Monitoring.

Soon after Dean left, several police cars arrived at Esaria's house and cordoned it off until professionals had searched the house before leaving with the video camera and the remains and belongings of Esaria.

This came as a bit of a surprise to Dean.

Because this means that the person behind Esaria is likely to have no identity from the police.

He thought it was an inner ghost.

The police dealt with it quickly.

Those who collect the traces are also very professional, and they don't look like the tools of the forensic department.

Dean guessed that early tomorrow morning, the Los Angeles police crisis public relations could be seen to explain the salad incident in detail, so as not to make those black people think that the salad was killed by the police and committed suicide.

With the police people leaving.

A few surveillances, calm down.

However, Dean's monitoring assumes that it is on the network line and can be monitored in real time.

He was very patient.

Time passes.

Until about four o'clock in the morning.

In front of the door, there were two black shadows that flashed away.

Dean was shaken.

The fish are coming!

However, the monitoring equipment is a little bad, and I can only tell that they are two medium-sized people, and the heads look a little big and weird, and other details cannot be distinguished.

When these two men entered the house, they had a clear goal.

First, he took out a complex set of electronic equipment, scanned the house, and finally stopped outside Dean's surveillance.

The next moment.

The surveillance was plunged into darkness.

The other party found the camera!

This thing needs to rely on the network to achieve online transmission.

The other party relied on this method to conduct an investigation and found the surveillance left by Dean.

One by one, the cameras went off.

It took these two men less than five minutes from entering the house to removing all the surveillance in the house.

Easy and skillful.

Dean's methods, for them, are more like playing house.

See this scene.

Dean's face darkened.

Finish the calf.

This time the fish.

Some treacherous, don't be fooled!

It seems to be the Air Force!

He took a deep breath and watched it from the time the two appeared to the time when all the surveillance footage disappeared.

With the addition of a few pictures.

Dean barely made sure in the darkness that the two men were of medium stature, with animal hoods on their heads, somewhat like pigs' heads, and that they were very agile and specialized in scavenging, at least more than Dean, a former scavenger.

Besides.

Soon after the police left, these two people rushed over, and when they came in, they had a clear goal, to clean up all traces first, and then deal with their own affairs.

It shows that they have a very strong intelligence support.

But these discoveries, apart from the fact that there is indeed professional contact and support behind Esaria, have no other effect.

For this unknown force.

Dean wasn't even sure if they were from the Lucifer Games Organization.

He needed to discover more obvious features.

Dean let out a cry of surprise when he looked at the footage of the two of them for the third time.

There is a discovery!

He pulls the mouse and pulls the screen back to the previous second.

I saw the moment when the two pig-headed people just appeared, the person on the left of the picture, the moment he waved his hand, and the camera with his right hand hidden towards him, compared with a V

Ahh

Anbei?

This kid is finally willing to appear!

Dean cheered up, replayed the picture again, and in other surveillance, focused on observing the pig-headed man suspected to be Anbei.

Judging by the body type.

It seems that this is really Anbei that has disappeared for a while.

He really didn't die.

Looks like.

This third killer in North America seems to have infiltrated other organizations and become Little Rollo who does things for others.

It's kind of interesting.

But there was one thing that Dean couldn't figure out.

Anbei, how did he know that he had been here and put a camera?

Dean was sure that Anbei knew all this, otherwise he would not have deliberately gestured to the camera to remind and greet him.

"I can't figure it out, forget it, I don't want to, this guy still owes me a favor, I guess he will find a chance to contact me in the near future, and then it will be clear whether that organization is a Lucifer game organization or not, and what the purpose is!"

Come to think of it.

Dean turned off the monitor and smiled and lit a cigarette.

This.. It's very comfortable.

Mentor Anthony, can't be reached.

Dean is still a little uneasy about being targeted by the Lucifer Game Organization.

He is in the light, and the enemy is in the dark.

This means that others can calculate him.

But he didn't even know who the enemy's real identity was, so he could only passively defend and counterattack.

That's not good.

