Crimson cottage.

Harry looked at the masked man who suddenly appeared, opened his mouth wide, showed his two rows of white teeth, subconsciously wrapped the quilt, tightened the 'bureau' department, and said in a trembling voice: "The money is in the pants..."

He is not stupid, he is not like those tricks in the movie, he is insulting when he opens his mouth, and then receives a bento on the spot.

The masked man shook his head, and a mechanical voice came from the position of his mouth: "No money!" ”

Don't want money?

Harry flinched back, more frightened.

"Harry, you are really the same as your brother said, you are not very bold." The masked man jumped out of bed with some disgust, and then under Harry's frightened gaze, he took out a flashlight and shone it next to Harry: "I want news of these two people." ”

Harry looked in the direction of the lamppost and found that there was a very blurry photo next to him.

But when he saw the figure in the photo, he was stunned.

It's actually them!!

...

Early morning.

Sunlight shines through the glass and onto the faces of the two on the bed.

Dean subconsciously stretched out his palm, blocked his forehead, opened his eyes that were still a little confused, and woke up.

This move.

Immediately, there was a woman's coquettish humming sound from the side, as if she was a little dissatisfied with him withdrawing her hand.

The next moment.

A delicate body, glued up, warm and smooth to the touch, like an octopus, wrapped Dean tightly.

Dean looked around in confusion.

A face hidden by blonde hair, revealing only a soft snow-white chin, caught the eye.

Dean: "..."

What a situation!

He rubbed his forehead, which was a little uncomfortable after the hangover, and remembered back to last night:

Yesterday.

At the banquet.

Those bastards, pouring wine hard.

Even though he had a strong physique, he still didn't resist in the end, and he was rarely drunk.

After the banquet.

The ladies were the first to leave.

The drunken Dean, coaxed by Lawrence's group of bastards, took all the men to the scene, and came to the hi bar on the cruise ship again, and started the next one...

And after that?

Dean tapped his forehead, vaguely remembering that after putting down Lawrence's group of people in the back, he went to boo, only to meet a beautiful woman who wanted to use himself as a shield.

It seems like... There was also a conflict with people.

I beat that group of people quite badly.

The beautiful woman took the opportunity to leave, but was carried back by herself and opened a room...

"Damn, what's this called?"

Dean sighed.

The wine is wrong.

Start drinking today!

Shake your head.

Dean pushed the woman aside in a still somewhat confused hum and got out of bed to find his clothes.

There was some brutality at the scene.

Rags were everywhere on the floor.

A pair of trousers, made up of three lines, hung from the chandelier in the room, swayed gently as the sea breeze came in, like a broken flag.

I don't know how I got there.

Thus.

Yesterday's fighting was quite fierce.

Dean looked back at the woman with pity.

No wonder she slept like a dead pig.

Fortunately, his clothes were still in good condition.

Get dressed.

Dean stepped outside, took a few deep breaths, beckoned to a passing waiter, and shoved a small stack of twenty-face knives over.

Moment.

A set of women's casual sportswear and a plate of medicine bags were handed to Dean.

Take these things back to the room.

Dean tossed the clothes on the bedside table, then pinched the woman's cheek and told her to pout.

Stop.

This woman pouts, very cute and sweet, looking not very old, Neil is slightly inferior to the other party.

It's just a little scumbag.

After taking advantage of my drunk self yesterday, I still want to run!

Dean stuffed the medicine into it, carefully poured a few more sips of water, and after making sure that the other party had swallowed the medicine subconsciously, he patted his ass and left.

This is the birth control pill.

He didn't want to get caught up.

...

Out of the guest room area.

Dean questioned the waiter, and finally learned that Lawrence, the bastards, had woken up early and left the sea palace.

On the first day of his promotion, he was absent from work.

...

Following.

Harry, with a tired face, finally returned from Texas with the Sheehans' autopsy report.

"Wow, isn't this our philanthropic master Harry, man, you look like you've lost at least ten pounds!" , Lawrence grabbed Harry in a daze.

He's upset with Harry's shit luck.

Not only was this bastard not being bullied, but he actually followed Dean to win the lottery ticket, and from time to time reported to himself about his 'philanthropy' in Texas: helping unclothed women who were soliciting customers in the cold wind

Angry Lawrence hasn't slept well in a few days!

Harry weakly replied with a middle finger: "Lawrence, charity is very physically demanding. ”

Dean, who was on the side, saw that something was wrong with Harry, and frowned: "Harry, it's okay, is it possible that after I left, Marago didn't cover you?" ”

"It's okay, Dean." Harry shook his head hesitantly and squeezed out a smile with kidney deficiency: "I'm just a little too tired, just rest for two days." ”

Seeing that he was reluctant to speak.

Dean patted him on the shoulder: "We are all brothers, just say something, Lawrence and I will help you." ”

"It's really fine." Harry shook his head again.

That dark shadow is really scary.

After Harry saw the other party make a move in person, he even felt that even Dean, if he was approached by the other party, it would definitely be a dead end.

If not necessary.

He didn't want to involve the people around him.

Looked at.

Dean glanced at Lawrence, and then said, "Okay, the major sub-bureaus have recently increased the patrol batch, we should be able to rest for a few days, you go to the break room to sleep for a while." ”

Harry nodded, staggering towards the lounge.

Lawrence looked at his back, envious and jealous, "I guess he must have been blackmailed by those women for all the money on his body, so he was embarrassed to say it." ”

Dean shrugged: "Maybe, but I always feel that it's not that simple, if you're okay, look at him more." ”

"What about you?" Lawrence looked at Dean in surprise: "You don't want to be absent from work again, do you?" ”

"That's right." Dean smiled: "Call me if you have something." ”

After saying that, he was numb.

Out of the police station.

Dean waited on the side of the road for a while, and a silver-white Bugatti EB110 sped from the side of the road and finally stopped firmly in front of Dean.

The windows open.

Laura's fiancé, Joss, greeted Dean warmly: "Detective Dean, get in the car." ”

Dean looked at the car's curves with some fascination.

Big dog!

The production of this car is scarce, the market price is as high as millions of US dollars, the key is that it is priceless, and most of them are collected in the garages of those rich people.

I didn't expect Ruosi to have one.

Seeing Dean's expression, Joss looked proud: "This is my eighteenth birthday present, which means a lot to me, otherwise I could have given it to Detective Dean to thank you for taking care of Laura." ”

"It's too valuable." Dean shook his head and sat in the co-pilot.

Today, Ruoss Friend's car supermarket opened.

Joss had made an appointment with Dean early to take him to pick up a car today.

Along.

The Bugatti EB110 attracts a lot of envious eyes.

Dean then experienced the daily life of a local tyrant.

A car supermarket located next to a wealthy area in the suburbs.

Traffic on the road is gradually becoming scarce.

Joss also began to accelerate, directly causing the Bugatti EB110 to turn into a silver lightning bolt, crashing into the wide road at a speed of more than 130 yards.

Dean just wanted to make the other person drive a little slower.

The next moment.

Bang bang bang~

Fierce gunfire came from a white church on the side of the road.

The white dove is in shock.

Joss shook his hand in fright, and actually controlled the Bugatti EB110, broke through the delicate fence on the side of the road, jumped up, and flew to the church with the car and people.

Dean looked at the white doves flying parallel to the window, and was speechless: "..."