North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 326

  Chapter 326 Headshots are really cool!

   "I like lucky people!"

   "So, the two of you, the luckiest one, can walk out of here alive today!"

  The short, middle-aged man threw the revolver with only one bullet left in front of Harry, then waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to pull another person up.

  When the other person was thrown in front of Harry, apart from humming, he couldn't tell anymore. He could only tell that he was a young white man.

  The white man's face is **** and bloody, and there is a camera strap hanging on his chest, but the camera has disappeared, and it is not known whether it was taken away or lost.

   "Happy!"

  Harry endured the soreness in his body, crawled up to the **** white young man, and was relieved when he saw that the other party was still panting.

  His companion was actually Harpy who had learned to be a detective before.

   This guy doesn't know what job he took.

   Not only almost killed himself, but also put Harry, the unlucky guy, in danger.

   "Black Pig, don't waste time!"

  Just now, the short middle-aged team leader, a man with a ball head called Matsushitkun, kicked Harry to the ground again, with a grin on his face.

  The rest of the onlookers also burst into laughter, watching a good show.

  Harry got up from the ground with a full face.

  He glanced at the men with ferocious expressions, as well as the samurai swords and guns in their hands, his heart sank, and he could only look down at the revolver on the ground, with the expressions on his face flickering.

  He now has three options.

  First, pick up the revolver on the ground, play Russian roulette with your companions, and bet on luck.

  Second, pick up the revolver on the ground, take advantage of the immobility of Happy on the ground, and shoot six shots at Happy to ensure that he can survive.

  Thirdly, he picked up the revolver on the ground, pointed at the middle-aged man, and randomly took away a lucky spectator from the scene, and then he and Happy were beaten to death on the spot in this Japanese private club.

   The first and second choices, no matter who lives, whether the remaining one can live or not depends on the conscience of this group of people, and after the murder, there will be a handle in the hands of these people.

  Considering his identity as a police detective.

   Live by yourself, maybe you can leave.

  If I die, Happy will live, and there is a higher probability that Happy will also be beaten to death by these bastards.

  Because the other party is useless.

   A third option, not to mention.

  Elected, does not necessarily kill people.

   But myself and Happy must die.

so.

  Harry sighed under the playful eyes of everyone looking at the monkey.

He grabbed the revolver on the ground, pointed it at the dying Happy's head on the ground, rotated the magazine (cassette) of the revolver at will, ejected the magazine, and after confirming the position of the bullet, turned the magazine to ensure that the first shot could be fired. bullet.

   Seeing this, the middle-aged man at the top did not stop him.

   He glanced at one of the crowd.

  The man held a video camera in his hand, and nodded to his team leader, indicating that everything was being filmed.

   Accompanied by a click.

Harry returned the magazine, took a deep breath, and turned to look at the short middle-aged man on the top: "Guys, can you give me a chance? Speaking of which, you Yamaguchi-gumi and I have some intimate things that you don't know about." relation."

"idiot!"

  The ball-headed man on the side punched Harry's red and swollen face: "You bastard, hurry up if you want to do it, don't waste our time!"

   "Matsushitkun!"

   This scene angered the short middle-aged man above.

  He glared at Wanzi's head, his eyes were not kind, and he said: "I haven't spoken yet, when is it your turn to speak!"

   Wanzi's head turned pale, and he quickly bowed ninety degrees: "I'm sorry, team leader, I'm excited!"

   After speaking, he slapped himself violently.

  The short middle-aged man glanced coldly at the terrified subordinates, then turned his gaze to Harry who spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a smile, "Mr. Detective, I wonder what you have to do with our Yamaguchi-gumi?"

  The Yamaguchi-gumi was able to gain a foothold in Los Angeles this time, mainly relying on the help of the families who were connected to the mayor of Los Angeles, so the middle-aged man was also worried that Harry really had some relationship with those families.

If this is the case.

   Today's little game can't go on.

  Harry wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, first punched the meatball head who was still slapping himself **** the face, knocked him to the ground, and then said to the middle-aged man above:

   "After I get off work, I often go to the clubhouse opened by you to play.

  Those Japanese women like my black 'hang' very much. They kneel and serve, gentle and obedient. Maybe they are your sisters, younger sisters, and old mothers.

