North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 69

  Chapter 69 Deception

  Out of the room.

  Dean first called Malago and asked him to arrange a few people to watch Marina, and then asked him for two pistols that were not recorded.

   Thanks to previous cooperation.

Malago quickly brought someone over, and at the same time threw a small bag into Dean's hand: "These two small toys are for you. They are self-produced and haven't been used since they came out. Call me if you have any questions. "

  He didn't even ask what Dean was doing with the gun.

   "Thanks, I owe you one."

   After checking the pistol bullets and making sure there was no problem, Dean took Harry and drove to the address provided by Marina.

   It was a remote motel about thirty miles outside the small town of Del Rio.

   This thing can be regarded as a characteristic product of the United States.

  Especially some remote uninhabited areas.

  Some people will set up such places on the side of the road, providing one-stop services for accommodation, meals, car repairs, and even refueling.

   In a lot of horror movies.

  These places are often dens where some perverts like to pretend.

  They just need to throw some triangular nails on the road in front of the hotel.

  Those unlucky ones will take the initiative to deliver them to their door.

  Located in this country, if you travel far away, you don't bring a gun, and a pleasant car trip may become the last memory in the minds of your acquaintances.

  Out of the small town of Del Rio.

  Harry finally came alive: "Dean, do you think the Del Rio precinct looks like a legitimate mob camp?"

"Then don't you think I fit the environment here?" Dean smiled: "Harry, buddy, if we can't change the environment, we have to learn to adapt to the environment quickly, even if it's a disguise, don't make you look like a bird A husky that got in with the wolves, so you can live a better life!"

   As he spoke, he also lifted the gun bag on the handle.

  Harry nodded hesitantly.

   This is true.

  If it wasn't for Dean's performance, which made Malago feel that he was of the same kind, he would never have let them enter the branch so easily, and now he gave them two pistols.

   These are all thanks to Dean.

   "Well, you're right." Harry looked at the scenery outside: "I just feel like you've changed after you came to Texas."

"That's because you don't understand me." Dean lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said with some melancholy: "As soon as I entered the anti-drug department, I was sent undercover and almost died in it. Since then , I have grown a lot."

Harry looked at Dean in surprise: "FK, I remembered, no wonder Captain Munn said at the beginning that our squadron would have a ruthless person, we were all confused by your usual gentleness, **** it, Dean, it turns out that you It's a bad wolf."

   "Haha, yes, so follow me and have meat to eat!", Dean laughed.

   After talking.

  Harry had been feeling faintly uneasy, so he let it go, and his face returned to the cheap look he had in Los Angeles.

  The wide khaki-colored road is empty of people.

   Dean does not drive slowly.

  The two talked and laughed.

  After about ten minutes of touching.

  An old single-family two-story log cabin appeared in sight.

  Dean parked the car directly on the side of the road, and said to Harry: "Take a gun and stand behind this house. If there is any movement, immediately rush to support me!"

   "Don't worry, I will be your solid backing, Dean!" Harry nodded heavily.

  Dean put Harry down, started the car again, and drove towards the small hotel.

   Outside the hotel, there is a piece of flat land.

  Only parked on it was a battered, dusty gray pickup.

  When Dean got out of the car, he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

  Because this pickup is a two-seater, it is obviously not the car driven by the three of Marina.

  Could it be that Bert and his mother just used Marina as cannon fodder to attract the attention of the police, and the two have quietly left?

  Dean glanced around and denied the idea.

  The climate here is dry and dusty.

  If a car is parked for several days and then suddenly leaves, within a day or two, it will leave a clear outline in the original position of the car.

   But Dean did not find such traces.

   Either, Marina lied to him!

  Or, Bert's car, at least three days ago, left!

  In Dean's mind, he thought of Marina's poor, timid face with baby fat, shook his head, and walked towards the main entrance of the motel.

   I hope Marina is not lying to herself!

  He's running out of patience.

   Probably because there are not many passers-by here.

  There is no one at the front desk of the hotel, but there is a card on the counter that says: If there is no one at the front desk, then I will just lie down and sleep.

   Dean took a closer look, only to find a boy with a somewhat immature face lying under the counter, sleeping peacefully.

  Boom boom boom~

  Dean knocked on the counter: "Man, wake up!"

   "Huh?" The boy fell into a light sleep, opened his eyes in confusion, and only smiled when he saw Dean: "Guest, what can I do for you?"

   "Get up, I'm Officer Dean, I have something to ask you!" Dean took out his detective card and quickly put it away.

  He doesn't have law enforcement authority here, but that doesn't stop him from acting under his skin.

  If the guy is not sensible.

  The pistol on his waist will also be very convincing!

   "Police officer?" The boy's eyes panicked: "I've been safe and sound here, did something happen around here?"

   "Don't talk nonsense, have you seen these people?" Dean took out a photo of Marina's family.

  The young man looked at it for a while, then nodded hesitantly: "Except for the middle-aged man, the other three have indeed lived here for a few days."

   "Where are they?"

The guy opened his mouth, and his speech became smoother: "Leave, I left yesterday, it's strange to say, they sent the little girl away the day before yesterday, then came back to stay for one night, and checked out early yesterday morning. "

   "Yesterday?" Dean smiled kindly: "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

  touch~

  The boy's head was pulled by Dean's right hand and hit the counter hard.

  "I hate people lying to me the most. If you waste my time again, I will let you sleep here forever. Now tell me, when did they leave?"

  When the boy's head was lifted up again, his little face, which was still a little immature, was already very embarrassed by the nosebleed.

He looked at Dean in horror, not daring to lie again: "The day before yesterday, officer, I swear, they really left the day before yesterday, and the little girl gave me five hundred dollars, and asked me to ask someone, and said it was yesterday left!"

   "Three together?"

   "Yes, the three of us are together, and that man drove the car!"

   "Very well, take me to their previous room!"

   "It's in the back, the first one!"

  Dean dragged the man by the hair, dragged him to the back of the hotel, and kicked open the door.

  As soon as you enter the door.

  He discovered something strange!

   Not in bright field of view.

  The color of the floor, something is wrong!

   Thanks for the 1,500 book coins rewarded by Yujing book friends, thank you boss!

  (end of this chapter)

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