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

Chapter 109 Aftermath, action

With the efforts of Holz and a group of his colleagues.

Everyone was busy from noon until seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and they probably finished checking the situation around Mrs. Hass.

During this time.

Dean went back to the city and made some preparations. After confirming the location of the target, he drove back to Mrs. Hass again, bringing food and drinks to everyone.

"How are you guys?"

"Appalling!"

"I feel like I'm going to have a nightmare today."

Harry and Robert stood up from the ground with ugly faces.

Harry grimaced, pointing to the bag containing three pickup trucks: "Those are all bone meal. Holz said that not counting the degraded parts, there are more than 2,000 people here."

Robert pointed to the vehicle sent from behind: "There are some corpses that were buried earlier, a total of 17, all buried in the forest, and found out through detectors."

"This is normal. The number of corpses is too large. For concealment, the flesh and blood are usually separated. That's why there are so many bone meal here. If I'm not wrong, there is a special machine in the apartment."

"Yes, it's in the kitchen, with a professional bone-meat separation line, a roasting machine, and a high-power air purifier. It's a slaughterhouse.", Holz walked over with a pale face: "To be honest, Dean , follow you, the cases I have experienced in a short period of time are more exciting than previous years, but this case is too big, I have an ominous premonition."

"I know what you mean.", Dean sighed: "Whoever told us to bump into it, we can only hope that some idiot will jump out to take over, otherwise it will only cause headaches for the upper echelons of the police department."

Watching the two play a riddle.

Robert and Harry, looking at each other, suddenly walked up to Holz and shook him up: "Quickly tell me, what ominous premonition?"

They dare not mess with Dean.

But Holz, hehe.

Good people being bullied.

Holz rolled his eyes: "Do you think this is the bone meal remains of two thousand pigs? Who do you think will jump out of such a big case!"

Harry and Robert said in unison: "FBI?"

"Yes." Holz chuckled: "Under normal circumstances, they would have come here a long time ago after smelling the smell, and they haven't shown up yet. I'm afraid this case is too difficult, and they've become shrinking turtles."

The power of the FBI is indeed great within the United States.

But there are not a few FBI members who die in the line of duty and encounter accidents every year, otherwise they would not have to recruit new people frequently.

At this point.

They are far less arrogant than the CIA.

After all, it is always more fierce for a dog to bite an outsider.

Finished on the spot.

Things are too involved.

Dean immediately told Munn and Old Hunter.

Munn's reaction aside.

Old Hunter looked very disappointed and embarrassed, hung up the phone hastily, and had no intention of coming to participate at all.

Before getting the above reply.

Dean learns more about the situation here.

There are more than 120 elderly people living here now.

According to the confessions of those female helpers.

In Mrs. Haas's charity pension apartment, old people come and go, and it is rare to see anyone who stays here for more than three months.

The female helpers also come and go frequently.

After all, taking care of so many elderly people is not an easy task.

So except for Arthur whose limbs were broken by Dean, no one knows how many lonely old people are buried in this underground.

But the elderly who survived are not in good condition.

I don't know if it's because of their own drinking and drug use, or because the food here is nourishing. Most of these old people are stupid.

These things are dealt with.

It is very difficult for a single police station and sub-bureau, and those employees of the Z government must be involved.

Nine p.m.

Everyone is worrying about how to deal with these old people, and then go back to get off work early.

Dean finally waited for Munn's call.

"Dean, regarding this matter, the above has already come up with a result, and a special person will come to you to deal with this matter. Before the person arrives, don't let anyone leave!"

"Troublesome?"

"Scandals like this shouldn't happen in a metropolis like Los Angeles, and it will bring shame on everyone's faces."

"Got it, I'll take care of this."

hang up the phone.

Dean sneered.

That's why he deliberately asked Harry and the others to call so many people over.

There are fewer people.

He was afraid that he would die a heroic death.

Now it depends on what price the higher-ups come up with to deal with this matter.

This time was different from the last incident at Lincoln Farm.