  Your relatives and I often discuss the friendly relationship between the two peoples in simple terms.

   Do you think we are related? "

  The onlookers were dumbfounded.

  The relationship between the black-skinned pig's mouth is actually this!

  The short, middle-aged man sitting above was even more angry with his lips trembling.

  He was tricked by a black pig in front of all his subordinates! !

   "Baga Yalu!"

  The short middle-aged man grabbed the sake bottle on the side and smashed it **** the ground: "Hack this black pig to death, I want...!"

   bang~

   Gunshots sounded.

  The short middle-aged man trembled, touched the **** hole on his forehead, and wanted to say something, but his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, rolling from the steps to the feet of a group of subordinates.

  His eyes were wide open, with mixed expressions of anger and astonishment on his face, as if he didn't expect that he would die on the revolver he threw to Harry with his own hands.

  Looking at Xiaori Ben who died with regret.

  Harry covered his stomach and laughed, bleeding from his mouth while laughing.

   No wonder Boss Dean likes to blow people's heads off, it's really cool!

   Cool!

"idiot!"

   "Hack him and avenge the leader!"

   A group of little Baga yelled loudly, held up their samurai swords, and slashed at Harry from all directions.

  Harry, who was promoted to the anti-Japanese pioneer, threw away the revolver in his hand, opened his hands, and waited for the death to come.

   Changed to a leader!

   Worth it!

at this time.

  The police car whistle sounded.

  Lawrence rushed in with a group of people at gunpoint.

   "Dean!"

  Neil, who came home from get off work, saw Dean who had returned suddenly, lifted the high heels off his feet, flew up, and gave Dean a long-awaited hug and deep kiss from a newlywed.

   Wait until Nell is out of breath.

  Dean brought her to the Cannonball Candlelight Dinner that he had personally made, and was about to say some flirty words when his phone rang inappropriately.

  Looking at Nier, whose eyes were full of charm.

  Dean took out his phone angrily.

  After returning to Los Angeles, he changed his original mobile phone and number.

  So this call must be an acquaintance.

  Dean took out his mobile phone and found that it was Lawrence who hadn't contacted for some time. He could only cast an apologetic look at Neil, walked to the balcony, and connected the phone.

   "Lawrence, don't tell me that you called me to invite me to your wedding with Phoebe."

   "Harry is hospitalized and I'm suspended!"

  Lawrence's voice was low, and there were children crying beside him.

What?

  Dean was stunned: "What's wrong, Lawrence?"

   "It's Japanese Benzene!"

  "Harry's friend is a detective. He accepted a commission to investigate a disappearance case, and ended up offending a group of Japanese gangsters who just came to Los Angeles to develop.

  His friend was detained.

  Harry received the news and rushed over alone.

   When I know.

  He was nearly hacked to death by those **** bitches.

  I asked for support, trying to get all the members of the Japanese Benz gang back, but I received a call from old Hunter, I was suspended, and Harry was also sued, saying that he illegally entered a private area and killed people with a gun. "

   Speaking of last.

   Lawrence's tone was filled with irrepressible anger.

  At the same time as he and so many police stations, he saw that the gangsters were going to hack Harry to death, but the result was like this, it was simply deceiving!

  Japanese Benzene?

   Gangsta?

  These two elements immediately reminded Dean of the unpleasant things that happened to him.

  Mad!

  I haven't freed up my hands to deal with those stupid little days, but these **** bullied his little brother.

   Are you really not afraid of death?

  Dean's eyes flickered fiercely, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, and calmly said: "How is Harry doing now?"

   "The injury is a bit serious, but it's not life-threatening. It's just that I'm worried about the revenge of those Japanese people, so I want to ask you, is there a way to transfer Harry out of Los Angeles."

"where are you!"

  Lawrence finally said the name of a hospital.

hang up the phone.

  Dean became more and more angry.

  He took out his mobile phone and called his cousin in New York.

Cousin Dick is now the patriarch of the Lucchese family in New York. Last time, Dean took him to have a blood test. He saw blood, and now he has done a good job, re-stabilizing the declining Lucchese family. down.

   "Cousin."

   "Dick, arrange for some unidentified gunmen to come to Los Angeles, and I will use them!"

  New York, Dick heard his cousin's cold tone, and couldn't help but think of the scene where he brought people and shot those cultists last time.

