Chapter 95 Poor Kino
at the same time.

A Chevrolet Caprice patrol car appeared from the intersection and drove toward the supermarket.

The patrol officer who responded to the police report was none other than Taribo from the West Canyon Police Station and his trainee police officer Valeria.

"Um, Valeria, my eyesight isn't very good. Can you help me look at the pickup truck in front of me? Is that York's car?"

Taribo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, seemed to see something. He straightened up and looked through his eyes.

Hearing this, Valeria subconsciously looked forward and happened to see the pickup truck that Taribo mentioned, because there was only one F150 Raptor pickup truck in the traffic.

"Can you see the license plate below?" Taribo's voice rang out.

Valeria said it silently. She could actually see the dark blue text on a white background underneath. She said it all as the F150 Raptor turned the corner and disappeared.

"8LNA869."

As she spoke, Valeria looked at Taribo and exchanged glances with him.

"It's this guy." Taribo smiled and relaxed in the back seat.

"He switched to the night shift earlier, so this time is indeed the time for him to buy groceries."

Then, Taribo said to Valeria: "Yorks cooks by himself, and he can cook many dishes, and they are very delicious."

Valeria raised her eyebrows in surprise. It was not surprising that one could cook, but it was quite rare to be able to cook many dishes and cook them very deliciously.

"Next time when you become regular employees, I will take you to his house." Taribo said, looking at the supermarket that was already in sight.

"Now, what we have to do is to solve this violent case, but seeing as York just left here, there shouldn't be much of a problem here."

"Yes, sir," Valeria replied, turning the steering wheel out of the lane and heading towards the large supermarket.

She could already see a group of people gathered in the open space at the main entrance of the supermarket. Although she didn't know what had happened, it looked like what her superior had said, and it shouldn't be a big deal.

After all, she had worked at the West Canyon Police Department for a few days, and from all the rumors she had heard, as well as the occasional bragging from the officer next to her, she already had a general idea of ​​how powerful Officer York, who was a classmate of hers, was.

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Click, click, click!

The automatic garage door slowly rose.

Yorks stepped on the accelerator lightly and drove in, then stopped where he should, reset the gear lever, turned off the engine, got out of the car and found a simple cart somewhere else.

He often cooks for himself and buys a lot of things at one time. He also prepared a cart in the garage, which can be used to move all the things. He doesn’t have to go back and forth repeatedly, which is very convenient.

After taking a look at the closed garage door, Yorks moved all the things on the back seat of the car into the cart with a very relaxed mood, then closed the door and pushed the cart towards the house.

Life is like this, even if he travels to this seemingly identical parallel world, nothing earth-shattering happens.

After determining the goal, Yorks felt that life was really quite simple. As long as he kept moving towards the goal, he would be successful.

Coming to the kitchen which was specially separated from the living room, the first thing York had to do was to leave the ingredients for tonight's dinner and then put all the dishes in the refrigerator.

All of a sudden, the kitchen island was filled with tonight’s ingredients, tomatoes, eggs, pork, green peppers, etc.

"Fried eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and stir-fried broccoli. That's it. One person can't eat much." York muttered to himself, looking at the rice next to him.

In fact, the most important staple food is rice. Eating more rice can basically make up for all the energy consumed, making you full and lasting.

Thinking of this, York picked up the rice bag and walked towards the rice cooker. After a while, he put the washed rice into the pot and set the timer. York continued to the kitchen island to process the ingredients. He put the cutting board on the table and put the ingredients on it. York picked up the knife and the next second, the sound of cutting vegetables was heard, regular and fast, like playing a musical score.

If there were people there, they would have seen that York's swordsmanship was so fast that it even left afterimages.

"Finish!"

York's face was quite calm as he transferred the cut ingredients to the stove.

Since he wants to cook Chinese food, he equipped this stove with the best range hood, and added designed partitions and even ventilation, so the usual oil fume problem basically does not spread to the living room.

York is quite satisfied with this.

“Then it’s time to stir-fry.”

York nodded with satisfaction and picked up his apron.
7 p.m.

West Canyon Police Department.

York arrived at work on time, greeting the female police officers at the front desk or the administrative police officers passing by, and went to the locker room.

Due to the three shifts of morning, noon and evening, he basically cannot meet his more familiar colleagues like Taribo, but it doesn't matter. Due to his remarkable ability, he has long broken through this limit and has familiar people in all three shifts.

Just like last night's 10-A-9, Marcos and he partnered with Shanny.

There is also 10-A-5, Ante and his partner Omer.

These two groups are the elite of the West Canyon Police Department, so they have some minor flaws.

Despite this, both groups of police officers are good, and if one of their own really gets into trouble, they are determined to stand in front of it.

After all, even Taribo, a timid old fox, was able to rush to the scene to provide support as soon as possible when he received a report of a shooting incident or a colleague was shot.

Perhaps this is the unique mutual help and assistance in the police station, which may even extend to offline.

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York stood in front of his cabinet, listening to the sound coming from just a row of cabinets away, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Isn't it hard to be around York?"

This was Marcos' voice, and he actually spoke with a pitiful tone.

"Do you know who is the most unlucky person in the entire West Canyon Police Department? The poor guy."

Gino sat there obediently, like a good kid surrounded by bad uncles: "York?"

He said, "Taribo told me."

When Kino said this, the four looked at each other and laughed. Ante said, "Indeed, Taribo has the most say."

After saying that, Ante patted Jinuo on the shoulder and said, "You probably don't know yet, right? There are at least five people who have partnered with York in the past two years. Do you know where the other four people went except Taribo?"

Kino's eyes lit up slightly. He liked to hear others talk about Yorks, so that he could have an explanation.

"They all resigned! They only partnered with York for a month." Ante smiled.

Jinuo was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Ante shrugged, and finally his partner Omer answered: "Because they think this job is too dangerous, but who knows that York's monthly output is equivalent to that of others in half a year."

(End of this chapter)