Harry rarely travels far away.

On the plane, he was slightly excited, looking left and right.

Gradually.

Harry noticed something was wrong.

He patted Dean, who was silent all the way and was wearing sunglasses to pretend to sleep: "Man, why do I seem to see me as a black man on this flight?" ”

Dean turned his head, pulled his sunglasses, and glanced around with a mock look on his face, "It seems like this, why?" ”

In fact, he already knew what virtue was on the Texas side.

Texas is a place where the old white left is concentrated, and there is serious discrimination, and the mulatto Mexicans are okay, so it's no wonder.

Blacks just...

However, along the way, he may need a helper, Lawrence has scruples and is inconvenient, so Dean has to fool Harry to follow.

I hope that the police sent by the Texas bureau will take into account the identity of Detective Harry and will not make the scene very stiff.

Come to think of it.

Dean took the precautionary shot in advance: "By the way, Harry, we don't have law enforcement power this time, and we don't carry weapons, when we get there, if you encounter something wronged, bear with it first, I will help you get back to the field, I swear!" ”

Harry spared: "Well, I don't know why, I feel even more weird when you say that, and I have a bad premonition." ”

Harry, you feel so accurate.

Dean smiled and put his sunglasses back on.

...

Four hours later.

Del Rio Airport.

In a group of taxi drivers snatching passengers, Dean notices an old white man holding a sign with his and Harry's names written on it.

Dean immediately walked over with Harry, who was looking around, and greeted the old man: "Del Rio Branch? ”

When the old man saw Dean, he put down the sign and muttered, "I really don't understand why you came here, it's really troublesome." ”

"My best brother is a Texan, and he always said that there is the best wine and women here, and I was always suspicious." , Dean shook the old man's hand: "But when I smell the wine on you, I know he didn't lie to me." ”

This old man, drunk driver.

Day!

The old man was amused by Dean's words: "Yes, your brother didn't lie to you, I'm Marago, a senior police officer at the del Rio precinct, I like your character very much, we must go for a drink in the evening!" ”

"I'm Detective Dean and I'm looking forward to the evening." , Dean also laughed.

After a few words, the two became eager.

Harry on the side is not willing to be lonely and wants to join.

"Wow, man, did you come here drinking?" Harry looked familiar and stretched out his hand to Marago: "I'm Detective Harry, old man, when I smell your wine, I feel that we have a common language." ”

"Fuck off, nigger!" When Marago saw Harry, his face changed, he glared at him, and looked at Dean with some dissatisfaction: "Detective Dean, don't tell me, this is also the person sent by your police detective bureau, don't they know that are not welcome here!" ”

Harry froze.

Since becoming a police detective, he hadn't heard anyone call him a in a long time.

The key person is actually a police officer.

Dean was equally speechless.

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

It seems that the reason for Del Rio's proximity to the border has made the members of the sub-bureau here more deeply influenced by the white left culture.

He hurriedly stood between Malago and Harry: "Marago, Harry is a very good police detective and has a lot of connections in Los Angeles, so there is no need to be so stiff." ”

Malago smiled disdainfully: "Whatever you want, I won't let him sit in the front seat of my car anyway, but the back seat of the car is okay, where I usually use it to pull prisoners!" ”

“FK！”

Even with Dean's early vaccination, Harry still couldn't help it.

He raised his fist and was about to punch the old thing.

As soon as Dean grabbed Harry's fist, his expression also turned cold, and he looked at Marago: "It's not too early, let's go to the Del Rio branch earlier." ”

"Humph!"

Marago snorted coldly: "Dean, I take back my previous evaluation, all white people who mix with blacks are stupid, you don't have a few hairs on your body, you don't deserve to drink with me, drink milk!" ”

With that, he turned to leave.

This old thing!

A cold glint flashed in Dean's eyes, and he whispered to Harry, "Harry, bear with it first, and when you're done, I'll help you teach this bastard a lesson." ”

"Okay." Harry also remembered that he didn't even have a gun now, and wilted.

He now finally knew what Lawrence meant.

The first day of homesickness.

FK！

...

The airport is more than a hundred miles away from the del Rio precinct.

Harry shrugged his head, didn't say a word, and sat in the back seat blocked by the iron railing.

He believed in Dean.

For safety reasons, Dean sat in the passenger seat.

In this way, once the old thing Malago comes out of the moth, he can take over the other party as soon as possible.

Marago may have mistaken Dean for a pure-blooded white man, so he didn't resist.

Because of the previous verbal conflict.

Along the way, the car was a little dull.

This old guy has a nasty personality, but he acts wildly.

An M4 was dropped under his seat, next to two empty Texas beers, and Marago clutched a whiskey bottle in his right hand.

Someone else drives and smokes a cigarette at most.

Every few minutes, Marago gets a sip of whiskey.

If it weren't for the wide lanes on this side, there would be few vehicles and people.

For the sake of safety, Dean will choose to drive on his own initiative no matter what.

As the vehicle drifts away.

The surrounding environment is becoming more and more barren, looking at the eyes, all of them are earthy yellow Gobi, and occasionally seeing a plant will make people's eyes shine.

This kind of scene is very similar to the opening scene in some bloody horror movies.

Probably boring too.

From the box next to him, Marago tossed Dean a palm-sized glass wine bottle: "You look like Italian and Roman descent, but you have a little less hair on your body, which doesn't look manly at all." ”

As he spoke, he ripped off his shirt, revealing his chest full of 'pandas'.

Dean considered that he would have to rely on the help of the police here, and before leaving, it was not appropriate to make the relationship too stiff, and did not refuse Malago's kindness.

He casually ripped off the lid of the wine, smothered the wine in a sip, and then spat out a large mouthful of rich wine: "The wine is good, if it is cold, it will be more to my taste." ”

Marago looked at the empty bottle and was dumbfounded: "FK, this is not beer, man, I'll admit I said the wrong thing, you're not a soft egg." ”

Dean just wanted to say something.

Bang~

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire that spread over the wilderness.

A bullet hit the left side mirror of the police car.

"Enemy attack!"

Malago reacted very quickly, and with a very sophisticated turn of the steering wheel, the police car drifted into a low-lying area on the side of the road, and at the same time grabbed the M4 under the seat, and without looking, fired back in the direction where the bullet came from.

Click-and-click.

Marago's face was fanatical: "Haha, I must have met a panicked stowaway, Dean, call for support, I have to make a great contribution today!" ”

The other party probably mistakenly thought that he was a police officer who was tracking, so he would shoot.

Just a rifle!

Marago is fearless!

He tossed the pager to Dean, kicked the car door, and ducked outside, ready to pin down the enemy.

The next moment.

Click~

Dozens of bullets, fired from several directions, splattered the dust from the impact of the grass in front of Marago.

There were at least four of the enemy, and all of them were armed with rifles!

“FK！”

Marago's heart sank, and his old red face, full of alcohol, turned fierce, and while fighting back, he shouted: "Dean, drive away, I'll cover you!" ”

I'm afraid it's a problem this time!

I hope that after today, I will have the opportunity to drink the beer brewed by my daughter...