North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 54

  Chapter 54 I do good things, why do you say I blackmail?

  What do most rich people fear most?

  First, fear of death.

  Second, I am afraid that the money will run out.

   Hutu is now facing the threat of death.

  The tingling pain on his forehead kept reminding him that the Dean in front of him was a lunatic regardless of the consequences.

  Save your life first, then revenge!

The resentment in Hutu's eyes was fleeting, and an ugly smile appeared on his cowering old face: "Detective Dean, Sean is the chief financial officer under me, and he has a lot of things that I can't reveal. Mei Dao is getting himself into trouble, so we simply let him go."

   "It's that simple?" Dean looked at the ashtray again.

  Don't say it, this thing is very easy to use.

Hutu noticed Dean's sight, his body trembled with fright, and his voice was crying: "I swear to Jesus, what I said is true, Sean said he would return the money, but later he called I can't get through, I guess he ran away, so I don't bother to care about it."

  Dean saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so he smiled.

  He kindly helped Hutu up from the ground: "Mr. Hutu, why are you so careless, you can fall down while walking, and you still hit it like this, do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

"No, no, no, I have a private doctor." Hu Tu looked at the ashtray that was still dripping blood, ignoring the blood pouring into his mouth: "Mr. Calling an ambulance is too much noise."

Wait!

  Damn bastard!

  The more embarrassed I am now, the more I will make you regret it later!

  Hutu roared in his heart!

   "Well", Dean nodded satisfied with Hutu's knowledge: "That's fine, by the way, Mr. Hutu, because of my teacher, I know many people from special institutions.

  Institutions such as the FBI, CIA, NSA, and IRS all have them.

  If you start such a big company, you will inevitably encounter some difficulties in normal operation, and you may go to jail for a trivial matter.

  Prison is very dangerous, even drinking water can easily choke to death.

  We know each other now.

   Is there anything you need my help with? "

   "FBI, CIA, and IRS (national tax, Hu Tu choked up his saliva, forgetting the pain in his forehead, and looked at Dean with a dull expression: "Who is your teacher?"

Dean smiled faintly: "An ordinary old man in the FBI has been in office for a long time, and he has taught more students, adding up to a few hundred people. The greetings he receives every Christmas will make his mobile phone card machine."

  Hutu: "."

  Outside the office door.

  Lawrence fiddled with his fingers a little bored.

  Dean and that old fat man Hutu have been inside for more than forty minutes alone, and they must have finished dismembering the body.

  Why haven't you come out yet?

at this time.

   crunch~

  The office door finally opened!

   Before Lawrence turned his head, he heard Hutu's secretary, Annie, exclaiming, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

coming!

   It's finally here!

  Lawrence turned around with a bitter face, ready to meet Hutu's backlash.

next moment.

   He opened his mouth wide.

   "FK, am I hallucinating!!"

  Lawrence roared in his heart.

   What did he see?

  Hutu actually bent over, his face was covered with blood, but he managed to squeeze out a smile and sent Dean out.

  If you read correctly.

  He even saw that Dean's jacket pockets and trousers pockets were bulging, filled with knives that couldn't be squeezed

   Am I crazy, or is God crazy? ? ?

   "Mr. Hutu, we still have cases to deal with, so I won't waste your time." Dean patted Hutu on the shoulder.

  Hutu pushed away the secretary who came over, nodded and bowed: "Small things, small things, if it weren't for the hard work of you selfless police detectives, Los Angeles would not be as stable as it is now."

"Um."

  Dean nodded, and pulled Lawrence, who was already in a daze, to walk out.

  Looking at the backs of the two people who disappeared.

  Hutu's smile was restrained, and he grinned in pain: "FK, if you let me know that you are bluffing me, I will make you a stick and put it in Mexico as an art exhibition!"

   "Boss"

  Secretary Annie wanted to say something else.

  Hutu slapped him across the face: "Bitch, you're blind, call me a private doctor!"

   For him.

  Women are toilets.

   Once you are comfortable with it, spend some money on decorations.

  I feel uncomfortable, just change it

  Out of the company.

  Lawrence couldn't hold back anymore, and stopped Dean: "Dude, what is the situation? If you are just threatening, we must be careful of this black fat man playing tricks."

   "Take it easy."

   Dean is very satisfied with Lawrence's "we".

  He took out a dozen small denomination dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into Lawrence's jacket pocket: "This black fat man's **** is not clean, don't dare to mess with me."

  The money was regarded as his reward to Lawrence.

   Before, he used violence.

   It is not only to solve the case quickly, but also to test Lawrence and see his reaction.

  He didn't disappoint Dean.

   "But." Lawrence touched his pocket, which was more than a month's salary of the dollar, with a disturbed expression: "We hit people, at most we will be fired, and we will lose some money, but extortion will be a big problem."

  In the United States, because of the electoral system, almost all wealthy people of a certain size will have close ties with those powerful people.

  The chaebol inside can even affect the presidential election.

  Although Hutu, a multi-millionaire, can't do that, it's still very easy for them two powerless little police detectives to leave.

   "What blackmail?"

  Dean looked at Lawrence suspiciously: "Mr. Hutu obviously fell for the money. We rescued him in time. Thank you for giving it to us."

"ha?"

  Lawrence felt that his world view had been subverted.

   It's not that he hasn't seen the black police.

  But it was the first time he saw an arrogant black policeman like Dean in Los Angeles.

   "By the way, Mr. Hutu will send a letter of thanks to the Fourth Squadron in a few days to express our gratitude for his selfless help." Dean blinked: "Good people should be rewarded!"

   "Are you right?"

   Without waiting for Lawrence to answer, Dean laughed and walked towards the car.

  Lawrence touched the money in his pocket, and then looked at Dean's back. While feeling a little pampered in his heart, his uneasiness and excitement turned into adrenaline, making his heart beat faster.

   "It feels like it's good."

   "At least that ashtray, I am very happy to see it!"

  Lawrence's face trembled, and he followed with a ferocious smile.

  Dean's violent temper is too much for him.

  Lawrence doesn't know why Dean is so confident, but he believes that Dean is not an idiot!

  On the way back to the police station.

  Dean got out of the car and bought a snack spree.

  This is a thank you gift to Daisy, the clerk.

  He is certainly not an idiot.

   Lawrence didn't know.

  Before going to see Hutu, Dean asked Daisy to check Hutu's personal information for him, and only then did he make a move after making sure he could provoke him.

   All of this is to test Lawrence.

  A single tree cannot make a forest.

  Dean has his first confidant in the police department.

  The only pity is.

  Hutu called and asked all the colleagues in the company who had a good relationship with Sean, but no one knew about Sean's private life.

at this time.

  Harry also made a major discovery.

   There is one more chapter.

   Expected to come out after midnight.

   You can watch it tomorrow, let me say good night to my brothers in advance.

  (end of this chapter)

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