"Man, this... This joke is not funny at all! Looking at the blades, needles, and pistols in front of him, the elite lawyer lost his sharp words in the past, and stammered when he spoke.

"Jokes?"

The smile on Dean's face dissipated little by little: "Why do you think this is a joke, just because you are a guild lawyer?" ”

Touch!

The chair falls to the ground.

The poor lawyer, who had no power to resist, was choked by Dean with one hand by the neck, and the whole person slipped up and stared in the air.

He grabbed Dean's hand with both hands, his eyes full of horror.

Lunatic!

That's a madman!

I actually shot myself at the police detective bureau!

Damn, I can't breathe!

This moment.

Countless thoughts crossed the mind of the long-established lawyer, and finally all settled on the non-lit surveillance light in the interrogation room.

Now here, in the blind spot of monitoring!!

This is accompanied by rapid depletion of oxygen in the lawyer's body.

Frightened.

In just ten seconds, the whole face of this decently dressed lawyer was forced to turn red by the unobstructed blood, like a prawn that had been cooked all the time, and his expression was hideous.

Amodeo, who was on the side, was even more frightened by the scene in front of him.

He wanted to run.

But the cuffed hands fixed him to the chair, and he couldn't move at all.

Amodeo could only curl his head back, praying that Dean wouldn't notice him.

At this moment, where is the tyranny of the time of crime.

At the moment when the lawyer thought he was going to die.

Bang~

Dean suddenly let go of his hand.

The lawyer fell to the ground, clutching his throat and coughing violently, breathing heavily, despite the splattering saliva and runny nose.

Survived!

"Don't say I won't give you a chance." Dean threw the pistol in his hand in front of the lawyer: "Either shoot me, or tell me, who asked you to be Almodeo's lawyer!" ”

Elections are approaching.

The head of the Los Angeles Truckers Association, unless his head is full of, will let the lawyer in front of him defend the murderer of the previous serial murder.

As soon as the news spread.

The head of the Los Angeles Truckers Guild is about to step down on the spot!

"No!" , the lawyer hurriedly climbed back.

He's not stupid.

This gun can't be fired 100%, as long as you touch it, leave fingerprints, and you will die in vain!

"You let me go, I won't defend Amodeo, you can do whatever you want to him, let me go, I'll leave immediately, and I'm willing to sign a confidentiality agreement on this matter!" The lawyer fell to his knees, crying and begging for mercy.

The confidence of these people is only effective for those who follow the rules.

But Dean in front of him, no matter how you look at it, looks like a pervert!

"It's hard for me to do this if you don't cooperate with my treatment." Dean shook his head regretfully: "But I admire people with professional ethics, since you don't want to speak, I won't force you." ”

There is light in the lawyer's eyes again!

He lay on the ground, staring at Dean, hoping to hear from the mouth of the madman that he was willing to let him go.

Look at the light of hope that ignites in the lawyer's eyes.

Dean grinned, his eyes full of disregard for life, "So, until I finish treating Amodeo, Mr. Lawyer, think of the epitaph for you and your family, and take it as your reward for keeping your mouth shut." ”

The glint of hope in the lawyer's eyes broke.

The door to the interrogation room must be opened from the outside.

The guns on the ground are definitely a trap.

This madman in front of him was not ready to give him a way to live, and even threatened him with the lives of his whole family!

This moment.

The lawyer's heart was full of despair.

Because, when he opened his mouth, it was the same ending!

"Ahhh

The lawyer suddenly howled and rushed up from the ground, and instead of rushing to Dean, he pounced on Amaudio, who was shrunk into an ostrich: "FK, you, you bastard hurt me, die!" ”

Touch~

Didn't wait for him to get close to Amodeo.

Dean kicked him away, "Think again." ”

With that, Dean ignored the lawyer lying on the ground, grabbed Amodeo's hair, and pulled his head down, forcing him to face himself.

From the time Amodeo was captured until now, he has not rested for a moment, his spirit has been in a tense state, and his eyes are bloodshot.

He looked at Dean in horror.

Damn it.

Isn't this the territory of the Detective Bureau!

This madman openly abuses prisoners here, and even threatens lawyers, is there still human rights in this world, is there still a law!

"Tut-tut." Dean picked up a piece of paper and slowly covered his face: "Mr. Amodeo, I'm sorry to see you here, I originally thought that the murderer who could abuse three women would be a good treatment patient, but your current performance is too disappointing for me." ”

Call~

Amodeo hurriedly blew the paper off his face: "I was forced, if I don't do that, Bill will kill me!" ”

"Really?"

Dean was not in a hurry, bent down and picked up the water bottle under Amodeo, and said in the same tone as Amodeo:

"Nope! I haven't had enough of it! ”

“... Got it, butcher, it's been a pleasure working with you, and I'm looking forward to the next game..."

Hear these words.

Amodeo's pupils constricted violently, and his heart almost went into arrest!

Damn it!

Wasn't that the last call he had with Bill?

Dean looked at Amodeo, who was terrified, and knew what to expect.

He continued to stimulate:

"Amodeo, it's hard to say that they didn't tell you, we have installed listening software on Bill's mobile phone a long time ago...

Oh yes.

The reason why you were arrested so quickly is because the 'good Samaritan' reported your location.

I guess they fooled you, saying that they would arrange everything to make you okay, and you were stupid enough to tie your hands and catch you? ”

Amodeo gritted his teeth.

No, it won't!

Lucifer handed over such an important matter to me, it was impossible for me to send me to death on his own initiative!

The madman in front of him.

You must be lying to me!

Frightened to the limit!

The tyranny in Amodeo's heart rose instead.

