Aerodrome.

Dean held a makeshift sign, leaned on the car, smoked a cigarette, and made eye contact with single beauties attracted by his appearance from time to time.

Less than half an hour.

He already had about twenty small notes and business cards in his pocket.

Because of the weather.

There are some delays.

But counting the time, it should have arrived.

Dean brace himself and observe the crowd that came out.

These two bastards, who have been wandering around, haven't been back for about three or four years.

So Dean's memory of the two is already a little blurry.

The second uncle is a pure Italian, his appearance is good, but his body is blessed, he is a very charming fat man, with a cheerful personality, and he is also very generous to their juniors.

The eldest brother, Baker, has brown hair and blue eyes, and his appearance is more Irish, which is the so-called British.

In Dean's memory.

Baker was a lap older than him, and perfectly inherited Grandma Dean's genetics.

Predictable.

By the time Baker was thirty or forty years old, he would have a Mediterranean hairstyle that was distinctly characteristic of the region, and he would change from a handsome guy to a bald hunk.

Just as he was thinking.

At the exit of the airport, there was a riot.

Several tall security guards surrounded two familiar figures carrying large bags and small bags, and around them, there was also a balding middle-aged white man sitting on the ground, covering his right cheek and a mouth full of blood.

It seems that there was a brawl and a conflict.

"This big brother has a bit of a hot temper."

Dean smiled at the corner of his mouth, dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, hung the detective card on his chest, pushed away the crowd of onlookers, and walked over.

Two people surrounded.

A tall and sturdy man with unflapped brown hair, like a lion, nearly two meters tall, stood there, putting a lot of psychological pressure on those security guards.

It was none other than Dean's big brother, Baker.

Next to Baker was a fat white man with a helpless face.

His name was Bart, Dean's second uncle.

Dean walked behind a few security guards and was about to speak.

I saw two security guards step forward and try to pull Baker to the side of the small black room.

The next moment.

Baker shook his hair, grabbed the clothes of the two security guards, and pushed them hard, and smashed them away, startling some of the onlookers and screaming.

Accompanied by two strong security guards were smashed into the air.

“FK！”

The other two scolded and retreated, and directly pulled out the small-caliber pistol at their waists.

Seeing this, the onlookers also screamed and fled in all directions, for fear of being affected by bullets.

"Hold your head and climb down!"

"Warning, now climb down with your head in your hands!"

The two nervously raised their guns to Baker and Bart, and the security guard, who fell more than a meter away on the ground, also took out the matching gun on his waist with anger on his face!

This damn bastard, let them lose face and lose their hair today!

Dean: "."

Hitting people is just a trifle.

But with the security guards pulling out their guns, it's a lot more troublesome.

Baker was also a little speechless, and raised his hand helplessly, ready to do so, but a figure was inserted in the middle of everyone.

Everyone was immediately attracted by the man who suddenly appeared.

Dean spread his hands and placed them in the air to show that he had no weapons:

"Guys, calm down!

I'm Detective Dean of the Detective Bureau.

It's just a trifle.

If you don't want the onlookers to get older and bigger and make things bigger, how about we go to the small dark room next to us to solve it? ”

The four security guards looked at the ID photo on Dean's chest, and then noticed the onlookers looking at the onlookers from afar, and nodded.

The two followed Dean and the three, and the two took Baker, a big man on the ground, and brought them to the small black room.

Dean first handed out a cigarette to a few security guards, and then he grinned and said, "These two are my family, guys, can you give me a few minutes?"

I don't want to be promoted to Inspector and have some bad things happen.

So I won't embarrass you. ”

Airport security, strictly speaking, is also part of the Los Angeles police, but the enforcement authority is limited to the inside of the airport, and the jurisdiction is not large.

Hear Dean Ma rise to Inspector.

The leading security guard took the cigarette with a smile: "Detective Dean, little meaning, let's go to the bald guy first to understand the situation, and then bring your family over when you're ready." ”

The detective can already lead the team independently.

It doesn't matter if what the other party says is true or not.

It's just a little convenient, and it's not in the way.

Security leaves the cubicle as soon as it leaves.

Second Uncle Bart immediately gave Dean a warm hug: "Wow, the little calf back then, now that he has become so strong and has become a police detective, you are now the most majestic one in our family!" ”

Enthusiasm washed away the rustiness that had not been seen for many years.

Dean picked him up directly: "Yes, I can easily pick you up now, Bart, although you look fat again." ”

"I can't help it, I can't keep my mouth shut."

The two separated.

Baker on the side, the way of greeting is much wilder.

He slammed his fist on Dean's chest, and when he saw that he didn't move, he was satisfied: "Dean, you have grown a lot taller, and you haven't given up exercising, I believe that when I was away, you protected your mother and them well." ”

Dean was a little ashamed.

Because his predecessor was a fool who didn't grow up.

But now he's here.

