People in DC, every day administrative leave

What a miserable mouse. Chris shook his head and couldn’t stand it anymore.

In addition to bringing things back to his brother outside, these two mice usually have to take care of a woman with sound limbs.

Now, it doesn't even dare to utter a sound even if a few hairs are pulled out!
Is there anything in this family that is lower than them? !
Suddenly Chris thought of that seagull, as if... there really was one with a much lower status than them.

Except for noticing the stupid bird when eating French fries, the presence of this bird thing is completely different at other times.

"Would any of you want some fries?"

Not to mention, the French fries made by Stupid Bird are quite delicious, and Chris wants to eat them for lunch and dinner.

But not everyone likes Seagull's fries, such as the Super Queen.

Seeing that the late-night snack delivered by Zhang San was French fries and fried chicken soda, the woman said to him: "Can you change it to something else next time?"

"No, because that's what I like to eat."

Maybe when he has barbecue, the standard French fries, fried chicken and soda will be replaced by skewers.

Now these captives are able to cook for themselves, and he bought a lot of the required ingredients a few days ago.

But they basically don’t have late-night snacks, so Zhang San will bring them some when they have late-night snacks.

Only the fries in the lunch box were fried by Seagull, while the chicken nuggets and fried chicken soda were from M fast food restaurant.

He probably bought these a few months ago and keeps them in his personal space whenever he wants.

But even if there is no concept of time in space, he still likes to clear the food in front of him first.

"If you don't want to eat it, you can give it to us." The speaker was Menanipa who came to get the late night snack. She already liked this novel food.

In Paradise Island, the food eaten by the Amazons did not include modern seasonings, nor was it fried.

After just one visit, she and several other companions were waiting for breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper every day.

"Here you go." The Super Queen really doesn't like these things. In the past, she only ate food carefully prepared by chefs.

Now that I have become a prisoner of the keyboard, my quality of life has seriously declined. Not to mention living in a single room, I even have to make meals for myself.

I still have to clean this place up...

"Eat so much before going to bed, don't let Hippolyta find out that you have gained weight when you go back."

"We will exercise during the day and eat something that won't make us fat."

The five people took six lunch boxes, and Menanipa took her companions back to their room to enjoy the delicious food.

The female warriors of Apokolips also took their portions and left. Even the little green bugs who had been in the laboratory these past few days floated out and took back two portions.

After returning from delivering supper, Zhang San sat on the bed, turned on his phone and watched videos for several hours, then fell asleep until dawn.

In the early morning, Chris, who was very concerned about his figure, had already started exercising, but the vigilante who usually followed him probably hadn't gotten up yet.

After breakfast, Officer Zhang, who put on his police uniform, drove out.

The weather today is not very good, it looks like it may rain at any time.

But even though the wind was a bit strong in the morning and the temperature was much lower than yesterday, the women on the street were still at work.

They can only go out to make money during the day, and go home at night when it is dangerous.

After all, no matter how good the money is, it must be spent with life.

Only a few women have intermediaries to help introduce them, and they can be driven to the location reserved by the customer at night.

But this is also very dangerous. Who knows what kind of customers we will face.

During the day, they can still call the police or seek help from passers-by when they notice something is wrong, but those who go out to make money at night can only hope that the middlemen will be more responsible.In the police station, colleagues who came earlier than Officer Zhang gathered together to chat about something.

Seeing him coming to work, a group of colleagues started shouting "Heaven Express" again.

"Officer Zhang, I have a nephew who wants a pendant of an ace police officer. Can you help me?"

One of the colleagues caught up with Zhang San as he walked to the office and said that his nephew’s favorite comics were the Keyboard and Ace Police series.

"I don't have the old one, but I have a new one."

Taking out the plush pendant he got at Simon's yesterday from his pocket, he gave away the version of the ace police officer with an AR rifle and body armor.

"Thanks, my nephew will definitely love it."

This colleague didn’t take it for free. He took out five 20-yuan bills and stuffed them into Officer Zhang’s hand.

"..."

For a plush pendant that sells for only 70 yuan, 100 yuan is a bit much.

It's just that he took everything, and there was no reason for him to give it back.

He knew very well what kind of personalities these colleagues had, so he just didn't want to be polite to them.

Drink it if you give it a drink, eat it if you give it a cake. If you shirk it, others will think that the relationship between the two parties is weakening.

"Officer Zhang, do you have more?" Peggy, who happened to be passing by, saw the transaction between the two of them. This lady also seemed to like plush pendants.

"Have."

Stretching his hand into his pocket, Zhang San took out another one.

Unexpectedly, with just these two plush pendants, everyone in the police station wanted Officer Zhang to bring one or several to them.

Some people like it for their own children, and some want to give it to relatives' children.

"Bring me a few too."

Director Daniel, who came out of the office to get water, saw the plush pendants in Peggy's hand, and like everyone else, he also wanted to take some back to give to his children.

Having no choice but to drive out with Barbara, Officer Zhang parked the police car directly in the factory area of ​​Wayne Technology Park.

The man who manages the warehouse here is a man named William. After learning about the two police officers' intentions, he directly asked several people to move boxes of plush ornaments to the police car.

"Officer Zhang, next time you call me directly, I will send it to you."

William was able to become the warehouse manager thanks to the police officer in front of him. If the Wayne Group hadn't wanted to produce a series of comics and peripherals for the police officer, he wouldn't have been able to work here.

"Okay, I'll call you then."

It's still the same as before, just respond to what others say, being polite is useless here.

After the two returned to the police station with several boxes of plush ornaments, a group of colleagues crowded together to get the stuff.

"Cough cough!"

Everyone was instantly quiet when they heard the familiar coughing sound. Director Daniel walked through the crowd and came to Zhang San who was handing out plush pendants and asked: "How much does one cost?"

"There is no price. Director, if you are willing to use a few days off to exchange it with me, that's fine."

"Then I'd better pay for it."

If it weren't for the rules, Chief Daniel wouldn't have put his best officers on administrative leave.

(End of this chapter)