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

monitoring.

Not long after Dean left, several police cars came to Azalia's residence and sealed off the place. They didn't leave with the VCR and Azalia's remains and belongings until professionals searched the house.

This surprised Dean.

Because this means that the person behind Aishaliya probably does not have the identity of the police.

He thought it was a ghost.

The police were quick to deal with it.

Those who collected the traces were also very professional, and they didn't look like the methods of the forensics department.

Dean guessed that tomorrow morning, he would be able to see the crisis public relations of the Los Angeles police to explain the Sarah incident in detail, so as not to make those black people think that Sarah and the others were killed by the police and committed suicide.

With the police people leave.

After several surveillances, it returned to calm.

However, Dean's monitoring assumes that it is on the network line and can be monitored in real time.

He is very patient.

time flies.

Until about four o'clock in the morning.

On the surveillance in front of the door, two black shadows flashed away.

Dean was taken aback.

Here comes the fish!

However, the monitoring equipment is a bit rotten, and it can only be distinguished that they are two medium-sized Renren, whose heads look a little weird, and other details cannot be distinguished.

After the two entered the house, their goals were clear.

First, he took out a set of complicated electronic equipment to scan the house, and finally stayed outside Dean's surveillance.

next moment.

The surveillance was plunged into darkness.

The other party found the camera!

This thing needs to rely on the network to realize online transmission.

The other party relied on this method to conduct investigations and found the monitoring left by Dean.

The cameras go off one by one.

It took the two people less than five minutes from entering the house to clearing all the surveillance cameras in the house.

Effortless and skilled.

For them, Dean's methods are more like playing tricks.

See this scene.

Dean's face darkened.

Done.

This time the fish.

A little treacherous, don't be fooled!

It seems to be the air force!

He took a deep breath, and watched repeatedly from the time when the two of them appeared to when all the surveillance images disappeared.

Supplemented by a few pictures.

Reluctantly in the darkness, Dean confirmed that the two men were of medium build, with animal headgear on their heads, which looked like pig heads, and they were very agile and professional in removing traces, at least better than Dean, the former scavenger.

besides.

The two men rushed over shortly after the police left, and they came in with a clear goal, to clean up all traces first, and then deal with their own affairs.

It shows that they have very powerful intelligence support.

But these findings, apart from confirming that behind Azalia, there are indeed professional contact and support, have no other effect.

For this unknown force.

Dean wasn't even sure if they were members of the Lucifer Game Organization.

He needs to spot more obvious features.

When Dean looked at the footage of the two first appearing for the third time, he let out a sound of surprise.

Found it!

He pulled the mouse and pulled the screen on the computer back to the previous second.

I saw the moment when the two pig-headed men just appeared, the moment the man on the left of the screen waved his hand, the right hand was hidden from the camera, compared to a V

ah this

Anbei?

This kid is finally willing to show up!

Dean cheered up, played back the screen again, and focused on observing the pig-headed man who was suspected to be An Bei in other surveillance.

From the point of view of body shape.

This seemed to be An Bei who had disappeared for a while.

He is not dead.

It looks like.

The third killer in North America, who cheated to death, seems to have infiltrated into other organizations now, and became a little Luo Luo who helped others.

interesting.

But there was one thing Dean couldn't figure out.

How did this guy, Anbei, know that he had been here and set up a camera?

Dean can be sure that Anbei knows all this, otherwise he would not deliberately make a V gesture to the camera to remind and greet him.

"I can't figure it out, forget it, don't think about it, this guy still owes me favors, I think he will find an opportunity to contact me soon, and then we will know whether that organization is the Lucifer Game Organization and what purpose it has!"

Think here.

Dean turned off the monitor, smiled and lit a cigarette.

This.. is very comfortable.

Instructor Anthony, can't be reached.

Dean was still a little uneasy about being targeted by the Lucifer Game Organization.

He is in the light, and the enemy is in the dark.

This means that others can plot against him.

But he didn't even know who the real enemy was, so he could only passively defend and counterattack.

