Retarded Policeman Gif Novels & Stories

He sighed. “Young adults of these days be acting delinquent on purpose. You have a Bentley Bentayga in your possession and you are being adamant about telling us your name and how you acquired such car. Not only,you drove at a speed of 190km/h...” “You forgot to add the fact that two policemen man handled me!”He slammed the desk. “And That’s because you proved stubborn!” I scowled,holding his heated gaze. His phone suddenly rang,he took it out of his pocket,swiping to pick.

Abruptly, he turned his eyes and stared sinisterly at the few policemen in front. The policemen were intimidated by his gaze and their legs went weak. Maximo's aura was just too strong, they suddenly really wanted to escape. Maximo's gaze landed on the police officer wearing a uniform and asked coldly, "What is the password for you to enter the police system?" "Me?" The policeman was stunned for a moment and then reported, "335678." Maximo withdrew his gaze and sat on the swivel chair. He moved his ten fingers clearly and then pulled out a keyboard to place in front of him. His speed was extremely fast.

She got out of her car and the police officer pointed at her with a gun. She got scared and the officer took her hand. He asked her why she didn't stop the car. He said to her, "Hey Miss! I showed you a signal to stop the car but you ignored it". She replied to him, "Sorry officer! I didn't see any signals". The officer was in rage but she refused him and insisted him to let her go. After much pleading to him he allowed her to go".

He was in an unexpected situation that wasn't comfortable at all and I could see it from the way he moved his eyes, searching for an escape route. "Do you know the average speed limit?" Rita pressed further. "I don't know, Madam. But your husband was driving fast." Rita smiled an evil smile. The kind of smile that a man who is about to win a million dollar gamble wears. "Is there a problem over there?" The policeman's companion asked. He had been watching them for a while now. "Everything is fine. I was just checking his driver's license to see if it was updated." "Please be fast with whatever you are doing. We have other vehicles to check."

one of the policemen uttered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I have no idea that it’s poison!” The guy yelled in crying tone. “How can someone told you to put something you don’t know in your boss’s food and you would do it if it wasn’t that she PAID YOU. Are you that dumb?” Gianna nagged at him, and didn’t believe him. “Please officer, take him away!” Gianna muttered in angry, turned backward and returning back inside. “I swear I have no idea, please!” The guy screamed in mercy as he was entering into the police’s car. Hot tears dropped from his eyes.

Another one added, "Yeah. Something's not right here. I seem to be seeing something on the walls." "Idiot! Stop! Don't say it! Boss is currently happy!" The young police officer replied, his expression weird. "But there's really something on the walls. Are you people pretending to be blind? Or illiterate?" "You rascal!"

He read the name on the retirement plan flier on his hand. "I am." The police officer stood straight up and looked right into Bagwis' eyes. A churlish smug smile forms on his face, "I see. This is yours then sir. I've been delivering these fliers around your area and you're the last one to receive it. I didn't want to leave it on your gate since it might fly away." The police officer said. The old man snatched the paper and closed the door. Bagwis grew suspicious by the gesture. Who would someone wait 'til ten in the evening to deliver such frivolous mail?

I watch the policeman unfold from the vehicle. He is a huge man, bigger than Massimo. He is chubbier and he looks way older. He seems strangely very happy. His partner remains inside the car. I can hear the faint crackle of a radio drifting out from behind. I realise it's the most ordinary sound I have heard in hours. As the officer draws nearer the question leers even louder and my hands begin to shake like leaves being swatted by strong wind. Are you really going to report him to the police?

Sharp jawline, piercing gray eyes, and a badge that glinted under the lights. “License and registration, ma’am,” he said, voice deep and commanding. Even in the simple request, there was an edge that made her pulse quicken. Elena handed them over, trying to keep her voice steady. “Was I speeding, Officer?” He scanned her documents slowly, before his gaze returned to her. “Minor infraction. Broken taillight.” His lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. “But I think we both know that’s not the only thing that needs checking tonight.”

His words hit me like a brick, the weight of them settling on me, and I took my first real breath in a long time. "Fuck." We both walked to the front desk where a different policeman was sitting. This was a scrawny-looking kid with spots over his chin and large nose. A shift change wasn't unusual, but for some reason it irked me. This kid looked like he was fresh out of nappies and wouldn't know his arse from his elbow. This was the kid that was going to get my wife and bring her to me?