That's why Dean thought about fishing, deliberately exposing his vest, wanting to divert the attention of the enemy in the shadows, and by the way, find an opportunity to kill them in a wave to form a deterrent.

It's comfortable now.

Regardless of whether the forces behind Esaria are Lucifer's Game Organization or not.

The appearance of Anbei at least gave Dean more options and intelligence support, and could even allow Anbei to break into the interior of the Lucifer game organization and figure out why the other party would be interested in his intelligence.

This is very important!

Early the next morning.

Dean gets a call from his mother, Sheila.

"Dean, I also saw a bad news yesterday, some black employees, before leaving work, discussed going to the door of the police station to demonstrate together, do you want to take leave to avoid it?"

Sheila's tone was not good.

Because Dean didn't go back for some days.

The eldest son, Baker, also packed his bags and left Los Angeles again with his bastard second brother to carry out their hungry Taobao dream.

These days, Sheila doesn't like anything.

Dean understood what Sheila meant, and hurriedly said, "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine, and I'll be back tonight, hoping to see delicious pan-fried bacon on the table at that time." ”

"No problem, by the way, Dean, Sinclair may have something unspeakable to you, don't refuse when the time comes!"

"Unspeakable things?"

"Some kid's stuff.

Beck, this bastard is not here now, so I can only let you come forward, okay, I'm going to the farm to deal with the first quarter order share, see you in the evening, son. ”

"See you in the evening, Mom!"

Hang up.

Dean was a little confused.

Sinclair is only eleven years old, what is there to help himself?

Hopefully when I go back in the evening.

This younger sister, who is about to reach a rebellious period, will not embarrass herself.

Come to the detective station.

Dean found that not only did there be more people at the gate booth, but these people were also wearing very complete equipment, wearing vests and body armor, and even some people were holding semi-automatic rifles in their hands, patrolling outside the police station, which made people feel a stormy atmosphere.

And it's a lot of trouble to get in.

Originally, Dean's license plate was recorded by the system, and as long as he drove to the door, the automatic door bar would rise, allowing him to drive directly into the underground parking lot without even showing his face.

Now he was stopped and asked to check his papers.

Dean asked curiously as he took out his papers, "Man, what's going on?" You guys look a little raw. ”

The young man who checked the documents had a somewhat immature face and did not look very old.

When he saw that Dean was actually a detective, envy appeared in his eyes, and explained: "Inspector Dean, we don't know the situation either, but we are worried that there will be demonstrations today, so we were transferred here by our superiors to prevent an impact." ”

He explained why, but did not say who he was.

Seeing this, Dean didn't ask any more.

Office of the 4th Squadron.

Dean thought he should be the first person to come over, but he didn't expect Robert, the first person to come to the office today.

Except for him.

There was also a young white man with a scar on his face and a fierce complexion, dressed in the same equipment as the strange guards outside the door, who was confronting Robert with a red face.

The two seemed to be communicating very unpleasantly.

If it weren't for the fact that both sides didn't draw their guns, Dean would have almost thought someone was looking for fault.

Movement is heard.

The two stopped and looked at the door.

Dean greeted Robert: "Robert, are you here so early today to meet this handsome guy next to you privately?" ”

Robert pointed to the scar-faced young man who was looking at Dean, and introduced with some embarrassment: "This is my younger brother Caro, who is currently serving in the city's secret service, and is the department that took over the police detective bureau outside the door, we haven't seen each other for a long time, so we took advantage of his mission this time to meet and talk." ”

Caro had apparently heard Dean's name from Robert's mouth.

On his fierce face, he showed a polite expression: "Hello, Inspector Dean, my eldest brother told you that you are a very good police detective." ”

Dean swept his limbs and waist, and said with a smile: "I heard Robert talk about you, he said that his younger brother has a strong level of hand-to-hand combat, which is his pride. ”

Carlo looked at his eldest brother in surprise.

He didn't expect that his eldest brother, who had always been unable to cope with him, would have such a high opinion of himself.

