phone rang in the room.

It's Gretchen calling.

After Wang Dengming answered the phone, he looked strange.

"What's wrong? Boss."

"Hurry up and change your clothes and take action! I'll tell you in the car."

Jones Medi immediately put away his teasing mood and said seriously: "Yes!"

Five minutes later, the Toyota drove out of the police station.

"Chief, what's going on?"

"Is such that......"

It turned out that Gray Chuan called and said that he had found the person who stole the painting in the town of Melta, about 70 kilometers away from them. Gray Chuan said that he asked Wang Dengming to catch the person quickly. If he was late, he would be afraid

The thief ran away.

"I'm just wondering. Gregorian just told me during the day that he could help, and then he found the thief at night. What is this bastard doing?"

Jones-Medi said: "Is it true that he has known the thief for a long time?"

"It's possible. Otherwise, how could you have been so quick and blackmailed me for $50,000?"

"Fifty thousand dollars, she wants fifty thousand dollars from you?!"

"Yes, he told me during the day, what the hell is going on."

"Boss, we'll wait until we catch the person. Now I even suspect that Gray Chuan and the thief are a team."

The police car, with its lights flashing, rushed towards the town of Mertam.

In less than an hour, the police car quietly entered the town of Mertam, and Gray Chuan had already been waiting at the intersection.

"where?"

"Did you see it? It's that small building in front."

The street they were on was an ordinary street with old buildings on both sides. There were some shops with rolling shutters underneath, very close to each other. The street lights were very dim and looked a little scary.

"Boss, how do you get in here? Do you want to call the police in this town for help?"

The building that Gregorian was talking about was a three-story building. There were shops downstairs and rooms on the second floor. It was unclear what the third floor was. Gretuan said that the thieves were on the second floor and there were two people inside, both of whom were violent.

A very strong person.

Wang Dengming asked Gray Chuan: "Master Chuan, are you sure there are only two people in this building?"

"That's right, the one who stole the things is named Pu Meng. The other one, I don't know, must be his friend."

"Okay, I'll trust you once!"

After Wang Dengming finished speaking, he was about to take action.

Jones Medi hurriedly pulled him and said: "Boss, are you sure you can handle it alone? Let's call the local police for support."

"Two little thieves still need support. No, just keep an eye on the door and don't let anyone escape. I'll go up."

After Wang Dengming said that, he followed a telephone pole and whizzed up. There was a big tree next to the telephone pole. He climbed from the telephone pole to the big tree, touched the window, and fiddled with it for a while.

A slanted window was opened by him, and he jumped in as lightly as a ghost.

Gregorian looked down and was horrified. This police chief didn't look like a person. He was clearly a ghost. He went in so quietly.

About three minutes later, the sound of fighting and shouting came from the second floor.

Jones Medi was so anxious that he wanted to go up to help, but how could he get there?

But soon, the sound of fighting stopped, the screams stopped, the lights on the second floor came on, and Wang Dengming stuck his head out the window and made an OK gesture with his hand.

The rolling shutter door below was opened by Wang Dengming, and Jones-Medy went up to the second floor with a gun.

In the stairwell on the second floor, there was a man lying in his underpants, with his arms and legs spread out. Jones and Medi sniffed, and the man had passed out. There was only one man left, handcuffed by Wang Dengming to the foot of a sofa, looking downcast.

, lowered his head and said nothing.
Chapter completed!