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

Dean and Carlo gave him a warm hug and patted him on the shoulder: "How are you doing?"

Carlo's Sima face turned into a chuckle: "It's okay, it's quite relaxing, but I feel a little less accomplished. It's not as fun as when you were here, boss, with money and a sense of accomplishment."

"Haha~"

Dean laughed.

This kid speaks the truth.

He glanced aside from the corner of his eye, as if he had taken away his girlfriend. Old Hunter looked at him in a sour tone, and ended the topic: "Sit down, and Captain Hunter. He hasn't been back for a long time. What can we do today?" Gotta have fun.”

Old Hunter waved his hand and found a seat to sit down: "We still have cases to work on, Dean. If there is nothing else, Carlo and I will have two drinks and leave."

Carlo had long been dissatisfied with Old Hunter, an old man. Before Dean could speak, he directly retorted: "We are indeed very busy. We are just like salesmen selling umbrellas every day, knocking on doors one after another, and the old man... After the woman opened the door, she directly asked us if we would provide services.”

"We are visiting!"

Old Hunter was anxious.

Isn't he confused and can only resort to stupid methods?

Does this kid know how to step down from the leadership ladder?

"Visit?" Carlo raised his eyebrows, looked directly into Old Hunter's awkward eyes, and said disdainfully: "Is it the kind of visit where you wear a uniform and a police badge, and you can pay extra?"

If you get money from fishing, it's nothing.

But since this old bastard took him and Harry, not two cases have been solved, and all kinds of grievances have been suffered. If Harry hadn't kept saying that Boss Dean would be back soon, Carlo would have run away.

"you"

Old Hunter didn't expect that Carlo would directly change his face after seeing Dean.

In the past, he had been lukewarm when it came to his attempts to win over him, but now he directly hit the leader in the ribs and stomped on his face with a bang.

Doesn't he want to lose face?

Just when Old Hunter couldn't get down the steps, Lawrence gave Old Hunter the steps: "Captain, Carlo is also upset because the case has not made progress. He is still a newcomer. You are the captain. Be generous and don't mind. .”

Old Hunter rolled his eyes.

He still knows that he is the captain!

But what Lawrence said is like: He is still a child, and you are an adult. If you are not generous, you are small-minded and incapable of thinking.

As soon as these words came out.

Shameless old Hunter really can't get angry.

He had no choice but to point the finger at Dean: "Dean, why do I feel like it's up to you to invite me to drink today?"

"Of course it's a good thing!" Dean smiled and poured a glass of wine for Old Hunter: "Captain Hunter, after I came back, I heard that the situation in the Fourth Squadron is not very good now. The case detection rate has dropped sharply. Now Lawrence He’s been suspended. Captain Hunter has been under a lot of pressure lately, right?”

Old Hunter looked at the drink pushed in front of him and fell silent.

How come there is no pressure?

In fact, after Dean left, the 4th Squadron, which was originally prosperous, began to languish.

The Fourth Squadron has not been established for a long time. Although the following members all have some abilities, they were split into two teams just after they got used to each other. Many new people were also added. Dean, who became the detective in a short period of time, is even more... Being suspended, a squadron was immediately shut down, but the Fourth Squadron was handling more and more cases.

Only Old Hunter would understand the pain involved.

Every time he went to the department for a meeting, he felt like he was back in his childhood, shivering after being sprayed by his mother, with saliva all over his face, but he didn't dare to refute, and he didn't have the confidence to refute.

continue.

Old Hunter even doubted whether his little heart could last until he retired.

He stretched out his palm, flicked the glass filled with cold beer, raised his head, and said seriously: "Dean, I know you can't let go of the Fourth Squadron. If you can, I want you to come back more than anyone else, and so can Lawrence." Re-employment, but you should know that your departure and Lawrence’s suspension are all done by Meng En, and I can’t make any decisions.”

Old Hunter knows his level.

If I were really capable, I wouldn't have been stuck around for so many years and relied on luck to reach the position of acting captain.

if it is possible.

He wanted Dean back more than anyone else.

But he can't make the decision!

Seeing Old Hunter's confession, Dean chuckled and shook his head.

He fell directly on the sofa behind him, swaying with the wine glass, and said lazily:

“Old Hunter, you misunderstood.

Your eyes are limited to Los Angeles because your abilities can only support you to hang out in Los Angeles, a familiar place. If you change places, you may become a passerby.

