North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 295

  Chapter 295 Happy

   "The third floor, room 207."

  Dean recalled the address sent by the mailbox of the "Smith Detective Agency" headquarters, and wondered if the Smith Detective Agency sent him the wrong address.

  This dilapidated apartment is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cheap house rented by black workers.

  It's used to receive customers, isn't the standard too low?

   "Forget it, it's all here"

  Dean muttered, just about to go upstairs.

   At this moment, a woman's roar suddenly came from above her head: "FK, go to hell, bastard!"

next moment.

  A figure descended from the sky and just landed on the car in front of Dean.

Dean looked up and found that on the second floor, a middle-aged Asian woman was still at the window, cursing at the falling white man: "Zinima is a fairy, you son of a bitch, tell you to go Looking for evidence of my husband's cheating, you just go up and create evidence yourself!"

  Because of being too excited, the woman immediately spoke up the words from her hometown.

  Dean's eyes widened slightly.

   Whoo.

   It turned out to be a Sichuan girl from her hometown in Sichuan.

  Don't say it, this authentic curse is quite kind.

   This is the meaning of this sentence, why can't he understand it?

   "Ahem~"

  The Caucasian man who fell from the second floor, clutching his stomach, with a grievance on his dark face, said in awkward Chinese: "You just said you didn't get the evidence?"

   "heitui!"

  The words of the white man irritated the woman on the second floor even more.

Dean suspected that if it wasn't for wearing a skirt that prevented him from climbing the corridor fence, the woman upstairs would definitely jump off after spitting and crush the white man lying on the roof of the car to death, because she was already trying to put her foot on the corridor Fence up.

  White male is terrified.

  He ignored the soreness in his back, clutched his stomach and slid off the roof of the car, then took out the keys from his pocket, and slipped into the car.

   Wait until the woman on the second floor rushes down.

  The white man was already driving a car, and Ma Liu ran away.

   "You son of a **** can really run!"

  The middle-aged woman cursed a few words in the direction of the car leaving, only to see a tall handsome guy standing beside her watching the excitement.

Her eyes lit up, she pulled her messy hair, and said in a delicate tone: "Handsome guy, are you here to recruit people? My name is Li Juan, and I have a lot of cheap workers who are very capable. I can Help with the introduction."

   As she spoke, she handed over a business card from her pocket.

  Dean took a look at the business card, and saw that it said: "Li Juan labor."

understood.

   This woman is doing labor.

   If she guessed correctly, the workers Li Juan mentioned were most likely illegal workers from Huaguo.

  Actually, at this time, apart from regular immigrants, there are not many illegal Chinese workers coming to the United States, and most of them are introduced by relatives, who then help to contact channels.

  And this group of people is basically concentrated in a fixed area. Before getting a work card, they all worked for some Chinese bosses.

   Only wait until you are familiar with this side.

  This part of the group will try to come out, and stay away from the intermediary of compatriots.

  Let's not mention the twists and turns here.

  Dean wanted to get some news from Li Juan, so he shook his head: "I came here to find someone, by the way, isn't this an apartment building, can we still recruit people?"

   Probably because of his handsome appearance.

After listening to Dean's words, although Li Juan showed doubts on her face, she still explained patiently: "This community is basically black workers from Huaguo, and the apartment in front of you is also rented by some intermediaries, so People who come here are either looking for a job or looking for cheap workers."

   "But I heard there is a detective agency here"

  Li Juan rolled her eyes: "Yes, the one who just moved here was opened by the **** who just ran away, and he said that he is a cooperative organization of the Commonwealth Detective Agency, bah!"

  After spitting uncontrollably, Li Juan realized that her nature had been exposed, she wiped her mouth embarrassedly, hurried to another car downstairs, got in the car, and left.

  Looking at the tail lights of the other person's leaving car.

   Dean stroked his chin.

   I feel even more unreliable!

  This apartment building has only five floors.

  We went up to the second floor.

  Dean noticed that under the room number here, there are indeed white papers, with the names and phone numbers of various labor agencies written in Chinese pinyin.

   These should be black intermediaries, that is, the kind of intermediaries without qualifications.

  This kind of intermediary is usually doing business with acquaintances, or through referrals from users. If no one reports, ordinary foreigners can't understand the pinyin, and they won't deliberately make trouble here.

  201-206 are all pasted with the name of the agency, including Li Juan's labor service.

