A man came in from the office.

Lawrence and Harry, they'll introduce Dean once.

These people are all masters of stepping on points.

Nine o'clock sharp.

Dean has already gotten to know the people of the Fourth Squadron, except for the captain who has not yet played.

Maybe it's because I brought it early.

Everyone's first impression of Dean was good.

It doesn't matter if you eat it or not.

At least this newcomer's attitude of wanting to fit in here is put out, and the follow-up will depend on his ability.

Nine twenty o'clock.

Everyone skillfully shrunk down at their workstations to fish.

Dean is now a newcomer, and he needs the captain to arrange an interview with him, go through the process, and then follow the logistics to get a detective card, guns, and so on.

But now the captain hasn't come to work yet.

Dean, who had no facts, sat next to Harry: "Harry, don't we need to have a meeting?" ”

Harry skillfully turned on the computer game, and said without looking back: "Man, meetings are just a formality, you have to get used to these, and generally only when the case is not solved, we will have a meeting, but we haven't received a case for half a month." ”

"All broken?"

"It's all in the streets..."

Harry sighed and tossed a file bag into Dean's hand: "I came in three months before you and went through three cases.

A murder of his wife.

When we passed, we happened to collect the body of the murderer.

A headless male corpse case in a hotel.

The body was sealed by special means and hidden under the mattress, because of the long time, we didn't even know the identity of the male corpse, let alone solve the case.

There was also a case of burglary rape and homicide.

We investigated the whole scene and found no useful traces, we investigated the relationship around the deceased, and we didn't find anyone who had the time to commit the crime, in my experience, this case is very likely to be thrown into the archives to eat ashes. ”

"Is it so hard to solve the case?" Dean was a little surprised.

"Look at luck~" Harry handed Dean a cigarette: "If there are traces to follow, the probability of solving the case is okay, but many of them are crimes of passion between strangers, it's okay to have monitoring, no monitoring, no witnesses, it is difficult for us to find the murderer from the vast sea of people, and even if we do, there is a high probability that there is no evidence to convict the other party in the end." ”

"Yes, in fact, many homicide cases will become unsolved cases, waiting for the day when a stupid person who is suddenly caught will take the initiative to confess what he has committed." Lawrence also leaned over from the side, rubbing a cigarette by the way.

"That doesn't sound good~", Dean muttered.

He's here to solve cases and become stronger, not to fish... It's also very comfortable to touch the fish.

But if he stays in the 4th Squadron of the 'Robbery and Homicide Division', which is like this every day, he might as well become a patrol officer.

At least the patrol officers have a lot of bad things to deal with every day, and they can gain some experience.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, it is still meat, which is better than nothing.

Lawrence spat out a smoke ring with a pleasant expression: "Dean, you seem to want to solve the case?" ”

Hear this.

Harry was dissatisfied: "Hey, Lawrence, who doesn't want to solve the case for a promotion and a raise?" You old men like to lie down and fish every day, but I'm worried that if this continues, our 4th Squadron will be fired. ”

Their salaries are paid by the City of Los Angeles.

If you don't do anything, it's not impossible to be laid off.

"A police detective is just a job, so why worry about this, if it's a job, you may be fired." Lawrence wasn't worried.

"Yes." Harry shrugged: "When the time comes, it's a big deal for me to drive a truck, and the salary of driving a truck is much higher than it is now..."

Dean: "..."

He had no desire to speak, just took a deep puff of his cigarette.

That's not good.

One morning.

The three of them shrank in the corner, spitting clouds and mist.

At noon.

Deputy Hunter, representing the 4th Squadron of the 'Robbery and Homicide Division', invited Dean to the cafeteria for a meal, which was an official welcome to him.

This is a fifty-three-year-old black old man, who speaks without hurry or slowness, giving people a sense of calm and calm.

"Thanks for the hospitality, vice."

Dean turned his grief into an appetite and ate a steak for three in one sitting, now satisfied.

"Looks like you're comfortable with our rhythm here."

"It's not bad, living a fifty-year-old life in my twenties, and taking less detours for thirty years." Dean pointed.

"Hahaha."

Old Hunter understood what Dean meant, and laughed.

He has been a police officer for more than 30 years, and he is an out-and-out old fritter, not necessarily strong, but he has a hand in looking at people.

Old Hunter could feel a sense of momentum in Dean's heart.

The 4th squadron needed such lads.

He got up and reassured: "Dean, the fourth squadron, has just been established for half a year, and many suitable cases will not reach us at all, we need to wait for an opportunity, do you understand?" ”

"Okay."

Dean nodded.

He was ready to take another look.

If this continues to be the case, let Eve transfer him back.

In the afternoon.

Old Hunter assigned a desk to Dean, just behind Harry, and by the way, asked Daisy, who took him to apply for a police detective card, and by the way, received a police pistol and a set of heavy body armor.

If there is a need.

Dean can also buy his own guns for reimbursement, or get submachine guns such as tactical shotguns, M4s, and MP5s for fire support.

Since the incident of dozens of policemen being pressed and beaten by several robbers with heavy weapons, the authority of the entire police force to use guns has been much more relaxed.

Dean dropped the body armor under his desk and played with the pistol he had received.

He received an M1911, 45 caliber, using 11.43mm bullets, the effective range is not long, but the performance is stable and powerful, which is very much to Dean's liking.

Harry turned his head: "Man, I thought you'd get a revolver, like this one." ”

He peeked out of his waist with his revolver: "Like a cowboy, drawing a gun in an instant and firing rapidly ... It's cool to think about. ”

"Perhaps, but there are too few revolvers."

As he spoke, Dean pressed his hand, and the pistol in his hand turned into a pile of parts and spread all over the table.

"Wow, cool~", Harry was directly stunned by this scene.

Dean smiled, didn't speak, and lowered his head to take care of his firearm.

Except for pistols.

He also received a shoulder strap holster, gun oil, cloth, four base magazines, and a uniform, but there was no suitable size, and Dean could only continue to wait for the notice.

As a police detective though.

Except for some important occasions, they usually do not need to wear uniforms, and they can match clothes at will, which is equivalent to plain clothes.

Harry was very fond of Dean's demolition methods: "Dean, my dear fellow, I think we can go to the shooting range after work, our police detective department has a cooperative shooting range, the price is cheap, you can have a good time." ”

Hearing this, Dean's heart moved.

That's fine.

He had yet to test the power of a pistol after he had mastered it.

Dean agreed.

Just when everyone thought that they were going to get off work so happily today, the captain of the fourth squadron finally came to the office.

He also brought an unfortunate piece of news.

Overtime!