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

"I like lucky people!"

"So, the two of you, the luckiest one, can walk out of here alive today!"

The short middle-aged man threw the revolver with only one bullet left in front of Harry, and then waved his hand to signal his men to pull up the other man.

When the other person was thrown in front of Harry, apart from still humming, his appearance could no longer be seen. He could only tell that he was a young white man.

The white man's face was bloody and bloody, and there was a camera strap hanging on his chest, but the camera was gone. It was not clear whether it had been taken away or lost.

"Happy!"

Harry endured the pain in his body and crawled in front of the bloody young white man. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the young man could still breathe.

His companion was actually Happy, who had learned to be a detective before.

This guy doesn’t know what kind of job he took.

Not only did he almost get killed, but he also put Harry, the unlucky guy, in danger.

"Black Pig, don't waste your time!"

The short, middle-aged team leader, a man with a round head called Matsushita-kun just now, kicked Harry to the ground again with a sinister smile on his face.

The rest of the men who were watching also burst out laughing, enjoying the good show.

Harry got up from the ground with a frustrated look on his face.

He glanced at the people with ferocious expressions, as well as the samurai swords and guns held by those people. His heart sank, and he could only look down at the revolver on the ground, with an uncertain expression on his face.

He now has three options.

First, pick up the revolver on the ground and play Russian roulette with your companions to bet on luck.

Second, pick up the revolver on the ground, take advantage of Happy on the ground to be unable to move, and shoot Happy six times to ensure that you can survive.

Third, he picked up the revolver on the ground, pointed it at the middle-aged man, and randomly took away a lucky spectator at the scene. Then he and Happy were beaten to death on the spot in the Japanese private club.

The first and second choices, no matter who lives, whether the remaining one can survive depends on the conscience of this group of people, and after killing, there will be evidence in the hands of these people.

Considering his identity as a police detective.

Live by yourself, maybe you can leave.

If he dies and Happy lives, there is a greater chance that Happy will also be beaten to death by these bastards.

Because the other party has no use value.

Not to mention the third option.

If you choose, you may not necessarily kill someone.

But he and Happy will die.

so.

Harry sighed as everyone looked at the monkey in amusement.

He grabbed the revolver on the ground, pointed it at the dying Happy's head on the ground, turned the revolver's magazine (nest) at will, ejected the magazine, and after confirming the bullet position, rotated the magazine to ensure that the first shot could be fired. bullet.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man at the top did not stop him.

He glanced at someone in the crowd.

The man held a camera in his hand and nodded to his team leader, indicating that everything was being filmed.

Accompanied by a click.

Harry returned the magazine to the warehouse, took a deep breath, and turned to look at the short middle-aged man at the top: "Guys, can you give me a chance? Speaking of which, I have some close ties with your Yamaguchi group that you don't know about. relation."

"idiot!"

The man with a round head on the side punched Harry on the red and swollen face: "You bastard, if you want to do it, hurry up, don't waste our time!"

"Matsushita-kun!"

This scene angered the short middle-aged man above.

He glared at Meathead with an evil look in his eyes and said, "I haven't spoken yet, when will it be your turn to speak!"

Wanzi's head and face turned pale, and he quickly made a ninety-degree bow: "I'm sorry, team leader, I'm excited!"

After saying that, he slapped his hand fiercely.

The short middle-aged man glanced coldly at the frightened men, then looked at Harry who spit out a mouthful of blood, and said with a smile: "Mr. Detective, I wonder what your relationship is with our Yamaguchi Group?"

This time, the Yamaguchi group was able to gain a foothold in Los Angeles mainly with the help of a few families who had connections with the mayor of Los Angeles, so the middle-aged man was also worried that Harry really had some relationship with those families.

If this is the case.

Today’s little game can’t continue.

Harry wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and first punched the ball head who was still slapping him in the face, knocking him to the ground, and then said cheerfully to the middle-aged man above:

"After get off work, I often go to your club to play.

Those Japanese women like my black penis very much. They kneel down to serve me, they are gentle and obedient. Maybe they are your elder sisters, younger sisters, or old mothers.

Your relatives and I often discuss the friendly relations between the people of the two countries in simple and easy-to-understand terms.

