Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 137 The Seven

The wires have been removed.

The medication doesn't need to be reapplied.

Milo returned to his office and stood in front of the mirror, looking at the almost healed wound on his shoulder, with some dried scabs still clinging to it.

There is a slight bump when touched, but the pain has indeed decreased to a negligible level.

"Is it because you drank the witch's blood?"

Milo stared at his reflection in the mirror, lost in thought.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that a wound of this severity would take at least ten days to half a month to heal on any normal person, yet it did heal.

The doctor even said I should have gone to him to have the stitches removed sooner.

"Speaking of which, my complexion seems to have changed quite a bit."

Milo inadvertently noticed that his complexion wasn't as bad as before. You see, after being tormented by nightmares and the continuous immersion in the memories of the dead for nearly two months, Milo's face looked like it had been indulging in too much sex, pale and haggard.

But now it seems like it's recovered?

At least the dark circles under my eyes are gone.

...

Do you admire your body in the mirror when you have nothing to do?

Rebecca's voice came from outside the office door.

She was probably just passing by when she happened to catch a glimpse of Milo standing shirtless in the office.

I wouldn't say I appreciate it.

Milo shook his head, put his shirt back on, tightened his tie, and said to Rebecca:
"Perfect timing, I was just about to ask you for some documents."

"What information?"

……

Ten minutes later, Milo obtained the basic files of the other seven law enforcement officers in the office, besides himself and old Theon.

The process was very easy and there were no obstacles.

Rebecca's reaction was quite normal. She casually signed Milo's name and told him to go to the archives to retrieve the documents, without even asking Milo what he planned to do with them.

It seems that these individuals' personal files were not included in the classified documents.

This is normal, though. Apart from Milo and a few other newly recruited officers, the other officers in the law enforcement agency should all know these seven people, so sealing their files doesn't really make much sense.

The documents for seven people were spread out on the desk.

Among them, those over 35 years old are "Will Romero", "Kane Guman" and "Robert Black".

Their file folders were clearly quite old, with a deep gray-black hue.

These three are considered veteran members of the Criminal Investigation Department, second only to Theon in seniority. Each of them has several medals of honor, and their files are relatively thick.

Then there were four other, younger colleagues.

They are mostly between twenty-five and thirty-five years old, which can be considered the new generation, but they are not that new.

However, at least these individuals have recent headshots in their files.

Having photos makes it easier to remember.

"Ryan Garcia" - a curly-haired guy with a mustache who is only 26 years old. From his photos, it is not hard to tell that he is an overseas immigrant.
"Jon Jones"—coincidentally, he was a black man, very tall, and his nickname was "Bones," which was extremely similar to Jon Jones from another world in Milo's memory;

Henry Lee – a law enforcement officer with a scholarly demeanor, he is the only one in the criminal investigation team who wears glasses.

The last one is Charles, the chief of the West City Law Enforcement, and his younger brother, Eric Winton.

……

Milo looked at the seven documents on the table and muttered, "This office should have been quite lively."

He took out his cup, got up and left the office, went to the tea room at the end of the corridor, filled a cup with hot tea, and prepared to start organizing the documents.

After Milo returned to his office and placed the hot tea in the corner of his desk, he suddenly noticed that some of the documents on the desk seemed to have been moved.

Milo had only glanced at the first page of the file to familiarize himself with the names of these people before casually tossing the file folder onto the table. That was all.

But where are the seven file folders on the table now? Three rather old, blackened file folders are neatly arranged in the first row.

The other four young people's file folders were placed in the second row; these file folders were generally lighter in color.

The edges of the file folders were all neatly aligned, without any deviation or tilt.

……

Milo picked up his teacup and took a sip.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose:
"I take back what I just said. The office is actually quite lively right now."

He looked at the seven neatly arranged file folders on the table and shrugged: "Still a perfectionist."

……

Milo had barely sat down when old Theon strode into the office, whistling as he walked in.

He took off his trench coat and tossed it onto a hook on the wall, then quickly grabbed a cigarette and a matchbox.

"Oh? Why are you doing the work of the Internal Affairs Department? Studying your own people?"

When he saw the file folder on Milo's desk, old Theon stopped striking a match and looked at Milo with curiosity.

"Just showing concern for a colleague." Milo shrugged, then looked at old Theon: "Introduce him, please?"

Old Theon stared at Milo for a few seconds.

He placed the cigarette in his hand on the "Will Romero" file folder: "Will the Smoker."

He then tapped the file folder containing "Kane Guman" with his index fingernail: "Demolitionist Kane".

"Sniper, Robert Black."

"Medic and pharmacist, Ryan Garcia with the mustache."

"Melee expert, Bones Jon Jones."

"The guy in charge of ordering takeout is Henry the Glasses."

Theon smoothly pointed out each person's area of ​​expertise and their respective nicknames.

When he called out the last person—Eric Winton—he paused for a moment before saying, “We call him Little Chief.”

"Because he's Charles's brother?" Milo immediately sensed the irony in the nickname.

“Hey, he himself has no problem with it.” Old Theon shrugged.

“I was just asking casually.” Milo shrugged. “You mean, once we meet, we can call each other by these nicknames to our faces, right?”

"..." Old Theon silently returned to his desk, lit a cigarette, and then replied, "If we get along, of course you can call me whatever you want."

"learn."

Milo nodded, pulled out the nearest file folder belonging to Eric, and began to look through it.

In reality, he spent most of his attention on old Theon the whole time, but once the other man returned to his seat, he never looked at Milo again, not even once.

In the empty office, only the sound of Milo turning the pages of the files and old Theon occasionally clearing his throat could be heard.

While reviewing the documents, Milo would occasionally bring up one or two trivial topics to old Theon.

such as:

"Our junior officer, Eric, has he received psychological counseling?"

"Yes, for dealing with random housekeeping checks, mental health, you know."

"about what?"

"The name is very long... I think it's something like obsessive-compulsive anxiety disorder."

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

……

(End of this chapter)