North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

Until his death, Hover couldn't figure it out: Why did he die?

In his prediction, the worst case scenario is that Dean is not threatened and returns directly to trouble himself.

But he has already set up an eyeliner here in the sub-bureau.

As long as Dean returns, or mobilize the patrol to come to the office here.

He can receive the notification immediately.

besides.

Dean didn't know whether he stayed at the police station or left with Daisy.

This takes time to determine.

And the opponent lacks the most time.

Take a step back.

Dean blocked himself in the office directly, even saved Daisy, a colleague, and pointed the gun at himself.

The other party will always want to know the whereabouts of the electric template.

Various considerations.

Harvard is so confident.

He held the king bomb, how could he lose?

Haval calculated every step.

But it just didn't take into account that Dean didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and directly killed him, smashing him into seven orifices and bleeding, and he died with regret.

Seeing Hover twitching like a dead dog, he became silent.

Dean let go of the other's hair.

"threaten me?"

He sneered and wiped his hands in disgust.

Haval's grasp of human nature is indeed powerful.

But he forgot that there is another type of people in the world called reckless men!

Don't care about your plans!

No matter how awesome your tricks are.

As long as you kill fast enough, you won't be fooled.

As for the bullshit printing money electric template.

It's none of his business.

A ton of counterfeit banknotes, what is the concept?

No matter how useless the FBI people are, it would be very easy to crack the case after tracing the raw materials.

Since left and right can gain experience.

Dean can't bear a little grievance.

"The old saying is true, when a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain it, it's cool!"

Dean spit out a mouthful of bloody air mixed in his chest, turned his head to look at Daisy who was tied up into a large font, with the corners of his mouth upturned, and joked: "Daisy, you seem to be more charming in this posture. "

After being pleasantly surprised, Daisy was desperately clamping her long legs in flesh-colored stockings.

hear this.

She stared with beautiful eyes: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~"

Dean, a bastard, didn't rush over to save himself, but he was still talking sarcastic here.

My own shameful, smelly embarrassment.

If someone from the sub-bureau sees it, they will die!

If it is not for the transparent glue to filter.

Dean has no doubts that Daisy's words now contain an extremely high amount of FK.

He shrugged: "Don't get excited, no one will come in here for the time being, I'll come over right away to help you untie."

when approaching.

Dean's keen nose smelled a faint smell of urine.

While helping Daisy untied, he couldn't help complaining: "Daisy, to be honest, you are a little angry, you should eat more vegetables, and have you brought a replacement pantyhose, the smell is really strong .”

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

Daisy's face was congested because of being too embarrassing and angry, and her nostrils were wide open. It seemed that her anger level was higher than when she faced Haval before, and even the rag in her mouth was protruded by the stuffed roar. one.

She swears that if Dean still insists on nagging, after she is rescued, she will pick up a pistol and blast Dean's pissed off mouth into pieces!

see.

Dean closed his little mouth.

He was afraid that after Daisy was rescued, in order to prevent today's incident from spreading, he would shoot himself black.

Because of the great struggle.

Daisy's limbs and mouth were already red and swollen, leaving ugly marks.

Some places are even more broken.

This chick looked sweet, but she didn't expect to be very fierce in her bones.

"You need some ice packs."

Dean kindly suggested.

Daisy glared at him viciously, directly tore off her stockings, and strode towards her cubicle. When she came out, she already smelled of pungent perfume.

She pushed away Dean, who wanted to help her check her injuries, and went straight to Harvard's dead body. She raised her hand and mouthed a few big mouths: "FK, you, pervert, get up, old lady!"

Pumped blood spatter.

Daisy was still not relieved, she raised her foot and aimed at Harvard's brother's house, and delivered several standard heavy blows.

Such a furious look of wanting to blow up Haval's balls.

The frightened Dean shrank back subconsciously, for fear that Daisy would come to his brother later.

He originally wanted to remind Daisy, so it would be difficult to explain later.

But for the harmony among colleagues.

He wisely chose to let Daisy vent his anger first, so as not to inflame himself.

quite a while.

Daisy sat down on the chair panting, and waved to Dean: "I need a cigarette now, and why did you jump from the ceiling like a ghost?"

"Because I'm worried about Haval, who has an eyeliner in the branch, and you don't think the scene of falling from the sky, defeating the bad guys, and saving the beautiful women is very romantic, right?"

"Fucking romance!"

"Which movie heroine have you seen, before being rescued, the gangster uses an electric shock device to incontinence?"

Dean: "...well, you have a point."

Speaking up.

This incident was caused entirely because of him, and Daisy just suffered an unwarranted disaster.

With a trace of guilt.

Dean swiftly pulled out a cigarette and stuffed it into Daisy's mouth, lighting it for her with his own hands.

Daisy took a deep breath.

The strong tobacco smell of men's cigarettes fills the lungs.

Spicy at the same time.

Under the influence of nicotine, her originally tense emotions gradually relaxed.

But smoking is bad for your health.

Daisy doesn't want to get lung cancer.

After she took a puff of smoke, she threw away the cigarette in her hand and stared at Dean, "It's best to keep everything you saw today a secret from my mother, otherwise my mother will definitely die with you!"

Dean raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Don't do this, Daisy, I'm your savior!"

"Get out!"

Daisy stood up, stood on tiptoe, and leaned close to Dean's ear, her voice became softer than ever: "One size fits all, as a thank you"

ah this

Dean couldn't help thinking about it when he heard these suggestive words.