But I am different.

Find another place.

I can still be the brightest star!

Just a detective position.

I don't care at all. "

Old Hunter nodded noncommittally: "So you called me here today just to show off your power to me, an old man?"

"No." Dean straightened up again and said seriously: "I just don't want the Fourth Squadron, which we have devoted our efforts to, to become a joke of the police detective bureau because of Mun En's charming old dog."

He put down his wine glass, stood up slowly, and opened his hands:

“Everyone comes out to hang out, either for money, fame, power, or their own ideals.

What now?

What's the point of doing it like this?

Old Hunter, I know you don't want to offend anyone because you are about to retire, but have you ever thought about whether the Fourth Squadron can last until you retire?

If so, then I must congratulate you, Captain Hunter.

Because when everyone mentions you, they will immediately react: Ah, it turned out to be the incompetent captain Old Hunter who caused a squadron to be laid off, the last captain of the 4th Squadron..."

"Okay!" Old Hunter raised his hands in surrender: "Stop talking nonsense, Dean, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to participate in the case you are currently responsible for as an invited detective!"

Dean finally revealed his purpose.

Although Amon promised to help him return to the Los Angeles Police Department, this would take time.

He wanted to participate in the case, but without the support of Old Hunter, the nominal captain, it was really inconvenient to cover himself with a layer of legal skin, and it was also easy for others to find clues.

Old Hunter had a gloomy face. It wasn't until a few ballads had passed on the stage that he picked up his wine glass and toasted to the three Deans: "Well, at my age, I only have one face in my life. Dean, don't let it go." I'm disappointed!"

Dean raised his glass and touched it lightly with him: "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Get old Hunter.

Then the atmosphere among everyone became much more harmonious.

Lawrence and Carlo, at Dean's signal, left first.

Dean took Old Hunter to sober up and chat on the street, and learned about the progress of the case.

Before leaving.

Old Hunter asked Dean a question under the influence of alcohol: "Dean, if Meng En knows about our affairs, the most I can do is wait for retirement, but I'm afraid you won't feel good."

"maybe."

Dean looked at the feasting in the distance, exhaled a breath of alcohol, and asked: "Old Hunter, do you know why people like Harry, Lawrence, and Carlo trust and support me not long after I joined the Detective Bureau? ?”

Old Hunter pondered for a moment and said hesitantly: "Because of ability?"

Dean shook his head.

"Charisma?"

Dean continued to shake his head.

Old Hunter chuckled: "It can't be because you are alive, right?"

"My life is indeed good, but it has nothing to do with any of this."

Dean put his hands in his pockets, looking at the feasting ahead, and said lightly: "The reason why they believe in me is just because they know that no matter what difficulties they face, I can lead them to win."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"See you at the police station tomorrow!"

Old Hunter waved to Dean, hailed a taxi, and disappeared at the end of the street.

Look at the disappearing taillights.

Dean took out his mobile phone, dialed Little Mike's number, and said coldly: "Little Mike, start the monitoring plan. I need to destroy the garbage that is delaying my energy as quickly as possible."

the next day.

After Dean took Nell, who flew back to Los Angeles overnight, back to the rental house, he slowly came to the branch.

Although he left the Los Angeles Police Department shortly after he joined the police department, Harry's bad mouth earned him countless nicknames and made Dean famous. Even the doorman remembered his recognizable face. s face.

Brushing your face all the way.

Dean got a lot of looks.

Especially Bald Patrolman Hawke.

This guy was eating a sandwich and bragging about something to his colleagues. When he saw Dean, he wiped his eyes several times, and then he excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Dean to greet him: "Wow! Look at this. Who! Dean, God must have heard my prayers day and night before he sent you back to me!"

Dean pushed away the angry bald Ji Liji in disgust: "Call your man, I'll need help later."

"no problem!

Brothers are already hungry and thirsty! "

Hawke touched his bald head and kicked open the office door as if he was beaten to death, ready to announce the good news to his brothers that Detective Headshot was back!

To know.

During the time that Dean was away, the bonus income of patrol officers such as Hawke was much lower.

Now that the invincible Dean has returned, those guys who followed him to take credit are naturally very happy.

He didn't take a few steps.

Dean heard cheers from behind him.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

There is no external influence.

Driven by interests and driven by people's will, everything will go against you!

Team meeting room.