This is not good.

That's why Dean thought about fishing, deliberately exposing his vest, trying to divert the attention of the hidden enemies, and find an opportunity to attack them by the way, forming a deterrent.

It's comfortable now.

It doesn't matter whether the force behind Azalia is the Lucifer Game Organization or not.

The appearance of Anbei at least gave Dean more choices and intelligence support, and even allowed Anbei to break into the interior of the Lucifer game organization to find out why the other party was interested in his intelligence.

This is an important point!

Early the next morning.

Dean gets a call from his mom, Sheila.

"Dean, I also saw a bad news yesterday. Some black employees discussed going to the police station to demonstrate together before getting off work. Would you like to ask for leave?"

Sheila's tone was bad.

Because Dean didn't go back to live for a few days.

The eldest son, Baker, also packed his bags, and left Los Angeles again with his bastard second brother to pursue their hungry Taobao dream.

These days, Sheila doesn't like anything.

Dean heard the meaning of Sheila's words, and quickly said: "Mom, don't worry, I will be fine, and I will come back tonight, I hope to see delicious pan-fried bacon on the table .”

"No problem, by the way, Dean, Sinclair may come to you with some unspeakable things, don't refuse then!"

"An unspeakable thing?"

"Some kid's play house stuff.

The bastard Baker is not here now, so I can only let you show up. Okay, I'm going to the farm to deal with the order share for the first quarter. See you tonight, son. "

"See you tonight, Mom!"

hang up the phone.

Dean was a little confused.

Sinclair is only eleven years old, what unspeakable things do you want to help yourself?

Hope to go back in the evening.

This younger sister who is about to enter the rebellious period will not make things difficult for herself.

Come to the police station.

Dean found that there were not only more people in the sentry box at the gate, but these people also wore perfect equipment, put on vests and bulletproof vests, and some even held semi-automatic rifles in their hands, patrolling outside the police station, which made people feel a sense of urgency. There is a stormy atmosphere.

And getting in was a lot of trouble.

Originally, Dean's license plate was recorded by the system. As long as he drove to the door, the automatic gate would rise, allowing him to drive directly into the underground parking lot without showing his face.

Now he was stopped and asked to check his documents.

Dean took out his ID and asked curiously, "Man, what's the situation? You look a little unfamiliar."

The young man who checked the documents had an immature face and looked young.

When he saw that Dean was actually a detective, envy appeared in his eyes, and he explained: "Detective Dean, we don't know the situation, but we are just worried that there will be demonstrations today, so we were transferred here by the superior. In order to prevent any shock situation."

He explained why, but did not reveal his identity.

Seeing this, Dean didn't ask any more questions.

Fourth Squadron Office.

Dean thought that he should be the first person to come here, but he didn't expect Robert to be the first one to come to the office today.

Except for him.

There is also a young white man with a scar on his face and a stern face, wearing the same equipment and clothing as the strange guards outside the door, confronting Robert with red faces.

The two seemed to be having an unpleasant conversation.

If it wasn't for the fact that the two sides didn't draw their guns, Dean almost thought that someone was coming to find fault.

Hear movement.

The two stopped their confrontation and looked towards the door.

Dean said hello to Robert: "Robert, you came so early today, is it to meet this handsome guy next to you privately?"

Robert pointed to the scar-faced young man who was looking at Dean, and introduced with some embarrassment: "This is my younger brother Carlo, who is currently serving in the City Secret Service, which is the department that took over the Police Detective Bureau outside the door. We haven't seen each other for a long time. , so take advantage of his mission this time, let’s meet and have a chat.”

Carlo obviously heard Dean's name from Robert.

On his stern face, there was a polite expression: "Hello, Inspector Dean, my elder brother told you that you are a very good detective."

Dean scanned his limbs and waist, knowing what he was doing, and said with a smile: "I heard that Robert told you about him. He said that his younger brother has a strong unarmed combat level and is his pride."

Carlo looked at his elder brother unexpectedly.