Robert looked confused: "Dean, did I say that?" ”

"When we were drinking together, you bragged that your brother was very strong.

However, you don't communicate much, and you are both hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, which leads to the fact that you obviously care about each other, but the taste changes when you express it, so you are still worried about how to get along with your brother at that time. ”

Dean opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Naturally, these were analyzed by him through his eyesight.

Carlo was a little moved.

He shrugged: "Robert, I actually look down on your occasional weakness, but thank you for looking up to me so much, I apologize to you for arguing with you just now." ”

Robert gave him a middle finger back and said with a smile: "As Dean said, you have obviously become an independent man, but I still can't help but say something to restrict you, which is really inappropriate, but I still hope you can consider my suggestion." ”

"What advice?"

Seeing that he had resolved the conflict between the two, Dean couldn't help but ask curiously.

Robert sighed: "The department that my brother joined, in fact, is some cannon fodder department used to carry the pot, usually free-range, called over when there is something, and paid according to attendance, I want him to join the police detective department, so that at least it is more stable." ”

Although the police detective bureau will also face the murderer, it is much better than those hard-working patrol police.

At least when they act, they will have the expectation that they will not be shot because they check the car, ask a question, or even come to help mediate family conflicts.

Back to the pot?

Dean suddenly realized.

No wonder the police detectives are on patrol outside the bureau.

Isn't this the person who came to the door, not sure if the video he left behind could dissolve the restless emotions of those black people, so he was ready to suppress it.

When the time comes.

Something is going on.

Temporary workers come in handy.

Dean glanced at Carlo a few times and nodded seriously: "Man, I think Robert is right, my squad is about to be formed, maybe you can consider following me." ”

This guy, judging from his size alone, is a self-disciplined person, and his eyes are fierce and indifferent, and he is estimated to have seen a lot of blood, and he is a good seedling.

Carlo was a little moved.

He nodded: "Okay, I'll think about it, by the way, if you're okay, it's best not to go out on duty today, the order given to us from above is that if anyone storms the police station, shoot them!" ”

"I hope it won't make such a big mess."

The three of them chatted a few words.

Carlo still had to go on duty, so he didn't stay long.

Dean and Robert, simply turned on the TV and looked bored.

Midday.

The news channel in Los Angeles has finally begun to report on Sarah and Esaria.

The top management of the police department also held a press conference to carefully explain the cause and effect of this incident, and also played some video footage that had been processed and left by Dean.

It doesn't have the presence of Dean Vest, but it does have a conversation between Sarah and Esaria.

Followed by.

Various talk shows have also carried out various deep extractions and speculations on this matter, and changed the direction of the topic.

Believe it or not.

The police and the city government, in terms of gesture, have done a very good job and made it clear to everyone that everyone is a citizen of the United States and enjoys the same rights and freedoms.

How effective it will be is not yet clear.

But until the end of the day.

Dean has not received any news of a demonstration by a black group.

Maybe they believed the evidence and videos released by the police, or maybe they believed the words of the interviewers, but in short, things seemed to pass smoothly.

When Dean got off work, he was a little sorry.

Otherwise, that group of people took advantage of the demonstration to cause a riot and make some zero-dollar purchases, maybe they could earn some experience points.

Evening.

Dean returned home.

Thompson's face looked a lot paler.

As a person who has come over.

Dean immediately understood what had happened to the little brother.

He was going to call the little brother aside and teach him what health is, what is recuperation, and how to be sustainable and powerful.

Sinclair, however, interrupted Thompson's impending opportunity.

She had already rushed over excitedly, like a koala, and threw herself into Dean's arms: "Dean, my dearest second brother, welcome home!" ”

Dean "."

It's broken.

Look at the posture of the little sister.

I'm afraid that what she wants to help herself may not be easy to help!

Thanks to the book friends of "Night Glory" for the reward of 12,000 book coins, thank you boss!

Thanks to the 'programmer who ran away from the library' for the tip, thank you to the boss!

Good night.

(End of chapter)