   There are still two doors open. Through the open door, you can see the simple desk inside, with a small bed next to the table, pots and bowls for cooking and noodles, etc.

  The floor is covered with cheap Simmons, and there are a few middle-aged Asian men and women lying on it.

   I guess they are all Chinese

  The people inside saw Dean walking through the corridor outside, and there was no panic expression on their faces. It seemed that they were all old fritters, not Xiaobai who just came here.

   Go through the rooms.

  Dean came to room 207 at the end of the corridor.

The door of the room is open, and on the wooden door, there is still a clear footprint. There is a hole in the heel. It looks like it was kicked by a high-heeled shoe. The sawdust wound is fresh. If I guess correctly, it is the foot of Li Juan just now. .

   There is also a brand new lanyard brand falling on the ground.

  Dean picked it up and saw that there was a signboard written in cheap printing ink: Harry Detective Agency

   "Meet another Harry, but this one is white"

  Dean misses Harry and Lawrence a little bit.

  This time, in order not to attract Meng En's attention, he came back and did not contact his mother and Lawrence's old buddies.

   "When I find an opportunity, I will kill you!"

  Dean remembered the unhappiness before, threw away the signboard in his hand, and walked into the room.

   The room looked like it had just been decorated and refurbished, and it looked clean. There was a desk in the innermost part, and on the desk were some cheap-looking second-hand office supplies and a photo frame.

  On the wall in front of the desk, there are still a few glass frames that look like they cost a lot of money. Inside are some formal documents of the detective agency, which should look real.

  Dean glanced at the content of the document on the wall, narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's interesting, how did this guy do it?"

  The document shows that this Harry detective agency was founded more than a month ago.

   This is absolutely impossible to be the Los Angeles office of 'Smith Detective Agency', and it is absolutely impossible to be the partner of the other party!

  But Dean can be sure that the email address sent by the headquarters of the "Smith Detective Agency" is here!

  So, how did the white man who was knocked downstairs by Li Juan do it?

  Dean thought for a while, but didn't take out his mobile phone immediately, and called the 'Smith Detective Agency'.

  He walked slowly to the chair in front of the desk and sat down, preparing to wait for the owner here to come back.

   This sit down.

  Dean discovered another very interesting thing.

  He seems to know why this humble detective agency is called Harry Detective Agency!

  He reached out and picked up the photo frame on the table.

  The photo above is one black and one white, with two young guys crossing their shoulders and smiling brightly.

   The two looked close. The white man on the left was the one who had just fallen from the second floor, while the black man on the right was Dean's younger brother, Detective Harry!

  Harry, that bastard, actually quietly set up a detective agency with someone!

   "It seems that during the period of absence, Harry has some more part-time jobs."

   Dean stood up, waiting for the return of the owner here.

   About forty minutes passed.

   Accompanied by hurried footsteps.

  A wretched-looking white man rushed into the room from outside in a panic, and slammed the door shut.

   "Huh, crazy woman!"

  He panted heavily, and turned around.

next moment.

  The white man was taken aback by Dean, who was sitting in his office chair, smiling at him.

He touched his doorknob for the first time, wanting to run away, then seemed to react, and looked at Dean with a bad look: "Hey, buddy, I remember you, you were downstairs just now, who are you? "

  Dean pointed to the wall behind him: "Isn't this a detective agency? I'm looking for you to do business."

   "It turned out to be a client."

The white man coughed twice, straightened his cheap suit, and changed his serious expression: "My name is Harpy, and I am the boss of the Harry Detective Agency. Our detective agency has various rich investigation experience and intelligence channels. May I ask you What kind of business do you want to do?"

   "No hurry."

  Dean took out his mobile phone, dialed Harry's number, and played a voice.

   "Strange guy."

  Happy vaguely sensed something was wrong, took a step back, and retreated to the door again, as if he was ready to run away as soon as he found something wrong.

  Harry was probably fishing for fish, so he connected the phone immediately, and said in a nasty tone, "Wow, Boss Dean, you haven't contacted us for a long time. Did you miss your good buddy Harry?"

  Dean rolled his eyes: "If I remember correctly, we just talked on the phone last week!"

   In his free time, he often calls Harry and Lawrence to learn about the situation in Los Angeles and always look for opportunities to return.

  Happy at the door widened his eyes when he heard the voice coming from the phone: "You are Harry's friend!"

