MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 196 FBI takes over

  Chapter 196 FBI takes over

   Until his death, Harvard couldn't figure it out: Why did he die?

  In his prediction, the worst case scenario is that Dean is not threatened and returns directly to find trouble for himself.

   But he has long been here at the sub-bureau, setting up an eyeliner.

  As long as Dean returns, or mobilize the patrol to come to the office here.

  He can receive the notification as soon as possible.

besides.

  Dean didn't know whether he stayed in the police station or left with Daisy.

   This will take time to determine.

   And the other party lacks the most time.

   Let’s take a step back.

  Dean blocked himself in the office directly, even saved Daisy, a colleague, and pointed the gun at himself.

  The other party will always want to know the whereabouts of the electric template.

   Various considerations.

  Haval is so confident.

  He holds the king bomb in his hand, how can he lose?

  Haval calculated every step.

  But it just didn't take into account that Dean didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and directly killed him, smashing him into seven orifices and bleeding, and he died with regret.

   Seeing Hover twitching like a dead dog, he became silent.

  Dean let go of the opponent's hair.

"threaten me?"

  He sneered and wiped his hands in disgust.

  Haval's grasp of human nature is really powerful.

   But he forgot that there is another type of people in the world called reckless people!

   No matter what schemes you make!

   No matter how good your deception is.

   As long as you kill fast enough, you won't be fooled.

  As for the **** banknote printing electronic template.

   It's none of his business.

   A ton of counterfeit banknotes, what is this concept?

   Even if the FBI people are useless, it is very easy to solve the case after tracing the raw materials.

  Since left and right can gain experience.

  Dean can't bear a little grievance.

   "The old saying is true, when a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain it, cool!"

Dean spit out a mouthful of **** air mixed in his chest, turned his head to look at Daisy who was **** into a large font, with the corners of his mouth upturned, and joked: "Daisy, you seem to be more charming in this posture. "

  After being pleasantly surprised, Daisy is desperately clamping her long legs in flesh-colored stockings.

   Heard this.

  She stared at her beautifully: "Wooooooooow~"

   Dean, a bastard, didn’t rush over to save himself, but he was still talking sarcastic here.

  My own shameful, smelly embarrassment.

  If someone in the sub-bureau sees it, they will die!

  If it is not transparent glue, it will filter.

  Dean has no doubts that Daisy's words now contain extremely high levels of FK.

  He shrugged: "Don't get excited, no one will come in here for the time being, I'll come over right away to help you untie it."

  When approached.

  Dean's keen nose smelled a faint smell of urine.

While helping Daisy untied, he couldn't help complaining: "Daisy, to be honest, you are a little angry, you should eat more vegetables, and have you brought a replacement pantyhose, the smell is really strong .”

   "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Daisy's face was congested because of being too embarrassing and angry, and her nostrils were wide open. It seemed that her anger level was higher than when she faced Haval before, and even the rag in her mouth was protruded by the stuffed roar. one.

  She swears that if Dean still insists on nagging, after she is rescued, she will pick up a pistol and blast Dean's **** off mouth to pieces!

  See it.

  Dean closed his little mouth.

  He was afraid that after Daisy was rescued, in order not to let what happened today spread, he would shoot himself black

  Because I was struggling so much.

  Daisy's limbs and mouth were already red and swollen, leaving ugly marks.

   Some places are even more broken.

   This chick looks sweet, but she is very fierce in her bones.

   "You need some ice packs."

   Dean kindly suggested.

  Daisy glared at him viciously, tore off her stockings, and strode towards her cubicle. When she came out, she already smelled of pungent perfume.

  She pushed away Dean, who wanted to help her check her injuries, and went straight to Harvard's dead body, raised her hand and said with big mouths: "FK, you, pervert, get up, old lady!"

   Pumped blood splatter.

  Daisy was still not relieved, she raised her foot and aimed at Harvard's brother's house, and delivered several standard heavy blows.

   Such a furious look of wanting to blow up Haval's eggs.

  Frightened Dean subconsciously shrank back from the sunflower, for fear that Daisy would come to his brother later.

  He originally wanted to remind Daisy, so it would be difficult to explain later.

   But for harmony among colleagues.

  He wisely chose to let Daisy vent his anger first, so as not to get burned.

   Half a sound.

  Daisy sat down on the chair panting, and waved to Dean: "I need a cigarette now, and why did you jump from the ceiling like a ghost?"

   "Because I'm worried about Haval, who has an eyeliner in the branch office, and you don't think the scene of falling from the sky, defeating the bad guys, and saving the beautiful women is very romantic, right?"

   "Fucking Romance!"

  "Which movie heroine have you seen, before being rescued, the gangster uses an electric shock device to incontinence?"

  Dean: "...well, you have a point."

   Speak up.

   This incident was entirely caused by him, and Daisy just suffered an unwarranted disaster.

  With a trace of guilt.

  Dean swiftly pulled out a cigarette and stuffed it into Daisy's mouth, lighting it for her with his own hands.

  Daisy took a deep breath.

  The strong tobacco smell of men's cigarettes fills the lungs.

  Spicy mouth at the same time.

  Under the influence of nicotine, her originally tense emotions gradually relaxed.

   But smoking is harmful to health.

  Daisy doesn't want to get lung cancer.

  After she exhaled a puff of smoke, she threw away the cigarette in her hand, and looked straight at Dean: "Everything you saw today, you'd better keep it a secret from my old lady, otherwise my old lady will definitely die with you!"

  Dean raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Don't do this, Daisy, I'm your savior!"

   "Get out!"

  Daisy stood up, stood on tiptoe, and leaned close to Dean's ear, her voice became softer than ever: "One size fits all, as a thank you"

   ah this

  Dean couldn't help thinking about it when he heard the words full of hints.

