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

"Ahem~"

Painful groaning and coughing sounds came from the side.

More than ten meters away, Carlo was hunched over. He tried to get up from the ground several times, but he seemed to be drunk and lost control of his body. He got up and fell again, looking embarrassed.

He doesn't even know what happened now. He only remembers that he was hit by a car when he was not consciously conscious. The terrifying force pulled half of his body and took off on the spot. He fell heavily to the ground and rolled a few times. stopped.

Dean quickly ran over, held down Carlo and prevented him from moving, stretched out a finger and asked, "What is this?"

Carlo shook his head, and in his senses full of double images, he saw the three Dean bosses, opening and closing their mouths in front of him, but there was only a sharp tinnitus in his ears.

He wanted to say something.

When he opened his mouth, a feeling of nausea came over him.

He turned around quickly and opened his mouth to the ground.

Ugh~

After the sour smell has passed.

Carlo finally felt better, but he was still suffering from the dizzy sequelae of the explosion and found it difficult to stand up from the ground.

Seeing this, Dean had no choice but to carefully carry Carlo far away. After calling the ambulance to explain the situation, he squatted down and began to check Carlo's physical condition.

Carlo was lucky. He was thrown out by Dean at the critical moment and did not face the impact of the explosion.

But during inspection.

Dean found that Carlo's ribs on the left side were sunken, and he estimated that at least three ribs were broken. This meant that Carlo was not very clear-headed and did not feel pain, but it would be more difficult for him to continue investigating the case with him.

He glanced at the place where Carlo had just landed with some embarrassment.

A little too much force.

Carlo felt as if he had been hit by a car. Maybe his muscles and bones and other parts of his body were also injured. It was just a little better than being directly hit in the face by an explosion.

This is also thanks to the open space nearby.

Otherwise, according to the force of Dean's half-pull, half-throw, and hitting the wall, Carlo would probably have escaped the impact of the explosion and would have to be turned into a photo and hung up.

If that were the case, Carlo would have died in such a miserable way.

The aftermath of the explosion, with flames and black smoke rising into the sky, was still conspicuous even in the daytime.

In the distance, there was the noise of residents at home and the sound of police sirens outside the street.

Dean squatted next to Carlo's body and looked down at his hands, feeling a little strange.

"I underestimated the power of my whole body before."

"If all three attributes of your physical fitness reach 20 points and you sprint with all your strength, if an average person is hit by you, it will not be any better than being in a car accident."

Dean whispered in his mind.

The last time he took full action was at the island base.

Facing those inhuman experimental subjects.

The whole process can be regarded as a crushing one, and I didn't feel too much pressure.

Therefore, Dean doesn't have a very intuitive feeling about his current body. He just feels that his energy is extremely strong every day, and when he gets along with the people around him, he suppresses most of his body's strength.

This time Carlo pulled hard, and he realized his horror.

1+1, in oneself, is never equal to 2.

The three attributes, all reaching 20 points, increase each other, and it might be possible to resist small-caliber bullets.

Dean thought wildly for a while, then calmed down and waited for the arrival of the patrolman who heard the news.

Now the experience value is depreciated and the turtle speed is increased.

If you want to upgrade to the limit, you have to look for opportunities to participate in some major cases in the future.

Climbing up is also a way.

If all the police officers in Los Angeles worked for him, he would add up to a small amount, and reaching full level would not be a dream.

These need to be tested slowly in the future.

About five minutes after the explosion.

A number of police cars with sirens arrived at the scene.

A group of patrol officers armed with firearms nervously surrounded the lawyer's home. At the same time, they dispersed the residents who were watching the excitement and went to nearby residences to knock on doors and search to see if there were any unlucky people injured by the explosion shock wave.

The two of Dean stood out.

Several strong police officers approached with guns drawn: "LAPD, put your hands up and climb down."