He didn't expect that his elder brother, who had been fighting with him, would think so highly of him.

Robert was stunned: "Dean, did I say that?"

"When we were drinking together, you boasted that your younger brother is very strong.

However, you don’t communicate much, and both of you are hard-spoken and soft-hearted, which leads to a change in expression when you clearly care about each other, so you were still worried about how to get along with your brother harmoniously. "

Dean opened his eyes and said nonsense.

These are naturally analyzed by him through his eyesight.

Carlo was a little moved.

He shrugged: "Robert, I actually look down on your occasional weakness, but thank you for thinking so highly of me. I apologize to you for arguing with you just now."

Robert gave him a middle finger back, and said with a smile: "As Dean said, you have clearly become an independent man, but I still can't help but say something that restricts you. It's really inappropriate, but I still hope you can Consider my suggestion."

"What advice?"

Seeing that he had resolved the conflict between the two, Dean couldn't help asking curiously.

Robert sighed: "The department my younger brother joined is actually some cannon fodder department used to take the blame. They are usually free-range, and they are called over when something happens, and they are paid according to their attendance. I want him to join the police department, so that at least it will be safe Some."

Although the police detective department will also face murderers, it is much better than those hard-working patrolmen.

At least when they act, they will have expectations in their hearts, and they will not be shot just because they check a car, ask a question, or even come to help mediate family conflicts.

Take the blame?

It dawned on Dean.

No wonder the detectives changed their patrols from outside the station.

Isn't this just the people who came to the door, not sure whether the video they left behind can resolve the restless emotions of those black people, so they are ready to suppress.

By the time.

Something happened.

Temporary workers come in handy.

Dean looked at Carlo a few times, and nodded seriously: "Dude, I think Robert is right, my team is about to be established, maybe you can consider joining me."

This guy, judging from his size alone, is a self-disciplined person, and his eyes are stern and indifferent. He must have seen a lot of blood, so he is a good seed.

Carlo was a little moved.

He nodded: "Okay, let me think about it. By the way, if you are all right, it is best not to go out to work today. The order given to us is that if anyone storms the police station, shoot them dead!"

"Hopefully there won't be such a big mess."

The three chatted for a while.

Carlo was still on duty, so he didn't stay long.

Dean and Robert simply turned on the TV and looked bored.

noon.

The news channel in Los Angeles finally began to report on Sarah and Azalea.

The senior officers of the police station also launched a press conference to explain the cause and effect of this incident carefully, and also played some processed video footage left by Dean.

There is no Dean vest on it, but there is a dialogue between Sarah and Azalea.

Immediately afterwards.

Various talk shows also made various in-depth speculations and speculations about this matter, and changed the topic direction.

Whether those black people believe it or not.

The police and the city government have done a lot and sincerely in terms of gestures, telling everyone clearly that everyone is a citizen of the United States and enjoys the same rights and freedoms.

How effective it is remains unclear.

But until after get off work.

Dean hadn't heard of any demonstrations by black groups.

Maybe they believed the evidence and video released by the police, or maybe they believed the words of the interviewers. In short, things seemed to pass so smoothly.

When Dean got off work, he felt a little regretful.

Otherwise, those people would take advantage of the demonstrations to cause riots and make some zero-dollar purchases, maybe they could earn some experience points.

evening.

Dean returns home.

Thompson's face looked paler.

As someone who came here.

Dean immediately understood what happened to the little brother recently.

He was going to call his little brother aside, and teach him what is health preservation, what is rejuvenation, how to be long-lasting and powerful...

Sinclair interrupted Thompson's impending opportunity.

She had rushed over excitedly, like a koala, and threw herself into Dean's arms: "Dean, my dearest and dearest second brother, welcome home!"

Dean "."

broken.

Look at the posture of the little girl.

I'm afraid she wants to help her, but it may not be easy to help!

Thanks to the "Glory of the Night" book friend for rewarding 12,000 book coins, thank you boss!

Thanks for the reward from the "programmer who deleted the database and ran away", thank you boss!

Good night.