Chapter 20 Restaurant
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[Reward: +0.5 points]

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Listening to the mechanical sound beside his ears, York always thinks of related pictures.

It was just like the old games he played in his previous life, controlling the game character to wander around the map, randomly searching for monsters, and then obtaining related items and experience.

“I wonder if it’s because this guy came in, but I seem to be lucky today?”

Looking at Kino sitting behind the hot dog boy, holding down the boy's hands with one hand and reaching for the handcuffs behind him with the other hand, Yorks felt very satisfied.

With these 0.5 available attribute points, he can write an excellent on this guy's evaluation sheet today.

"Look at these things, ouch." York squatted down and picked up a small bag, then looked at the hot dog boy who was handcuffed but still struggling.

"Do you have anything else on you?"

However, the hot dog guy did not answer, but just glared at York with enough threat in his eyes.

"You are dead."

Yorks looked indifferent and looked at Kino.

"Check again to see if there's anything else on him."

At this time, Kino was convinced by York. He nodded and began to search the hot dog boy lying on the ground. In the end, he actually found something else.

A fully loaded M9 pistol has a total length of 217 mm, a barrel length of 125 mm, a total weight of 1145 grams, an initial velocity of 375 meters per second, a magazine capacity of 15 rounds, and an effective range of 50 meters.

Seeing this, York put on gloves, took out a new evidence bag, put the M9 pistol in it, and returned the threat made by the hot dog boy.

"I don't think you have a gun license. You're screwed."

After that, York looked at Jinuo and said, "Go, drive the car over here, and then take this poor guy back to the police station to register and hand him over to the Anti-gang and Anti-drug Division."

Kino nodded and looked at the suppressed hotdog boy, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

York knew why Jinuo was like this, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I can keep an eye on him."

"Okay!" Kino nodded and let go of his hand.

"f***!" The hotdog guy, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got the strength from somewhere and rushed towards York.

The onlookers exclaimed, and Kino was too late to do anything. He could only watch as the hot dog boy hit York with his head.

"It turns out that people who are related to drugs are a bit neurotic and have problems." York raised his foot and pointed his heel at the top of the head, saying helplessly.

"I said, are you stupid?"

A muffled groan of pain was heard, and everyone, including Kino, saw the top of the hot dog boy's head and the heavy-looking heel collide with each other.

hiss!
Kino looked at the harmless-looking York, then at the hot dog boy who was lying on the ground groaning, and couldn't help but gasp.

He seemed to have seen the dark side of York, and the feeling of being a warm-hearted big brother disappeared from then on.

"Go ahead and drive the car over here."

Hearing York's voice, Kino came back to his senses, looked at the hot dog boy lying on the ground, nodded, and trotted towards the police car.

"That kid's eyes seemed a little strange just now?" Yorks shook his head uncomfortably and picked up the small bag of white powder on the ground.

According to the information revealed by the hot dog guy, not only are there drugs, but there are also M9 pistols that are quite popular on the black market. There must be a drug-making recipe behind this.

"So it's no wonder? After completing so many cases, the reward mechanism was finally triggered in this situation."

York knew what was going on, so he picked up all the small bags. When he saw Kino driving the car over, he grabbed the hot dog boy who was still lying on the ground groaning and probably dizzy with one hand, opened the car door and threw him into the back seat.

"You drive this time."

Seeing Kino preparing to get off the car again, York shrugged.

"Since you said I was driving fast, I respect your opinion."

In fact, he estimated the time, and when Gino drove back to the police station to register, it would be lunch time. Gino was startled, but nodded obediently.
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Registration is complete.

Yorks took Kino out of the police station and got back into the car.

At this time, the seats changed again, York sat back in the driver's seat and looked at Kino.

"What do you want to eat? To congratulate you on your job, I can treat you, even though I'm a poor guy now."

Jinuo exhaled lightly and asked, "What do you usually eat?"

Yorks raised his eyebrows, the weird feeling came again. With his current attribute points, since he could feel weird, it meant that there really was something wrong with this kid Kino.

"Want to know?"

"Yeah!" Kino nodded.

York looked at him for a few seconds before looking away and picking up the intercom connected to the radio to notify them to resume patrol.

When the radio sounded, York had already driven the Chevrolet Caprice in the direction he wanted to go, but this time he was not driving as violently as before.

en route.

York asked, "There's something wrong with you kid."

Jino was stunned: "What?"

"It's like I want to know what my life as a patrol officer is like." Yorks said his thoughts with a smile.

Jinuo froze, "Why do you say that?"

York glanced at him and said with a half-smile: "It's nothing, just a feeling, you don't have to be so nervous."

"Haha." Jinuo laughed dryly, but York's next words made his expression freeze and turned into a miserable smile:
"Sister, you're killing me."

York's words were not just words, but words that were threatening and made his butt tighten.

"If you dare to quit within a month, don't blame me for coming to your house to deal with you."
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On the relatively quiet street with only a few pedestrians walking, a black and white Chevrolet Caprice stopped on the side of the street, looking at the surprised eyes of passers-by.

"Is this where you usually have lunch?" Kino asked after looking around.

The environment here is average. The upside is that it's quiet, but the downside is that there aren't many people. It looks like an ordinary neighborhood with only a few shops open on the street.

In short, it seems very unsafe here, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

In the direction where the police car was parked was a small restaurant with a sign engraved with Chinese characters and English.

"I heard you guys have a place to have lunch together?"

Kino looked at York, who had unbuckled his seat belt and picked up the walkie-talkie connected to the radio.

"Yes, there are, but I don't really like the taste there, and I'm a bit socially anxious."

York replied calmly, ignoring Jino's twitching face, and pressed a button on the intercom:

"10-A-11, Code 7 meal break."

"Roger that!"

"..."

"Let's go. I'll take you to try some food you've never eaten before. The authentic ones may not suit your taste, but they also have improved versions." Upon hearing the feedback, York got off the car immediately.

"Ok."

Kino took another look at the ordinary little restaurant on the street, which seemed to have few people, and pursed his lips before getting out of the car.

(End of this chapter)