   Is this a drama about repaying your life-saving grace with yourself?

  The occasion is a bit inappropriate.

   Just when he was thinking wildly.

  The scorching breath spouted from Daisy's mouth, pink and soft, across Dean's earlobe.

  Dean felt that the softness was fleeting.

   Aftertaste again.

  Daisy has returned to the seat, as if nothing happened just now.

  Dean touched his wet earlobe, a little disappointed and said, "That's it?"

"Shut up!"

  Daisy blushed, glared at Dean, and changed the subject: "Harry, how do you know Haval is still here?"

   See Daisy unwilling to continue this topic.

  Dean had no choice but to follow her words:

  "After receiving the call from Haval, I asked Harry to find his old friend in the branch office, and called the surveillance from the interrogation room to the office. Now he is guarding outside with people, in case Haval has accomplices to respond.

alright.

  I will take care of this matter.

  You go to the hospital to treat the wound first. Anyway, if there is a case at the sub-bureau, you can directly notify me now. "

   not long.

  Harry came to the office with several patrolmen.

   Daisy was supported by a policewoman and went to the hospital for treatment.

   While everyone was dealing with the mess in the office.

  Dean called Harry aside: "Harry, help me go to the hospital and keep an eye on Harper's wife Molly. Remember, don't get close, just pay attention to her condition."

   "Don't you need to sit on the sidelines?" Harry wondered.

   Molly may have been attacked.

  Dean didn't let him protect it.

   Does this mean you don't want to deal with the counterfeit banknote case?

   "Don't worry about these things. This case may be risky. I'm going to transfer the case to the FBI. They will definitely be very interested in this case involving up to one ton of counterfeit banknotes that can be faked."

  Hear risky.

  Harry shrank his head and said immediately: "Although it's a pity, I think you did the right thing. You can't protect your own police officers. You are not a good police officer. Cases can happen at any time, and you only have one life."

   As soon as he leaves.

  Dean picked up the phone in the office and called the old Hunter who had replaced Munn and became the new captain of the Fourth Squadron.

  The other end of the phone.

  Old Hunter was half-lying comfortably on the office chair in the captain's office.

  Hear Dean tell what happened.

  He covered his forehead with a headache: "Dean, why do I feel that as long as the case you encounter is not very strange, it is a big case!"

   "This is all performance, isn't it, Captain Hunter!"

   When Dean talked about the captain, he accentuated his tone.

   "Ahem~" Hearing that Dean was calling himself the captain, old Hunter subconsciously straightened his body, his pores were open, and he felt comfortable.

Too.

  Let your kid be so talented, why don't you obediently call yourself captain now.

   Don't let this kid underestimate you!

  Old Hunter coughed twice in a pretentious manner, imitating Meng En's tone: "I see, you send a report to my mailbox about the situation. As for the FBI, I will contact you."

   "Okay, Hunter 'captain'!"

  The little old man is not slow.

   Early the next morning.

  The old acquaintance, Detective Cheston, brought his new partner to the morgue of the Central Bureau.

   This is the third time Chesston has been in contact with Dean.

   For the first time, there was some unhappiness between the two of them.

  For the second time, Cheston lost his partner and guide, and personally helped collect the body of the partner who died in the line of duty.

every time.

  Cheston will be more enthusiastic about Dean's attitude.

  He took the initiative to introduce his new partner to Dean: "Inspector Dean, this is my new partner, Senior Agent Asia, who is also the deputy director of the operation team in Los Angeles."

   oh~

  Dean looked at Chesston, who was in a high position, and was a little surprised.

  This frizzy newcomer, depending on the situation, the more he messed up, the better he actually hugged the thigh of a deputy director.

  Aisia is a middle-aged black woman in her forties with an expressionless face.

  Start from coming to the branch office.

  This woman has a constipated face, giving off an aura that strangers should not get close to.

She looked at Dean, didn't introduce herself, but said straight to the point: "Inspector Dean, I have read the report you wrote, the secret room over the abandoned factory has also been found by the colleagues of the operation team, may I ask?" What about the key counterfeit electronic template?"

  Dean can be sure that, as the deputy director of the branch, Asia should know that he is a special employee of the FBI.

   But it obviously didn't get special treatment from the other party.

   This is a woman who is difficult to deal with.

   Come to think of it.

Dean frowned slightly: "The report is very clear. The suspect Haval was full of lies and even hijacked my colleague. I shot him dead in the end. Now the only insider is his wife and son. You should put your energy and focus on it." to them."

   "You don't need to worry about these."

   Asia stretched out her hand towards Cheston.

  Cheston took out a document from his briefcase in a doggy manner.

   Dean noticed that this was an autopsy report.

  Aisia threw the autopsy report on Harvard's body covered with a white cloth, staring straight at Dean: "Then how do you explain Harvard's injuries?

  His forehead skull suffered multiple blows, it was completely dented and shattered, his brain was seriously injured, his lower body was hit hard, and there were slap marks on his face.

  I have reason to suspect that you tortured Harvard to extract a confession.

   In the case of subduing the opponent, and for some reason, the mouth was silenced! "

   As soon as the words came out.

  The morgue, which was already gloomy and cold, became more and more dead silent.

  Cheston, who was standing behind Asia, was dumbfounded.

   This scene is too familiar to him.

   Not long ago.

  His former partner, Ruth, just ended an unpleasant conversation with Dean on the front foot, and died on the back foot.

   He helped to restrain the corpse.

  Cheston did not expect that he relied on betraying his **** to curry favor with his female boss, and he still made no secret of his hostility in the face of Dean despite his strict instructions.

   Are you going to change your thighs again?

   Thanks to the "Brilliant Night" book friend for the reward of 10,000 book coins, thank you boss!

   There are one or two chapters of monthly tickets plus updates at night.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)