North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 214

  Chapter 214 Fishing out of the warehouse

  Hearing about eating fish, the corners of Dean's mouth turned up.

   This is a secret signal between the two, which means that there is movement from the Drug Enforcement Department.

   "Got it, I'm coming now."

   Put down the phone.

  Dean got up and stretched, looked at Daisy with curious eyes, and said with a chuckle: "A friend, let me eat grilled river fish, will you go?"

   "The kind of fish with a lot of spines?"

   "Yes, it has many thorns and is very sharp. Be careful when eating it, but it is delicious." Dean said casually.

  He said that, and he was right.

   A division's insider crime case, delicious indeed.

  Hearing this, Daisy showed hesitation on her face.

   Knives and forks are not good at handling fishbone, so even if she is greedy, she can't like it.

  So, she chose to refuse.

   Precinct parking lot.

  Dean looked at his armored Humvee that had been cleaned and polished, and nodded in satisfaction.

   One has to say one.

  Although the Harry seems unreliable, he is still doing things well. I hope he can really figure out the source of the 'flour' of that black workshop in the previous case of extermination.

   In this case, as a BOSS, you can level up again.

  Eve and Dean agreed to meet at a coffee shop outside the Drug Enforcement Division.

   When Dean arrives.

  Eve was flipping through a thick book.

  Dean had sharp eyes and saw a corner of the book, which was printed with a triangular fishtail circular logo and the three letters "DEA" written in the middle.

   This is the logo of the US Drug Enforcement Administration.

   Hear movement.

  Eve raised her head, saw Dean, and smiled: "Dean, I was a little nervous at first, but when I saw you, I immediately calmed down."

   "It's an honor that you trust me so much."

  Dean sat down, looked at the book in her hand, and said casually, "Is this the DEA's book?"

  Eve picked up the book, showed the cover, and nodded: "Yes, the Drug Enforcement Department is basically my upper limit in the police department. I plan to accumulate enough merits, so I will find connections and be transferred to the DEA."

  Hearing this, Dean fell into deep thought.

  DEA is actually similar to the anti-crime and anti-narcotics department, with similar functions, but one is equivalent to the federal anti-narcotics department, and the other is equivalent to a small unit set up by the local Z government. The powers are completely different.

   It's pretty much the difference between Dean's Murder Division and the FBI.

  The director of the US Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) needs to be appointed by the president and then approved by the House of Representatives before he can take office.

  They have great authority. Not only do they have special offices in major cities in the United States, but they can also intervene in drug trafficking cases abroad.

for example.

  In the early years, there was even an oolong incident in which the CIA was involved in drug trafficking, and finally a department was overthrown by the DEA.

  The point is that the CIA, which is like a wolf and a tiger to the outside world, doesn't even dare to fart.

  Therefore, there is a joke in the police circles in the United States: Mexican drug dealers dare to challenge the president, torture and kill their own police, and deter them, but they dare not do anything to members of the DEA organization.

  Because DEA can really turn them over.

  And the anti-narcotics department is actually a department specially set up by the ZF in some wealthy big cities in the United States for the purpose of centralizing power. In more cities, there is no such department at all.

  So Eve's position is a bit awkward.

  People go to high places.

   It is not difficult to understand why Eve would consider the idea of ​​joining the DEA in the future.

  "Good idea, but I'm more interested in today's small fish." Dean knocked on the table: "Tell me in detail."

  Eve picked up the coffee cup and scanned the surrounding area. After making sure that no one was approaching, she lowered her voice and said:

   "Today, from 12:00 noon to 12:30, an armed delivery vehicle will leave the warehouse of the Anti-Narcotics Department and head to the contraband destruction factory in the suburbs.

   This is the only chance this year.

  I have a hunch that the black hand inside the Anti-Narcotics Department will take action, otherwise, when I gradually grasp the power here, they will completely lose their chance! "

   "What do you want to do?"

  Dean clamped his feet that were dawdling in the place where his lance was stored, and said seriously.

  This woman is really not afraid of death.

  If it is not the temptation of experience points.

  Dean is so high and low that she knows what it means to not know the taste of meat in half a month, and the impact of a sow competing with Diaochan.

   See him prudish.

Eve covered her mouth and smiled lightly, with a straight expression on her face: "I can't participate in the escort, and the military force can't support me in this risky behavior, so I hope you can send someone to follow me, if something unexpected happens , just take them down!"

   "Then what if they colluded with the destruction of the factory?"

   Dean asked back.

  The delivery vehicle was hijacked, which is the worst policy.

  Before, those black hands did just that.

   Only the upper and lower collusion is the only way to be ignorant. It wasn't until Eve took office that she relied on the captain's authority to check the files and found something was wrong.

   "It won't work this time!" Eve shook the book in her hand: "This time I applied to the members of the DEA organization to intervene in the destruction of the factory. Once they do, then I will save my worries and troubles."

   da da ~

at this time.

  The sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground came.

  A woman with baby fat on her face, wearing big sunglasses, holding a baby, appeared at the table next to the two.

   She first saw Dean's appearance, paused for a moment, stretched out her hand to pull off the ink, revealing a pair of watery eyes that glowed with sunshine after the rain and shimmering.

  The woman directly ignored Eve, who was sitting opposite Dean, with joy in her eyes, and looked at Dean without blinking, as if she was a little pleasantly surprised to see such a handsome man in an inconspicuous coffee shop.