Daisy, the clerk, was leaning on the glass door, holding a bag of potato chips and chirping while stretching her head to look at the door, as if waiting for something.

Until the office wall clock points to nine o'clock.

The wooden door opened with a sound.

"Dean! You're really back!"

Daisy wiped her mouth, hit someone with the ball, and rushed directly towards Dean, who had just walked in, and gave him a warm bear hug: "I thought Carlo was teasing me, you bastard, you actually came back If you don’t tell me in advance, don’t ask me to be your assistant in the future!”

Long time no see.

Daisy couldn't help complaining.

Dean pushed away the big belly pressing against him in confusion: "Daisy, you are fat."

"Cut~"

Daisy wiped Dean's back skillfully with her fingers, then took a step back, touched her plump belly and sighed: "No way, since you left, only Harry and Carlo are left in the office. You ugly guy, let alone lose weight, I don’t even want to put on makeup, okay, come in quickly, you are on time, which made Old Hunter and the others wait for you for more than an hour."

There are only two people in the conference room.

One is Old Hunter and the other is Carlo.

Lawrence has been suspended, and his team members have to take charge of other cases. As for Harry, he is still enjoying the attentive service of the VIP ward, so the real participants in this case are Dean and Carlo.

"Dean, be here at nine o'clock on time, as expected of you!"

Old Hunter looked at his watch and complained.

Dean found a seat and sat down, shrugging: "Isn't this a fine tradition of our Fourth Squadron?"

Old Hunter threw a pile of documents in front of Dean angrily: "This is the autopsy report of the deceased. After you read it, I will explain our findings to you in detail."

Dean lowered his head and flipped through the information in his hand:

Deceased: Yu Linfen, Chinese

This information is basically consistent with the information Little Mike gave Dean.

Dean lowered his gaze and looked at the autopsy column:

Female, no obvious trauma, and a history of XX disease.

Cause of death: Suspected cardiac arrest.

The reason for this suspicion is that the body was severely decomposed, half flesh and half water, which had a great impact on the autopsy.

At the end of the autopsy report are several close-up photos of the body taken by members of the forensics department.

In the photo, a highly decomposed corpse whose skin and flesh are almost separated and indescribable is sitting on a dark brown bamboo and rattan rocking chair, facing the direction of the door. The mouth with canine teeth is wide open, the lip flesh is detached from the droop, and the hanging pull is moved down, with a distorted expression. , it seemed that while she was resting, she suddenly saw something she was very afraid of, causing a heart attack and sudden death on the spot.

Put down the report.

Dean knocked on the table: "Captain Hunter, why is there no financial background check of the deceased on the file?"

"Because the deceased left little legacy."

Old Hunter explained:

“We reviewed the deceased’s bank information and asked the deceased’s lawyer, and found that in addition to maintaining basic daily expenses, the rest of her income was donated every month.

Donations are made to individuals and welfare organizations all over the world. Daisy is checking the information, but so far, nothing unusual has been found.

In addition, the deceased has no relatives.

She left a will in the law firm very early. Once she dies, the apartment will be sold, and all the money will be donated to children with congenital defects to help them with operations. "

As he spoke, there was respect in his eyes: "The deceased was a truly good person, and she will definitely go to heaven."

Heaven?

Dean was noncommittal and took out a piece of printing paper from his pocket and pushed it to Old Hunter: "But according to my investigation, the background of the deceased is not as simple as it seems on the surface. She also has a pharmaceutical company under her name."

"medical company?"

Old Hunter took the paper, flipped through it for a while, and suddenly said: "It turns out it's from another state, or an agency. No wonder we didn't find out that this pharmaceutical company was wrong before. That lawyer is responsible for helping the deceased deal with various matters. He should know this , but I hid this pharmaceutical company before!"

He immediately realized that both the pharmaceutical company and the deceased's lawyer had problems!

"Dean, I'm summoning that lawyer right now!"

Old Hunter subconsciously wanted to summon Carlo, but when he glanced at Dean, he suppressed his words again and trotted out of the conference room.

moment.

He held his cell phone and returned with an ugly face: "Can't reach you."

Old Hunter had an ominous premonition.

Dean stood up calmly: "No matter whether the lawyer is missing or dead now, at least we now have a direction to solve the case. Let's go, Carlo, it's time for us to work."

"Yes, boss!"

Carlo, who had been silent, twisted his neck, his face full of excitement.