North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 67

  Chapter 67 Harvest

  Dean tensed his nerves and moved forward.

   That's the only place around to hide.

   Jump over the weeds.

  Dean looked stunned.

   It turns out that there is a **** below.

  Several cars were parked obliquely in the open space, and there were corpses lying all over the ground in the middle, like a scene of black eating black.

  The bottom of the **** is exactly where the front of the road turns.

   It's no wonder that the four gunmen suddenly attacked the police car in Marago.

  Because they don't shoot, Malago will also see this scene when he turns a corner

   Dean noticed.

   On one side of the pickup truck, there were two people leaning on the compartment, who seemed to have been shot. Judging by their skin color, they should be the same as the group of gunmen, all Mexicans.

  A truce ahead.

   It made the two of them a little uneasy.

   From time to time they raised their heads and looked in Dean's direction.

   However, because of the terrain, Dean could easily see them, but it was difficult for them to see Dean who had been watching them through the cover of the withered grass.

   Just when Dean was thinking about **** the following two people.

  Malargo led Harry, each carrying a semi-automatic rifle, and rushed over from behind.

   "Dean, are you okay?" Harry asked with concern, and at the same time felt ashamed that he hadn't provided any help before.

   "Shh.", Dean hinted that the two were quiet, and pointed down: "There are two accomplices of the shooter there. It seems that we are more unlucky. We met them."

   "These are Mexican drug dealers!", Malago saw the following situation at a glance: "This is not far from the border, they should have a problem with the transaction process, they are black people!"

   When it comes to black and white.

   Malago's breathing became much faster.

  As an old Texan who has lived in this land all his life, he knows exactly what lies below!

   Drugs and money!

  Dean noticed his strangeness, and the corners of his mouth turned up, guessing that he was thinking.

  This is a good opportunity to test Harry.

  Think here.

  Dean patted Malago on the shoulder: "Harry is covering from above, let's go down and deal with them, maybe this time we have an unexpected harvest."

   After speaking, he gave Malago a meaningful look.

  This arrangement is to prevent Malago from raising bad ideas.

  Malargo immediately realized that Dean had seen through his thoughts. Thinking of his amazing marksmanship before, he dared not refuse, and took out a row of bullets from his waist: "This is a revolver bullet."

  Dean did not refuse.

   Replenish ammo.

   Dean and Malago slide sideways down the ramp.

  At the same time, Harry was also on top, firing randomly into an open space.

  The two people in the pickup truck were immediately attracted by the gunshots, and nervously pointed their guns at that side.

  They didn't notice.

  Two figures have quietly touched behind them.

  One close to fifty meters.

  Dean found the right angle and raised his hand to shoot twice.

   Almost at the same time.

  A message flashed across Dean's mind: [Kill all the drug lords of the Hara family this time, solve the black and white case in the wilderness, experience value +600]

The information on the    panel affirmed Dean's fierce marksmanship.

  Dean smiled.

  600 experience points have been credited, so comfortable.

   Malago on the side was startled by the gunshot.

  He was worried that Dean would miss if he shot at such a long distance, and then he would startle the snake, and immediately looked at the pickup nervously.

  I saw only the rear compartment of the pickup truck, and the figures of the previous two people could no longer be seen. Only the front of the pickup truck had two large splattered blood stains.

   "Don't be so nervous." Dean flicked his gun: "Within fifty meters, even coins can't escape my bullets!"

   "FK!", Malago felt the pressure of Dean's marksmanship at close range this time, and couldn't help but swear: "Your marksmanship is definitely not worse than Bob!"

"who is he?"

   "Bob is the top shooter in Texas. He can shoot six Frisbees within 1 second, and he has won the title of gun king in the Texas Revolver three times in a row!"

   The two approached the convoy and chatted.

  Malargo sighed: "It's a pity that he is already old. I didn't expect to see a shooter comparable to him in my lifetime."

  Beauties tend to grow old, but heroes grow old.

