Del Rio is a small border town in Texas.

Because there are constantly smugglers coming from the Mexican border, the security here is a bit difficult to explain.

On arrival.

Harry's eyes straightened.

A large number of Mexican women, dressed coolly and very much in line with the old black aesthetic, stood openly outside the large number of temporary wooden houses in and out of the town, waving at passing cars.

As long as you have a beautiful knife in your hand.

You can be here to vent your unknown X-fetish.

Look at Harry's anxious look.

Dean chuckled: "Harry, when you're done, it's no problem for you to call ten girls to roll the sheets with you, don't forget, you're rich now." ”

The $1,000,000 ticket is minus nearly 45% of federal and state taxes.

The legal funds received are about 550,000 US dollars.

Dean alone took 500,000 dollars.

Harry picked up $50,000 in hush money for nothing, which is equivalent to nearly eight or nine months' salary in his past.

For Harry of the Moonlight Clan, he is indeed rich now.

However, the high cost of money laundering made Dean feel heartbroken and had the idea of starting a company for the first time.

According to his somewhat vague plan.

For self-preservation and a better life.

On the surface, he will work hard to get promoted and gain power, but secretly he needs to support a small gang to connect with Eve's anti-narcotics department and grow stronger.

This process inevitably requires legal money laundering channels.

But that's just a preliminary idea.

Specifically, it should be implemented.

It is still necessary to wait for Dean to climb to a certain position, and at the same time to gather more suitable people.

Between thoughts.

The police car stopped.

Marago took a sip of wine and said a little tiredly, "Okay, we're here, let's get off." ”

The Del Rio precinct is the only precinct in the town, and the architecture is relatively rugged, with earthy tiles that make it even more shabby.

Marago led the way, and the three of them headed inside.

Along.

Malago was greeted by the police officers who were constantly cordially.

Compared to Los Angeles.

Not only are the officers here much more lazy, many of them don't even wear police uniforms, the only common trait is that they are all white, and they all have a gangster spirit that Los Angeles police officers don't have.

They're more like gang members than police officers!

Dean also noticed that many of the hairy officers had the same tattoos on their arms.

Harry followed Dean closely.

Only then will he have a sense of security.

He's too conspicuous here.

All the way.

From time to time, eyes were on him.

Fortunately, because of Marago, no one came up to trouble.

Walk through the office area.

Marago took Dean and the others to the backyard of the police force.

There are some temporary prisons left over from the seventies and eighties, which are small rooms that resemble courtyard houses and are directly enclosed by iron bars, without the slightest privacy.

In the yard.

Two shirtless, hairy men were standing in front of a fence, watching the two Mexican men fight inside, laughing like monkeys from time to time.

"What the hell is this doing?" , Harry asked curiously.

"Fighting beasts is also some boring shows to pass the time." , Marago looked at Dean's face, then explained, and then patted the retracted door outside: "Beach, Gado, a friend from Los Angeles is here, open this broken door for Lao Tzu!" ”

He said it lightly.

For these people in Marago, these smugglers are not human beings at all, even if they are killed, no one will be held accountable!

The two shirtless officers heard the movement and saw that it was Malago, so they trotted over: "Wow, Boss Marago, when did you have a friend." ”

"Shut your foul mouth!" , Marago glared at the person who spoke: "Gado, before you open this broken door in three seconds, I will arrange for you to go to the border patrol!" ”

"Don't do that, Boss Marago."

The two police officers quickly shut up and struggled to tear open the retractable door that had fallen into disrepair.

By the power of Marago.

A few minutes later.

Dean and Harry walked through the humble advice of the men outside to an indoor prison with better conditions.

The prisoners here are all women.

There are currently four people in total.

Two of them, white and one yellow, were lying bored in bed, and a white girl, who looked much younger, curled up in the innermost cell, like a frightened rabbit.

Dean noticed that in some of the corners of the room, there were used umbrellas and cigarette butts, and because the air was not very well circulated, there was a faint smell of marijuana.

I saw someone coming.

The two white and the yellow immediately got up from the bed and shouted at the leader, Marago, "When will we get this little bitch away, she has caused us not to be free at all!" ”

"Shut up, bitch!"

Malago kicked the railing and dismissed the three of them before explaining awkwardly to Dean, "These three people are thieves and liars, and they will make some deals with the lads below in order to obtain some special substances during their imprisonment. ”

Harry didn't dare to speak.

Compared to here, those little black police in Los Angeles are a herd of castrated good little sheep.

Dean shrugged, "At least they got what they wanted, didn't they?" ”

Marago was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Yes, you're right, Dean, you really should come to our police department, I'm sure you'll make a difference." ”

"It's too remote here." Dean shook his head, went to the innermost cell, and knocked on the railing: "Marina? ”

Marina, who had been curling up, heard the voice, so she timidly raised her head and looked outside.

"I'm Los Angeles Police Detective Dean." Dean showed a charming smile and said with affinity: "Don't be afraid, we came here this time to find out about your brother's situation and pick you up back to Los Angeles by the way." ”

"Really?" , Marina had suspicion on her face.

She thought that she would be sent back to Los Angeles to investigate after her tracks were exposed, but she was taken to prison by the police here, and witnessed the darkness that she could not see outside.

"Of course!"

Dean threw away his detective card.

Ma Lina hurriedly took the detective and opened it to check.

Inside Dean's photo, the smile is warm.

"Woooooooooo Take me away, I don't want to stay here! Unable to suppress her emotions any longer, Marina rushed to the railing, grabbed Dean's hand, and burst into tears.

"Huh."

Seeing this scene, Harry's humanoid teddy was a little heartbroken.

Marago, these bastards!

It's still a fifteen-year-old.

...

A small, white room.

After taking a shower and eating, Marina's mood finally stabilized.

In her telling.

Dean and Harry also learn what really happened to the Sheehan family at that time.