"Third floor, room 207."

Dean recalled the address sent from the mailbox of the headquarters of the "Smith Detective Agency", and wondered if the Smith Detective Agency had sent him the wrong address.

This dilapidated apartment is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cheap house rented by black workers.

Used to receive customers, the forced price is too low, right?

"Forget it, it's all here..."

Dean muttered, just about to go upstairs.

At that moment, a woman's roar suddenly came from overhead, "FK, die, bastard!"

The next moment.

A figure fell from the sky and landed right on the car in front of Dean.

Dean looked up and found that on the second floor, a middle-aged Asian woman, still at the window, scolded at the white man who had fallen: "Rinyima, a fairy banban, you turtle son drop, tell you to find evidence of my husband's cheating, you go up directly to make evidence by yourself!"

Because she was too excited, the woman directly rushed to her hometown's words.

Dean's eyes widened slightly.

Ooh.

It's actually a Sichuan girl from her hometown of Sichuan.

Not to mention, this authentic scolding is quite kind.

This is the meaning of this, why can't he understand it?

"Ahem~"

The white man who fell from the second floor, holding his stomach, his black face was aggrieved, and said in awkward Chinese, "You just said that you didn't get the evidence, right?"

「heitui！」

The words of the white man were even more exciting to the woman on the second floor.

Dean suspects that if it weren't for the fact that she was wearing a skirt and affected climbing the corridor fence, the woman upstairs would definitely jump down after spitting and crush the white man lying on the roof of the car, because she was already trying to put her foot on the corridor fence.

The white man was terrified.

Ignoring the pain in his back, he slid off the roof of the car holding his stomach, then took out the keys from his pocket and got into the car.

Wait until the woman on the second floor rushes down.

The white man was already driving the car and running away.

...

"A turtle son can really run!"

The middle-aged woman scolded a few words in the direction where the car left, only to see a tall handsome guy standing next to her.

Her eyes lit up, she pulled her messy hair, and said in a delicate tone, "Handsome guy, are you here to recruit people? My name is Li Juan, and I have a lot of cheap workers on my hands, and I am very capable, and I can help introduce them."

As she spoke, she handed over a business card from her pocket.

Dean took the business card and looked at it, only to see that it read: "Li Juan labors."

Got it.

This woman is a laborer.

If you don't guess wrong, the workers Li Juan said are most likely also black workers from China.

In fact, at this time, in addition to regular immigrants, there are not many Chinese black workers who come to the United States, and most of them are introduced by relatives, and the intermediaries then help contact the channel.

And these people are basically concentrated in fixed areas, and before they got their work permits at the beginning, they all worked for some Chinese bosses.

Only wait until you get familiar with this side.

This part of the group will try to come out and stay away from the intermediary of compatriots.

The twists and turns in this are not mentioned for the time being.

Dean wanted to get some news from Li Juan, so he shook his head: "I came to find someone, by the way, isn't this an apartment building, can it still recruit people?"

It is estimated that it is to see how beautiful he looks.

After listening to Dean's words, Li Juan patiently explained, although her face showed doubts: "This community is basically black workers from Huaguo, and the apartment in front of you is also rented by some intermediaries, so the people who come here either want to find a job or recruit cheap workers."

"But I heard there's a detective agency here..."

Li Juan rolled her eyes: "Yes, I just moved over, just now

The bastard who ran away opened it, and said that he was a partner agency of the Commonwealth Detective Agency, phew!"

After couldn't help spitting, Li Juan reacted that her true nature was exposed, wiped her mouth a little embarrassed, hurriedly walked to another car downstairs, got into the car, and left.

Look at the taillights of the other party's departure.

Dean touched his chin.

It feels even more unreliable!

...

This apartment building has only five floors.

I went up to the 2nd floor.

Dean noticed that there was indeed a blank sheet of paper under the room number here, and the names and phone numbers of various labor agencies were written on it in Mandarin Pinyin.

These should all be black intermediaries, that is, the kind of intermediaries that have no qualifications.

This kind of intermediary is generally done in acquaintance business, or through user referrals, if no one reports, the average foreigner can't understand those pinyin, and will not deliberately find trouble here.

201-206, all of them are pasted with the white paper name of the intermediary, including Li Juan's labor.

There are also two rooms with open doors, through which you can see a simple desk, a small bed, pots and bowls for cooking noodles, and so on.

There was cheap Simmons on the floor, and there were several middle-aged Asian men and women lying on it.

It is estimated that they are all Chinese...

The people inside saw Dean walking through the corridor outside, and there was no panicked expression on his face, it seemed that they were all old fritters, not Xiaobai who had just come here.

Walk through these rooms.

Dean came to Room 207, located at the end of the hallway.

The door of the room is open, and on the wooden door, you can still see a clear footprint, the heel position is broken, it looks like it was kicked by high heels, the sawdust wound is fresh, if you guess correctly, it is the foot of Li Juan just now...

There was also a brand new lanyard sign on the ground.

Dean picked it up and looked at it, and it had a sign written on it in cheap printing ink: Harry Detective Agency

"Another Harry, but this one is white..."

Dean misses Harry and Lawrence a little.

This time, in order not to attract their attention, he came back and did not contact his mother and Lawrence's old buddies.

"When Lao Tzu finds an opportunity, I will kill you!"

Dean remembered the previous unpleasantness, threw away the sign in his hand, and walked into the room.