Do you think we are related? "

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

The relationship in the mouth of this black-skinned pig is actually this!

The short middle-aged man sitting above had his lips trembling with anger.

He was actually tricked by a black pig in front of all his subordinates! ! !

"Bagaya Deer!"

The short middle-aged man grabbed the sake bottle on the side and smashed it on the ground: "Chop this black pig to death, I want...!"

Bang~

Gunfire rang out.

The short middle-aged man trembled and touched the bloody hole on his forehead. He wanted to say something, but his body fell to the ground uncontrollably and rolled down the steps to the feet of a group of subordinates.

His eyes were wide open, with a mixture of anger and shock on his face, as if he didn't expect that he would die from the revolver he threw to Harry.

Xiao Riben looked at him with a dead look on his face.

Harry held his stomach and laughed, his mouth bleeding as he laughed.

No wonder Boss Dean likes to blow people’s heads off, it’s really cool!

So cool!

"idiot!"

"Kill him to death and avenge the team leader!"

A group of little bastards screamed, picked up the samurai swords in their hands, and slashed at Harry from all directions.

Harry, who was promoted to the vanguard of the Anti-Japanese War, threw away the revolver in his hand gracefully, opened his hands, and waited for death to come.

Change the leader!

Worth it!

at this time.

Police car sirens wailed.

Lawrence rushed in with a group of people armed with guns.

"Dean!"

When Nell came home from get off work, when she saw Dean who had suddenly returned, she kicked off her high heels, flew up to him, and gave Dean a hug and a deep kiss that felt better after a long absence than a newlywed.

Wait until Nell is out of breath.

Dean brought her to a candlelight dinner he had made by himself. Just as he was about to say something sexy, the phone on his body rang at an inappropriate time.

He looked at Nell, whose eyes were filled with water.

Dean took out his phone angrily.

After returning to Los Angeles, he changed his original mobile phone and number.

So this phone call must be from an acquaintance.

Dean took out his cell phone and looked at it, and found that it was Lawrence who had not been in contact for some time. He could only cast an apologetic look at Nell, walked to the balcony, and answered the phone.

"Lawrence, don't tell me that you called me to invite me to your and Phoebe's wedding."

"Harry's in hospital and I'm suspended!"

Lawrence's voice was low, and there were children crying beside him.

What?

Dean's eyes were stunned: "What's wrong, Lawrence?"

"It's a Japanese man!"

"Harry's friend is a detective. He accepted a commission to investigate a disappearance case. As a result, he provoked a group of Japanese gangsters who had just come to Los Angeles to develop.

His friend was detained.

Harry received the news and rushed over alone.

When I find out.

He was almost hacked to death by those Japanese sons of bitches.

I asked for support and wanted to catch all the Japanese gangsters, but I received a call from Old Hunter. I was suspended, and Harry was also sued, saying that he illegally entered private property and killed people with a gun. "

To the end.

There was uncontrollable anger in Lawrence's tone.

At the same time as so many police stations, he saw the group of thugs who wanted to hack Harry to death, but the result was like this. It was simply too much!

Japanese people?

Gangster?

These two elements immediately reminded Dean of the unpleasant things that happened to him.

Mudd!

He didn't have time to deal with those little idiots, but these bastards bullied his little brother.

Are you really not afraid of death?

Dean's eyes flashed fiercely, suppressing the murderous intention in his heart, and said calmly: "How is Harry doing now?"

"The injury is a bit serious, but it is not life-threatening. It's just that I'm worried about the revenge of those Japanese people, so I want to ask you if there is a way to transfer Harry out of Los Angeles."

"where are you!"

Lawrence finally named a hospital.

hang up the phone.

Dean grew angrier as he thought about it.

He took out his cell phone and called his cousin in New York.

Cousin Dick is now the patriarch of the Lucchese family in New York. Last time, Dean took him to eat meat and saw the blood. Now he is doing a good job and has stabilized the Lucchese family, which was originally declining. Come down.

"Cousin."

"Dick, arrange for some unidentified gunmen to come to Los Angeles. I want to use them!"

In New York, Dick heard his cousin's cold tone and couldn't help but think of the last time he led someone to shoot the cultists.

His heart skipped a beat.

