North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 6

  Chapter 6 Going home and chewing on the old

   "Woo~"

  Eve's eyes widened and she was forced to swallow.

   She choked.

  Hoo~

  Dean let out a long breath of depression.

   I let out my anger.

  Everything is dull.

  He took out the credit card in the video recorder, threw the camera to Eve who was wiping the corner of her mouth, sat aside, lit an afterthought cigarette leisurely, and began to puff.

  Eve rolled his eyes at him, and after tidying up his appearance, he said seriously: "Okay, Dean, I think we have re-established a friendly trust, now can you talk about the situation of these stolen money?"

"certainly."

  Dean crossed his legs, breathed out a puff of smoke, and said comfortably: "It's very simple, the bank cash transport van was robbed by Nathan's group."

  "Senator Snetter's family is obviously not very strict with their mouths. They told the situation of the armored van in Jenny's Strip Bar. After Nathan and others learned about it, they planned the robbery."

  Eve looked at Dean's looming face in the smoke, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.

  Why didn't I realize that this rookie is so masculine?

   I just don't know how effective it is when fighting with real swords and guns

  Think here.

  Eve actually had some expectations in her heart.

  She licked her lips and approached Dean with mist in her eyes: "Then how did the money get into your hands? Dean, you know, all of this needs to be reported."

  Dean keenly sensed that something was wrong with Eve in front of him.

  He shrank back a little uncomfortably, without changing his expression:

   "Nathan's small gang got the information of the Morgan Bank cash truck through the dancer, and robbed the cash truck.

coincidentally.

   Eve's deputy team of the "Crackdown and Anti-drug Department" arranged an undercover agent, the trainee police officer Dean, who just broke into the inside of this small gang.

  Nathan and a group of people fled to the forest cabin with the stolen money, and were about to divide the spoils, but because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, they killed each other.

  In the end, all the bandits died.

  The cabin was unfortunately turned into fly ash by the gasoline that was ignited.

   And our lucky guy, Dean was an undercover agent, and brought back the stolen money without any effort, and handed it over to the superior Eve's deputy team! "

   "What do you think of the report written like this?"

  Eve nodded obediently: "It's reasonable."

"That's good."

  Dean got up and returned Eve's gun to her: "I will send you the location of the wooden house via text message, and I will leave it to you to deal with it. As for my position change, let's talk about it after the case is closed."

   After speaking, Dean was about to leave.

  Eve looked at him more and more strangely.

  He didn't want to ask for trouble again.

   "Dean, wait."

  Eve quickly stopped in front of Dean: "Dean, I know that the life of an undercover agent puts you under a lot of pressure."

  Dean frowned slightly: "What do you want to say?"

  She raised her hair, looked at Dean with seductive eyes, licked her lips and said, "I mean, you need to release the pressure."

   Good guy.

   This is not enough to eat once, but you still want to use it?

  You are beautiful!

  Dean, who put on his trousers, always speaks stiffly.

  He pushed the angry Eve away, with a serious and dignified expression: "Eve's deputy! Please respect yourself! I am a clean man!!"

   After speaking, Dean left the apartment without looking back.

   "fk"

  Eve was ruthlessly rejected, and became angry from embarrassment. She broke the defense directly and yelled at Dean's back.

   Leave the apartment.

  Dean walked aimlessly on the street.

  He just found out something very serious and fatal: he's out of money!

  Eve came too suddenly.

  Before Dean had time to do anything, more than three million US dollars were all stolen money.

  The police station pays salary every half month.

   And there is still more than a week before the next salary payment.

  He is now a whole body, and the total is less than two hundred dollars. He is a real pauper.

   "I didn't expect that there would be a day when I was short of money."

  Dean leaned against the corner of the street with some headaches, wondering if there was any way to make some money temporarily.

  He cherishes his current status as a good citizen.

   Some methods of making money that will bring hidden dangers, pass directly.

  But except murder, arson and robbery.

  Dean can't think of any other way to make money

  It is impossible to be a duck by yourself!

  Dean covered his forehead in distress.

   There is no way to open source, so we can only reduce expenditure.

  The house cannot be rented anymore.

   In addition, you can also find Eve to reimburse the previous rent and living expenses.

  This **** didn't give her undercover funds before.

  A penny beats a hero.

   Dean was forced to haggle over.

  He thought about it and found that it was best for his current situation.

   Think and do it.

  Dean took out his mobile phone, found Sheila's number and dialed it.

   "Dean?"

   On the other end of the phone, the voice of mother Sheila came.

  The other party should be making breakfast, and the sound of the juicer can still be heard.

  Dean opened his mouth and said unnaturally, "Hey, Mom, good morning."

   "No, I'm not fine at all."

"What's wrong?"

   "Because my precious son, since the internship, not only moved out, but also won't call back for many days."

  Sheila's voice was clearly displeased.

   "I'm sorry, mom, you know, I'm busy with a case these days, but the case is over now, I'll come back to see you at night."

"you sure?"

"Sure!"

   "That's good, I will make your favorite fried bacon in advance, don't forget the gift you promised to Thompson and Sinclair, they have been talking about it for a long time."

   "Okay, Mom."

  Dean hung up the phone, a little absent-minded.

  He was an orphan in his previous life. When he was very young, he was taken away from the orphanage by the organization and trained as a professional scavenger.

  Family, to him, is a very unfamiliar word.

   For evening meetups.

  Dean was apprehensive, but also yearning.

  He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, picked up his phone again, and sent Eve the location of the forest cabin where Nathan and others were buried, and focused on the reimbursement of his undercover expenses.

  Eve didn't reply to the text message, but called directly.

  She was obviously in a good mood: "Dean, the money has been taken back to the police station. When the wooden house you mentioned is found, the case can be closed within two days at the earliest."

   "Deputy Eve, congratulations."

   "Thank you, Dean, it's all thanks to you. I want to treat you to dinner tonight and talk about your plan to reimburse undercover expenses."

   Dean rolled his eyes.

  Do you want to eat?

   Obviously want to eat him!

  He said unhappily: "No need, Deputy Eve, I haven't been back for several days because of the undercover matter, and I'm going to go home and have a look."

  Eve was a little disappointed: "Okay, I'll give you two days off. When you come back, we'll have a good chat about the reimbursement of undercover expenses."

hang up the phone.

  Dean contacted the landlord again.

  After he agreed not to pay the rent for the next few days, the landlord very readily agreed to return the deposit to Dean's account.

  It was originally a temporary residence.

  Dean didn't bother to go back and pack those clothes.

  He also has to buy presents for his younger siblings.

   But the next call.

   completely broke his deployment.

  (end of this chapter)

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