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

"The lawyer's name is Barnaby, a high-achieving student. After entering the industry, his professional ability is very good. He originally had a very good future, but because of some character problems later on, he became the trash that everyone shouted in the industry. In the end, he was reduced to helping those immigrants. The point of working with an intermediary."

Carlo drove the car and took Dean to the lawyer's house. By the way, he briefly talked about the lawyer's situation.

During Dean's absence, he was forced to be alone with Harry, and he had a lot of good conversations and made great progress.

"What character problem?"

Dean became interested.

Word of mouth and professionalism are very important in the profession of a lawyer. Once there is a stain on the body, it is like a prostitute marrying a good woman. Even if she is skilled and has a choice, the clients are not willing to marry home.

Ordinary character problems will not cause an excellent lawyer to become garbage in everyone's mouth.

So Barnaby, the lawyer, should have made some principled mistakes.

Sure enough, when Dean was curious about this, Carlo, the sullen man, showed a smirk on his face: "When this guy was helping a small rich man with a divorce case, he hooked up with the rich man's wife, and then the two legally set up a trap. Turning the rich man into a pauper, the result is that the rich man's wife secretly has many lovers, and during the silver party, she got high and told the story in public."

oh~

Dean had a puzzled look on his face.

Hook up the employer's wife, and then swallow the employer's property.

This matter is much more serious than problems such as loose mouth and poor business. The circle of lawyers is only so big, and no one is stupid enough to hire such a person.

No wonder this guy has become synonymous with industry trash.

"But this guy is really powerful."

Admiration flashed across Carlo's face:

"Harry checked Barnaby's profile from a friend earlier.

After getting a bad reputation in the industry, Barnaby decisively abandoned his persona as an elite lawyer, put down his figure, and took the initiative to find those black intermediaries in Los Angeles.

He served as a legal adviser to those black intermediaries, helping them avoid legal issues.

In the middle, Barnaby was almost shot.

The rich man who went bankrupt because of him approached the Mexican black workers who were framed by Barnaby, and told them that the reason why they were trapped and difficult to defend their rights was because of Barnaby's idea, and then those Mexicans came to him with guns. Barnaby.

Luckily for Barnaby, the bullet only cost him part of his liver, not his life.

At this time, normal people generally dare not continue to do this kind of thing.

After all, in a country where pistols are easy to get, no one dares to squeeze those black workers who are already living a miserable life.

Barnaby was different.

After he was discharged from the hospital, he learned his lesson and stopped cooperating with black intermediaries of other races, but began to be responsible for the business of Asian black intermediaries, especially the black intermediaries in Huaguo.

There are a lot of black intermediaries in Huaguo, and there are also many black households here. The key point is that most of them don't like to cause trouble, and their education level is not high. When most people come here, they can't even do basic communication. Hope, it will never go to extremes.

Barnaby also noticed that every year, the federation has a lot of dogs raised in Huaguo to create momentum, causing people there to regard America as a paradise. As long as Huaguo does not rise, this continuous stream of piglets can always be eaten .

He realized that the black intermediaries set up by these Chinese were his hope of turning around, so he put most of his energy into the black intermediary circles set up by those Chinese.

This time, Barnaby was more ruthless.

He studied the law, gave advice to those black intermediaries, and legally squeezed money from those black workers who smuggled into the United States. After the squeeze was over, he sold piglets, and the men sent them to those remote illegal marijuana plantations, and the women... Hehe.

Slowly, this has become an industrial chain.

Barnaby's income is also much higher than before, and he even opened a law firm to serve those Chinese black intermediaries, lying on top of this group to suck blood. "

Listening to Carlo's narration, Dean was a little silent.

He couldn't help but think of the freighter he encountered in the Battle Royale game.

There are also a group of stowaways on the freighter.

Generally, people who came to the underworld are basically the bottom of the society, either to stand up, or to make their family members in China live better, with all kinds of dreams and various dangers, they came to this extremely realistic country.

Unfortunately, the outside is not as beautiful as they imagined.

