"Woo~"

Eve's eyes widened, and she was forced to swallow.

She choked.

Call~

Dean let out a long sigh of depression.

The anger is vented.

It's all boring.

He took out the savings card in the law enforcement instrument, threw the machine to Eve, who was wiping the corners of his mouth, sat aside, and leisurely lit a cigarette after the fact, spitting out clouds.

Eve gave him a blank look, and after tidying up her appearance, she said, "Okay, Dean, I think we have re-established friendly trust, now can you tell me about the stolen money?" ”

"Of course."

Dean crossed his legs, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said comfortably: "The matter is very simple, the bank cash truck was robbed by Nathan's group. ”

"Councilor Snet's family is obviously not very tight-lipped, and at Jenny's striptease bar, they told the situation about the cash truck, and after Nathan and others found out, they planned the robbery."

Eve couldn't help but lose her mind as she looked at Dean's face looming in the smoke.

Why didn't you find out before, this rookie is so manly?

I just don't know how effective it is to fight with real knives and guns...

Come to think of it.

Eve actually had a vague expectation in her heart.

She licked her lips and approached Dean with a mist in her eyes, "Then how did all this money get to you?" Dean, you know, these need to be well reported. ”

Dean keenly sensed that something was wrong with Eve in front of him.

He shrank back a little uncomfortably, and said with an unchanged expression:

Nathan's small gang learned about the Morgan Bank's cash truck through the Dancing Girl and robbed the bank.

Coincidentally.

The Eve deputy team of the "Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Division", the undercover agent arranged, trainee police officer Dean, has just broken into the interior of this small gang.

Nathan's group fled to the forest hut with the stolen money, ready to divide the spoils, but because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, they killed each other.

In the end, all the bandits died.

Unfortunately, the wooden house was turned into ashes by the ignited gasoline.

And our lucky one, Dean went undercover, and without much effort, he brought back the stolen money and handed it over to his superior, Eve's deputy team! ”

"What do you think of the report?"

Eve nodded obediently, "Reasonable." ”

"That's good."

Dean got up and returned Eve's gun to her: "The location of the wooden house, I will send it to you by text message, and I will leave it to you here, as for my position change, I will talk about it when the case is closed." ”

With that, Dean prepared to leave.

The way Eve looked at him, something was getting more and more wrong.

He didn't want to ask for trouble anymore.

"Dean, wait."

Eve hurriedly stopped in front of Dean: "Dean, I know the life of an undercover agent, which makes you very stressed. ”

Dean frowned slightly: "What do you want to say?" ”

She ruffled her hair, looked at Dean with a seductive look, licked her lips, and said, "I mean, you need to release the pressure." ”

Boy.

It's a once-eaten but not enjoyable, and you still want to use it?

Beautiful you!

Dean, who wears pants, always speaks hard.

He pushed the hairy Eve away, with a serious and decent expression: "Vice Eve!" Please respect yourself!! I am a self-conscious man!! ”

With that, Dean left the apartment without looking back.

“fk“

Eve was ruthlessly rejected, annoyed and angry, and directly broke the defense, scolding at Dean's back...

...

Leave the apartment.

Dean walked aimlessly down the street.

He had just discovered something very serious and deadly: he had no money!

Eve came too suddenly.

Before Dean could do anything, more than 3 million US dollars were all stolen money.

The police station pays salaries every half a month.

And there is still more than a week before the next paycheck.

He is now covered in the whole body, and the total is less than two hundred dollars, and he is a real poor bastard.

"I didn't expect that I would also have a day when I was short of money."

Dean leaned against the corner of the street with some headaches, wondering if he could make some money on the fly.

He cherishes his current status as a good citizen.

Some money-making methods that will bring hidden dangers will be passed directly.

But... In addition to murder, arson, robbery.

Dean can't think of any other way to make money...

You can't be a duck yourself!

Dean covered his forehead in anguish.

There is no way to open source, so you can only throttle.

The house is unaffordable to rent.

In addition, you can also find Eve to get reimbursement of previous rent and living expenses.

This didn't fund her undercover agency before...

A penny is hard to beat a hero.

Dean was forced to weigh up.

He thought about it and found that it was still the most suitable for his current situation.

Do what you think.

Dean took out his phone, found Sheila's number and dialed it.

"Dean?"

On the other end of the phone, the voice of her mother, Sheila, came.

The other party should be making breakfast, and the juicer can be heard.

Dean opened his mouth and said a little unnaturally, "Hey, Mom, good morning." ”

"No, I'm not good at all."

"What's wrong?"

"Because my precious son, since his internship, not only has he moved out, but he won't make a phone call back for many days."

Sheila's voice was visibly unpleasant.

"I'm sorry, Mom, you know, I've been working on a case these days, but now that the case is over, I'll come back to see you in the evening."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

"That's good, I'll make your favorite pan-fried bacon in advance, and don't forget to promise the gift to Thompson and Sinclair, they've been talking about it for a long time."

"Okay, Mom."

Dean hung up, a little distracted.

He was an orphan in his previous life, and at a very young age, he was taken from a welfare home by the organization and trained to become a professional scavenger.

Family, to him, is a very unfamiliar word.

For evening meet-ups.

Dean was apprehensive at the same time, but also a little yearning.

He took a few deep breaths, calmed down, picked up his mobile phone again, and sent the location of the forest cabin where Nathan and the others were buried to Eve, and focused on the reimbursement of his undercover expenses.

Instead of replying to the text message, Eve called directly.

She was obviously in a good mood: "Dean, the money has been brought back to the police station, and when the wooden house you said is found, the case can be closed in two days at the earliest." ”

"Vice Eve, congratulations."

"Thanks, Dean, thanks to you, I want to treat you to dinner in the evening, and by the way, talk about your need to be reimbursed for undercover expenses."

Dean rolled his eyes.

Is this a desire to eat?

Clearly trying to eat him!

He said angrily: "No need, Deputy Eve, because of the undercover matter, I haven't been back for several days, and I'm going to go home to see." ”

Eve was a little disappointed: "Okay, I'll give you two days off, and when you come back, we'll have a good chat about the reimbursement of undercover expenses." ”

Hung up the phone.

Dean reached out to the landlord again.

After he agreed not to pay rent for the next few days, the landlord readily agreed to return the deposit to Dean's account.

It was originally a temporary residence.

Dean didn't bother to go back and pack those few clothes.

He also had to buy gifts for his younger siblings.

But the next phone call.

But it completely broke his deployment.