North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 195

  Chapter 195 threatens me, does not exist! (Monthly ticket plus 2)

  Long time.

  Dean put down his phone, his eyes were uncertain.

   Haval is actually a part-time auditor for the Lucifer Game Organization!

  These things today originated from Podolia, where the corpses stink.

  That woman, who saw Dean's potential at the beginning, uploaded his information to the Lucifer game organization for assessment, and wanted to pull him into the organization.

   Podolia is dead.

  But Dean's information is still there.

   On the surface, Ha Fu is an inconspicuous magician, but secretly, he is the auditor of the Lucifer Game Organization in Los Angeles.

  After the referee of Podolia died.

  Dean's information was pushed to Harvard.

  Dean's rating is not low.

   Haval did not resist this.

Coincidentally.

  He hasn't designed a case yet to test Dean.

   Because of Azak.

   Instead, he took the initiative to run into the counterfeit banknote incident.

  Thus, Haval took advantage of the banknote printing electronic template to kill two birds with one stone. He wanted to use Dean to solve the remnants of the Skeleton Party behind the power-down template, and also wanted to complete the final assessment of Dean.

  And Haval is very cruel.

  An exposed identity is a useless identity.

  He not only took the initiative to attract the people behind the counterfeit banknotes, and played with Molly's mother and son, but also treated them as part of Dean's assessment.

   According to Harvard's request.

   Dean's first assessment is to help him deal with the threat of the Skeleton Party.

  Hover also thoughtfully gave Dean advice.

  He has passed on the locations of Molly and Azak through the organization's channels.

  What Dean has to do is to use this pair of mother and child as bait, wait on the sidelines, catch the skeleton party members, and then wipe them all out.

   As for the second step of assessment.

   Haval didn't say anything.

  He's waiting for Dean's options to face the threat.

elected.

  Daisy is probably safe.

   But this also means that Dean may be absorbed and conquered.

   One step back, one step sinks.

   Gambling and drug use is so.

  The same goes for the fallen soul.

   Not choosing, means that Dean is unlikely to be wooed.

  It doesn't matter what Dean does.

  Haval can get answers, complete the tasks of the organization, and obtain the benefits they want.

besides.

  Dean finally understood why Haval had to remind himself in the end.

   It was just a trick to divert his attention.

   Haval, this guy has no worse grasp of people's hearts than him!

   While he was brainstorming.

  Molly, who was lying on the hospital bed, finally recognized Dean through the voice that he no longer concealed.

She widened her eyes because of anger and shock, raised her arms tremblingly, pointed at Dean, gritted her teeth and said, "You son of a bitch, you pretended to be a gunman to threaten me, I want to complain, I want to kill you This skin!"

   Count it up.

  Dean's behavior is a major violation.

  Once it is confirmed.

  Even with Munn, the newly promoted supervisor of the Internal Affairs Investigation Division, maintaining Dean's file, there will be a very ugly record, and he will be suspended for a period of time to avoid the limelight.

   "Another threat."

  Dean raised his head, twisted it slightly, and amidst the rattling sound of bone friction, he lowered his head and looked strangely at Molly who was in a rage with his emotionless eyes.

  He actually never understood.

  Why do these idiots only dare to be obedient, kneel down and beg for mercy, and turn their heads away when facing their persecutors, but dare to punch and insult the policemen and detectives who helped them?

   heh~

  Dean chuckled and waved to Harry: "Let's go."

  Harry may not be smart, but he has good eyesight.

  He found that after Dean answered the phone, he felt a little off. He wisely didn't ask any more questions, just nodded, opened the door, stepped forward to pull the cart, and followed him out of the ward.

  Outside the door.

   Hawke is smoking a cigarette with his buddy.

   Seeing them coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Dean, are you done?"

   "Got it, thank you, Hawke."

  Dean patted Hawke on the shoulder to express his thanks.

   Once Molly really complained about this kind of illegal operation, except for Dean who will be unlucky, Hawke and the guards will not be able to escape.

  So Dean has to accept this.

  Hawk grinned indifferently: "It's a trivial matter for my own people. Now that it's settled, I'll go first."

  Dean stopped him and took out a roll of banknotes: "Help me give my sister-in-law a birthday present, and remove these people, there is no need for protection here."

   Heard this.

  Hawk froze, his pupils shrank.

  He is an old fritter.

  Dean's meaning is very simple: let the woman inside die!

