Entertainment: My predecessor is a diva and my current boss is a boss

Sheriff Edward of the Los Angeles Police Department was stunned by the sight in front of him when he went to work early in the morning.

A homeless man in ragged clothes was paralyzed at the gate of the police station, with a cardboard sign on his head, with four big characters written in English on it: I am a murderer!
The homeless man's right leg was abnormally twisted and deformed, dragging weakly on the ground.

"Hey buddy, what's up with you?"

Out of professional sensitivity, Sergeant Howard touched his lower back with one hand, and cautiously took a few steps closer.

There are more and more people around, guessing the identity of this homeless man.

Hearing someone shouting, the homeless man struggled to raise his head.

Sheriff Howard shuddered.

The man was beaten badly.

A face was blue and swollen, bloody and bloody.

The two originally small eyes were now swollen into two thin slits.

The nose was crushed and stuck flat to the face.

There was a big cut in the upper lip, which had already condensed into a bloody wound, slightly bubbling yellow water.

There is not even half of the tramp's mouthful of teeth left.

"I...I'm a murderer, arrest me quickly, please...you guys!"

Sheriff Howard coughed twice and took a breath in his heart.

He could tell that the injuries on this person were from violent beatings.

Not only was his entire face swollen, he couldn't see a human figure.

Even his hands and feet were interrupted by special techniques.

Excessive pain turned into numbness.

After the tramp shouted that sentence, he lay on the ground again, humming unconsciously.

"Oh God, can someone tell me what's going on?"

Sheriff Howard let out an exclamation.

There was a commotion in the surrounding crowd, and three big black men in black suits crowded over.

"Hi Sheriff Howard, it's a pleasure to meet you again!"

Howard's expression changed.

He knew the three black men.

Just the day before yesterday, a related person brought these people to find him, bluntly asking for all the files of Li Changan's disappearance.

Sergeant Howard originally refused.

Later, the leading black man threw a leather bag containing $50 in cash on his desk, and the stern Sergeant Howard immediately succumbed.

This case is not a major case, and there is no need to keep the dossier materials secret.

He made a copy of all the investigation results, including valuable surveillance videos, and handed them over.

Easy to get 50 in hand, this business is simply not too exciting.

Unexpectedly, early this morning, at the gate of the yamen, I met these people again.

The black James smiled happily, showing a mouthful of white and shiny teeth:

"Mr. Howard, our brother helped find the suspect, can you give me a good citizen award?"

Howard sucked his teeth, looked embarrassed and pulled the black mercenary aside, lowered his voice and said:
"Brother, the Great Beautiful Country is a place that talks about human rights. I am very embarrassed by what you do."

With a smile on his face, James gestured to Yan Xu, who was extremely miserable, with his eyes: "Because of him?"

Howard nodded: "You...you are too ruthless. Even if this person can be cured, he is useless!"

"Sir, you guessed wrong!" James held Howard's hand affectionately, and the two were talking like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"He fell and injured himself!"

Howard had a surprised expression on his face. He could feel a hard square object being stuffed into the palm of his right hand.

The experienced tolerance retracted his palm without a trace.

With a flick of the wrist, a dazzling yellow light came into view.

Good weight!

It's gold bars.

A gold bar weighing about 50 ounces was transferred from the hands of the black bodyguards to Howard's palm without anyone noticing.

Middle-aged and bald, his heart was beating wildly.

This thing is worth around $60, another big windfall.

His face changed several times, and finally he looked at the black bodyguard and laughed:
"He, did he fall and hurt himself?"

The black bodyguard did not avoid his eyes, looked at Howard together, smiled and said:
"Yes, he fell and injured himself!"

Howard put his right hand into his pocket, with a hearty smile on his face:

"Okay, if the consciousness of the citizens of Los Angeles is as high as yours, then the law and order in Calais Faurecia will be much better."

The black bodyguard grinned: "The police and the people build a better Los Angeles, that's what all of us should do!"

"Not bad." Sergeant Howard patted the other party's shoulder, turned his head and ordered loudly:

"Hey guys, call an ambulance and treat the injured suspect first."

"Sir!" The voice of the black bodyguard behind him was tinged with gloom:
"Our boss hopes that Mr. Yan Xu can live a long life in the bitter kiln!"

Howard stopped and couldn't help shivering.

A long life was originally a word of blessing, but he said it in the coldest tone.

The meaning is self-explanatory.

"Don't worry, our Los Angeles government office will handle it impartially!"

Hearing his emphasis on the word impartiality, the black bodyguard nodded in satisfaction:
"Thank you, Sheriff!"

.........

Dongying, on the outskirts of Tokyo, at the foot of the beautiful Mount Takao, is a secluded sanatorium.

There is a striking plaque at the door: private property of the Maehara family.

The heavy black iron gate was closed tightly, blocking the sight of passers-by.

Saori Maehara changed into a traditional Japanese kimono, walked to a room with small steps, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in!" A deep and deep male voice sounded from inside.

Saori Maehara took a breath, and a smile appeared on her pretty face without makeup.

"Li Jun, your Japanese is becoming more and more proficient, how is today, do you remember the past?"

Pushing open the retro-style wooden door, Maehara Saori stepped in.

In the room, there is a tatami mat next to the window.

A man in a blue and white hospital gown frowned and sat cross-legged on the tatami.

"No." Li Changan frowned and shook his head:
"Saori, I don't remember anything except you!"

A strange look flashed in Maehara Saori's eyes. She walked over and knelt on the tatami, holding Li Changan's arm, and said softly:

"Don't worry, take your time, the doctor said that your brain is too badly injured, and it will take time to recover your memory!"

Li Changan raised his head, staring blankly at the roof:

"Saori, do you think I will never remember the past?"

Saori Maehara slowly tilted her head, leaned on his shoulder, and said softly:

"Whether you can remember the past or not, I will be by your side."

Li Changan was moved in his heart, and subconsciously held her slender hand:
"Saori, thank you for taking care of me these days when I was hurt!"

"Don't be stupid, I'm your fiancee, if I don't take care of you, who else can I take care of!"

The two held hands and looked at each other tenderly.

But for some unknown reason, the soft flesh under Li Changan's ribs suddenly twitched twice!