North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 16

  Chapter 16 Entry, Salted Fish Atmosphere

  A person came into the office.

  Lawrence and Harry, will introduce Dean once.

  These people are masters of spotting.

  Nine o'clock sharp.

   Except for the captain who hasn't appeared yet, Dean has already gotten to know everyone in the Fourth Squadron.

   It may be because I brought it early.

  Everyone's first impression of Dean is not bad.

  Whether you eat it or not.

  At least this newcomer has shown his attitude of wanting to integrate here, and the follow-up will depend on his ability.

  Nine twenty.

  Everyone skillfully huddled in their workstations to fish.

  Dean is new to the job now, and the captain needs to arrange an interview for him, go through the process, and then follow the logistics to get the police detective certificate, guns, etc.

   But the captain hasn't come to work yet.

   Dean, who had no facts, sat next to Harry: "Harry, don't we need a meeting?"

Harry skillfully opened the computer game and said without turning his head: "Dude, the meeting is just a formality, you have to get used to it, and we usually only hold meetings when the case is not solved, but we already have half of them in our hands." The month has not received a case."

   "All broken?"

   "All hit the street"

  Harry sighed, and threw a portfolio into Dean's hands: "I came in three months earlier than you, and went through three cases.

   A wife murder case.

  When we passed by, we happened to collect the body of the murderer who committed suicide.

  A case of a headless man in a hotel.

  The corpse was sealed under special means and hidden under the mattress. Because of the long time, we didn't even figure out the identity of the male corpse, let alone solve the case.

   There was another case of **** and homicide.

  We investigated the entire scene, but found no useful traces. We investigated the relationship around the deceased, and found no one who had time to commit the crime. Based on my experience, this case will most likely be thrown into the archives for ashes. "

   "Is it so difficult to solve the case?" Dean was a little surprised.

"Look at your luck~" Harry handed Dean a cigarette: "If there are traces to follow, the probability of solving the case is okay, but many of them are crimes of passion between strangers. It's okay to have surveillance, no surveillance, no witnesses, It is very difficult for us to find the murderer from the vast crowd, and even if we find it, there is a high probability that there will be no evidence to convict the other party in the end."

  "Yes, in fact, many homicide cases will become unsolved cases, waiting for some fool who will be caught suddenly and take the initiative to confess what he has committed." Lawrence also came over from the side, smoking a cigarette by the way.

   "This doesn't sound good~", Dean muttered.

  He came to solve the case and become stronger, not to catch fish. Although fishing is also very comfortable.

   But if he stays in the No. 4 Squadron of the 'Robbery and Homicide Division', which is like this every day, he might as well become a patrolman.

  At least the patrol police have to deal with a lot of bad things every day, so they can gain some experience.

   No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat, which is better than none.

  Lawrence exhaled a smoke ring with a happy expression: "Dean, you seem to want to solve the case?"

   Heard this.

  Harry was dissatisfied first: "Hey, Lawrence, who doesn't want to solve the case and get promoted and raise the salary? It's just you old men who like to lie down and fish every day, but I'm worried that if this continues, our Fourth Squadron will be fired."

   Their salaries are distributed by the Los Angeles City Government.

  If you have not done anything, it is not impossible to be dismissed.

   "Police detective is just a job, so why worry about it, you might get fired if you work." Lawrence wasn't worried at all.

   "That's right." Harry shrugged: "At that time, the big deal is that I will drive a truck. The salary for driving a truck will be much higher than it is now."

   Dean: "."

  He had no desire to speak, and just took a deep breath.

   Not good.

One morning.

  The three of them huddled in the corner, puffing up clouds and catching fish.

Noon.

  Deputy Team Hunter, representing the Fourth Squadron of the "Robbery and Murder Division", invited Dean to a restaurant for a meal, which was regarded as a formal welcome for his arrival.

   This is a fifty-three-year-old black old man. He speaks in a calm and calm manner.

   "Thanks for the hospitality, Vice Team."

  Dean turned his sadness into appetite, and ate the steak for three people in one go, and he is very satisfied now.

   "It seems that you are very comfortable with our rhythm here."

   "It's not bad. I've lived a fifty-year-old life in my twenties, and I've avoided thirty years of detours." Dean pointed out.

"Hahaha."

  Old Hunter understood what Dean meant, and burst out laughing.

  He has been in the police force for more than 30 years, and he is an out-and-out veteran. His ability may not be strong, but he has a good sense of people.

  Old Hunter could feel the momentum in Dean's heart.

   The 4th Squadron needs a lad like this.

  He stood up and comforted him: "Dean, the Fourth Squadron has only been established for half a year, and many suitable cases have never reached our hands. We need to wait for an opportunity, do you understand?"

"All right."

   Dean nodded.

  He is going to take another look.

   If this continues to be the case here, let Eve transfer him back.

   Afternoon.

  Old Hunter assigned a desk to Dean, just behind Harry, and asked Daisy, the logistician, to take him to apply for a police detective certificate, and received a police pistol and a set of heavy body armor by the way.

if necessary.

  Dean can also buy his own gun for reimbursement, or receive submachine guns such as tactical shotguns, M4, and MP5 as fire support.

  Since the incident in which dozens of policemen were beaten by a few robbers with heavy weapons, the authority of the entire police force to use guns has been relaxed a lot.

  Dean threw the body armor under the desk and played with the pistol he had received.

  He received an M1911, 45 caliber, using 11.43mm bullets. The effective range is not too far, but the performance is stable and powerful, which suits Dean's appetite.

  Harry turned his head. "Dude, I thought you'd get a revolver, like this."

  He showed his revolver from his waist: "It's like a cowboy, it's cool to think about drawing a gun and shooting quickly."

   "Perhaps, but the revolver is too short."

   While speaking, Dean exerted force on his hand, and the pistol in his hand turned into a pile of parts and covered the table.

   "Wow, cool~", Harry was stunned by this scene.

  Dean smiled, did not speak, lowered his head and carefully maintained the gun.

   Except for pistols.

  He also received a shoulder holster, gun oil, cloth, four base magazines, and a uniform, but there is no suitable size, and Dean can only continue to wait for the notice.

   But as a detective.

   Except for some important occasions, they don't need to wear uniforms at ordinary times, and they can mix and match clothes at will, which is equivalent to plain clothes.

  Harry was very envious of Dean's method of dismantling the robbery: "Dean, my dear buddy, I think we can go to the shooting range after get off work. Our police department has a cooperative shooting range, the price is cheap, and we can have fun."

  Hearing this, Dean's heart moved.

  This is fine.

  After he mastered the pistol, he hasn't tried its power yet.

  Dean agreed.

   Just when everyone thought they were going to leave work happily today, the captain of the Fourth Squadron finally came to the office at the end of the day.

  He also brought a sad news.

work overtime!

   Brothers, the dog thieves will be updated next time.

if possible.

   Please help the dog thief push this book to friends, the child wants to sign a contract.

  (end of this chapter)

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