North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 130

  Chapter 130 I: Dean Lucchese, the future mafia boss?

Airport.

  Dean held a temporary sign, leaned on the car, smoked, and made eye contact with single beauties who were attracted by his looks from time to time.

   Less than half an hour.

   He already had twenty more notes and business cards in his pocket.

  Because of the weather.

  There are some delays on the shift.

  But calculating the time, it should have already arrived.

  Dean cheered up and observed the crowd coming out.

   These two **** have been wandering outside, and haven't come back for almost three or four years.

  So Dean's memory of the two is already a little fuzzy.

  The second uncle is a pure Italian guy. He has good looks, but his body is fat.

  The elder brother, Baker, has brown hair and blue eyes, and his appearance is inclined to the Irish, that is, the so-called British guy.

   In Dean's memory.

  Baker is a circle bigger than him, perfectly inheriting the genetic inheritance of Grandma Dean.

foreseeable.

   When Baker is in his 30s or 40s, he can have a Mediterranean hairstyle with obvious regional characteristics, changing from a handsome guy to a bald man.

   Just when he was thinking wildly.

  There was a riot at the exit of the airport.

  Several tall security guards surrounded two familiar figures carrying large and small bags. Around them, there was a middle-aged bald white man sitting on the ground, covering his right face and mouth full of blood.

   It looks like a fight broke out.

   "This big brother has a hot temper."

  Dean smiled at the corner of his mouth, dropped the cigarette **** in his hand, hung his police detective card on his chest, pushed away the crowd of onlookers, and walked over.

  Two people surrounded.

  A tall and strong man with flamboyant brown hair, like a lion, nearly two meters tall, standing there, put a lot of psychological pressure on those security guards.

   It is Dean's eldest brother Baker.

  Beside Baker, there is a fat white man with a helpless face.

  His name is Bart, Dean's second uncle.

  Dean walked behind several security guards, just about to speak.

   I saw two security guards approaching, trying to drag Baker to a small black room aside.

next moment.

   Baker flicked his hair, grabbed the clothes of the two security guards, pushed them hard, and sent them flying, scaring some onlookers and screaming.

   Accompanied by two strong security guards, they were smashed into the air.

   "FK!"

  The other two cursed and retreated, and directly pulled out the small-caliber pistols at their waists.

  When the surrounding onlookers saw this, they also screamed and fled in all directions, fearing that they would be hit by bullets.

   "Climb down with your head in your arms!"

   "Warning, hug your head and climb down immediately!"

  The two nervously pointed their guns at Baker and Bart, and the security guard who fell more than one meter away on the ground also took out the guns on his waist angrily!

  This **** **** made them lose face today!

   Dean: "."

  Beating someone is just a trivial matter.

   But with the security drawing guns, it is much more troublesome.

  Baker was also a little speechless, making a big fuss about the security here, and he raised his hand helplessly, ready to do so, but a figure inserted into the middle of the crowd.

   Everyone was immediately attracted by the man who suddenly appeared.

  Dean put his hands in the air to show that he has no weapons:

   "Guys, calm down!

  I'm Detective Dean from the Detective Department.

   It's just a little thing.

  If you don't want the onlookers to get older and make things worse, how about we go to the small black room next to it? "

  The four security guards looked at the ID photo on Dean's chest, and then noticed the onlookers who were looking at this side from a long distance around, and nodded.

   The two followed Dean and the other three, and they brought the man who had been beaten by Baker on the ground to the small black room.

  Dean first handed out a cigarette to a few security guards, and then said with a smile: "These two are my family, guys, can you give me a few minutes?

  I don't want to encounter some bad things when I am promoted to inspector.

  So I won't embarrass you. "

  Airport security, strictly speaking, is also part of the Los Angeles police, but the law enforcement power is only inside the airport, and the scope of jurisdiction is not large.

   Hearing that Dean was immediately promoted to inspector.

  The leading security guard took the cigarette with a smile: "Detective Dean, I'm sorry, let's go find the bald man first to find out the situation, and then bring your family when you're done."

  The detective can already lead the team independently.

   Regardless of what the other party said is true or false.

   It's just a little convenience, it doesn't get in the way.

   Security once leaves the cell.

The second uncle Bart immediately gave Dean a warm hug: "Wow, the little calf back then has become so strong now, and even became a police detective. Now you are the most prestigious one in our family." !"

  Enthusiasm washed away the unfamiliarity that had not been seen for many years.

  Dean hugged him directly: "Yes, I can easily hug you now, Bart, although you look fat again."

   "I can't help it, I can't control my mouth."

   The two separate.

  Beside Baker, the way of greeting is much wilder.

  He punched Dean **** the chest. Seeing that he was motionless, he said with satisfaction, "Dean, you have grown a lot taller, and you haven't given up on exercising. I believe you have protected mom and the others well when I was away."

   Dean was a little ashamed.

  Because his predecessor was an idiot who didn't grow up.

   But now here he is.

