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

"Sophia, who are they?"

Dean coughed weakly twice, wondering.

Sophia is the head nurse of the VIP ward on this floor.

"Inspector Dean, these two are your colleagues. We have already confirmed their identities. If there is any problem, several of your colleagues and us will come over as soon as possible!"

The head nurse looked at Dean with eyes like silk, hoping that Dean could feel her hint and get some feedback.

Because of her rich nursing experience, she was the first nurse to know Dean's inner nature, and she was eager to communicate with Dean in this regard.

But Dean was indifferent to this lady who was as old as his own mother.

He smiled and said: "Thank you, Sophia, your thoughtfulness is as sweet as the banana you gave me, I will call you if necessary, can you close the door for us now?"

The head nurse turned and left resentfully.

At her age, she always yearns for something more practical and fulfilling to fill the void, rather than empty rhetoric, unless the 'tongue' is not a noun but a verb

Close the door.

A man among a man and a woman stepped forward and introduced himself kindly: "Inspector Dean, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. I am Detective Detron from the Internal Affairs Investigation Section. I have some questions for you. Is it convenient?"

"Of course it's okay." Dean said, looking at the average-looking woman next to Detron, but with a very good temperament: "Madam, don't you want to introduce yourself?"

He felt the scrutiny from the woman's gaze.

The woman smiled without saying a word.

Detron made a relief: "Her identity is a bit special and does not involve communication with you. If possible, I hope to start the inquiry session as soon as possible!"

"Can!"

Dean nodded.

Detron took out the recording pen, and after confirming that there was no problem, he began to ask: "Inspector Dean, what did you see when you were in the XX community and faced an attack?"

"I don't know how to describe it, but I was stunned at the time.

Most people don't get the chance to get the treatment of a mob that suddenly pulls out a weapon and shoots at you.

me too.

In fact, if it weren't for the special off-road vehicle my girlfriend gave me, you'd only see pictures of me at the memorial service. "

Dean didn't answer Detron's question head-on, and he immediately identified the group of 'short legs' as thugs, not eleven or twelve-year-old children!

In just a short sentence, Detron felt Dean's difficulty.

He frowned slightly, and continued to ask, "Excuse me, do you like target shooting?"

"No, I prefer to enjoy the decryption part in the case, I hate violence!", Dean said helplessly: "If it's not for self-protection, I don't like to use guns at all."

Detron: "."

A butcher inspector who has been in the job for more than three months and has a record of shooting more than 20 people, said with an innocent face that he does not like violence.

Do I look like a fool?

Detron knew Dean was lying, and Dean knew he was lying.

But under the rules, DeTron had nothing to say.

He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and looked directly into Dean's eyes: "Inspector Dean, I hope you can look directly at my question!"

Dean coughed twice, looking weak, and innocent on his handsome and masculine face: "But these are all from my heart, Agent Detron, do you want me to say something else?"

Detron's expression changed slightly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just reminding you, it's just my duty. The third question, Inspector Dean, how do you feel now?"

Dean sighed:

"Feel?

Be angry.

A group of people with ulterior motives took advantage of those children and turned them into murderous thugs, ruining their lives and destroying countless innocent families.

I am very angry at the madness of the people behind the scenes. "

Feel the emotion in Dean's tone.

Detron's eyes flashed with joy, and he quickly asked: "Then do you regret shooting during the attack?"

Little Heizi, you got caught by me!

This question is an obvious pitfall.

Dean said yes.

Well, you need counseling!

Dean said no.

You killed so many little radishes, and you don't have any regrets?

I have reason to suspect that you have anti-social personality, you need psychological counseling!

There are pits on the left and right.

It depends on which way this young Inspector Dean jumped.

It wasn't that Detron had a problem with Dean.

He admitted that he was really jealous of Dean's achievement of being promoted to inspector at such an age, but the reason was more because his duty was to find problematic police officers.

This is his achievement.

The relationship between the two sides is inherently hostile.

Dean sensed Detron's malice.

He smiled lightly and said without any hesitation:

"No regrets!

Because my duty is to solve the case, maintain the justice of the law, ensure that the deceased will not die unjustly, and protect the safety of the citizens!

