Chapter 188 Gift
"Sign it."

Olha was still sitting behind the desk, pushing a document over.

York stepped forward: "What is this? Boss."

Olha said calmly: "I have submitted the list a long time ago, and the Detective Bureau has responded. You will be assigned to a newly established squadron."

Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly. Gregory and Chris were very quick. Although he had known that they had returned, he was still surprised to see them move so quickly.

I'm afraid this new squadron is really short of people.

Olha saw York's surprised expression and spoke calmly:
"In fact, the reason I asked you to come here today, besides explaining the FBI matter, is more important than this."

York nodded, but did not sign immediately. Instead, he picked up the document in front of him and read it carefully.

Many of them can be skipped. The most important information in this document is that his vacation time was shortened, almost by a month.

"Because the new squadron is short of people, after discussing with the people over at the detective bureau, we unanimously decided to let you return to your post as soon as possible." When he thought of this, Olha said this, and when he was about to say something else, he paused.

"This has been approved by Chief Inspector Russell."

After hearing this, what else can York say? He can only say that behind every incident there is basically a linkage between the upper and lower levels.

Apart from anything else, the Los Angeles Police Department cannot be said to be his back door, but after two generations of efforts, many people behind the police department are actually closely related to him.

You have to know that the Chief Police Inspector has the right to promote his own people.

Of course, the most important point is that his grandfather and father are really working hard, and the public security in Los Angeles is improving every year, otherwise they would have been deserted by everyone.

Without thinking too much, York put the document back on the table, picked up the pen handed to him by Olha, leaned over and signed his name on the document.

"When I come back, should I report here first or go to the detective bureau?" York looked at Olha and said calmly.

"I will naturally inform you about this matter later."

Olha put away the documents and his pen: "Okay, you can go now."

York was silent for a moment, then nodded and began to walk towards the door. "Thanks, Boss. Although you always have a sour face, I have to say that you are a good commander. Thank you for taking care of me in the early stage. If it weren't for you, I might not have been able to get started so quickly in the early stage."

Olha was stunned for a moment, looked at York who had opened the door with a smile on his face, shrugged and said:
"Get out of here, you little bastard."

York nodded, walked out and closed the door, but when the door closed, he clearly heard Olha's last words.

"Be safe and have a safe trip."

Yorks stopped, took a breath and walked away. He couldn't tell whether the emotion in his heart was because he was about to leave the familiar workplace or because his vacation was cut short.
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After coming out of the West Canyon Police Station, York took out his personal cell phone, found Gregory's phone number, and called him.

This guy was so fast that he wasn't even ready.

I had originally wanted to have a leisurely long vacation, but now it seems impossible.

After calculating the time, he will have to return to work the day after tomorrow, which is Tuesday, after the Super Bowl this week.

As to whether to report to the West Canyon Police Station first or go straight to the Detective Bureau, it all depends on this phone call.

Just as York was walking towards the F150 Ford Raptor, the call was connected.

"Hello, York?"

"It's me." York said calmly.

After confirming that the voice was York's, Gregory's laughter came from the phone.

"It seems you have been notified?"

York sighed and opened the car door: "I wanted to continue to rest, but I didn't expect you to be so anxious."

"It's not that we're in a hurry, but we really are short of people." Gregory's voice came through the phone, and he explained the secret.

"Simply put, we need to achieve results and prove ourselves as soon as possible, otherwise this new squadron will still be at risk of being eliminated."

Yorks understood what Gregory meant. The police were not part of the establishment, and their salaries were paid by the city government, which meant that this was a workplace. A department without performance was a useless department, and there would naturally be a risk of layoffs. And the speed would be unexpectedly fast.

York said calmly as he sank into the driver's seat and closed the door.

"Do you have a case on hand now?"

Gregory's words all the time indicated that he had received a new case.

"Come to my house? Chris is here too." Gregory didn't say any extra words.

"You haven't been here for a long time. Don't forget your gift. My child Lixia has been looking forward to having you as her uncle for a long time."

But Gregory then added, "By the way, Chris's child Bram is here too."

Hearing this, Yorks twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the time on the console.

I left in the morning, sent Tifa to work, and was questioned at the West Canyon Police Station. It was almost noon now.

"Are you so sure that I will go?" Yorks started the car and said, "Is your future boss the kind of boss who likes to exploit people? You know I hate being constrained the most."

"Because I know you have nothing to do right now."

Gregory said, "Aren't you curious about what case we have received? Maybe when you come to report, the case has not been closed yet."

"Curiosity." Yorks answered simply. He pushed the lever with one hand, grabbed the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and controlled the F150 Ford Raptor to slowly drive out of the parking lot.

"Leave some food for me. I haven't eaten the food cooked by your Yagris for a long time."

Gregory's voice came from the phone.

“Remember the gift.”

Yorks hung up the phone angrily. He was attacking the rich. Everyone knows that children's gifts are the most expensive.

Despite this, Yorks continued to live up to his image as a good uncle who liked children's gifts. He drove directly to the shopping mall, parked the car, got out, and went straight to the store where the children's products were.

There was a good flow of people, but they were all families with children. There were very few people like him who came alone.

Under the curious gazes of these people, Yorks walked towards the section of children's storybooks and picked up a dozen books at random.

After all, they are two families.

As expected, Gregory had a complaining look on his face, because so many storybooks meant that he had to tell them to his own children.

Chris should be gloating because her husband Edu is also the storyteller in her family.

Of course, this is just a small revenge on the adults. The real gifts for the children still need to be bought.

"I'm really going to bleed a lot this time." Thinking of his wallet, Yorks looked at the price of the train toy in front of him, shook his head, and put the large train toy in front of him into the cart.

After the bowl of water was leveled, Yorks took out the same train toy and put it in the cart, with the child next to him looking up with his mouth open and the adults looking curiously at him.

Because there are two children and two families, he has to prepare at least two of the same.

Otherwise, if Grigoriy's daughter Lisha and Chris' son Plum become dissatisfied, they will start fighting over it, which will make the situation heated and your ears will just be buzzing all day.

For this reason, don't even think about discussing the case in a peaceful environment.

This is also why Gregory would always remind him of the gift.

As for preparing her favorite doll princess for Lisha, such as Elsa from Frozen, Yorks prepared his favorite Transformers for Bram.

Because Lillian and the others were at home, he was considered an expert on how to prepare gifts for children.

After buying this series of toys, the cart could no longer hold them all. It was so full that some even overflowed.

Fortunately, the things he wanted to buy were already purchased. When many people were looking at him, Yorks pushed the cart and left the children's section of the store with a blank expression.
(End of this chapter)