  On the other end of the phone, Harry also heard Happy's voice, and exclaimed, "Boss Dean, why did I hear my good brother's voice?"

   Ten minutes later.

  Harry came to the detective agency and gave Dean a warm hug: "Boss Dean, you didn't contact us when you came back!"

   "You know, it's not convenient now, I need to keep a low profile as much as possible."

  Dean pushed Harry away in disgust.

   After some pleasantries.

  In the story put together by Harry and Happy, Dean also understands the cause and effect.

  It turned out that after he left, although the Fourth Squadron took over a lot of cases, Dean's squad was directly taken over by the current captain, Old Hunter, and this old fritter's level of solving crimes is average..

  So ever since.

  The case detection rate plummeted.

  Now the fourth squadron relies on Lawrence as the mainstay.

  The problem is that the No. 4 Squadron is now divided into two teams, which also leads to low income for Harry's team.

  Harry still has a daughter to raise. He spends money and is extravagant. Later, he and his good brother, Harpy, decided to set up a detective agency to earn extra money.

  Happy is the hacker friend Harry mentioned before.

   This guy is very good at computer technology.

  Harry spit out a smoke ring with a melancholy face:

   "I can use the police system, and I know a lot of people. Happy is proficient in computer technology, has good investigative skills, and has a detective dream, so we partnered to open this detective agency.

  We thought we could make some money by taking over some jobs like catching rape, but we didn't expect that this job is not easy to do.

  After opening, we had no customers at all.”

  Dean sneered: "Then you two bastards, can you explain why the email I received from Smith Detective Agency is the address here?"

  Smith Detective Agency is not easy to mess with.

  Harry and his friend Happy will be in big trouble if they find out.

  Harry didn't know about it either.

  He looked at his good brother Happy in surprise: "Dude, what did you do?"

But Happy shrank his head: "Didn't those **** look down on me, so I made a mail interception program to specifically intercept the mail sent to Los Angeles, and I saw the mail they sent to Boss Dean. I wanted him to accept the case, so I thought I could learn how to be a detective, so I quietly modified the content of the email..."

   Dean: "."

   It turned out that when he found out that the detective business was not easy to do, Happy wanted to learn by stealing, so he found the office of the "Smith Detective Agency" in Los Angeles, and wanted to seek employment opportunities, but was humiliated by the receptionist.

   After that, Dean was tricked to come here.

  Fate is so wonderful.

Harry was worried that Dean would blame his good brother, so he quickly interrupted: "Boss Dean, Hapi is not bad, and his ability is still very strong. He has great potential, but he just needs a master to lead him around. By the way, Hapi, you Isn't it open these days?"

  Happy: "."

He glanced at Harry, who was helping him with good words, and then at Dean, who was full of jokes, and showed an awkward but polite smile: "Hehe, yes, although there was a mistake in the middle, it's still finished." employer's task."

  Dean smiled and said: "You mean that the employer asked you to investigate the evidence of his husband's cheating, and then you went on stage in person to make his husband cheat on you?"

  Harry looked at his good brother Happy in shock, his lips trembled, and finally turned into emotion: "Happy, it's just a commission of one thousand dollars. Are you so desperate?"

  He didn't expect that, in order to open up the market and help him relieve financial pressure, his good brother would be so cruel to himself!

   At this moment, Harry made up his mind that even if he was selling bigu, he would let Boss Dean bring a happy boy to fulfill his brother's dream of being a detective!

Happy is in a hurry: "That's just acting, acting! The employer's husband does have a problem. The key is that the other party is too careful. I can't find a chance to obtain evidence legally, so I can only do some harm. I... I am innocent!" "

  Finally, Dean accepted Happy and prepared to take it with him.

   Not because Happy is Harry's friend.

  Mainly Harpy, for a commission of one thousand dollars, he would not hesitate to be innocent and end up in person, slandering the employer's husband for cheating on his sexual orientation, which is shameless enough.

  Flexible handling, shameless, quick enough to run.

   Temporarily bring a beater to start, it is enough.

   After telling Harry not to disclose his return to Los Angeles for the time being, Dean took his new younger brother, Happy, to the real office of the "Smith Detective Agency" in Los Angeles.

   I kept going into the small dark room and couldn't get out, so I was a bit confused.

   Go through a chapter first.

  (end of this chapter)

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