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

The black workshops in the United States are actually the workshops of some families.

The working members are usually their own family members, or some black workers, and are usually located in large warehouses in remote places.

According to the clues provided by Harry's friends.

In the warehouse not far from the victim's family, there is such a small black workshop, which everyone calls 'Vienna'.

Vienna is the name of the owner of the black workshop.

This guy has some energy. He usually makes a living as a wholesaler of high imitation hardcover furniture, but if there is a need, he can also help with some car modification, gun modification, and even some simple gunshot wound surgery.

All in all.

This black workshop has a wide range of businesses, and it is also the place that best fits Dean's deduction nearby.

This kind of place belongs to the opponent's home field.

For safety reasons.

After wearing body armor and carrying enough weapons, everyone drove to the address given.

now.

The destination of Dean and others - the warehouse where Vienna is located.

A silver vicissitudes old man, wearing suspender jeans, sat in his boss's chair with a sense of loss, lit a Cuban cigar, looked at the photo of a big family in his hand, and was in a daze for a long time, until his eyes were dry, and he sighed helplessly.

His name is Vienna, an old guy in his seventies.

Originally, at this time, he should have brought his family in Hawaii to enjoy the beautiful beaches, sunshine and those rich and generous young beauties.

But in terms of business, there have been some surprises.

He needs to stay and deal with it.

Vienna is an old antique. He joined the army in his early years, worked as a policeman in his middle age, experienced the most chaotic era in Los Angeles, and participated in some unspeakable gangster behaviors. Finally, he retired. With some connections, he opened this black workshop.

Because of our cautious attitude, we are careful not to touch those businesses such as flour, so as to avoid peer competition.

Rely on word of mouth.

He led his family and lived a very nourishing life.

But as I get older.

The new generation in the family is no longer the same as the parents, so listen to the words of Vienna.

They have a mind of their own.

relative to security.

Young people, think more about digital stimulation.

They are eager to make new breakthroughs in their grades, at least to surpass their parents and grandparents, to show that they have grown up and become independent!

This is a very normal state of mind.

But this kind of people are often in a state of mismatch between thinking and ability, and they are not sophisticated enough in handling things, so mistakes and accidents will occur.

That's what happened this time.

After Vienna knew what the grandsons had done, he arranged for the transfer of the family overnight and quickly dealt with some traces in the workshop.

But that's not enough.

As long as there are traces, it can't be hidden from those who care.

Some things can exist, but cannot be exposed to the sun.

For the safety of the family.

The old man in his seventies in Vienna, the patriarch of a family of more than thirty, could only make some sacrifices.

"I knew those little guys would make things happen, but I didn't expect them to be so stupid."

Thoughts are flying.

Vienna's cell phone on the table rang.

He took a look at the phone, with a smile on his face, and chose to connect: "Old friend, I didn't expect that the last voice I heard in my life was from you. It seems that we haven't had a drink together for more than ten years." gone."

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There was silence for a long time, before a coughing voice said: "We are getting older, and the obedient people below don't care about our words anymore. No one wants things to come to this point, but I still have to Remind you, the time is coming."

heard the words.

Vienna walked out of the large glass window outside the warehouse and looked at the road leading here:

I saw under the dim street lights.

Several cars are approaching here quickly.

Although those cars didn't have flashing lights.

But Vienna is all too familiar with them.

Time is up.

With a flick of his hand, Vienna flicked the cigar in his hand to the ground, and said flatly to the phone: "Got it, this matter will end with me!"

hang up the phone.

Vienna picked up the lighter, lit the photos on the table, and then threw the brightly lit lighter downstairs.

bang.

The flames exploded and sizzled, like oil splashes exploding.

Hear voices from downstairs.

Only then did Vienna safely put a letter that had been prepared long ago into his breast pocket, straightened his collar, put a rope with a sharp gear on his neck, and pushed it away. window, leap forward.

Dean sat in the back seat of the car, closed his eyes and meditated.

Carlo was driving the car, and Harry was sitting in the co-pilot, holding a mobile phone, talking childish and funny words with his daughter who was just learning to speak.

The two men had rushed back after seeing off Dean's sister.

suddenly~

There was a loud bang from the top of the carriage.

next moment.

There was a sudden sound of brakes.

Harry, a troublesome guy who didn't wear a seat belt, was brought over by inertia and turned over, his head hit the windshield heavily.

Dean reacted quickly.

He pressed down on the front seat of the car for the first time, stabilized his figure, and at the same time a gun appeared in his right hand, and asked, "Carol, what's wrong?"

Carlo shrugged and apologized: "Head, the car ran over something, and we seem to have encountered a falling object!"

"The tallest warehouse here is only three or four stories high, more than ten meters high. In addition..." Dean looked at the blood-red window on one side, and said speechlessly: "If I guessed correctly, there is now a dead bodies, right above our heads."

He's used to it well, with the windows closed.

It's bad for Harry.

It would have been a dead dog.

He was still struggling to get up when he felt something sticky and smelly dripping from the top of the car window onto his face, which made him unable to open his eyes.

until it's in your mouth.

Only then did Harry realize what it was, let out a strange cry, and ended up eating more by accident.

behind the car.

The cars of Hawke and others stopped because of Dean's car in front.

Under the headlights.

They saw the whole process clearly.

Just when everyone arrived downstairs in the warehouse and was about to park their cars.

A person jumped from the warehouse above his head, his body was in the air, his head was separated, his head fell in front of the car, and was sucked into the bottom of the car. The headless body hit the roof of Dean and the others and the car they were in.

"Wow, a big gift package from heaven."

Hawke's pupils shrank slightly, and he led his men out of the car.

As soon as they reached their destination, someone jumped off.

This had to make him, an old policeman, have some bad associations.

Dean had also gotten out of the car.

Harry was miserable.

He was dragged out of the car by Carlo, lying directly on the cold ground, his face covered with blood, retching crazily, far less calm than Carlo, he wiped off the blood on his face, lay on the ground, held a flashlight, and irradiated under the car.

Dean stepped on the front of the car, looked up first, and looked at the third floor of the warehouse above him.

I saw a gear-shaped thing with a strange shape hanging outside the wide-open window, somewhat resembling a 'blood drop'.

bow your head.

It was a headless corpse with its limbs spread out.

Because the height of the fall was not too high, the body was well maintained except for the gap in the neck and the blood gushing out continuously.

Dean was about to examine the body.

Sudden.

boom~

The ground shook violently.

In the warehouse, countless flames were accompanied by a big explosion, carrying a large amount of broken glass, and rushed to all directions with flames, illuminating most of the night sky into fiery red.

I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss you so much,

Sorry, I forgot to issue a chapter description.

Things are not easy to say.

Because it was some family matter, I was exhausted by internal friction.

The dog thief is also in a state of not wanting to communicate with the outside world.

In short, thank you for your concern.

Things are over.

Updates continue as usual.

Don't worry, this book has more than 8,000 orders, and less than 10,000 orders, the dog thief will not rest in peace.

As for the body.

Don't worry if you wake up in the morning with a pillar of support.