   This made Hawk hesitate a bit.

  The only thing he knew about this case was that it involved a disappearance case, and he was not clear about the deeper involvement.

  If you rashly obey Dean's orders, you may be blamed.

  Hawk's palm, in hesitation, raised and lowered uneasily, wondering if he should trust Dean.

  Seeing this, Dean leaned close to his ear and said softly:

   "Hawk, in this lifetime, there are very few opportunities to change your destiny. Think about your position that hasn't changed for several years, and your boss who was taken away.

   Some things, once missed, are gone.

   If you don't want to wait until you are old and regret your choice today, then don't hesitate! "

   Finished speaking.

  Dean stuffed the money into Hawke's jacket pocket, took Harry, took off his coat, turned and left.

  Looking at Dean's back.

  The hesitation in Hawke's eyes turned into firmness.

   What Dean said was actually 'trust'.

  Listen to Dean.

   Then he will gain Dean's support.

on the contrary.

  Although Dean may not necessarily suppress him, it also means that the relationship between the two is fairly close, so that's it.

  Think of the ability and style of work that Dean has shown during this time.

  Hawk clenched his fists, and said to his companion who was pretending to be stupid: "Let's go, you are lucky today, Detective Dean treats you, and I will leave it to the security of the hospital."

  A relatively young patrolman said with some concern, "Boss, what about the police records?"

   "What police record?"

   Hawk spread his hands: "Did we come to the hospital today?"

"No."

   "No, hey!"

   On the way back to the precinct.

  The atmosphere in the car was a little silent.

  Harry snuggled against the window glass, closed his eyes and dozed off.

  He knew that if Dean needed help, he would speak up, and otherwise, he would keep his mouth shut.

   Pata.

  The sound of the lighter is crisp.

  Dean opened the car window on his side, a cigarette in one hand, and the steering wheel in the other. After exhaling a puff of smoke, he said with some melancholy: "Harry, if you are threatened, what will you do?"

  Harry's answer surprised Dean.

  He said seriously: "If it's just a trivial matter and the other party's reputation is okay, then compromise, but if someone threatens me with the life of my family, then I will choose to find the person who threatened me and kill him!"

   "It's not in your character."

   "But that's the best way to handle it."

  Harry watched the cars coming and going outside, his eyes lost focus, as if lost in memory:

   “On the street where I lived when I was a child, there was a gangster who was not bad.

  People in that street liked him very much.

  He protected us.

   But in the end he was wiped out.

  The reason is that gang members from another street sneaked into his house and threatened him with his family.

   Finally he compromised.

  The next day, forensics Cora walked away the miserable corpses of his family who had been tortured.

  From that day on, I knew that compromising cannot bring mercy. "

  Dean exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded: "You are right, compromise is useless, only violence with violence, blood for blood is the best solution."

  Under the framework of others.

  Even if he shoots like a god, he is just a marionette.

  The best way to break the game is to not follow the route set by the opponent, jump out of the chessboard, and directly kill the chess player!

  Threatening him?

does not exist!

   At the moment.

  Central Sub-bureau, fourth squadron stronghold floor.

  Haffer sat comfortably on Dean's inspector's chair, with his legs crossed, smiling as he looked at Daisy who was bound into a large font and couldn't move. He could only glare at him all the time.

  He likes the feeling of dominating others.

  Whether it is induced by words or by violence, it can bring him great satisfaction.

   is also this monstrous pursuit.

   After contacting the Lucifer game organization, he did not hesitate to join in, and has been helping some purification games, making suggestions, formulating purification procedures, and avoiding the police.

certainly.

For safety reasons.

  Haval never had the idea of ​​going too deep into the "Lucifer Game Organization".

being targeted.

  The Lucifer Game Organization, for him, is just a platform to satisfy his selfish desires in exchange for resources.

  He didn't want to get too deep.

   "Woo~"

Daisy looked at this nasty and disgusting Mediterranean middle-aged man, and kept looking at herself jokingly, as if looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Not only was she not afraid, but she was extremely angry, and her angry mask was even bigger .

  While cursing, she struggled hard regardless of the pain in her hands and feet.

finally.

  One of Daisy's long legs snapped off the scotch tape, and she kicked Harper.

Hover tilted his head calmly, avoiding the flying high heels, and swept Daisy's slender thighs with some regret: "You should be glad that I am almost sixty, otherwise I will make you into a 'Qing' fun doll, bring Go back and play slowly."