Dean obediently grabbed the police badge on Carlo's chest, raised his hands, and shouted at the same time: "This is the detective of the Fourth Squadron of the Murder Division. Someone is injured and needs rescue!"

After hearing Dean's words, several people did not relax their vigilance. It was not until a middle-aged patrol officer approached, checked the police badge, and recognized Dean, a celebrity in the police station, that the vigilance ended.

The nearest hospital is very close.

Dean watched Carlo being put into the ambulance and was left behind.

He can't leave just yet.

There was a bombing in a wealthy area.

This is a hassle.

Dean appeared on the scene as a suspended detective, and a serving detective was injured in the middle, which was even more troublesome.

So he was guarded at the scene, waiting for someone who could speak to deal with it.

Half an hour later.

Old Hunter, who looked numb, followed two middle-aged men and arrived at the scene dejectedly.

Dean noticed the three of them immediately.

One of them is a high-ranking member of the police department.

Dean had some impression that the other party should be the deputy chief of the police station in his jurisdiction. When dealing with the shootout at Lincoln Farm, Munn brought the other party to meet him. He seemed to be the boss of bald patrolman Hawke.

The other person was wearing a suit, with a tall and straight figure, deep eyes, and a hooked nose. At first glance, his appearance suggested that he was not a talkative person.

According to Old Hunter's position, the other party seemed to be the leader of the Police Detective Bureau, but Dean had long memorized the appearance of a prominent figure in the entire Police Detective Bureau, and had no information about the other party in his mind.

Two middle-aged men approached the patrol officer who came first to learn about the situation.

After Old Hunter glanced around, when he saw Dean, a bright light flashed in his numb eyes, and he touched it: "Dean, have you gained anything?"

Dean briefly explained the situation:

“We had just found Barnaby’s house when there was an explosion.

His mailbox was full of letters, and I'm afraid he didn't return here for several days, but someone installed a trigger detonation device in his house, and Carlo and I became the unlucky ones to be entertained.

Carlo was injured and has been taken to the hospital. "

Hearing this, the light in Old Hunter's eyes disappeared.

He grimaced: "I was just sorting out information in the office when I received a call from Deputy Director Henke. I rushed here in a daze. Now we are all doomed."

It's not easy to offend the gentlemen in wealthy areas.

Although this is not a truly wealthy community, the owners are considered prominent figures in all walks of life in Los Angeles. If such a bad incident occurs, a captain is the best person to take the blame.

Although Old Hunter didn't say it clearly, he looked at Dean with more complaints. He felt that the other party had dragged him down, and he regretted listening to Dean's nonsense and agreed to let him join the investigation.

Now the pension may be affected.

Dean noticed the expression on Old Hunter's hesitant expression, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

I want credit but don't want to take any risks. The mud can't support the wall. It's no wonder that I am still a small role after so many years.

Dean also rarely gets ink.

He took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, pointed at the unfamiliar middle-aged man and said: "This guy is the deputy director of Henke in your mouth? Why don't I remember it?"

The Detective Bureau has a special status and has jurisdiction over several departments (divisions).

A deputy director has a higher status than the director of a jurisdiction. It is impossible for him to be unimpressed, so the other party is most likely to have just become a deputy director.

Sure enough, although Old Hunter was dissatisfied with Dean's attitude towards causing trouble, he still introduced: "Yes, he is Deputy Director Henke. He just parachuted into the Detective Bureau. He seems to have some background. He has been busy looking for opportunities to cause trouble recently. "

Dean nodded thoughtfully.

The power cake is so big. If one person gets more share, the others will get less share.

No wonder this guy was so active. Even Old Hunter received the news before he was notified by the police station. He and Carlo got involved in the case and intervened.

While talking.

After Henke and the deputy chief of the police station in their jurisdiction had finished asking, their eyes turned to Old Hunter and Dean.

Hook-nosed Henk waved to Old Hunter.