Face off against a horde of gun-toting thugs with no humanity!

If I dare not even shoot a gun, then firstly I am sorry for the police badge on my body, secondly I am sorry for the taxpayer's money, thirdly I am sorry for the mother who raised me and the family who loves me, and fourthly I am sorry for my work. Father who died in the line of duty! "

Dean paused, his tone serious and resolute: "At that moment, I have no right to regret it, nor will I regret shooting!"

hiss~

Detron gasped.

Dedication, due diligence, filial piety, loyalty..

You put this stack of BIFF!

How do you ask me to question it?

How dare you make me question it?

Can't afford it, can't afford it.

Detron finally realized that he and Dean were not in the same rank at all, and they couldn't win against others.

He got up quickly, with admiration on his face: "Detective Dean, thank you very much for your cooperation, and I will not disturb your rest."

As he spoke, he picked up the recording pen and looked at the woman beside him who had not spoken.

The woman nodded, and finally said the first sentence:

"Inspector Dean's psychological quality is very strong.

I have read the report that after enduring the shock of the explosion, he endured the discomfort caused by the concussion and killed the mastermind behind the scenes.

This shows that his willpower is also far beyond ordinary people.

Based on professionalism and knowledge.

Personally, I don't think he needs counseling. "

Detron nodded, then turned off the acceptance pen, and then explained to Dean with a smile: "Daniel is our specially hired criminal psychology expert. According to the usual practice, when we inquire, we also need experts to answer your questions. Take an assessment."

"A very young expert." Dean put his eyes on the woman who had been examining himself, and said with an inexplicable expression: "But you are wrong about one thing."

"What?" Daniel asked curiously.

Dean coughed twice, gasped twice, and said weakly:

"I didn't actually kill the attacking thug after I got hit by the blast, I just broke his limbs.

Because we often meet criminals who are addicted to drugs.

When they are in a state of madness, they are slow to perceive the negative state and pain of the body, and in the face of non-mandatory damage limit wounds, even if they are shot more than a dozen times, they may fight back.

So I like to use 45 caliber bullets a lot of the time.

Four bullets came down.

He was almost a lump of mud on the ground.

In this situation.

I thought I could get useful information from him.

But what he did next was beyond my imagination. "

"What did he do?" Daniel licked his red lips, seeming to be aroused by Dean.

Detron, who put away his voice recorder, also pricked up his ears curiously.

"In order to keep the secret, he rubbed his face hard when he was almost unable to move, and then used a sharp stone to cut his throat little by little."

Because of the particularity of the case.

The two of Detron did not know the details.

Hearing Dean speak in such detail.

Detron smashed his mouth and said with some emotion: "I guess the organization that guy belongs to must be very cruel. If he is caught, his family may be affected, so that he did such a crazy thing."

Daniel obviously disagreed with his words, and directly denied: "I think it's faith! Strong faith can allow a person to exert strength beyond the limit, and even shield the pain of the body!"

"Like you?"

Dean slowly drew out his gun and aimed at Daniel: "Come on, let me see the back of your neck!"

This sudden turn of events caught Detron off guard.

He was still discussing the case one moment, why did he suddenly draw a gun the next moment?

"It seems that I need to revise my evaluation of your status, Detective Dean!" Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Daniel turned around calmly and lifted his long hair, revealing Clean the back of the neck.

There is no iconic tattoo of the 'source of pain' on it!

Dean grinned: "Ms. Daniel, thank you for your cooperation, please leave your clothes behind!"

"You!" Finally, Daniel couldn't maintain his composure, and glared at Dean angrily: "If you have battle aftereffects and need to vent, go find a prostitute, I'm a decent person!"

"I'm not!"

Bang ~ a gunshot.

The hot bullet slid past Daniel's cheek, burning her hair with a burnt smell.

This almost headshot shot not only frightened Daniel stupidly, but even Detron, who felt that Dean was too much and wanted to have the courage to persuade him, shrank his neck in fright and continued to be his own. Blockhead.

Detron's mentality is very positive.

I love it so much.

Your own dog's life is important.

As for the hapless Daniel and the brutal Dean, it didn't matter what happened afterwards.

