“...”

"The predecessor was so handsome, how could he choose to be a robber?"

"Aren't you afraid of being taken by those old blacks?"

Dean looked at his angular face in the rearview mirror, feeling a little depressed.

This body should be mixed-race.

With black hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and a thick skeleton, the overall body shape is more Westerner, but there are no coarse pores and rich body hair of Westerners.

From Dean's point of view.

Going to be a duck or a model is obviously more promising than being a robber or gangster.

The days of licking blood from the knife are not easy.

Most of them are just sewer rats.

Now Dean only hopes that his predecessor is not too deeply involved with those gangsters, so that he has a way back and can be an ordinary person who can stand in the sun.

The pickup truck traveled south, and after driving for half an hour, it finally came out of the forest path.

Dean's head grew dizzy.

In his mind, the memories of the two began to collide and merge, making his cognition much duller.

In this case, it is not advisable to continue driving.

Dean slapped himself in the face, stimulated by the pain, to clear his mind.

The predecessor had just robbed the bank, and now the situation is unknown, and it is not suitable for living in a hotel.

He glanced around, saw that there were no vehicles in front of him, and simply turned the steering wheel and drove out into the wilderness.

Moment.

The car drove into a low-lying area and stopped in an area away from the road.

Dean locked the window, narrowed his eyes, and slowly fell into a deep sleep...

...

Airplanes~

Airplanes~

Dean opened his eyes a little confused, subconsciously took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the connect button: "Who?" ”

"Dean?"

On the other end of the phone, a crisp female voice came.

Hear someone calling their name.

The confusion in Dean's eyes gradually dissipated, and he focused on his phone.

He shook his still heavy brain.

This voice, somewhat familiar, seems to be its owner, important to the predecessor!

Dean realizes that he hasn't fully fused the memories of his predecessor.

He couldn't figure out who the other party was, so he had to vaguely say, "Huh? ”

"Dean, you haven't called me in a long time, is it convenient to answer the phone now?"

The female voice is very gentle.

Is this woman the girlfriend of her predecessor?

Dean has a bit of a big head.

He continued to blur and said, "Well, there's no one else around!"

How do you know, he said so.

On the other side of the phone, his tone immediately became serious: "Dean, what is the situation on your side, according to the regulations, you must contact me once every three days to report the situation, but now you haven't taken the initiative to contact me for five days, I think you sacrificed!" ”

Dean:???

Ordinance?

Sacrifice?

Dean reacted quickly: "Hey, you know, the regulations are dead, but on my side, there will always be unexpected situations, by the way, you should be in a hurry to find me, right?" ”

There was a moment of silence and continued: "Very important thing! ”

"I want you to use Nathan's line to find out about the recent bank robbery!

That money is a transfer from Councillor Snett's family, and if you can get a clue, it will be very easy for you to enter the "Robbery-Murder Division" (Serious Crime Unit)..."

Dean was stunned.

Robbery - Murder Division!

Bank Robbery!

!

Dean looked back and looked at the back seat, which was full of two large backpacks, and he was numb...

I don't seem to be a robber, but an undercover agent!

I'm all black, so you say I'm undercover?

Seeing that the phone was silent, the woman wondered, "Dean? ”

Dean came back to his senses, rubbed his still aching brain, and said tentatively: "It's a bit difficult, you know, I'm not black after all, and I can't fit into their circle yet." ”

"Dean!"

The female voice said in a stern tone: "I'm not consulting with you, this is an order!" ”

"But..."

"No, but!"

The woman directly interrupted Dean's words, and her voice softened: "Dean, you don't want your internship to fail, do you?" When the time comes, not to mention the Los Angeles Police Department, the surrounding area will not want you to be a rookie who will be fired during the internship period! ”

Dean:...

This's threatening words sound a little weird.

Moreover, with these millions, it is a big deal for me to live in a different state, who rarely enters the "robbery-murder division"!

Free America, shootouts every day!

Dean didn't have the idea of working for Lao Mei.

He coped perfunctorily: "... Well, I got it. ”

"Well, I'm waiting for your good news."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

“... An undercover agent who is not taken seriously. ”

Dean pondered for a moment, rubbed his still heavy head, and his eyelids began to droop, unable to resist the constant confusion and sleepiness in his mind, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Countless fragments of memory came crashing in.

In his sleep, Dean begins to experience another life for Dean...

...

The other side.

Los Angeles Police Department, Anti-Crime and Drug Enforcement Division.

Eve put down her phone and looked at Dean's profile on the desktop, her pretty brow furrowed.

This chess piece gave her a bad feeling.

Don't look at Eve's stern tone on the phone, in fact, she doesn't have many ways to get rid of Dean.

At the beginning, she was able to persuade Dean, a rookie, to go undercover, because the other party took the initiative to come to the door and wanted to go to the "Robbery-Murder Division".

Besides.

Eve had no other way to get hold of Dean.

The other party only needs to give up the police identity, or give up the police identity of the regional police departments around Los Angeles, and can go to other state police departments to submit their resumes.

After all, in the United States, police are just a profession.

"Looks like I'm going to have to find a way to better control this rookie!"

A cold glint flashed in Eve's eyes.

In principle, bank robbery cases are not the responsibility of the "Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Department".

But this time the bank robbery case involved Councillor Snett.

Once the help is cracked.

It will be easy for her to take over as the captain of the soon-to-be-retired team!

This is a great opportunity!

She had to get her hands on it!

And Dean is the only person she can use quietly as the vice-captain.

As long as the other party can get a little information about the bank robbery, he can intervene openly, gain the favor of Councilor Snet, and break into that upper circle!

Thinking of this, Eve set her sights on Dean's address...

...

A ray of early morning sunlight shines through the car window onto Dean's closed eyes.

Uh-huh~

Dean snorted and slowly opened his eyes.

In his mind, the memories of the two people intersected and fused with each other, as if two people lived in one body.

Sluggish for a while.

Dean's eyes shone again.

He looked at the strange and familiar face in the rearview mirror, rubbed his cheek with his hand, and squeezed out a stiff smile: "From now on, I am Dean, a Dean who is determined to join the "Robbery-Murder Division" in Los Angeles in order to investigate the truth about his father's death!" ”

Of course, this is the idea of the predecessor.

Dean has no feelings for his predecessor's family.

He didn't want to be a police detective either.

Just to be on the safe side, though.

He needs to get rid of the hidden dangers left by the fool of his predecessor!

Dean touched the cold gun on his waist, started the car, changed direction, and drove towards Los Angeles...

PS：

The Robbery-Murder Division is actually the Serious Crime Unit.

The Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Division is actually an anti-crime unit.

These are all written by the author in order to increase the sense of substitution, and the Los Angeles Police Department of Cha belongs to the department under the Police Detective Bureau, and has its own division of police ranks, which will be written little by little later.