Old Hunter sighed and called to Dean: "Let's go. This deputy director of Henke seems to be very interested in you. He asked me a lot about you along the way, so he shouldn't embarrass you."

"interested in me?"

Dean's eyes lit up.

He seemed to have guessed the force the other party belonged to.

This time, maybe the official will be reinstated through this case.

The two walked up to Hook-nosed Henke and the deputy police chief of that precinct.

Just as Old Hunter was about to introduce him, the deputy chief of the police station in that area waved his hand and introduced with a smile to hook-nosed Henke: "This is Dean, the detective of the Fourth Squadron. He has outstanding abilities. He is not only the best in Los Angeles." The detective who was promoted quickly has a current case solving speed and detection rate of almost 100%. He is a very capable young man."

Old Hunter:? ? ?

He glanced at the deputy chief of the police station who introduced him enthusiastically, and then at Dean who kept smiling and said nothing, with a confused look on his face.

Such praise.

When did Dean hook up with the deputy chief of the local police station?

Hook-nosed Henke nodded after listening to the introduction of the deputy director of the district next to him: "You look really energetic, so be it, old Hunter, this case has caused quite a stir, and your abilities are too poor, so this case will be handed over to you." Let Dean handle it."

Said.

He looked at Dean with both eyes: "I'm Henk, the newly appointed deputy director of the Police Detective Bureau. Dean, I heard that you were suspended due to violent law enforcement. If you can solve this case within seven days, not only can you go back At work, I can also help recommend you to become the captain of the fourth squadron, do you have any questions?"

Dean shrugged: "Nice to meet you, Director Henke. Give me authority. In three days, you can see the closing report. However, my suspension is not as simple as it seems."

Henk interrupted Dean, with a smile on his slightly gloomy face: "Don't worry, I'm different from those losers. As long as you have the ability, let alone the captain of a squadron, even a higher position is not Can't."

Hearing this, not only Old Hunter, but also the deputy director of the district on the side was stunned.

He is considered a high-ranking member of the police force, but he doesn't know much about this deputy director of the Detective Bureau who has just taken office.

The reason he praised Dean before was because Patrolman Hawke was his sidekick, and Hawke had a good relationship with Dean. He thought he could just say a few nice words for free, just to win the favor of Dean, a capable man.

But he never expected that this deputy director of Henke would actually make such an unreliable promise to Dean in front of them.

Do you really think your family runs the police force?

These old guys, the best they can do to their subordinates is to take advantage of them. This airborne deputy bureau is just a dream come true.

Think of this.

The deputy precinct looked at Dean with some pity.

There is still a chance for the pie to be realized.

make dream

This unlucky young man is afraid that he will be favored by this Henk, and is ready to break the deadlock of having no one available, and use Dean as the first pawn in the fight for power and profit from the police detective bureau.

Old Hunter probably also felt that Genk's deputy director was unreliable.

He glanced at Dean and quickly lowered his head.

At the age of fifty-six, I stood like a slave.

In fact, Old Hunter's current status, to a certain extent, is not much inferior to that of the deputy director of the jurisdiction. On the surface, the two of them are in a class where they can stand together and drink.

But old Hunter has no confidence.

All I can say is that he is also the captain.

Former captain Meng En can chat and laugh happily with the deputy director of the jurisdiction in front of him. Whether it is mentality or other aspects, he can crush old Hunter, a helpless old man.

Dean looked at the people with different expressions in front of him, smiled lightly at Henk and stretched out his hand: "That's no problem, I'll hang out with you from now on, thank you for your kindness."

Henk laughed, held Dean's hand, and made no secret of his importance: "If I can see your closing report in three days, I will buy you a drink!"

Looking at the backs of the two deputy directors leaving.

Old Hunter stood beside Dean, his head a little dizzy. He didn't understand why in just a few words, Dean got rid of Meng En's target and hugged him with another thigh.

His lips moved and he forced a flattering smile: "Dean, have you known Deputy Director Henk before?"

