Hearing the fish, the corners of Dean's mouth turned up.

This is a code between the two, which means that there is movement on the side of the Drug Enforcement Department.

"Got it, I'll come over now."

Put down the phone.

Dean got up and stretched, looked at Daisy with curiosity in his eyes, and chuckled, "A friend, let me go eat grilled river fish, will you go?" ”

"The kind of fish with a lot of spines?"

"Yes, there are a lot of spines, and they are very sharp, so you have to be careful when you eat them, but they are delicious." , Dean said casually.

He was not wrong when he said that.

A case of internal crime in the Division, it is indeed delicious.

Hearing this, Daisy's face showed hesitation.

Knives and forks are not easy to handle fish bones, so even if she is greedy, she can't like this thing.

So, she chose to refuse.

Parking lot at the precinct.

Dean looked at his polished armored Humvee and nodded in satisfaction.

There is one thing to say.

Although Harry seems to be unreliable, he is okay with his work, and I hope that in the previous extermination case, he can really find out the source of the 'flour' of the black workshop.

In this way, as a boss, you can level up again.

Eve and Dean agree to meet at a café outside the Drug Enforcement Division.

When Dean arrived.

Eve was flipping through a thick book.

Dean had sharp eyes and saw a corner of the book with a triangular fishtail circular logo printed with the letters "DEA" written in the middle.

This is the hallmark of the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration.

Movement is heard.

Eve raised her head, saw that it was Dean, and smiled: "Dean, I was still a little nervous, but when I saw you, my heart calmed down all of a sudden." ”

"I'm honored that you trust me so much."

Dean sat down, looked at the book in her hand, and said casually, "This is a DEA book?" ”

Eve picked up the book, showed the cover, and nodded: "Yes, the Anti-Narcotics Department is basically my upper limit in the Police Detective Bureau, and I am ready to accumulate enough merits, so I will find a relationship and transfer to the DEA." ”

Hearing this, Dean fell into deep thought.

DEA is actually similar to the anti-crime and anti-narcotics department, but one is equivalent to federal anti-narcotics, and a small unit is equivalent to the local Z government, and the power is not at the same level at all.

It's almost the same as the difference between Dean's Murder Division and the FBI.

The head of the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) needs to be approved by the president and then approved by the House of Representatives before he can take office.

They have great authority, not only have special offices in major cities in the United States, but can also intervene in foreign drug trafficking cases.

Here's an example.

In the early years, there were even oolong incidents in which the CIA was involved in drug trafficking, and finally the DEA overthrew a department.

The point is that the CIA, who is like a wolf and a tiger to the outside world, doesn't even dare to let out a fart.

Therefore, there is a joke in the police circles in the United States: Mexican drug dealers dare to argue with the president, torture and kill their own police, and deterrence, but they dare not do anything to the members of the DEA.

Because the DEA can really knock them out.

Moreover, the Anti-Drug Division, in essence, is actually a department specially set up for the purpose of centralizing power in some wealthy large cities in the United States, and more cities do not have this department at all.

So Eve's position itself is a little awkward.

People go to high places.

It's not hard to see why Eve would consider the idea of transitioning to DEA in the future.

"Not a bad idea, but I'm more interested in today's small fish." Dean knocked on the table, "Tell me more." ”

Eve picked up the coffee cup, glanced around, and made sure that no one was approaching, before lowering her voice:

"From 12 p.m. to 12:30 p.m. today, there will be an armed delivery vehicle that will drive out of the Treasury of the Anti-Narcotics Department and go to the contraband destruction factory in the suburbs.

This is the only chance this year.

I have a hunch that the black hands within the Anti-Narcotics Department will take action, otherwise when I grasp the power here, they will completely lose the opportunity! ”

"What do you want to do?"

Dean grabbed his foot that had reached into the place where his gun was stored, and said seriously.

This woman is really not afraid of death.

If not the temptation of experience points.

Dean was so high and low that she knew what it meant to be half a moon and not know the smell of meat, the impact of the sow race sable.

See him as a hypocrisy.

Eve covered her mouth and chuckled, with a straight look on her face: "I can't participate in the escort, and the armed forces are not able to support me to do this kind of risky behavior, so I hope Dean you can send someone to follow them by chance, and if there is an accident, take them down directly!" ”

"What if they're in collusion with the destruction factory?"

Dean asked rhetorically.

The hijacking of the transport vehicle is the next step.

Before, those black hands, but that's what they did.

Only the collusion between the top and bottom is not aware of the gods, and the ghost is unaware, until Eve takes office, relying on the authority of the captain, he consults the file and finds that something is wrong.

"Not this time!" Eve shook the book in her hand: "This time I applied for the members of the DEA to intervene in the destruction of the factory, and once they do, then I will have no worries and troubles." ”

Dada~

That's when it happened.

The sound of footsteps hitting the ground with high heels was heard.

A woman with baby fat on her face, wearing big sunglasses, holding a baby, appeared at the table next to the two.

She first saw Dean's appearance, paused for a moment, and reached down to pull down the ink, revealing a pair of sparkling watery eyes that glowed after the rain.