  Dean whistled and said with a smile, "So, Malago, do you still think I'm soft?"

"It's tough!" Malago said convincingly: "I must apologize to you for what I said before, Dean, no matter what you are here for this time, when you arrive at the Del Rio branch, I will let the guys fully support you !"

very good!

  Dean shook Malago's right hand, retracted the blade ready to see blood in his pocket, and shouted to Harry on the slope: "Harry, come down, it's harvest time."

  Harry witnessed Dean's terrifying marksmanship this time.

  He rushed down the **** excitedly, like a little boy, looking at Dean with great admiration: "From the first time I saw you disassemble the pistol, I knew you were a master, Dean!"

   "Calm down, Harry." Dean pointed to the corpses everywhere: "Help check the scene, Malago and I have a cigarette."

   "Come on."

  At this moment, Harry is well-behaved and obedient.

   This is the first survival rule he learned from the slums: follow the strong!

  Malargo wisely kept his hands away from the semi-automatic rifle on his body, and at the same time pointed to the corpse of a Mexican and introduced: "The tattoo on his body is the symbol of a Mexican family named Jara."

  In the United States, the era of family gangs has passed, but in the area near the border in Mexico, gangs often have families as their core.

   "Trouble?" Dean asked curiously.

   Killing drug dealers is much easier than his hard work to solve the case.

  The risk is too high.

   And just happen to trigger a reasonable case.

  Malargo shook his head indifferently: "It's just a small family that only emerged last year, and only such a small force with no background will choose black to eat black."

  This kind of transnational drug lord business pays attention to reputation and channels.

   These are gone.

  That small family can only grab the domestic market.

  The drug lords over there are much crazier than those in the United States.

   While the two were talking.

  Harry is quick.

   After a while.

  Two open boxes, a pile of scattered banknotes and other messy things were piled up on the floor.

   A box of drugs, a box of banknotes.

  Classic drug lord transaction scenario.

  The three of them surrounded these things, each with their own thoughts.

Dean glanced at the two of them and said proactively: "Guys, I have some bad news. The shooter just now belongs to a gangster family in Mexico. If we don't want to cause trouble for ourselves and our family, it's best to clear up our existence." Trace, do not report this attack."

   Just when the shooting came suddenly.

   They didn't have time to call for help.

   "What about these things and corpses?" Harry vaguely guessed what was going to happen next, and swallowed: "Also, Malago's police car is full of bullet holes, we can't cover them up."

   "Just throw the body in the car and burn it." Malago laughed: "Don't worry about the police car, I will let my daughter drive over to deal with it, including the flour and black money!"

  In this no man's land.

  Dead people are as insignificant as dead ants.

  Harry looked at the other party's expression indifferently, and reacted suddenly.

   This is not Los Angeles!

  Even in the several branches of Los Angeles, there are many hidden black policemen who have contacts with some gangs, and even set up small hills inside the branch.

   Not to mention the border branch!

  Harry's scalp felt numb when he thought of this, and he immediately stood behind Dean, saying with affirmative tone: "I listen to Dean."

  Dean nodded: "Malargo, call your daughter."

   Two hours later.

  A strong woman with arms as thick as Harry's thighs came here in an empty van, followed by seven white men with grim expressions.

   Without a word, they disassembled Malago's original police car and replaced it with new parts, removing all traces of bullet holes.

   Waiting for them to leave.

  The police car has been restored to its original appearance.

  Black money and flour have also disappeared.

   And in Dean's hand, there is an extra lottery ticket with the highest prize of one million dollars.

  The kind that must hit!

   "Let's go guys, I can't wait to finish Marina, find Bert on the run, and get back to L.A. and enjoy life."

  The three of them, with rewarding smiles, started the police car again and drove in the direction of the Del Rio branch.

   Behind.

   Billows of black smoke rose.

  The cold and severe Gobi hurricane whistling, as if telling the story of what happened here to the world

  (end of this chapter)

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