Dean rented a temporary courtyard.

Simple packing.

He took a few boxes of tiger bone paste that had not been used up, drove the rented car, and went straight to the car supermarket owned by Ruosi's friend.

Auto supermarket, originated in Europe, and finally developed into the largest automobile channel industry chain in addition to the second-hand market in the United States.

This auto supermarket is located in a wealthy suburb of Los Angeles and is mainly a business for the wealthy.

The auto supermarket is divided into three floors.

Look at the signboard tips.

The first layer belongs to the exhibition car area, the second layer should be the parts service area, and the third layer belongs to the special after-sales service area.

Dean parked the car, and before he could get in, he saw through the glass rows of luxury show cars, slowly rotating on the remote control lifting platform.

These cars, the worst one, probably won't be less than $200,000.

"Joss is really atmospheric."

Dean became interested, took out the business card Joss had given, and called.

The phone is connected.

"Hello, this is Harry."

A slightly tired male voice came from there.

Dean explained: "Hello, Mr. Harry, I'm Dean, a friend of Joss. ”

"Joss's friend?"

After a pause, he seemed to react, and took a deep breath and said, "Detective Dean? Oh~ I know you, Jos told me that the one you helped him... emm girlfriend, he said he would let you come to me and pick a car.

So be it.

Joss and I are very good friends.

I'll give you the car.

Detective Dean, I'll say hello to the person in charge of the auto supermarket right now, and you can just go in and report my name. ”

When the phone hung up.

In the last words, a familiar cough was suddenly heard.

Laura?

Dean looked at the phone in his hand with a strange look in his eyes.

No wonder Harry's tone just now, some.. Uncanny.

Got it.

Harry's younger brother and his eldest brother are roommates.

Tut.

Poor Joss, I guess I can open a farm above my head.

...

With sympathy for Joss.

Dean didn't give up.

Moment.

Greeted by his ugly-looking manager, he drove a special Ford Mustang Shelby 500 GT, roared the motor, and rushed out of the car supermarket.

This car has been modified at an advanced level, not only with strong horsepower, but also with the addition of top-quality materials in the door tires and other positions, and it is a muscle car among muscle cars, and the price is as high as $430,000.

Listen to the wind whistling by outside the window.

Dean whistled, feeling his blood boiling.

This steel muscle monster deserves to be one of the favorites of men.

It's been a long way.

Dean was able to return to his normal speed and called the rental car company to ask them to drive the used car back on their own.

As for reminding Joss?

Joss is a licking dog.

Licking and gambling.

There is no cure!

...

Anthony asked Dean to arrive at Morgan 15 Prison at ten o'clock in the evening.

Dean though wasn't prepared to pass now.

But it is still necessary to gather some intelligence in advance.

...

Detective Bureau, 4th Squadron Office.

When Dean went in.

Lawrence, Harry, and Phoebe are playing Texas Hold'em.

Seeing Dean who came back suddenly.

Lawrence, a ghost boy with a fierce face and a thief, took advantage of Harry and Phoebe's inattention, threw away the cards in his hand, and then rushed to Dean and gave him an extremely warm hug: "Wow, Dean, are you reluctant to come to work on the holidays because you can't bear me?" ”

Dean pushed Lawrence away in disgust: "I only accept hugs from beautiful women, and I'm here to find Daisy." ”

“FK。” , Harry, who drew a good hand of cards, was also angry: "Lawrence, if it's in Las Vegas, you bastard's piece of meat will appear in the sewers at night!" ”

Phoebe, who was on the side, quietly threw away her cards with a smile, and then coaxed: "Harry is right, Lawrence, you have to pay for the loss of the two of us in this game." ”

"Don't you know that Daisy only likes beautiful women?" Lawrence awkwardly changed the subject.

...

Simply noisy.

Dean finds Daisy, who is indulging in a chat room called "Banana Fruit Pie": "Daisy, can you help me find information on a place?" ”

Daisy didn't reply, "No, Dean, I'm busy with a ballerina right now, can't you call Harry for help?" ”

"A week's worth of snacks!"

Daisy looked back gently: "Dean, what did you just say?" ”

Bribes with snacks.

Daisy, a clerk, secretly printed out all the information in Morgan's No. 15 prison into a report through the system of the Detective Bureau and handed it to Dean.

With a report.

Dean made his way to the empty conference room and began to look through it.

Morgan Prison No. 15 is a private prison in Los Angeles that has been established for nine years, mainly for minor offenders who do not exceed three years in prison.

This prison, which is not small, can accommodate no more than three thousand prisoners and staff at the same time.

However, with the growth of certain ethnic groups in recent years.

Morgan Prison No. 15 is gradually unable to meet the needs of detention in Los Angeles.

So the prison applied to the city government for expansion.

At present, the prison expansion project has been going on for half a month.

Anthony's address to Dean is the same site area where the extension is being applied above!

The end of the report.

Dean also saw Anthony Morgan's name.

He is one of the shareholders of this private prison.

Well, the largest shareholder!

...

Nine fifty-five p.m.

The night wind is cold.

A stiff Ford Mustang Shelby 500 GT was parked on the periphery of the construction site.

The construction site is not large overall.

The fence has been fenced, and now we are busy constructing a watchtower connected to the wall.

Surprisingly.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening.

Construction is still underway here.

This situation is undoubtedly a difficult thing to do in today's American countries that advocate freedom and happiness.

Even if it's overtime, you can't do it.

Because there is a clear law that regulates the overtime hours of workers.

"It seems that in order to meet the construction deadline, this side chooses to alternate the day and night shifts."

Dean glanced at the time.

21：59。

At this time, there was only one minute left before ten o'clock in the evening as Anthony had agreed.

Inside the construction site, although it is not a lively atmosphere.

But under the illumination of the nightlight, the workers can be regarded as talking and laughing, and there is nothing abnormal.

Could it be that Anthony miscalculated?

Dean exhaled a puff of white mist, checked his contents, pushed the car door, leaned against the car, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and looked back at the construction site.

The next moment.

A figure, from the watchtower that had been formed, stumbled and fell, drawing a silent arc in the night sky, and slammed into the concrete floor...

Boom!

Even if it is more than 20 meters away from the construction site.

Dean still felt the muffled sound on the ground.

Somewhat confused, he took out his phone and looked at the time.

22:00！

Not a second, not a minute, just right!