Dean shook his head: "I don't know him, but don't we know him now?"

He had already guessed that Henk should be Amon's man.

No wonder Amon said that he could help him solve the troubles from the mayor Saul, and even the deputy bureau of the police detective bureau could parachute in. Naturally, his little trouble would not be a big deal.

Seeing Dean's calm demeanor, Old Hunter felt miserable.

Originally, Henk gave Dean seven days, but this bastard changed the time to solve the case to three days.

Three days, what can you do?

If it can't be completed by then, I, a helpless old guy who is about to retire, will have to take the blame.

But now Old Hunter didn't dare to say harsh words to Dean, for fear of making him unhappy, so he just threw up the table and quit. He could only dryly congratulate: "Dean, congratulations on your reinstatement."

Dean was too lazy to talk nonsense with old Hunter.

He patted the somewhat uneasy old Hunter: "Okay, Captain Hunter, go back and drink coffee if you have nothing to do. I'll take over this case!"

"Do you want me to reinstate Lawrence and bring someone to help you?"

"kindness!"

After saying that, Dean passed Old Hunter, put his palm into his pocket, and with a thought, he took out his police badge from the space, hung it on his chest, and said to the surrounding police officers: "Guys, I am Dean, and now I want to be promoted. He who is rich, come here.”

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Detective Dean, the police department under his jurisdiction, even if he is a newcomer, he has heard the name Dean countless times during boring nonsense with his old man.

Immediately, two patrol policemen with quick reactions ran to Dean.

Seeing this, the other patrol officers could only secretly curse these two guys for being shameless, and then looked here with envy.

The two patrol policemen who responded quickly were the kind of young people who still had some progressive ideas and had not been extinguished by the surrounding environment.

Dean nodded with satisfaction.

It’s good to be young.

Young people, be obedient and don’t have so many random thoughts.

He clapped his hands and asked for their names. One of them arranged to contact the property company responsible for the community and asked for the traffic in and out of the community during the recent period. The other followed Dean and asked several households in the surrounding area. Impressions of Barnaby as a neighbor.

The fire trucks haven't arrived yet.

Even if the fire is extinguished, it will be very difficult to go in and look for clues.

Dean simply called Lawrence, explained the situation, and asked him to go directly to Harry, who was still in the hospital, to look for connections and collect information about the Huaqing Gang.

The little patrol policeman, after all, has never seen the world, and he is made things difficult when he opens his mouth.

For example, the little patrol officer who asked the property management company for community entry and exit surveillance information was slapped with Tai Chi before he even said a few words on the phone. He hung up the phone in a daze and looked at a loss when he found the police officer who was asking about the neighbors. Dean.

Then the little patrolman saw this scene:

"Get out of here, FK***, you waste taxpayers' garbage, I will definitely... ow~"

The little patrol officer watched helplessly as the fair, tall and handsome Inspector Dean, who had just been reinstated, kicked the shit-mouthed man of the house to the ground, stepped on him and threatened:

“Dude, you think I’m negotiating with you?

See what it is

! That was an explosion, a terrorist attack!

And you, the most American citizen, are delaying our prime time to solve the case.

I have reason to doubt whether you are a spy lurking in.

You are unwilling to cooperate.

At that time, we can only take you back to the police station in front of so many people in the community, and then find your company leaders and colleagues to understand the situation one by one.

I hope you won’t lose your job in the end and be unable to repay the expensive mortgage and living expenses here.”

The words are not finished yet.

A business executive with four children, a wife, and a mistress was already hugging Dean's calf and crying for cooperation. He must have cooperated!

The little patrolman's eyes shone.

He seems to understand what is the correct way for the Los Angeles police to ask questions!

Today my head is finally back to normal.

The boss said that I didn’t update it enough and used my brain too little, so the plot felt incoherent and the writing was not smooth.

Will resume two updates tomorrow (as much as possible).

The reward list will also be sorted out tomorrow.