They are like cattle and sheep migrating from the African continent. Not only will they be sucked blood and eaten by various jackals and mosquitoes along the way, but there will also be a large group of "own people" who can't get along in this country and treat them as flesh and blood food for survival.

This is reality.

Dean shook his head, dispelling the pity that had just emerged in his heart.

The road is chosen by oneself.

In the future, if he really stands up and becomes a real right to speak, he may do something for these poor compatriots, but before that, Dean chooses to respect the fate of others.

Barnaby's family lived in the affluent area of ​​Los Angeles.

Of course, they are only relatively wealthy people, probably belonging to the upper class of the middle class in Los Angeles.

A set of properties here is worth about three million U.S. dollars.

The annual house tax is 0.51%, which is not high, but it costs 15,000 to 2,000 US dollars, plus property fees, basic repairs of gardens, lawns, houses, etc., community activities, and previous contacts with neighbors, etc., living in Here, an additional expenditure of no less than $50,000 per year is required.

These are not some hidden things.

For example, if your daily performance is poor, or if you do not integrate into the circle of the community, you may even be voted out by the community committee, so in order to maintain dignity, there will be a lot of extra expenses.

These implicit unspoken rules eventually formed a class that isolated the bottom.

After Dean and the others entered the community, a group of young people were having a party here.

Young and beautiful beauties, wearing cool swimsuits, playing with water guns, and people wearing chef hats and waiters shuttled among them, helping these carefree young people with food and drinks.

In the corner, you can also see a few young men and women with ear and nose piercings and rings, hiding together and puffing clouds.

You can tell they're smoking weed without looking.

Carlo glanced at the group of young people enviously, and shrugged: "Boss, did you see that, no police here will take the initiative to arrest them. That guy Barnaby seems to have made a lot of money over the years."

Dean patted Carlo on the shoulder, pointed at the men and women who were hiding in the corner, and said with a smile, "Where do you think those people came from?"

Carlo's ability is good, and he has made great progress now. After training and training, he may be able to be alone in the future.

Carlo slowed down the car, followed Dean's gaze for a few glances, and said with some hesitation: "The temperament of the group of people who play games with them looks much different, and they look like people who have been in the slums since they were young."

Hearing this, Dean nodded: "Yes, those guys are not from this community."

Openly smoke marijuana outdoors.

This kind of person is actually very rare in the high-end community of the pseudo-rich.

Because if someone reports it, their family reputation will be affected, their popularity will be less popular, and even their family will be expelled from this circle.

"Your eyesight is much better than before." Dean praised Quakaro, and continued: "Can you guess why these guys appear here?"

Carlo didn't even think about it, just shook his head.

He is not God, how could he know why these gangsters appeared in such an incompatible upscale community.

How do you guess?

Seeing this, Dean started teaching:

"You have to learn to take the initiative to obtain the information that your surroundings tell you, such as the handwritten signboard picture, which tells you that this is a birthday party among college classmates.

At this time, you have to ask yourself why a group of children of rich people celebrate their birthdays, and a few bad people who look bad at first sight are mixed in. "

"Provide some entertainment items to add to the fun?"

Carlo had a wretched smile on his face.

The atmosphere in the United States is severely polarized, especially high schools and universities, which are notoriously chaotic.

"No, it's not that simple."

Dean shook his head, denying Carlo's guess: "You only guessed a little bit. There will be a swimsuit party for the birthday celebration. These young people may indeed have some entertainment items in the future, but even if they want some items to add to the fun, they can't do it. Will prepare in advance instead of bringing people to the party."

"Well, boss, you know, I didn't go to college, so I don't have any idea about these routines."

Carlo gave up thinking.

"It's people." Dean shrugged and said the answer: "Only when you need to bring people, you need these bastards to join. They are like pimps, bringing some conservative foreign students who are eager to see new things or The handsome and beautiful women who came here by smuggling find an excuse to introduce this kind of party and become part of the entertainment."

Hearing the answer, Carlo frowned slightly: "I remember that there are a lot of modeling and entertainment companies in Los Angeles. These rich young people should not be so bad. Why do you have to make it so troublesome?"