Is this a drama about repaying the grace of saving life with oneself?

The occasion is a bit inappropriate.

Just when he was thinking wildly.

The scorching breath spouted from Daisy's mouth, pink and soft, across Dean's earlobe.

Dean felt that the softness was fleeting.

Aftertaste again.

Daisy has returned to the seat, as if nothing happened just now.

Dean touched his wet earlobe, a little disappointed and said, "That's it?"

"Shut up!"

Daisy's cheeks were flushed, she gave Dean a look, and changed the subject, "Harry, how do you know that Haval is still here?"

See Daisy unwilling to continue this topic.

Dean had no choice but to follow her words:

"After receiving the call from Haval, I asked Harry to find his old friend in the branch office, and transferred the surveillance from the interrogation room to the office. Now he is guarding outside with people, in case Haval has accomplices to respond.

alright.

I'll take care of this matter.

You go to the hospital to treat the wound first. Anyway, if there is a case at the branch, you can directly notify me now. "

Not long.

Harry came to the office with several patrolmen.

Daisy was supported by a policewoman and went to the hospital for treatment.

While everyone was dealing with the mess in the office.

Dean called Harry aside: "Harry, help me go to the hospital and keep an eye on Harper's wife Molly. Remember, don't get close, just pay attention to her condition."

"Don't you need to wait and see?" Harry wondered.

Molly could be attacked.

Dean wouldn't let him protect it.

Does this mean you don't want to deal with the counterfeit banknote case?

"You don't need to worry about this. This case may be risky. I am going to transfer the case to the FBI. They will definitely be very interested in this case of counterfeit banknotes involving up to one ton of money that can be confused with genuine ones."

Hear risky.

Harry shrank his head, and immediately said: "Although it's a pity, I think you did the right thing. You won't protect your own police officers. You are not a good police officer. Cases can happen at any time, and you only have one life."

As soon as he leaves.

Dean picked up the phone in the office and called the old Hunter who had replaced Munn and became the new captain of the Fourth Squadron.

over the phone.

Old Hunter was half lying comfortably on the office chair in the captain's office.

Hear Dean tell what happened.

He covered his forehead with some headaches: "Dean, why do I feel that as long as the case you encounter is not very strange, it is a big case!"

"It's all performance, isn't it, Captain Hunter!"

When Dean talked about the captain, he emphasized his tone.

"Ahem~" Hearing that Dean was calling himself the captain, old Hunter subconsciously straightened his body, his pores were open, and he felt comfortable.

Too.

No matter how talented you are, why don't you obediently call yourself captain now.

Don't let this kid underestimate you!

Old Hunter coughed twice in a pretentious manner, imitating Meng En's tone: "I see, you will send a report to my mailbox about the situation. As for the FBI, I will contact you."

"Okay, Captain Hunter!"

The little old man is not slow.

Early the next morning.

The old acquaintance, Detective Cheston, brought his new partner to the morgue of the Central Bureau.

This was the third time Chesston had been in contact with Dean.

For the first time, there was some unhappiness between the two of them.

For the second time, Cheston lost his partner and guide, and personally helped collect the body of the partner who 'died in the line of duty'.

every time.

Cheston's attitude towards Dean will be more enthusiastic.

He took the initiative to introduce his new partner to Dean: "Inspector Dean, this is my new partner, Senior Detective Asia, who is also the deputy director of the operation team in Los Angeles."

oh~

Dean looked at Cheston, who was in a high position, and was a little surprised.

This frizzy newcomer, depending on the situation, the more he messed up, the better he actually hugged the thigh of a deputy director.

Asia is a middle-aged black woman in her forties with an expressionless face.

Start with coming to the branch.

This woman has a constipated face, giving off an aura that strangers should not get close to.

She looked at Dean, did not introduce herself, but said straight to the point: "Inspector Dean, I have read the report you wrote, and the secret room over the abandoned factory has also been found by the colleagues of the operation team, may I ask?" What about the key counterfeit electronic template?"

Dean can be sure that Asia, as the deputy director of the branch, should know that he is a special employee of the FBI.

But this obviously did not get special treatment from the other party.

This is a woman who is not easy to deal with.

Think about it.

Dean frowned slightly: "It's written very clearly in the report. The suspect Haval was full of lies and even hijacked my colleague. I shot him dead in the end. Now the only insider is his wife and son. You should put your energy and focus on it." to them."

"You don't have to worry about these."

Asia held out her hand to Cheston.

Chessington took out a document from his briefcase in a doggy manner.

Dean noticed that this was an autopsy report.

Asia threw the autopsy report on Harvard's body covered with a white cloth, and stared at Dean: "Then how do you explain Harvard's injuries?

His forehead and skull suffered multiple blows, completely dented and shattered, his head was seriously injured, his lower body was hit hard, and there were slap marks on his face.

I have reason to suspect that you tortured Harvard to extract a confession.

In the case of subduing the other party, and for some reason, the silence was carried out! "

As soon as the words came out.

The morgue, which was already gloomy and cold, became more and more dead silent.

Cheston, who was standing behind Asia, was dumbfounded.

This scene is too familiar to him.

not long ago.

His former partner, Ruth, had just ended an unpleasant conversation with Dean on the front foot, and died on the back foot.

He helped to restrain the corpse.

Cheston didn't expect that he would curry favor with his female boss by betraying his lust, and he still made no secret of the hostility he brought to Dean even though he had urged him to do so.

Are you going to change your legs again?

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