North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 68

  Chapter 68 Gangsters: Del Rio Precinct

  Del Rio belongs to a small border town in Texas.

  Because there are constantly smugglers coming from the Mexican border, the security here is a bit hard to describe.

   When you arrive.

  Harry's eyes went straight.

  A large number of Mexican women dressed in cool clothes, who fit the old black aesthetic, just stood openly outside the large number of temporary wooden houses entering and leaving the small town, waving to the passing vehicles.

  As long as you have a beautiful knife in your hand.

  You can vent your unknown obsession here.

  Look at Harry's anxious look.

  Dean chuckled: "Harry, when you're done, you can call ten girls to have **** with you. Don't forget, you're rich now."

  One million dollars in lottery tickets, removing nearly 45% of federal and state taxes.

  The legal funds obtained are about $550,000.

  Dean alone took half a million dollars.

  Harry picked up $50,000 in hush money for nothing, equivalent to his previous salary of nearly eight or nine months.

  For Harry of the Moonlight Clan, he is indeed rich now.

  However, while the high money laundering fees made Dean heartbroken, he had the idea of ​​building a company for the first time.

   According to his still somewhat vague plan.

  For self-protection and a better life.

   On the surface, he will work hard to get promoted and gain power, but secretly he needs to support a small gang to connect with Eve's anti-drug department and grow stronger.

  This process inevitably requires legal money laundering channels.

   But this is just a preliminary idea.

   To be implemented specifically.

   Still need to wait for Dean to climb to a certain position, and at the same time win over more suitable people.

  Thinking.

  The police car stopped.

  Malarago took a sip of alcohol, and said a little tiredly: "Alright, we're here, let's get out of the car."

  The Del Rio Branch Office is the only branch office in this small town. The architectural style is relatively rough, and the khaki tiles make it even more crude.

   Malago led the way, and the three of them walked inside.

   Along the way.

  The police kept greeting Malago cordially.

  Compared to Los Angeles.

  The police officers here are not only more slack, many of them don't even wear police uniforms. The only thing they have in common is that they are all white, and they all have a gangster spirit that the Los Angeles police officers don't have.

   They're more like gang members than cops!

  Dean also noticed that many police officers with thick hair had the same tattoo on their arms.

  Harry followed Dean closely.

   Only in this way can he have a sense of security.

  He's too prominent here.

Along the way.

   From time to time, someone looked at him.

   Fortunately, because of Malago, no one came to make trouble.

   Walk through the office area.

   Malago brought Dean and the two to the backyard of the police force.

  There are some temporary prisons left over from the 1970s and 1980s, which are small rooms that are similar to courtyard houses and are directly surrounded by iron railings, without any privacy at all.

   The yard.

  Two shirtless, hairy men were standing in front of a fence, watching two Mexican men fighting inside, laughing like watching monkeys from time to time.

   "What is he doing?" Harry asked curiously.

"Beast fighting is also a boring show to pass the time." Malago looked at Dean's face, explained briefly, and then patted the sliding door outside: "Beach, Gado, there are Los Angeles My friend is here, open this broken door for me!"

   He said it was an understatement.

   To people like Malago, these smugglers are not human beings at all, even if they are killed, no one will hold them accountable!

  Two shirtless police officers heard the movement and saw that it was Malago, so they trotted over: "Wow, Boss Malago, when did you have a **** friend?"

   "Shut your stinking mouth!" Malago glared at the speaker: "Gado, if you haven't opened this broken door in three seconds, I'll send you to border patrol!"

   "Don't do that, Malagor boss."

  The two police officers quickly shut up, and struggled to open the dilapidated retractable door.

  By using Malago's majesty.

   After a few minutes.

  Dean and Harry passed through the simple prisons where men were held outside, and came to an indoor prison with a relatively better environment.

  The prisoners here are all female prisoners.

  There are currently four people in total.

   Two of them are white and one yellow, lying on the bed in a daze, bored, and a white girl who looks much younger, curled up in the innermost prison, like a frightened little rabbit.

  Dean noticed that in some corners, there were used "small umbrellas" and cigarette butts, and because the air here was not very well circulated, he could still smell some faint smell of marijuana.

   See someone coming.

  The two whites and one yellow got up from the bed immediately, and shouted at Malago, the leader: "When will we get rid of this little bitch, she made us not free at all now!"

   "Shut up, bitches!"

Malago kicked on the railing, kicked the three of them back, and then explained to Dean embarrassingly: "These three are thieves and liars. Make some deals."

  Harry dared not speak.

  Compared to those little black policemen in Los Angeles, they are just a group of castrated good little sheep.

  Dean shrugged: "At least they got what they wanted, didn't they?"

  Malargo was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Yes, you are right, Dean, you really should come to our police station, I believe you will make achievements."

   "It's too remote here." Dean shook his head, went to the innermost cell, and knocked on the railing: "Marina?"

  Marina, who had been curled up all the time, heard the sound, and then timidly raised her head and looked outside.

   "I'm Dean, a Los Angeles police detective." Dean showed a charming smile, full of affinity: "Don't be afraid, we are here this time to learn about your brother's situation, and we are here to pick you up back to Los Angeles."

   "Really?" Marina had doubts on her face.

  She originally thought that she would be sent back to Los Angeles for investigation after being exposed, but she was taken to the prison by the police here, and she witnessed the darkness that she couldn't see outside.

"certainly!"

  Dean threw away his police detective certificate.

  Marina quickly took over the police detective and opened it to check.

  The picture of Dean in it has a warm smile.

   "Woooo...take me away quickly, I don't want to stay here!", Marina couldn't suppress her emotions anymore, rushed to the railing, grabbed Dean's hand, and burst into tears.

"Eh."

  Seeing this scene, Harry, the humanoid teddy, felt a little heartbroken.

   Malago these bastards!

   This is still a fifteen-year-old child.

  A small white room.

   After taking a shower and eating, Marina finally calmed down.

   In her telling.

  Dean and Harry also learned what really happened to the Sean family at that time.

   Thanks for the reward of three thousand book coins from the brilliant book friends of the night, thank you boss.

   The content in the article is all real.

   In the early years, smugglers were really not considered human beings. For details, you can refer to the previous Golden Triangle, that is, if you know it now, you can popularize it.

   In addition, we will end this case tomorrow.

   At twelve one in the morning, I set up a chapter update.

   Good night, brothers.

  (end of this chapter)

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