"One reason is because of cleanliness.

After all, in many countries, there are not as many bad people in the United States who have been baptized by hippie culture.

Another reason is because it is cool!

Most of the foreign students have a good family environment in their own country.

It's a lot of fun to take these guys into the water and watch them rot.

Let's imagine.

A person whose level is not lower than them in his own country, or even higher, comes to a foreign country, because he is eager to integrate into the local circle, and humbles himself in front of them.

Doesn't this give them a comfortable experience of superiority?

Watching them rot afterwards can give you the twisted pleasure of ruining a good thing.

Not to mention other enjoyment. "

After finishing speaking, Dean patted the thoughtful Carlo on the shoulder: "Sight is an ability that needs to be accumulated through experience to continuously improve. You usually think more and see more."

"kindness."

Carlo nodded silently.

He is just an ordinary person with some fighting ability.

No one else would teach him these things.

Hanging out with Dean was really the best decision he had ever made in his life.

conversation room.

A whole white house with a bit of a heavy feeling appeared in front of the two of them.

Carlo found a place to stop the car, took out his police detective card and pinned it to his chest: "Boss, number one hundred and three, we're here."

It was also his first time at the Barnabys' house.

After getting off.

Dean first glanced at the mailbox standing on the side of the road, his eyebrows frowned.

Residents of the United States often receive various bills, receipts, and letters, so they generally have the habit of checking their mailboxes every day.

But the mailbox outside lawyer Barnaby's house is full at the moment.

This mailbox is about the size of an adult's torso, and it's not small. Even if Barnaby didn't set the receiving address at the law firm he opened, the mailbox wouldn't be able to reach this level within a few days.

Moreover, Barnaby has a lot of business and receives more letters every day, so it is unlikely that he will set the inbox address at his residence.

Therefore, Barnaby probably hasn't been back for a long time.

"Carlo."

Dean grabbed Carlo who was about to ring the doorbell, and said seriously, "When was the last time you saw Barnaby?"

Although Carlo didn't know why Dean asked this, he still said honestly: "Barnaby took the initiative to find us the day after we found the deceased Yu Linfen, and the specific time was six days ago."

"Six days.."

Dean mumbled something in his mind.

The deceased, Yu Linfen, was suspected to have a gang background and laundered money for the Huaqing Gang, a Chinese gang. He died suddenly. Either he was assassinated by a rival gang, or he was involved in some other dangerous matter.

Considering that Barnaby was deeply involved with Chinese black intermediaries, and was also the personal lawyer of the deceased Yu Linfen.

He suspected that Barnaby, the lawyer, had already been killed at home, and there might even be someone waiting in his residence!

For safety reasons.

Dean still asked Carlo to take out the pistol and open the safety.

Carlo is a man of persuasion.

Seeing that Boss Dean was so serious, he realized that the situation was wrong. He not only followed suit immediately, but also went back to the car, mended a body armor, and straddled a semi-automatic rifle on his waist by the way.

If there is no one on the side of the road.

Anyone who sees his attire at first glance will think that this is a thug who is preparing to violently invade other people's private areas.

After feeling a little bit more secure.

Carlo looked at Dean and asked if he could come forward.

"Go and ring the bell."

Dean is currently suspended, and he is considered to be assisting in solving the case, so he did not draw his gun.

Carlo took a deep breath, walked up the steps, and rang the doorbell.

at this time.

A creepy feeling came over Dean.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed Carlo and threw him backwards. At the same time, he jumped down the steps and curled up in a standard embarrassing posture of a wild goose falling on the sand and a vicious dog hunting for food.

next moment.

boom~

Countless sawdust splashed out from the gate, and the orange flames raged, tearing apart most of the outer wall of the house, and at the same time, with a circle of air shock waves visible to the naked eye, it swept in all directions and shattered the glass of several nearby houses.

buzz buzz~

Dean resisted the not-so-serious tinnitus and got up from the ground, looking at the mess around him with an ugly expression.

His guess came true!

Someone set up an explosive mechanism in the house!