“Sir, I would like to ask you to remain silent. At the moment, we are not in a position to fulfil your request.”
The agent who sat in the right front seat gave the spiel, and he didn’t have a sense of pack mentality. He didn’t give a heck that he was about to take his colleague into custody.
For lack of something better to occupy himself, John gazed at the buildings passing in front of his eyes on the other side of the tinted glass. Among them he saw the city centre with tall skyscrapers, and he thought that he was going to fall hard this time. As an undercover cop, he was good at not getting caught, and he had become a hard addict. He continued to use drugs even when the operation was over, and he started to deal with the golden powder. The good colleagues always got him out of the hole