Who is messing with his murderous cousin?

Now the stability of the Lucchese family depends entirely on Dean's connections. Dick naturally would not let Dean disappoint, and immediately promised to arrange the matter personally.

Every year, many Italian illegal workers sneak into the United States. Most of them come to the metropolis of New York and choose to integrate into the life of Italian communities.

It is not difficult to find some unidentified gunmen.

Dean put away his phone, returned to the room, and apologized to Nell: "Baby, I have to go out."

Nell stepped forward, straightened Dean's collar, kissed him gently on the cheek, and said softly: "Be safe, I'll wait for you to come back."

"It might be late, you should go to bed early!"

Kiss Nell goodbye.

Dean drove to the hospital where Harry was.

Under the enthusiastic guidance of the nurse on duty at the front desk, he came to Harry's ward.

In the ward, Lawrence, Phoebe, Robert and others were all armed and guarding. There was also a black woman holding a baby girl who was over one year old and coaxing her softly from the side.

When Dean pushed open the door and went in.

Everyone immediately looked at him with vigilance. When they saw the person clearly, they couldn't help but exclaimed at the same time: "Dean!"

They didn't know that Dean had returned to Los Angeles, so they were very surprised by his arrival.

Meet Dean.

The worry on everyone's faces immediately dissipated a lot.

Nothing else.

Dean had given them too many surprises before.

His arrival is equivalent to allowing this loose team to find its backbone.

Some pleasantries.

Dean motioned for everyone to go out, leaving only Lawrence in the room.

He first checked Harry's condition and found that although his eyes were closed tightly and his injuries looked serious, he was breathing evenly, so he felt relieved.

"There is a lot of congestion in his body. The doctor said that Harry needs to be recuperated for at least one or two months before he can be discharged. In order to prevent him from being unable to sleep due to pain at night, the doctor gave him a sedative."

Lawrence briefly introduced Harry's situation.

Dean nodded: "Now let's talk about your suspension and the situation of the Japanese gangster."

Two pieces of flesh swayed across Lawrence's face, and he said angrily:

"Old Hunter said that the bastard Meng En personally asked him to give the order. Old Hunter was about to retire. He didn't want to get into trouble, but he still secretly revealed some information.

The Japanese gang that Harry and the others offended was called the Yamaguchi-gumi. They originally operated in some coastal cities. But not long after you left, you came to Los Angeles, seized the territory of some small gangs, opened some clubs and bars, and also engaged in human trafficking. Business"

Munn was their former captain, the fourth squadron, and he was also pulled into it by the other side. After the fall of the Carmen family, Munn gained support, and he was transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs as the director.

Dean also has a lot of credit here.

Originally, their relationship with each other was somewhat romantic.

As a result, Munn first found trouble and suspended Dean. Now he not only allowed those little Japanese to bully Harry, but also helped those people to make the decision, put pressure on the old Hunter, and suspended Lawrence.

In the eyes of Lawrence and the detectives from the Fourth Squadron, this is undoubtedly an act of betrayal!

This makes them even angrier!

After listening to Lawrence's description, Dean confirmed his previous suspicion.

This Yamaguchi-gumi was probably called here by the few small Hibiki families who hooked up with Mr. Shicho.

That's what it's like to do business in a foreign country.

The wealthy Chinese businessmen who had previously cooperated with Mr. SHI also had unclear relationships with some Chinese gangs.

The goal is determined.

Dean patted Lawrence on the shoulder: "Lawrence, help me investigate the information about the few gangs that the Yamaguchi Group solved before. Be careful not to attract anyone's attention."

Although Lawrence is a rich man, he can rely on his ability to become the detective of the police detective bureau, so he is certainly not a fool.

His eyes widened, realizing that his brother, who was so decisive in killing, had murderous intent.

Worry flashed in Lawrence's eyes: "I also want to help Harry get revenge, but those people are powerful. If they just use other people's skin to take action, the risk is too high, and it is difficult to hide it from those who are interested."

"Lawrence!"

Dean stretched out his palm, pulled it into a fist, and said seriously: "No one can bully my brother. Those people must pay the price. It depends on whether you support me or not!"

Lawrence took a deep breath and said viciously: "Do it!"