North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 336

  Chapter 336 Reinstatement, Deputy Chief Henk

   "Ahem ~"

   Painful humming and coughing came from the side.

  More than ten meters away, Carlo hunched over and tried to get up from the ground several times, but he seemed to be drunk and lost control of his body. He got up and fell down, looking embarrassed.

He doesn't even know what happened now. He only remembers that he was hit by a car. The terrifying force pulled half of his body and took off on the spot. He fell heavily on the ground and rolled a few times before stopped.

  Dean ran over quickly, held Carlo down to keep him from moving, stretched out a finger and asked, "How much is this?"

  Carol shook his head, and in his senses full of double images, he saw three Dean bosses opening and closing their mouths flickeringly, but there was only sharp tinnitus in his ears.

  He wants to say something.

   Opening his mouth, a sense of nausea surged into his heart.

  He quickly turned around and opened his mouth to the ground.

  vomit~

  After the sour smell.

   Carlo finally felt better, but he was still suffering from the sequelae of the explosion and vertigo, making it difficult to stand up from the ground.

  Seeing this, Dean had no choice but to carefully carry Carlo to a distance, and after calling the ambulance to explain the situation, he squatted down and began to check Carlo's physical condition.

   Carlo was lucky, he was thrown out by Dean at the critical moment, and he didn't face the impact of the explosion.

   But when checking.

  Dean found that Carlo's left rib was sunken, and estimated that at least three ribs were broken. That is to say, Carlo is not very clear-headed now, so he didn't feel the pain, but it would be more difficult to continue to follow him to investigate the case.

  He glanced at the place where Carlo just landed in embarrassment.

  It's a bit too hard.

  Carol seems to have been hit by a car now. Maybe the musculoskeletal body and other parts of his body were also injured, which is a little better than being directly blasted in the face.

   This is thanks to the open area nearby.

   Otherwise, according to the strength of Dean's half-pull and half-throw just now, he hit the wall. Carlo probably escaped the impact of the explosion, and he would have to hang up as a photo.

  If that was the case, Carlo would be too aggrieved to die.

  The aftermath of the explosion, with flames and black smoke soaring into the sky, is still conspicuous even in daytime.

  In the distance, there are noises from residents at home and sirens from outside the street.

  Dean squatted next to Carlo's body, looking down at his hands, only feeling a little strange.

   "I underestimated the strength of my whole body before."

   "If all the three attributes of my physique reach 20 points and I sprint with all my strength, the average person being hit by me may not be better than being in a car accident."

  Dean whispered in his heart.

  The last time he shot with all his strength, he was still at the small island base.

  Facing those inhuman experimental subjects.

  The whole process can be regarded as rolling, and I didn't feel too much pressure.

  So Dean doesn't have a very intuitive feeling about his current body. He just feels that his energy is extremely strong every day, and when he gets along with people around him, he also suppresses most of his body's strength.

   Pulling Carlo violently this time, he realized his terror.

  1+1, in oneself, is never equal to 2.

  The three attributes, all reaching 20 points, boost each other, and resist small-caliber bullets, maybe it will really work.

  Dean thought wildly for a while, then calmed down and waited for the arrival of the policeman who heard the news.

   Now the experience value is depreciated, and the speed of the turtle is increased.

  If you want to upgrade to the limit, you have to find opportunities to participate in some big cases later.

   Climbing up is also a way.

  If all the police in Los Angeles are working for themselves, the accumulation of little will add up, and the full level will not be a dream.

   These need to be tested slowly in the future.

   About five minutes after the explosion.

  A number of siren police cars arrived at the scene.

  A group of patrolmen armed with guns surrounded the vicinity of the lawyer's house nervously, and at the same time dispersed the residents watching the excitement, knocked on the door of nearby residences and searched to see if there were any unlucky people injured by the explosion shock wave.

   Dean and the two are conspicuous.

   Several strong policemen approached with guns: "LAPD, raise your hands and climb down."