  Eve kicked her dishonest feet under the table.

  She squinted her phoenix eyes, turned her head as if feeling something, and just met the woman's greedy eyes, her expression darkened: "Ma'am, the little Beibei in your arms is so cute, how old is he?"

  This stinky **** came to seduce a man with a child.

   Shameless!

  How would you know, the woman with baby fat on her face raised her eyebrows provocatively.

  She reported the baby in her hand to the other side, and at the same time showed her big coconut ball that crushed Eve's airport, and said delicately:

   "This is my sister's son. I like children very much, but unfortunately I haven't been able to find a suitable partner to co-produce. By the way, Auntie, you look so old, the child should have started to study!"

  Eve glanced at the other person's pride, then touched the fine lines around her eyes that had begun to appear hidden under her makeup, snorted, took a book, and was about to call Dean to leave.

   It turned out that Dean was looking at the woman with the baby with interest.

  Eve felt even more wronged and sad.

  Hey, no matter how good a woman is, the age of 30 is still flawed. In the hearts of these dog men, it cannot match the steady flow of young women every year.

  She blocked Dean's view with some taste, and said slightly mockingly: "Dean, don't look at it, this is a buy one get one free product, not suitable for you."

   "That child is indeed not hers."

  Dean retracted his gaze meaningfully, and stood up with a smile: "But I prefer a mature woman like you. It's just before noon. Let's change places and have a good chat."

   Heard the words.

  Eve's heart immediately changed from cloudy to sunny.

  She clenched her fists, preparing to perform well this time, so that Dean can realize what the precipitation and charm of a mature woman are!

  Around twelve noon.

  Outside the Drug Enforcement Department, inside a dilapidated second-hand car.

  Carol lowered his head, concentrating on dismantling the Beretta M9 in his hand.

   This is an Italian-made military pistol with good performance and 15 rounds of ammunition. However, because the kinetic energy is slightly weak, the bullets are also 9mm caliber. In the United States, they are not very popular with those soldiers.

   But this gun is highly accurate and feels ergonomic in the hand.

  For the new generation.

  It is a good portable pistol, suitable for close-range shooting and fighting, and long-term combat.

  Dean liked the calm demeanor of this young guy very much.

  As the saying goes, a dog that bites does not bark.

  In their team, Daisy is in charge of logistics, Harry is in charge of intelligence collection and informants, he is in charge of case detection, and lacks an additional force support.

   This is also the reason why he chose to recruit Carlo into his team.

   Today I happened to take him to kill a few people and try it out!

  It's twelve o'clock at noon.

  An inconspicuous box truck drove out from the side gate of the Drug Enforcement Division.

   There is no logo on it.

   It looks like some supermarkets, ordinary trucks that deliver frozen goods or help second-hand grocery stores pull goods.

  Because there have been no problems all year round.

  So this kind of **** mission, the participants, are not exaggerated.

   According to the information provided by Eve.

   On the truck, the deputy team of the Anti-Narcotics Department will arrange candidates. The driver and the co-pilot are both members of the team. There are people inside the truck who are fully armed with the truck. In addition, two other people will be arranged to follow behind secretly in plain clothes, just in case.

   That is to say.

   For this escort, there were five people from the Anti-Narcotics Department participating in this escort. The armed forces are not weak or exaggerated, which is a reasonable personnel arrangement.

   See target.

   Carlo put away the pistol, looked at Dean who was playing with bullets aside: "Head, follow?"

"wait!"

   Before the truck left downtown Los Angeles, Dean was not worried about losing track of the other party.

   Now he needs to make sure that the plainclothes is following the vehicle, so as to prevent the other party from discovering them and causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

   As for the technical intelligence support above, it was handed over to Little Mike in the suburbs.

   Through the police monitoring on the road, the other party can easily help Dean lock the delivery route of the truck, and help find the hidden plainclothes vehicle by the way!

   Make the best use of things and make the best use of people.

  After asking for tools last time, Dean has realized that it is a crime to leave such a useful helper idle.

   Time passed by every minute.

  Carlo, who was ready for the shootout, couldn't help feeling depressed.

  It is not an easy thing to be tense for a long time.

  An excellent fighter must learn to adjust his rhythm state by himself, otherwise it is easy to suffer from post-war syndrome.

Corolla pulled off the collar of the heavy bulletproof vest wrapped around his chest, lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths, and let his emotions relax a bit. Seeing that Dean had been playing with the bullet in his hand calmly, he couldn't help but admire: " Head, are you not nervous?"

  Dean flicked the steel core warhead and chuckled: "It's okay."

  Nervousness stems from lack of self-confidence.

  Cities are not battlefields, there are not so many stray bullets, and there are not so many bunkers. It takes an average of thousands of bullets to end a human life.

  Dean's current marksmanship plus physical fitness and nerve response.

  As long as two guns are in hand.

  He is the **** of death within fifty meters!

  In a sense, he is infinitely close to the peak state of human beings in modern history, and the level of using guns to fight head-on, far exceeds any so-called king of killers.

   The two continued to wait for a while.

  Twelve past twelve.

  Dean's phone finally rang!

  It's noon, and the bait is out of the warehouse.

  Time to act!

morning

  (end of this chapter)

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