He glared at Dean viciously: "Who are you, I swear, I must kill you, and then kill all the opposite sex in your family!" ”

Dean's face sank: "Very good, the treatment has begun, by the way, my name is Dean, I met Satan, don't forget!" ”

"Dean!"

"You're Dean!"

Amodeo's eyes almost jumped out of their sockets, turning into flames that burned Dean to ashes: "Bastard, I... Woo~"

Plug Amodeo's mouth with paper.

With a blank face, Dean picked up a thin piece of paper and wet it, covering Amodeo's face.

With Amodeo's rapid breathing.

The soft, absorbent paper suddenly fit tightly near his nose.

Loss of oxygen intake.

Amodeo struggled frantically, but his hands couldn't get rid of the handcuffs...

Sheets of fine paper are covered, and layers of ice water are infected.

Not for a while.

Amodeo convulsed, and a foul stench came from beneath him.

He was incontinent.

Side.

The lawyer, who was struggling to fight with Dean with a gun, looked at the miserable Amodeo, choked up on his saliva, and said weakly: "I said, I said, it was the Dagger Gang who asked me to defend Amodeo!" ”

"Very well, Mr. Lawyer, it seems that your treatment is very effective." , Dean squatted down: "Say, what's the situation with the Dagger Gang!" ”

The Truckers Guild belongs to the Great Guild of America.

In the early years, it was actually a gangster.

Now it's just whitewashing.

Ordinary gangs do not dare to make a move against the lawyers of the truck guild at all.

Especially when the elections are approaching.

The lawyer glanced at Amaudio, who was barely moving, and said very quickly: "The Dagger Gang is the largest violent gang in Los Angeles, they threaten my family's life, I don't dare to refuse at all, as long as you protect my family, I am willing to come forward to testify against the Dagger Gang!" ”

Knowing the goal.

Dean picked up the plastic pen on one side, removed the refill, plunged it into Amodeo's throat, and punched him in the chest.

Call~

The fishy air flow immediately rushed out of the barrel of the pen.

Amodeo is alive again.

Do it all.

Dean took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff and threw it to the lawyer, and in his blank gaze, he took out his police detective card, pointed to the police badge on it, and said, "Remember, this is the biggest violent gang in Los Angeles, and you will be glad that you received my treatment today." ”

With that, he picked up the pistol and the items on the table, and walked out towards the door of the interrogation room, which had been opened.

In fact, the lawyer really helped Almodeo, which is really a dead end.

The Dagger Gang will be wiped out.

The truck guild that reacted would not let him go.

Behind.

The lawyer looked at Dean's back as he left, picked up the cigarette on the ground, stuffed it in his mouth, and after a few puffs, whispered, "Thank you, Detective Dean." ”

He understood what Dean meant.

Just before that.

He didn't have a choice...

...

Outside the interrogation room.

Anthony looked at Dean with a complicated expression: "You're more than I thought... Wild. ”

He was going to say crazy perverted.

It's really Dean's performance in it just now, it doesn't look like a performance at all, it's more like showing his true face.

"Thanks for the compliment." , Dean leaned against the wall: "The Dagger Gang in the lawyer's mouth should be involved in the Lucifer Game Organization, and on Amodeo's side, I can see that he seems to think that Lucifer's people have deceived him, so I suspect that he was arrested with a purpose." ”

"I know." Anthony took out a cigarette and stuffed it into Dean's mouth and lit it for him with his own hands: "I guess there is something wrong with this lawyer, but I don't care." ”

"Why?" , Dean wondered.

Anthony was relieved to see Dean like this.

In the interrogation room, Dean did not look like a 21-year-old young man who had just come out of the police academy for half a year, but a seasoned torturer and a butcher who was indifferent to life.

It's only now that it's back normally.

Anthony thought for a moment and explained, "Because he represents the Truckers Guild."

Dean, do more wrong, do less wrong.

There are many, many factions in the FBI.

I'd rather listen to the above and pretend not to know, so that if something goes wrong afterwards, there will be a truck guild to blame.

But if I interfered.

The unlucky ones are me and the newcomers below me.

This is politics, and that's the first lesson I taught you. ”

He stretched out his palm: "Reacquaint, Anthony Morgan, an old fritter of the FBI, is also a rookie trainer, and there is currently a lack of someone who can inherit my abilities, I am very optimistic about you, Dean." ”

Dean stretched out his hand: "Dean Lee, a well-hidden rookie detective, Anthony, are you sure you can take me?" ”

"I have personally taught more than 300 cadets, some of whom have died, some of whom have quit, but many more, scattered across various departments throughout the United States, forming a special network of contacts."

Anthony shook Dean's hand and said in a serious tone: "Dean, this is the second lesson I taught you, come out and mix, first have background and connections, and finally ability!" Think about it, and when I'm done dealing with Amodeo, I'll give you the information from Bill and teach you a third lesson by the way. ”

"Well, I'm going to a good friend's funeral too, but I'm curious what the third lesson is."

"Kill them all!"

Anthony's sunken eyes revealed a gloomy coldness: "You must remember that many criminals, once they are caught and lose everything, will form an obsession with revenge, and our family is the best catharsis target!" ”

He looked Dean in the eye: "So once you catch those murderous criminals who have a chance to get out of prison, you must learn to deal with them reasonably, and don't leave hidden dangers for yourself and your family!" ”

Dean maintained the last reserve on his face: "Mr. Anthony, I'm looking forward to the third lesson!" ”

With that, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

it!

This old man has too much appetite!

Dean seemed to be unfazed at this time, but in fact, he was already howling inside.

Connections, but also appetite.

Dean made up his mind.

After attending Maas's funeral, he got to the little old man Anthony.

Hug your thighs, don't chill.