  Dean obediently grabbed the police badge on Carlo's chest and raised his hands, shouting at the same time: "This is the police detective of the Fourth Squadron of the Murder Division. Someone is injured and needs rescue!"

  Hearing what Dean said, several people did not relax their vigilance. The alert was not over until a middle-aged patrolman approached, checked the police badge, and recognized Dean, a celebrity in the police station.

  The nearest hospital is very close.

   After Dean watched Carlo being sent to the ambulance, he was left behind.

  He can't leave yet.

  There was an explosion in a rich area.

   This is a hassle.

  Dean appeared on the scene as a suspended detective, and there was an active police detective injured in the middle, which was even more troublesome.

  So he was guarded at the scene, waiting for someone who could talk to deal with him.

   Half an hour later.

  The old Hunter with a numb expression followed the two middle-aged men and came to the scene dejectedly.

  Dean noticed the three of them immediately.

  One of them is a high-level police officer.

  Dean has some impressions that the other party should be the deputy chief of the police station under his jurisdiction. When he was dealing with the shootout at Lincoln Farm, Munn took the other party to meet him. It seems that he is the boss of the bald patrolman Hawke.

  The other person is wearing a suit, with a tall and straight figure, deep eyes, and a hooked nose. His appearance gives people the first impression, and he is not a good person to talk about.

  According to the old Hunter's position, the other party seems to be the leader of the police department, but Dean has long remembered the appearance of prominent figures in the entire police department, and has no information about the other party in his mind.

  Two middle-aged men approached the first patrolman to find out the situation.

  Old Hunter glanced around, saw Dean, a light flashed in his numb eyes, and touched him: "Dean, have you gained anything?"

  Dean briefly explained the situation:

   “As soon as we found Barnaby's house, there was an explosion.

  His mailbox was full of letters, and he might not return here for many days, but someone installed a detonating device in his house, and Carlo and I became the unlucky ones being entertained.

   Carlo was injured and has been sent to the hospital. "

  Hearing this, the light in Old Hunter's eyes dissipated.

  He had a bitter face: "I was just sorting out the materials in the office, and I received a call from the deputy bureau of Henk. I rushed here in a daze. Now we are all finished."

   The gentlemen in the rich district are not easy to offend.

  Although this is not a real wealthy community, the owners are well-known figures in all walks of life in Los Angeles. When such a bad incident occurs, a captain is the best role to take the blame.

  Although Old Hunter didn't say it clearly, he looked at Dean and complained a little more. He felt that the other party dragged him down. He regretted listening to Dean's nonsense and agreed to join the investigation.

   This might affect Luo's pension.

  Dean noticed Old Hunter's hesitant expression, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

  I want credit, but I don't want to take any risks. Mud can't support the wall, so it's no wonder that after so many years, I'm still a small role.

   Dean is getting a rare ink blot too.

  He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, pointed at the middle-aged man who was unfamiliar and said, "This guy is the Deputy Director of Henk you mentioned? How come I don't remember it?"

  The Police Detective Bureau has a special status and has jurisdiction over several departments (divisions).

  A deputy director has a higher status than the director of a jurisdiction. It is impossible for him not to have an impression, so there is a high probability that the other party has just become a deputy director.

Sure enough, although Old Hunter was displeased with Dean's attitude of causing trouble, he still introduced: "Yes, he is the Deputy Director of Henk. He just parachuted into the police detective station. He seems to have some background. He is busy looking for opportunities to make trouble recently. "

  Dean nodded thoughtfully.

  The power cake is so big, if one more person gets a share, the others will get less.

   No wonder this guy is so active. Even the old Hunter received the news before he received the notification from the police station. Through him and Carlo, he got involved in the case and intervened.

   During the conversation.

  Henke and the deputy chief of the district police station, after asking, turned their eyes to Old Hunter and Dean.

  The hook-nosed Henk waved at Old Hunter.