That time it was the Carmen family who covered the sky with one hand.

This time is completely different.

Someone is trying to cover it up.

Some people wish that this incident would get bigger and bigger, and it would be better to drag the people behind this incident into the water together and trample to death under their feet.

To calm the matter down.

Those who are contaminated with the money of the dead will have to pay the price in real money.

Whether it's the people in the forensics department or the bald Hawk, they are all familiar with Dean.

So under his vague reminder.

Everyone had no choice but to continue to wait here.

Ten ten at night.

More than 20 fire trucks and buses, led by several cars, came to this remote retirement home.

The three men with stern expressions got out of the car and said to Dean, a group of mob who were puffing, "Who is the person in charge here."

"I!"

Dean went up to meet him: "Our Fourth Squadron discovered this place in the first place without complaint, but the result was far more terrifying than we imagined. I felt that the matter was too big, so I reported it."

The leader was a strong man of about thirty years old.

He glanced at Dean and stretched out his hand: "Police certificate!"

Dean handed it in honestly.

Not sure before.

He never makes trouble for himself directly, at most he shoots black guns behind his back.

Unexpectedly, after the strong man read his police detective certificate, his stern face softened a little: "So you are Dean, let's go, let's talk here."

This is sudden action.

Not only did Dean feel a little astonished, but also made the two people behind the strong man feel a little confused.

This was the first time they had seen the boss speak so pleasantly.

The two came to an open space.

Dean took out a cigarette and handed it over: "Let me guess, are you one of the students of Mentor Anthony?"

"You are very smart, Dean." The strong man took the cigarette hesitantly, put it on his ear, and stretched out his hand to Dean: "You can call me Amon, and I am currently working in the Security Service (DHS). "

After Dean reached out and shook the other party, he was a little puzzled and said, "I thought it was an employee of the Z government or someone from the FBI. How could the security bureau be dispatched?"

Amon pulled a stiff smile on his face: "Because the FBI is dispatched, it will leave files, but if we dispatch, most people will not be able to read our files. After a while, the files will disappear in a reasonable way. Let's not talk about these Now, how is Teacher Anthony doing recently?"

"Mr. Anthony has been suspended, but he is in good condition. He is currently returning to the Commonwealth of Nations. It may take some time before he returns."

The difference between the names of teachers and mentors is the difference in their closeness to Anthony.

So Amon didn't continue to ask more questions.

As if chatting, he asked about the details of Dean's case.

There is nothing to hide.

Dean told the truth, and said that Arthur should be the key person, and he can be taken away by Amon later.

"So you didn't get any useful information from Mr. Hass?" Amon looked into Dean's eyes full of scrutiny.

Dean shook his head: "When I went in, she was smoking. She vomited blood and died before asking a few questions. The water is too deep here, and I don't want to ask for trouble."

Since learning micro-expression analysis.

Now he can control his expression and tone stably, making it difficult for people to tell the truth from the fake, and his acting skills are becoming more and more natural.

Amon nodded: "It's a wise choice. In fact, with your talent, I think the special organization is more suitable for you. It's a pity to stay in the police station. It will be like a fish tank and become a shackle that restricts your growth."

Dean chuckled: "I'm still young, and it won't be too late to think about development after I've learned all about Anthony's mentor."

Amon was stunned.

Only then did he remember that Dean, who looked very mature in front of him, seemed to be only 22 years old in a few days.

After the two finished talking.

Amon gave Dean a business card, saying that he could contact him more in the future.

Sign the confidentiality agreement.

Dean's three police detectives, Hawke's group of police officers, and Holz's group of forensics employees all received their full salary for half a year as a bonus for their "special contribution".

Everyone left happily.

It's cool to have money and not be troubled.

After Dean and the others left, Amon gave an order.

Those old people were scattered and brought onto the bus, and someone sprinkled a lot of gasoline around them and set them on fire.

The flames billowed, turning the night into fiery red.

With the background of the fire.