   "Whoa~ ow!"

  Daisy's hands and feet were throbbing with blue veins.

  He wanted to greet Harvard's household registration book, but because his mouth was blocked, he could only make meaningless sounds.

this moment.

  She was looking forward to Dean or Harry, who could fall from the sky and shoot the disgusting guy in front of her to death.

  This **** bastard, using his sympathy, tricked himself into chatting with him, and in the end he was dazed, so he helped him open the locked handcuffs and provided him with water and snacks.

   Wait until Harvard is full.

  The opponent easily subdued himself, and then opened the restrictions of the limbs, which became the current situation.

  Thinking of this embarrassing thing.

   Daisy, a big-hearted lady with a big heart, has no fear of death at all, she just wants to die with Harvard in front of her!

correct.

   It would be even better if you can delete the chat history in your computer.

   When I think of myself after death.

   The Internal Affairs Investigation Section may check its own computer, Daisy's fists are rattling.

   With a bang.

  She actually broke the scotch tape on her arm abruptly.

   Haval couldn't sit still.

  He picked up the pistol on the table and threatened: "Stinky bitch, if you move around again, I will break your limbs, strip you naked, and throw you on the street."

  Daisy tore off the stinky rag from her mouth, and said viciously: "Bastard, you actually stuffed such a disgusting thing into my mouth, I will kill you!"

   Shoot if you have the guts!

   At that time, this **** will not even try to escape!

"Shut up!"

   This is the Central Branch after all.

Haval was worried that the movement would be too loud and the staff on other floors would be attracted, so he quickly got up, took out a simple battery part from his pocket, walked behind Daisy, and while she was still loosening the restraints on her body, he pressed it against her wobbly body. neck.

   Electricity rushes around.

   Although the power is not great.

  But Daisy, who was still electrified, trembled, and the silk stockings that had been dried up were once again soaked by the uncontrollable warm current.

   "Incontinence again!"

  Hover wrinkled his nose in disgust.

  He picked up the yellow transparent glue from the side, tied Daisy up again, and then said angrily: "If you don't want news about the police woman being tortured and incontinent on the spot in the Los Angeles newspaper tomorrow, just be honest with me!"

"roll!"

   Daisy cursed softly because of the electric shock!

  Compared to her blatant and perverted flirting chat records, this is innocent, what a fart!

   "Crazy Woman!"

   Haval cursed secretly, and sat back in his seat.

   He didn't actually think about killing Daisy at all.

   This is not realistic.

  And inside the branch, killing a serving police officer is tantamount to pulling **** on the head of the entire Los Angeles police system, making them a joke across the United States.

  Haval never does such meaningless things.

  The reason why he didn't leave now was just to ensure that Dean was obedient.

  Molly's position has been spread out by the peripheral members of the organization.

   It won't take long.

   At the hospital, people from the Skeleton Party will come to find them.

no matter what the result is.

  By the time that **** Dean got rid of those people, he would have left long ago.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have seen the mind-reading method of the 'Achaz School' in this young Inspector Dean. Otherwise, he wouldn't find out that something was wrong with me, and I would have to take the risk here wait."

  Think here.

   Haval took out his mobile phone, ready to confirm his preparation again, in case things get out of hand.

Sudden.

   Haval vaguely felt something was wrong.

   Somewhat too quiet!

  He put down his phone and looked at Daisy who was **** suspiciously.

  This bitch, why don't you scold me?

   This look.

  Hover felt a little bit in his heart.

   Daisy, who had regained her strength, stared wide-eyed, staring straight at Harvard's back. Her beautiful eyes were full of surprise, anger, and embarrassment.

  FK!

   Haval secretly thought that something was wrong, as soon as he lost his mobile phone, he would grab the pistol on the table.

next moment.

   A huge force came.

   There was a loud bang.

   On the thick wooden desk, blood splattered, dented and cracked, and Harvard's head was almost embedded in the desk.

  Dark red blood poured out of Haver's nose unstoppably.

   His eyes widened, his lips squirmed, and he wanted to say something, but he felt his whole body lift and fall lightly.

   There was another loud bang.

  Haval's thinking was completely plunged into darkness!

   10,000 words completed.

   By the way, there is another attribute point that has not been added~~

   Add tomorrow.

Good night.

  (end of this chapter)

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