  Old Hunter sighed and greeted Dean: "Let's go, this Henk deputy seems to be very interested in you. He asked me a lot about you along the way, so he shouldn't make things difficult for you."

"interested in me?"

   Dean's eyes lit up.

  He seems to have guessed the faction the opponent belongs to.

  Maybe this time, the official will be reinstated through this case.

  The two walked to Hook-nosed Henk and the deputy chief of the police station in that jurisdiction.

Just as Old Hunter was about to introduce, the deputy chief of the police station in that jurisdiction waved his hand directly, and introduced to Henk with a hooked nose and a smile: "This is Dean, the detective of the Fourth Squadron. The detective who was promoted quickly, the current speed and rate of solving cases is almost 100%, he is a very capable young man."

  Old Hunter:? ? ?

  He glanced at the deputy chief of the police station who introduced him warmly, and then at Dean, who kept smiling and didn't speak, with a confused look on his face.

   Such a boast.

  When did Dean hook up with the deputy chief of the district police station?

Hook-nosed Henk listened to the introduction of the deputy director of the jurisdiction beside him, and nodded accordingly: "It looks really energetic, how about it, old Hunter, this case has caused quite a stir, and your ability is too weak, so this case will be handed over to you." Let Dean handle it."

   said.

He looked at Dean with both eyes: "I'm Henk, the newly appointed deputy director of the police department, Dean, I heard that you were suspended for violent law enforcement. If you can solve this case in seven days, you can not only go back Go to work, I can also recommend you to be the captain of the fourth squadron, is there any problem?"

  Dean shrugged: "Nice to meet you, Director Henk, give me permission, and you can see the closing report in three days, but my suspension is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

Henk interrupted Dean with a smile on his slightly gloomy face: "Don't worry, I'm different from those trash, as long as you have the ability, let alone the captain of a squadron, even if it's a higher position, it's not the same. Can't."

  Hearing this, not only old Hunter, but even the deputy director of the jurisdiction beside him were a little stunned.

  He is considered a high-level police force, but he doesn't know much about the Deputy Director of the Police Detective Bureau who has just taken office.

  Before Quadin was also because Patrolman Hawke was his horse boy, and Hawke had a good relationship with Dean. He thought that it would not cost money to say a few good words, so he thought it was a good idea to buy the favor of a capable person like Dean.

  But he absolutely did not expect that the deputy director of Henk would make such an unreliable promise to Dean in front of them.

   Really thought the police force was run by your family?

  These veterans, to their subordinates, are at best a big picture. This airborne deputy bureau is just a dream come true.

  Think here.

  The deputy director of the jurisdiction looked at Dean with some pity.

  Pie still has a chance to come true.

make dream

  This unlucky young man is afraid that he will be spotted by Henk, and he is going to break the deadlock that no one under him can use, and he will use Dean as the first **** in the struggle for power from the police department.

  Old Hunter reckoned that this Genk deputy was unreliable.

  He glanced at Dean, then quickly lowered his head.

  At the age of fifty-six, I stood like a minion.

  In fact, Old Hunter's current status, to a certain extent, is not much worse than the deputy director of the jurisdiction. On the surface, the two are in a class where they can stand together and drink.

   But old Hunter has no confidence.

   It can only be said that he is also the captain.

  The former captain Meng can chat and laugh happily with the deputy director of the jurisdiction in front of him. Whether it is mentality or other aspects, he can crush the old Hunter, a helpless old man.

  Dean looked at the people with different colors in front of him, smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to Henke: "Then it's no problem, I'll hang out with you in the future, thanks for taking care of me."

  Henke laughed, held Dean's hand, and made no secret of his importance: "If I can see your final report in three days, I will buy you a drink!"

   Watching the backs of the two deputy chiefs leaving.

  Old Hunter stood beside Dean, his head was a little dizzy, and he didn't understand why Dean got rid of Munn's target in a few words, and hugged him with another thigh.