Boom~

The door of the ward was knocked open.

The fierce Harry and the tough Robert broke into the door with pistols in hand!

They were in the nearby ward, guarding the female prisoner. When they heard the gunshots, they rushed over immediately.

See the sight in front of you.

The two were stunned.

Harry obviously knew these two people, and he looked at Dean who raised his gun with some hesitation: "Dude, what's the situation?"

It is not a trivial matter to draw a gun on someone from the Internal Affairs Investigation Section.

"Another self-righteous member of the source of pain has come. Okay, Robert, you go back and continue to watch the female suspect. Harry, you go outside and keep the nurses quiet, and don't let the hospital security enter!"

Dean wasn't going to let Detron out.

He needs a witness.

Out of trust, Harry and Robert put away their guns and went out.

Detron wanted to follow her out, but Dean stopped him: "Agent Detron, you brought this woman here. If you leave without seeing her true face, it is easy to cause misunderstanding."

Detron said with a bitter face: "I'm just a small character. I've only been married for two years. There are two children who are waiting to be fed at home. I don't know the grievances and hatred between you. Please let me go."

Daniel also bit his lips: "There may be some misunderstanding between us, but you speak logically and should have the ability to control yourself. I hope you can let Agent Detron leave, and I will stay here with you!"

Detron looked at Daniel with tears in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, this specially appointed expert in criminal psychology, who has always been aloof, is actually so good.

Dean shook his head: "As soon as he left, some things became unclear. Besides, you don't have to pretend. You were also there when the XX black community exploded. When you talked to that man, although you lowered your voice , but it’s too amateurish, using my own voice.”

That's right!

Daniel was the companion of the man who tragically committed suicide.

The suicide man is responsible for detonating the bomb and eliminating the aftermath.

She is responsible for monitoring the police movement on the periphery and providing information support.

When Daniel heard what Dean said behind him, his body froze, knowing that he had been exposed.

She sighed: "If I knew it earlier, I would have placed Mike Smith in another jurisdiction. I didn't expect that the Fourth Squadron, which was established less than a year ago, would have such a powerful detective like you."

talking.

Daniel flashed out his watch, and pulled back his loose coat, revealing the thick yellow columns inside, "This is a kilogram of high-purity TNT detonator, which can be detonated by remote control. My pulse watch is connected, once I actively detonate or my heart stops beating, boom~"

She showed a crazy smile:

"Imagine the power of two hundred grenades exploding at the same time!

The upper and lower floors here will be reduced to rubble, the buildings will collapse, and countless patients, doctors, nurses, and accompanying family members in the entire inpatient department will become a series of cold numbers because of you. Do you want to try it? "

Crime they may be unprofessional.

But as a top student.

Purify and configure high-concentration high explosives and exquisitely designed detonating devices, but no more!

Detron had been taken aback.

He sniffed his nose, collapsed on the ground, looked at Dean in despair, and said tremblingly, "It's real TNT!"

Dean turned the gun around very simply, turned off the insurance, and threw it in front of Daniel: "Okay, you won, and I admit defeat. As the winner, can you satisfy me with a doubt."

Daniel picked up Dean's pistol, and his trembling body regained composure.

hehe.

It turns out that you are also afraid of death.

She said generously, "Yes."

"Is the source of the pain you are in created by Mike Smith?"

Daniel nodded happily: "This bastard, he brainwashed us when we were young, and finally led us to degenerate step by step. What's ridiculous is that when it was his son's turn, he tried to deceive us. In the end, we Gave him a well-crafted purification."

"knew."

Dean nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "In return, I will tell you one thing."

"What?"

Daniel glanced at the time on the watch, still showing great generosity.

When she came here this time, she never thought that she would be exposed. She originally wanted to secretly leave the explosives to kill the mouth of the captured companion, but she didn't expect to be recognized by Dean.

But now he has control of the scene.

Both the gun and the explosives are in his own hands.

She couldn't think of any reason why she would lose!

See how stupid this woman is.

Dean lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Have you ever seen an American Iai?"

At around ten o'clock in the evening, there is another chapter to be updated, which happens to be an integer of 20,000.