  He felt a little bit in his heart.

   This is who messed with his murderous cousin again.

  Now the stability of the Lucchese family depends entirely on Dean's connections. Naturally, Dick will not disappoint Dean, and immediately agrees to arrange this matter himself.

   Every year, many illegal Italian workers smuggle to the United States, and most of them will come to the metropolis of New York and choose to integrate into the life of those Italian communities.

   It is not difficult to find some unidentified gunmen.

  Dean put away his phone, went back to the room, and apologized to Neil: "Honey, I'm going out for a while."

  Nile stepped forward, straightened Dean's collar, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said softly, "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back."

   "It may be late, you go to bed early!"

  Kiss Nell goodbye.

  Dean drove to the hospital where Harry was.

  Under the enthusiastic leadership of the nurse on duty at the front desk, he came to the ward where Harry was.

  In the ward, Lawrence, Phoebe, Robert and others were all armed and guarded. There was also a black woman holding a one-year-old baby girl and coaxing her in a low voice.

  When Dean pushed open the door and went in.

   Everyone looked vigilantly at once, and when they saw who was coming, they couldn't help but exclaimed at the same time: "Dean!"

  They didn't know that Dean had returned to Los Angeles, so they were very surprised by his arrival.

  Meet Dean.

  The worry on everyone's faces disappeared immediately.

   No other.

  Dean had given them too many surprises before.

  His arrival is equivalent to allowing this loose team to find a backbone.

   Some pleasantries.

  Dean signaled everyone to go out, leaving only Lawrence in the room.

  He first checked Harry's condition, and found that although his eyes were closed tightly and the trauma looked serious, he was breathing evenly, so he was relieved.

   "He has a lot of blood in his body. The doctor said that Harry needs at least one or two months of recuperation before he can be discharged from the hospital. In order to prevent him from being so painful that he can't sleep at night, the doctor gave him a sedative."

  Lawrence briefly introduced Harry's situation.

  Dean nodded: "Now talk about your suspension, and the situation of the Japanese gang."

  Lawrence flicked two pieces of flesh on his face, angrily:

  " Old Hunter said that that **** Meng En personally asked him to give the order. Old Hunter is going to retire soon. He didn't want to cause trouble, but he still revealed some information secretly.

The Japanese gang that Harry and the others offended was called the Yamaguchi-gumi. They were originally active in some coastal cities, but not long after you left, you came to Los Angeles, seized the territory of some small gangsters, opened some clubs and bars, and engaged in human trafficking. Business"

  Meng is their former captain, the Fourth Squadron, who was also pulled up by the other party. After the collapse of the Carmen family, Mengn's backer rose, and he was transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs as a supervisor.

   In this, Dean also has a lot of credit.

  Originally, their relationship with each other was more or less passionate.

   As a result, Munn found fault first and suspended Dean from his job. Now he not only allows those little Japanese to bully Harry, but also supports those people to put pressure on old Hunter and suspends Lawrence.

   In the eyes of Lawrence, the police detectives of the Fourth Squadron, this is undoubtedly an act of betrayal!

   Which makes them even angrier!

  After listening to Lawrence's description, Dean confirmed his previous guess.

  This Yamaguchi-gumi should be called by those small Japanese families who hooked up with Mr. Shichang.

   Doing business in a foreign country is what it is.

  The rich Chinese businessmen who cooperated with Chief SHI before also had unclear relationships with some Chinese gangsters.

   Identify the target.

  Dean patted Lawrence on the shoulder: "Lawrence, help me investigate the information about the little gangsters that the Yamaguchi-gumi solved before. Be careful not to attract people's attention."

  Although Lawrence is big and thick, but he can rely on his ability to become the inspector of the police department, so he is naturally not a fool.

  His eyes widened, realizing that this decisive brother of himself had murderous intent.

  Worry flashed in Lawrence's eyes: "I also want to avenge Harry, but those people are powerful and powerful. If they just use other people's skin to do it, the risk is too great, and it is difficult to hide it from those who are interested."

   "Lawrence!"

  Dean stretched out his palm, pulled it into a fist, and said seriously: "No one can bully my brother, those people must pay the price, it depends on whether you support me or not!"

  Lawrence took a deep breath and said viciously, "It's done!"

  (end of this chapter)

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