  His lips squirmed, and he squeezed out a flattering smile: "Dean, did you know Deputy Director Henk before?"

  Dean shook his head: "I don't know, but don't you know now?"

  He had already guessed that Henk should belong to Amon.

   No wonder Amon said that he could help him solve the troubles from the mayor of Saul, and even the Deputy Director of the Police Detective Bureau can be airborne, so his little mess is naturally not a big deal.

  Seeing Dean's calm demeanor, old Hunter felt bitter.

   Originally Henk gave Dean seven days, but this **** directly changed the time to solve the case to three days.

   Three days, what can you do?

   If I can't finish it by then, it's not because I, a helpless old guy who is about to retire, will be blamed.

  But old Hunter didn't dare to say harsh words to Dean now, for fear of offending the other party, he just turned the table and quit. He could only congratulate him dryly: "Dean, congratulations on your reinstatement."

  Dean is too lazy to talk nonsense with Old Hunter.

  He patted the restless old Hunter: "Okay, Captain Hunter, go back and drink coffee early if you have nothing to do, I'll take over this case!"

   "Do you want me to reinstate Lawrence and bring someone to help you?"

"kindness!"

After finishing speaking, Dean passed the old Hunter, put his palm into his pocket, and with a thought, he took out his police badge from the space, hung it on his chest, and patrolled around: "Guys, I'm Dean, and I want to be promoted now." Get rich, stand over here."

  The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

  Inspector Dean, the police station under his jurisdiction, even if he is a newcomer, he has heard the name Dean countless times while chatting with the old man with him.

   Immediately, two quick-reacting patrolmen ran up to Dean.

   Seeing this, the rest of the patrolmen could only secretly scold these two guys for being shameless, and then looked this way enviously.

  The two quick-response patrolmen belong to the kind of young people who still have progressive ideas and have not been extinguished by the surrounding environment.

  Dean nodded with satisfaction.

  Young is good.

  Young man, be obedient and don't have so many messy thoughts.

He clapped his hands, and after asking their names, one arranged to contact the property company in charge of the community to ask about the vehicle access and exit conditions in the community during the recent period, while the other followed Dean to ask about the surrounding households. Impressions of Barnaby's neighbor.

  The fire engine hasn't arrived yet.

  Even if the fire is extinguished, it is very difficult to go in and find clues.

  Dean simply called Lawrence, explained the situation, and asked him to go directly to Harry, who was still in the hospital, to find contacts and collect information about the Huaqing Gang.

  The little patrolman, after all, has never seen the world, so he was made things difficult when he opened his mouth.

For example, when asking the property company, the little policeman who asked for monitoring information on community access, was given Tai Chi before he could say a few words on the phone, and was hanged up in a daze. dean.

   Then the little patrolman saw this scene:

   "Fuck off, FK***, you waste taxpayers' garbage, I will... ouch~"

  The little patrolman watched this white, tall and handsome Inspector Dean, who had just been reinstated, kicked the man who was full of dung to the ground, stepped on him and threatened:

   "Dude, you think I'm talking to you?

   see what that is

  ! It was an explosion, it was a terrorist attack!

  And you, the most American citizen, are delaying our prime time to solve the case.

  I have reason to suspect that you are a secret agent lurking in.

  You are unwilling to cooperate.

   At that time, we can only take you back to the police station in front of so many people in the community, and then find your company leaders and colleagues to understand the situation one by one.

  Hopefully in the end you won't lose your job and be unable to pay back the expensive house loan and living expenses here”

  The words are not finished.

  A business executive with four children, a wife, and a mistress, already hugging Dean's calf, crying for his cooperation, and he must cooperate!

  The little patrolman's eyes are shining.

  He seems to understand what is the correct way to ask the Los Angeles police!

   Today, my brain finally returned to normal.

   The boss said that because I update less and use less of my brain, the plot feels incoherent and the writing is not smooth.

   Resume two updates tomorrow (as much as possible).

   The tipping list will also be sorted out tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)

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