North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 2

  Chapter 2 I've been cheating, so you say I'm an undercover agent?

   "The former is so handsome, why did he choose to be a robber?"

   "Aren't you afraid of being taken down the road by those old blacks?"

  Dean looked at his sharply angled face in the rearview mirror, feeling a little depressed.

  This body should be of mixed blood.

  Black hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, thick skeleton, overall appearance, the body shape is more inclined to Westerners, but without the rough pores and thick body hair of Westerners.

  Look at it through Dean's eyes.

  Being a duck or a model in your predecessor is obviously more promising than being a robber or gangster.

  The days of licking blood from the knife edge are not easy.

   This business is mostly just sewer rats.

  Now Dean only hopes that his predecessor is not too deeply involved with those gangsters, so that he can turn back and be an ordinary person who can stand in the sun.

  The pickup truck went south, and after driving for half an hour, it finally came out of the forest trail.

  Dean's head became dizzy.

  In his mind, the memories of the two began to collide and merge, making his cognition much slower.

  In this case, it is not suitable to continue driving.

  Dean slapped himself on the face, using the pain to stimulate his mind to clear up.

  The predecessor just robbed the bank, and now the situation is unknown, so it is not suitable to live in a hotel.

  He glanced around and saw that there were no vehicles in front or behind, so he simply turned the steering wheel and drove towards the wilderness.

   A moment.

  The car drove into a low-lying area and stopped in an area away from the road.

  Dean locked the car window, narrowed his eyes, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

  Dean opened his eyes in confusion, subconsciously took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the connect button: "Who?"

   "Dean?"

  On the other end of the phone, there was a crisp female voice.

   Hearing someone call his name.

  The confusion in Dean's eyes gradually dissipated, and he focused on the phone.

  He shook his still heavy brain.

   This voice is somewhat familiar, it seems that its owner is very important to the predecessor!

  Dean realized that he had not fully integrated the memory of his predecessor.

  He couldn't figure out who the other party was, so he said vaguely: "Huh?"

   "Dean, you haven't called me for a long time, is it convenient to answer the phone now?"

  The female voice is very gentle.

  This woman, could it be the girlfriend of the previous body?

  Dean has a big head.

  He continued to blurt: "Well, there is no one else around!"

  How do you know, he said so.

On the other side of the phone, the tone immediately became serious: "Dean, what's the situation here? According to the regulations, you have to contact me once every three days to report the situation, but now you haven't contacted me for five days. They thought you were dead!"

   Dean: ? ? ?

   Regulations?

   died in line of duty?

  Dean responded quickly: "Hey, you know, the regulations are dead, but on my side, there will always be unexpected situations. By the way, you should be looking for something urgent, right?"

  There was a moment of silence over there, and continued: "It's a very important thing!"

   "I want you to use Nathan's line to find out about the recent bank robbery!

  The money was transferred from the family of Senator Snetter, if you can get clues, it will be very easy for you to join the "Robbery-Murder Division" (Serious Crime Division)."

   Dean froze.

   Robbery - Murder Division!

   Bank Heist!

   Fuck!

  Dean turned his head and looked at the two big backpacks in the back seat, he was numb

  I don't seem to be a robber, but an undercover agent!

  I've been cheating, so you say I'm an undercover agent?

  The woman saw that the phone had lost her voice, and asked in confusion, "Dean?"

   Dean came back to his senses, rubbed his still aching brain, and tentatively said: "This is a bit difficult, you know, I'm not black after all, and I still can't fit into their circle."

   "Dean!"

  The female voice became stern: "I'm not discussing with you, this is an order!"

"But."

   "No but!"

The woman directly interrupted Dean, her voice softened: "Dean, you don't want your internship to fail, do you? At that time, let alone the Los Angeles Police Department, the surrounding area will not want you, a rookie who was fired during the internship. !"

   Dean: .

  The words of this girl threatening herself sound a bit weird.

  Besides, with these millions, it would be a big deal for me to change my life in another state. Who cares about entering the "robbery-murder department"!

  Free America, shootout every day!

  Dean doesn't have the idea of ​​working hard for the old beauty.

  He responded perfunctorily: "...well, I see."

   "Well, waiting for your good news."

   After finishing speaking, the other side directly hung up the phone.

  "...An undercover undercover who is not taken seriously."

  Dean thought hard for a moment, rubbed his still heavy head, his eyelids began to droop, unable to withstand the constant confusion and drowsiness coming from his mind, and fell into a deep sleep again.

  Countless memory fragments hit.

  In his sleep, Dean began to experience another Dean's life

the other side.

  Los Angeles Police Department, Anti-crime and Anti-drug Division.

  Eve put down her phone, looked at Dean's information on the desktop, and frowned beautifully.

  This chess piece gave her a bad feeling.

  Don't look at Eve's harsh tone on the phone, in fact, she doesn't have many ways to deal with Dean.

   At the beginning, she was able to persuade Dean, a rookie, to go undercover because the other party took the initiative to find him and wanted to go to the "Robbery-Murder Department".

besides.

  Eve has no other means to manipulate Dean.

  The other party only needs to give up their police status, or give up their police status in the regional police stations around Los Angeles, and they can go to other state police stations to submit their resumes.

   After all, in the United States, the police is nothing more than a profession.

   "It seems that I have to find a way to better control this rookie!"

  A gleam of coldness flashed in Eve's eyes.

  Bank robbery cases, in principle, are not under the responsibility of the "Department of Anti-Mafia and Anti-Drugs".

   But this bank robbery case involved Senator Snetter.

  Once help crack it.

   It will be a breeze for her to take over as the captain who is about to retire!

this is a good chance!

  She has to step in!

   And Dean, her deputy captain, is currently the only person who can be used quietly.

  As long as the other party can get a little information about the bank robbery, I can get involved in it openly, gain the favor of Senator Snetter, and break into the higher-level circle!

  Thinking of this, Eve set her sights on Dean's address.

  A ray of morning sunlight, through the car window, casts on Dean's closed eyes.

  Hmm~

  Dean snorted and slowly opened his eyes.

  In his mind, the memories of two people merged and merged with each other, as if two people lived in one body.

  Sluggish for a while.

  Dean's eyes flickered brightly again.

He looked at the unfamiliar but familiar face in the rearview mirror, rubbed his cheeks with his hands, and squeezed out a stiff smile: "From now on, I am Dean, a man who is determined to join the Los Angeles team in order to investigate the truth of his father's death." Dean from the Heist-Murder Division!"

   Of course, this is the idea of ​​the predecessor.

  Dean has no feelings for his predecessor's family.

  He didn't want to be a detective either.

   However, for the sake of safety.

  He needs to get rid of the hidden dangers left by the idiot of his predecessor!

  Dean touched the cold gun on his waist, started the car, changed direction, and drove towards Los Angeles.

  PS:

  The Robbery-Murder Division is actually the Serious Crime Division.

  The Anti-Mafia and Anti-Drug Department is actually the anti-mafia group.

  These are all written by the author in order to increase the sense of substitution, which is written by the Los Angeles Police Department. It belongs to the department under the Police Detective Bureau and has its own division of police ranks.

   The Robbery-Murder Division is actually the Serious Crimes Division.

   The Anti-Mafia and Anti-Drug Department is actually the anti-mafia group.

   The author's perception of America comes from American dramas and the Internet. Please forgive me if there are common sense mistakes.

  (end of this chapter)

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