  Dean nodded: "I'll talk about the past later, Baker, let's talk about what happened just now."

  Second uncle Bart also looked at Baker helplessly: "I also want to know why you suddenly slapped that bald British guy. Although he kept chattering on the plane, but..."

   "He touched my place!" Baker's face was gloomy.

  Bart's words stopped abruptly.

   In silence.

  Bart rubbed his belly, held back his smile and said, "Baker, I advised you that moderate exercise attracts women, and excessive exercise will only attract gays."

  Dean also laughed loudly: "Baker, this proves your charm, although if it were me, I would directly interrupt his hand."

   Now that things are clear, it's easy to solve!

  There are many cameras at the airport.

  When Dean walked into the other side of the small black room, the bald British guy with a swollen face was protesting towards the security guard, saying that he would definitely sue Baker.

  Boom boom boom~

Dean knocked on the wall: "There is no problem with the prosecution, and there is no problem with compensation, but I have to remind you that the cause of the incident was that you touched the private parts of that gentleman, and that gentleman has already reported the case to me, saying You molested him, tsk tsk, buddy, if you don't want to be on the international news and become a celebrity in the Commonwealth for some time to come, I advise you to think about it.”

  The bald Brit glared at Dean: "Who are you?"

  Dean pointed to the ID card on his chest: "Detective Dean of the Los Angeles Police Department is currently applying for a job and will soon be promoted to inspector. By the way, you can touch someone. It's my brother, dear brother!"

   Bald Brit: "."

  He licked his lips and looked at several security guards for help: "You heard me, he threatened me! He threatened me! He slandered me!!"

   Several security guards have been annoyed by him for a long time, pretending to hear, looking around, but not looking at him.

  Dean also lifted his suit, revealing the handcuffs and gun holster around his waist, and his eyes became unkind.

at last.

  The matter ended with the British guy, who paid Baker two thousand dollars in spiritual comfort money, and ended up privately.

  The four security guards warmly bid farewell to the three of Dean with the US dollars they were allocated.

  If they blackmail, there is a risk.

  But with Baker as the sufferer, the problem is not so big.

   Win-win.

   Get off the road.

Bart looked at Dean with relief: "Dean, you have really grown up and matured. I was always worried that you were like Baker, full of muscles. From you, I saw the former legend of our family-Hamo Lucchese's shadow."

Baker, who was full of joy and counting the dollars, raised his head when he heard this, and curled his lips: "Oh, come on, Bart, you are talking about these old histories again, the mafia has fallen, and you have become inconspicuous farmer."

  Bart kicked Baker's ass: "It's because Sheila refused to let you inherit the surname 'Luches', otherwise, with the connection on the east coast, we wouldn't be bullied all the time outside!"

  Dean is numb.

   Lucchese..

  One of the five major families of the Italian Mafia.

   Although times have changed.

  A surname is no longer enough to explain anything.

  But it will become the bond of these people with the same blood in the body, as long as there are interests involved, they will immediately gather together again.

  Dean murmured in his heart:

   Fortunately, my name is not Dean Lucchese.

   Otherwise, he would not be able to pass the Z review at all.

   At that time, in order to gain experience points.

   It is estimated that it will look like this: at night, it is a criminal mafia, and during the day, it transforms into a private detective who solves the case

  It's outrageous to think about it.

Sudden.

  Baker's exclamation interrupted Dean's cranky thoughts.

"FK, Dean, is this your car?" Baker touched Dean's coupe obsessively: "This is a Ford Mustang Shelby500GT? Why is there so much space inside? Although I like off-roading, I like this car more The roar of the engine!"

   "Because it is a modified version, the total price is 430,000 US dollars. If you want it, I will give it to you. I just want to change to a more convenient off-road vehicle."

   "$430,000!"

  Baker and Bart were stunned.

  Looking at the appearance of these two people, Dean knew that these two old boys did not mix well outside, and it was probably because of this reason that they did not come back once in a few years.

   Can't get along well, shrinking outside.

   Mix well, and then return home.

  This is the same in any country.

   "Dean, I seem to be getting to know you again, is it so rich to be a police detective now?" Baker reluctantly took his hands away from the car.

   "My friend gave it to me. Okay, mom has prepared a sumptuous dinner for you at home. We must go now!"

  Dean's car has a long front and originally had two seats.

   But in this modified version, the seat is connected to the compartment space, and can be put down as a bed, which is convenient for doing some xiuxiu things.

  So bring two people, male on top of male, no pressure.

   On the way out of the airport.

  The traffic flow is like a dragon and the congestion is unbearable.

   But almost no road rage.

  Christmas is here.

  The wanderer who left home, the traveler who returned home, the mind is no longer on the road, but flew to the long-lost home.

   Thanks to the "Brilliant Night" book friend for the reward of 6,000 book coins, thank you boss!

   Thank you '159yzk' book friend for your reward, thank you boss!

   Brothers, good night.

   Don't stay up late.

   I heard from the staff here that young people with poor physiques have some after-effects.

  (end of this chapter)

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