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

A woman answered the phone.

After hearing Dean's request, the woman asked him to wait at the gate and someone would deliver the goods.

Dean was bored, so he found a corner and squatted, looking at the people coming in and out.

In the United States, the second-hand market is very popular, and there are many areas similar to this kind of large market. Some of them are opened by famous local people, and some are maintained by some relatively powerful gangs because of the trading of goods. order.

This market is like that.

Dean also noticed that the people maintaining order in this market were actually some Asians. They were tall and tall, with a steady lower body when walking. Their eyes scanned the surroundings intently, and most of their eyebrows had the kind of look they had seen before. The fierce temperament of blood.

These guys have all practiced martial arts, and it's not the kind of body-building martial arts where you practice routines. They have definitely seen blood!

This made Dean somewhat interested in the gang behind the market.

His current learning ability is abnormal, and his physical fitness is even more inhuman. If it is not troublesome, it would be good to learn a few more fighting methods different from Muay Thai.

time flies.

Suddenly, Dean's eyes narrowed slightly.

He saw an acquaintance walking out of the market.

The other person was an Asian young man with black hair and brown eyes and a stern expression. He was tall and strong, with a sharp temperament on his body, which attracted attention. However, the other person was a little uncoordinated in his walking. He was actually a lame.

The lame young man seemed to be very familiar with those responsible for maintaining order in the market. They greeted each other warmly, and after chatting for a while, they walked into the parking lot carrying a big bag.

Looking at his back, Dean's memories couldn't help but go back to a few months ago.

At that time, he was going to a bar with Harry and the others, and happened to bump into a master of using Mitsubishi Army Spurs, who killed a small gang leader in front of many people.

The murderer is this lame young man (Chapter 234).

Dean rubbed his chin.

If he remembered correctly, the reason this guy killed someone was because of a prostitute.

hehe.

Maybe if I want to get some true inheritance of Chinese martial arts, I can start from the other party.

Since practicing ancient yoga before, which transformed his body from extreme strength to strength and softness, Dean has realized that although the martial arts passed down in the past are no match for bullets, they still have their own shining points.

It would be better if you can learn martial arts to maintain your health.

He has no shortage of women and money now, and everything is on the right track. As long as no accidents occur, he can become the boss behind a pharmaceutical group with full potential in at most two to three years.

It would be a shame not to live for more than a hundred years and enjoy all the good things in the world!

In the midst of random thoughts.

Dean's phone rings.

The call came from an unknown number.

"I guess the person who sent the mice has arrived."

Dean muttered and pressed the connect button.

A male voice with a strange accent came from the other end of the phone: "The goods you requested have arrived. Where is he?"

Japanese people?

Hearing the accent, Dean immediately realized that the man on the other end of the phone was Japanese.

Some of them, who came to the United States from the island country not long ago, have strange accents when they speak some American words, which is similar to how most foreigners speak Chinese with some strange accents.

Dean told him where he was.

In less than a minute, a pickup truck stopped in front of him.

The car door opened, and an elegant middle-aged man who was about 1.8 meters tall, very thin, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses got out.

The middle-aged man glanced at Dean, with a warm smile on his face: "Buyer?"

Dean nodded: "Where's the mouse I want?"

"In the car, the goods you ordered are very demanding. They are all specially bred varieties, and the output is very small. These little guys are very delicate."

While talking.

The man pulled open the heavy canvas covering the back of the pickup truck, revealing a large transparent glass box inside.

In the box, there were about ten white mice, which were a bit larger than the average mice. They were eating. There were also some boxes connected to unknown instruments at the bottom. They looked a bit like simple constant temperature equipment.

"These are samples. They were all smuggled out of the laboratory. They cost two hundred dollars each. No negotiation."

The middle-aged man introduced Dean with a smile.

Dean was a little surprised when he heard this.

Holtz, who used to work in the forensics department, would sometimes talk about these things.

The price of specially bred high-quality laboratory mice is generally between eight and twenty US dollars, depending on the channel. Moreover, these are high-quality laboratory rats. If they are ordinary, the market price is only a few US dollars.

In the end, this guy asked for two hundred dollars, which was a bit expensive even if it was black goods.

Dean is rich, but he's not stupid.

The acquisition of Neil's pharmaceutical company is about to come to fruition. Although Ruos, a rich man, is still providing funds, it is impossible for him to make nothing.

Who knows how many little mice Little Mac consumes.

So, Dean started bargaining for the first time in his two lives: "If we want a large quantity, can it be cheaper?"

Xiaoriben shook his head decisively and said with certainty: "The more you ask for, the more expensive the price will be, and we can only provide no more than a thousand laboratory rats of this variety and quality every month."

kindness?

It’s not cheap for you to ride a horse, and the price has increased, right?

As soon as Dean opened his mouth, the middle-aged man realized that this guy was an outsider, so he continued to explain: "Man, you must know that this thing you want is a specially supplied contraband. The more we take out, the greater the risk. , that’s why the price is so high.”

After hearing this, Dean gave up the idea of ​​bargaining.

Pretending to be a model, he put his hand into the backpack he carried with him, took out two large rolls of American knives from the subspace and handed them to the middle-aged man: "They are all worth twenty US dollars, one roll is one thousand US dollars."

The middle-aged man took the money, threw it into his pocket without looking at it, and said enthusiastically: "Should you deliver the goods yourself, or should I deliver it now?"

Two thousand dollars means nothing.

What he values ​​​​is the steady flow of subsequent income.

There are really not many buyers for this kind of special laboratory rat. Now that you encounter one, you have to grab it tightly.

"Put it here and I'll do it myself."

Dean realized that the follow-up investment in this was not low, and his mood was a little low.

He thought he had enough money before.

As a result, any research expenditure by Xiao Mike now may cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars, and this may still be an inconspicuous initial investment.

Dean felt a little numb when he thought about the various expensive instruments that might not even be available for purchase in the future.

It seems that I have to hurry up Niel's wife when I get back.

There was a mechanical slide behind the truck driven by the middle-aged man, and one person easily and smoothly lowered the box with the experimental rat on the ground.

He took out a business card and handed it to Dean: "If you are sure you want to buy this kind of experimental mouse in the future, just call this phone number. Your previous contact information is one-time use. Also, my name is Matsushita Taro. I am looking forward to it. cooperation.”

After saying that, Matsushita Taro nodded to Dean, got in the car and left.

Dean stood there, looking down at the business card in his hand.

The business card was ordinary, with just a series of phone numbers on it.

But after taking the business card, Dean's keen sense of smell detected a very light smell of disinfectant from it.

He suspected that the owner of the card might be someone from a biological research institution.

Considering that Taro Matsushita just mentioned the special features and high price of this batch of laboratory rats, Dean tore up the business card in his hand and wondered: Little Mac's place has simple equipment. What does he want to do with these high-end laboratory rats?