After posing for a few photos, the bus left, forcing the elderly to be placed in various nursing homes in Los Angeles.

And wait for the flames to destroy the traces here.

Those long-awaited firefighters also joined the battle and extinguished the flames

It was midnight.

A piece of inconspicuous news was broadcast on the TV station in a loop: a fire broke out in the XX pension apartment. After the fire department dispatched rescue in time, the fire has been extinguished for a long time, and there are no casualties so far.

Who watches the news at midnight.

People who see it will not know how many corpses and souls with nowhere to seek justice are under this short line of words.

the other side.

After Dean and others returned to downtown Los Angeles, a group of people simply came to a strip bar to revel.

Half a year's salary for nothing.

It's not justifiable not to celebrate.

Under Dean's intentional drinking.

After a group of people had fun, they came to a nearby temporary hotel drunk and opened a dozen rooms to rest.

In the dead of night.

Dean left from the back alley of the hotel, climbed over a fence, and came directly to an inconspicuous house in the next-door community.

This is the temporary safe house he prepared for himself.

This thing sounds grand, but it is actually very simple to prepare: find a few homeless people who are willing, rent some houses with their identities, settle the rent in cash, and then hide some water and food.

Dean has prepared this kind of place near several strip clubs in the urban area. He uses it and throws it away, and replaces it regularly. Even if something happens, the owner of the house feels something is wrong, and few people dare to take the initiative to report it. .

On the contrary, weapons are more troublesome.

Dean has only been in this world for about two months, and has been busy solving cases and handling chores. Until now, he has not yet built an underground channel belonging to this world.

Originally, Anbei was a good guide.

But this guy lost contact after the big explosion at Lincoln Farm, and he didn't know if he was dead or alive.

The weapons in front of Dean are all made by him at a high price, delivered parts at a high price through Internet slang, and assembled by himself.

Among them is a semi-automatic rifle, CZ-805, which uses 5.56mm bullets and is equipped with a drum of 100 rounds. The total weight is less than 15 catties, and Dean can easily handle it.

This is an uncommon model of rifle in the United States, made in the Czech Republic.

Dean easily obtained the assembled parts through the Internet. The quality is not good, but it can be used barely.

Some time ago.

After he realized the limitations of the pistol, he has been practicing the rifle hard. Although the effect cannot be said to be very good in a short time, but with the gun feeling brought by the pistol proficiency, it is barely equivalent to the level of a veteran within 100 meters.

Plus his physical fitness and reaction speed.

Ordinary soldiers can't beat him at all.

Except for the CZ-805 and three full drums.

Dean also prepared two Glock 19s, the regular version, equipped with a full magazine of 15 rounds, the power is average, but the performance is stable, the key is to get them easily.

Put on a cheap gray tracksuit and boots.

Dean put the weapon and a white gentleman mask into his backpack, drove the tattered second-hand pickup truck parked outside the door, and rushed towards the target location.

The people behind Mrs. Haas are not politicians, nor are they in a dangerous place like Carmen Manor.

That's just a Catholic archbishop.

He has a prominent status and a wide network of contacts.

But there is no protection around.

So Dean didn't prepare body armor.

In the current civilian market in the United States, this thing is strictly regulated. It is much more difficult to obtain than a gun, and it is easy to be fished.

strictly speaking.

With two pistols in his hands, Dean was confident enough to kill through the poorly guarded residence of the Grand Hierarch without even needing to shoot.

As for bringing an extra semi-automatic rifle

It was entirely after the last attack on the Carmen Manor that Dean suffered from a serious lack of firepower phobia.

The feeling of being under the hail of bullets and not daring to look up is really uncomfortable.

Except women.

He doesn't like being bullied!

I just don't know how many experience points I can get this time.

Dean is looking forward to this!

It is half past two.

Chapter 109 has more than a thousand words.

There is a loudspeaker downstairs yelling to do nucleic acid.

It seems that someone in the community has won the bid.

I first set a fixed update time for this chapter.