Dean nodded, "I'll talk about it later, Baker, and tell me what happened." ”

Second Uncle Bart also looked at Baker helplessly: "I also want to know, why did you suddenly slap that bald British, although he kept chattering on the plane, but."

"He touched me!" , Baker's face was gloomy.

Bart's words came to an abrupt end.

In silence.

Bart touched his stomach and suppressed a smile and said, "Beck, I advised you, moderate fitness attracts women, excessive fitness will only attract." ”

Dean also laughed: "Beck, this proves your charm, although if it were me, I would have broken his hand directly." ”

Now that things are clear, it's settled!

There are quite a few cameras at the airport.

When Dean walked into the other side of the dark room, the bald British, whose face was already swollen, was protesting to the security guards, saying that he would sue Baker.

Knock knock~

Dean knocked on the wall: "It's okay to sue, it's okay to pay compensation, but I have to remind you that the cause of the incident is that you touched the private parts of that gentleman, and that gentleman has already reported the case to me, saying that you molested him, tsk, man, if you don't want to be on the international news and become a celebrity in the Commonwealth for some time to come, I advise you to think about it." ”

The bald Brit glared at Dean, "Who are you?" ”

Dean pointed to the document on his chest: "Detective Dean of the Los Angeles Police Department is currently applying and is about to be promoted to detective, by the way, you can touch someone, it's my eldest brother, my eldest brother!" ”

Bald British: "."

He licked his lips and looked at the security guards pleadingly: "You heard me, he intimidated me!" He threatened me!! He slandered me!! ”

Several security guards had long been annoyed by him, pretending to hear it, and their heads were looking around, but they didn't look at him.

Dean also lifted his suit, revealing the handcuffs and gun holsters around his waist, and his eyes were unkind.

At last.

The matter ended with the British, who lost Baker's $2,000 spiritual solace and ended privately.

The four security guards, with the dollars they had received, warmly bid farewell to the three Deans.

Their extortion words are risky.

But with Baker, the bitter master, it's not a big problem.

Win-win.

Get off the road.

Bart looked at Dean with satisfaction: "Dean, you have really grown up and matured, I was always worried that you were like Baker, full of muscles, from you, I saw the shadow of the former legend of our family - Hammer Luches." ”

Baker, who was full of joy and counting the dollars, raised his head when he heard this, pouted and said: "Oh~ Come on, Bart, you are talking about these old histories again, the mafia has declined, and you have become an inconspicuous farmer." ”

Bart kicked Baker in the ass: "It's not that Sheila won't let you inherit the surname 'Luches', otherwise we wouldn't be bullied all the time outside with the connection on the East Coast!" ”

Dean was already numb.

Luches:

One of the five major families of the Italian mafia.

Times have changed though.

A surname is no longer enough to say anything.

But this will become a bond between these people who have the same blood in their bodies, and as long as there are interests involved, they will immediately come back together.

Dean muttered to himself:

Luckily, it's not Dean Luches.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to pass the Z trial at all.

When the time comes, in order to gain experience points.

It is estimated that it will become this ghost: at night it is a mafia who violates the law and crimes, and during the day it is transformed into a private detective who solves crimes

It's outrageous to think about.

Suddenly.

Baker's exclamation interrupted Dean's ramblings.

"FK, Dean, is this your car?" , Baker touched Dean's coupe with fascination: "This is the Ford Mustang Shelby 500 GT?" Why is there so much space inside, although I like off-roading, I like the roar of the engine of this car even more! ”

"Because it's a modified version, the full price is 430,000 US dollars, if you want it, I'll give it to you, just because I want to change to a more convenient off-road vehicle."

"430,000 US dollars!"

Baker and Bart were stunned.

Looking at the appearance of these two people, Dean knew that these two old boys did not mix well outside, and it was probably because of this reason that they did not come back once in a few years.

It's not mixed well, and it's shrunk outside.

Mix it up, and then return home.

This is the same in any country.

"Dean, I seem to be getting to know you again, is it so rich to be a police detective now?" Baker reluctantly took his hand away from the car.

"This is a gift from my friend, well, my mother has prepared a sumptuous dinner for you at home, we must go now!"

Dean's car, which was very long in front, was originally a two-seater.

But this modified version, the seat and the cabin space are connected, and you can put down as a bed, which is convenient for doing some xiuxiu things.

So take two people, men and men, no pressure.

On the way out of the airport.

The traffic is like a dragon, and the congestion is overwhelming.

But there are almost no cases of road rage.

It's Christmas.

The wanderer who left home and the traveler who returned to his hometown no longer had his mind on the road, but flew to his long-lost home.

Thanks to the book friends of 'Night Glory' for the reward of 6,000 book coins, thank you to the boss!

Thank you for the tip of '159yzk' book friends, and thank you to the boss!

Good night, brothers.

Don't stay up late.

I heard from the staff here that the young man who is almost in good shape has some sequelae when he is a sheep.

(End of chapter)