The woman directly ignored Eve, who was sitting opposite Dean, her eyes were filled with joy, and she looked at Dean without blinking, as if she was a little surprised to see such a handsome man in an inconspicuous coffee shop.

Eve's dishonest feet under the table were beaten.

She narrowed Danfeng's eyes, turned her head consciously, and happened to meet the woman's greedy gaze, and her expression became gloomy: "Madam, the little north nose in your arms is so cute, how old is he?" ”

This stinky bitch, with a child, comes to seduce men.

What a shame!

How do you know, the woman with baby fat on her face is provocatively raising the corners of her eyebrows.

She reported the baby in her hand to the other side, and at the same time revealed the big coconut ball that she had crushed at Eve's airport, and said delicately:

"This is my sister's son, I like children very much, but it's a pity that I haven't been able to find a suitable partner to cooperate in production, by the way, auntie, you look so old, children should have started reading!"

Eve glanced at the other party's pride, touched the fine lines at the corners of her eyes that had begun to emerge under her makeup, snorted, and took the book, ready to call Dean away.

It turns out that Dean is looking at the woman with the baby with interest.

Eve's heart was even more aggrieved and sad.

Eh, no matter how good a woman is, the age of thirty is a hard injury after all, and in the hearts of these dog men, it can't withstand the endless stream of young women every year.

She blocked Dean's vision with some surprise, and said with a slight mockery: "Dean, don't look at it, this is a buy-one-get-one-free product, not for you." ”

"The child is indeed not hers."

Dean withdrew his gaze with some meaning, and got up with a smile: "But I prefer a mature woman like you, and it's still some time before noon, so let's change places and have a good chat." ”

Hear the words.

Eve's heart immediately turned from cloudy to sunny.

She clenched her fists, ready to perform well this time, and let Dean realize what is the precipitation and charm of a mature woman!

Around twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Outside the Anti-Narcotics Division, inside a tattered second-hand car.

Carlo lowered his head and concentrated on disassembling the Beretta M9 in his hand.

This is an Italian-made military pistol, with good performance and fifteen rounds of ammunition, but because the kinetic energy is slightly weaker, the bullet is also 9 mm caliber, which is not very popular with those soldiers on the American side.

But this gun is very accurate and feels very ergonomic.

For the new generation.

It's a good portable pistol, and it's good for close-range shooting, long-lasting combat.

Dean liked the young man's calm temperament.

As the saying goes, a dog that bites doesn't bark.

Their group, with Daisy in charge of logistics, Harry in charge of intelligence gathering and informants, and he in charge of solving cases, was lacking an extra level of support from the force.

That's why he chose to include Carlo in his group.

Today I just took him to kill a few people and try it out!

Twelve o'clock sharp.

An inconspicuous box truck pulls out of the side gate of the Narcotics Division.

There is no logo on it.

It looks a lot like some supermarkets, ordinary trucks that deliver frozen goods or haul goods for second-hand grocery stores.

Because there have been no problems all year round.

Therefore, this kind of escort mission, the people involved, will not be exaggerated.

According to information provided by Eve.

On the truck, the deputy team of the Anti-Narcotics Department will arrange the candidates, the driver and the co-pilot are all members of the team, and there are people in the car who are fully armed with the car.

Other words.

In this escort, the Anti-Narcotics Department has a total of five people participating in this escort, and the armed forces are not weak or exaggerated, and they belong to a reasonable personnel arrangement.

See the goal.

Carlo put away his pistol and looked at Dean who was playing with bullets: "Head, do you want to keep up?" ”

"Wait!"

Before the van left downtown Los Angeles, Dean wasn't worried about losing tracks.

He now needs to make sure that the plainclothes are tailing the vehicle, just in case the other party finds them out and then has some unnecessary misunderstanding.

As for the technical intelligence support on this, it was handed over to Xiao Mike, who was far away in the suburbs.

Through the police monitoring on the highway, the other party can easily help Dean lock the delivery route of the truck, and help find the plainclothes vehicle in the secret by the way!

Make the best use of things and make the best use of talents.

After asking for tools last time, Dean has realized that it is a crime to idle such a useful helper.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Caro, who was already ready for a shootout, couldn't help but start to get bored.

Tense nerves for a long time is not a very easy thing.

A good fighter must learn to adjust the rhythm by himself, otherwise it is easy to commit post-war syndrome.

Carol pulled open the collar of the heavy body armor wrapped around her chest, lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths, and relaxed her emotions a little. ”

Dean flicked the steel-core warhead and chuckled, "It's okay." ”

Nervousness comes from a lack of self-confidence.

Cities are not battlefields, there are not so many stray bullets, there are not so many bunkers, and it takes an average of thousands of bullets to end a single life.

Dean's marksmanship today is coupled with physical fitness and nervous reflexes.

As long as the two guns are in hand.

He is the Grim Reaper within fifty meters!

In a sense, he is infinitely close to the peak state of human beings in modern history, and the level of frontal use of firearms is far higher than that of any so-called king of killers.

The two continued to wait for a moment.

Twelve twenty o'clock sharp.

Dean's phone is finally ringing!

Noon has arrived, and the bait is out of the warehouse.

It's time to act!

early

(End of chapter)