Chapter 79 Press Conference (First Order)
In the end, is it just ballistics? Or is it the reaction of gun smoke?

However, in fact, after he changed his clothes, there was basically no so-called smoke reaction, not to mention that the hotel itself cleaned the set every day.

It would be a joke if there was any residual smoke reaction.

So the only thing left is the trajectory, but the trajectory alone can't do anything.

This is why he used bullets that he had polished himself and an unmarked sniper rifle.

In fact, none of this matters. What matters is that the person who took over is Gregory.

In the open space in front of the Bay Hotel.

Gregory seemed to know what York was thinking, and finally couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it! York, you are really..."

The words that rang from the phone the next second made Gregory even angrier.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Let's meet tonight!"

When he heard a light laugh on the phone and the exact word "OK", Gregory hung up the phone and looked at Chris viciously.

"I bet he did it on purpose, Chris."

Hearing this, Chris withdrew her gaze from the decorative pool in front of her and just smiled at the angry Gregory. She knew what Gregory meant because York could obviously choose a better way.

"Maybe York has his own ideas."

Chris asked again after soothing her.

"So? What should we do next? Should we continue to go to the apartment building in front? After all, those apartment buildings in front meet the sniping requirements."

It is not that difficult to choose between a minor scum and York. Besides, with York's ability, even if they want to investigate further, it will only be a mess in the end. The important thing is that this kind of case is difficult to investigate. They came here to confirm it because they thought of York.

No one would care about a dead person who had no connection with the case and disappeared into thin air. Even if they were not the ones taking over the case, even if other colleagues took over, they would probably make the same choice.

"No more!" Gregory strode forward.

"I'm a little tired after handling two cases in a row. I'll seal this case for now and investigate again after I've rested enough."

"OK, you have the final say." Kelly was not surprised at all and followed Gregory's footsteps as usual.

"After today, I plan to apply for leave and go out to relax."

Gregory's surprised voice came: "Where do you want to go?"

"I just want to go out and relax. Anywhere is fine. I heard from York that the Maldives seems pretty good..."

322 Acox, Apartment B.

York put away his phone and looked at the apartment building next to him.

In front, Kino was negotiating with the relevant personnel who came to deal with the matter. Yorks walked over there calmly, but a sentence came to his mind because of Gregory's call.

"The ways of the world are like fish in water, and they are easy to understand."

As a Chinese working in the workplace in his previous life, he understood it very well.

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"10-A-11, resume patrol."

"Roger that!"

After the fierce dog bite incident was handled, Yorks took Keno back to the Explorer patrol car, but he couldn't help laughing when he saw Keno's lingering look.

"Can not forget?"

Jinuo's chest was heaving, and his mind was still recalling the rotting corpse. He said seriously:

"It will probably take several days to recover. I probably won't be able to eat tonight!
Ugh! " At this point, Jinuo couldn't help but retching.

"too disgusting!"

"So, I told you not to go in." York put one hand on the car window, not affected at all.

"Sir, why do you seem unaffected at all?" Kino forced himself to calm down and drove away from the place that left him with psychological trauma.

"You ask me, but I don't know. It may be because I am suitable to be a patrolman." Yorks said calmly. He glanced at the police notebook placed in front of the center console.

"It's almost time to go back to the police station for rotation."

"Yes! Sir!" Kino replied and drove towards the West Canyon Police Station.

As he lay down on his chair near the end of his shift, Officer York asked, "Did Superintendent Olha tell you that you will have a day off tomorrow and will be on night duty the day after tomorrow?"

Jino nodded: "Yes!"

"That's fine. Be mentally prepared to be on duty at night." York smiled.

"Los Angeles is very lively at night. It will be even busier than during the day."

There was a hint of curiosity in Kino's eyes.

"Because night is the best camouflage, and it is also the time when gangs are active. There are all kinds of people here." Yorks said calmly, and when he saw Kino's changed expression, he added a word of personal comfort.

"However, their activities have nothing to do with us. Gangs and we are not from the same world.
As long as they don't cause trouble, it's fine. If they do, I'll take you to experience the feeling of kicking their butts, so that you can get a true feel for the life of a patrolman before you leave."

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

York changed into his private clothes in the locker room, said goodbye to Kino and officially left work.

By the time he got home in his F150 Raptor, it was around half past five.

As always, York took a look at the garage door after getting out of the car, and waited until it was closed before walking towards the house.

After opening the door and entering the house, York instinctively glanced at the watch on his wrist:
"It's exactly this time, not a bit off. After paying more attention, my grasp of time has improved a lot."

As he spoke his thoughts, Yorks walked into the huge living room, sat down on the expensive and comfortable sofa, picked up the remote control next to him, and pressed the switch on the huge TV screen in front of him.

The screen lights up
at the same time.

In a luxurious and spacious office, a lady in a suit skirt walked in with a file board in her hand. She stopped by the door and looked at a middle-aged man standing at the window looking outside, and whispered a reminder.

"Sir, everything outside is ready, just waiting for you to come over."

"Yeah." Russell nodded, took his eyes off the group of reporters from the prepared platform outside the window, and walked towards the door.

Behind him, his secretary and administrative assistant, Felicity, deliberately slowed down and followed.

……

York looked at the lit screen, ignoring the video being played, and tuned to any TV station.

After the switch, the screen showed the layout of a press conference, and his father Russell was standing on the podium.

Seeing his father, York put down the remote control and smiled.

"Quite handsome."

Usually, for important and shocking cases, the police station will generally hold a press conference to let the concerned public, the outside world, or those walking in the underground world know the power of the police station.

This is actually one of the important daily activities of the police station and a means of normal publicity.

The serial murder case that was solved in just one day is excellent material for holding a press conference.

He had predicted that his father would never miss this opportunity to show up.

(End of this chapter)