The room looks like it has just been renovated and renovated, and it looks pretty tidy, with a desk in the back with some second-hand office supplies and a picture frame on the table.

On the wall in front of the table, there are also a few glass frames that look like they have spent some money, and inside are some detective agency formalities, which should be real.

Dean's eyes swept over the contents of the papers on the wall, his eyes narrowing slightly, "It's kind of interesting, this guy, how did you do it?"

According to the documents, this Harry detective agency was founded more than a month ago.

This is simply not the office of Smith Detective Agency in Los Angeles, and it is definitely not a partner of the other party!

But Dean is sure that the address from the mailbox of the headquarters of the "Smith Detective Agency" is here!

So, how did the white man who had just been downstairs by Li Juan do it?

...

Dean thought about it, and didn't take out his phone at the first time to call "Smith Detective Agency".

He walked slowly to the chair in front of his desk and sat down, ready to wait for the master to return.

This one sits down.

Dean found another interesting thing.

He seems to know why this humble detective agency is called Harry's detective agency!

He reached out and picked up the picture frame on the table.

The photo is black and white, with two guys hooking shoulders and smiling brightly.

The two looked at the white man on the left, who had a cordial relationship,

It's the guy who just fell from the second floor, and the black man on the right is Dean's little brother, Detective Harry!

Harry, this bastard, actually kept quiet and made a detective agency with someone!

"It seems that during this time of absence, Harry has more part-time jobs."

Dean stood on his feet and waited for the return of his master.

...

About forty minutes passed.

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

A lewd-looking white man rushed into the room from the outside in a panicked look and slammed the door shut.

"Whew, crazy woman!"

He gasped for air and turned around.

The next moment.

The white man was startled by Dean, who was sitting in his office chair and looking at him with a smile on his face.

He immediately touched his doorknob and wanted to run, and then he seemed to react and looked at Dean with an unkind expression: "Hey, man, I remember you, you were just downstairs, who are you?"

Dean pointed to the wall behind him, "Aren't you a detective agency here, I'm the one looking for you to do business."

"It turned out to be a customer."

The white man coughed twice, straightened out the cheap suit on his body, and changed his serious expression: "My name is Harpy, I am the owner of Harry's detective agency, our detective agency has a variety of rich investigation experience and intelligence channels, may I ask what business you want to handle."

"Don't rush yet."

Dean took out his phone and dialed Harry's number, playing a voiceover.

"Strange guy."

Harpy vaguely sensed that something was wrong, took a step back, and retreated to the door, as if he was ready to run away as soon as he noticed that something was wrong.

Harry, this guy is probably fishing, and he answered the phone as soon as possible, and his tone was numb: "Wow, Boss Dean, you haven't contacted us for a long time, do you miss your good buddy Harry."

Dean rolled his eyes, "If I'm not mistaken, we just spoke on the phone last week!"

In his free time, he often talks to Harry and Lawrence on the phone to learn about the situation in Los Angeles and always look for opportunities to return.

Harpy, who was at the door, heard the voice coming from the phone, and his eyes widened: "You're Harry's friend!"

On the other end of the phone, Harry also heard Harpy's voice and exclaimed, "Boss Dean, how did I hear my good brother's voice..."

..

Ten minutes later.

Harry came to the detective agency and gave Dean a warm hug, "Boss Dean, you didn't contact us when you came back!"

"You know, it's not convenient right now, I need to keep a low profile as much as possible."

Dean pushed Harry away in disgust.

After some pleasantries.

In Harry and Harpy's patchwork story, Dean also learns about the cause and effect.

It turned out that after he left, although the fourth squadron took over a lot of eucalyptus, Dean's squad was directly taken over by the current captain Old Hunter, and the broken level of this old fritter was average...

And so.

The detection rate of eucalyptus cases has plummeted.

Now the fourth squadron is all relying on Lawrence to lead the beam.

The problem is that the fourth squadron is now divided into two squads, which also leads to the low income of Harry's squad.

Harry Ke also has a daughter to raise, he spends his own money and spends lavishly, and then he and his good brother, that is, Harpy, simply set up a detective agency to make extra money.

Harpy is what Harry used to call a hacker friend.

This guy has good computer skills.

Harry's face was full of melancholy and he spat out a smoke ring:

"I can use the police system, I know a lot of people, Harpy is computer proficient, he has good investigative skills, and he has a detective dream, so we started this detective agency together.

We thought we could make some money by taking over some jobs like catching women, but we didn't expect it to be easy to do.

When we opened, we didn't have any customers at all..."

Dean sneered, "Then you two bastards, can you explain why the email I received from Detective Smith Agency is the address here?"

Detective Smith isn't easy to mess with.

If they find out about this, Harry and his friend Harpy will be *** annoyed.

Harry didn't know about it either.

He looked at his good brother Harpy in amazement, "Man, what did you do?"

Harpy shrank his head: "Didn't those bastards look down on me, so I made an email blocker to intercept the emails sent to Los Angeles over there, but I saw the emails they sent to Boss Dean, it seemed that they wanted him to accept the message, so I thought I could learn how to be a detective, so I quietly modified the content of the email..."

Dean: "..."

It turned out that when he found out that the detective business was not easy to do, Harpy wanted to steal his studies, so he found the office of "Smith Detective Agency" in Los Angeles, and wanted to seek an opportunity to join the company, but was humiliated by the person who received him.

And then there was the fact that Dean was cheated here.

Fate is so wonderful.

Harry was worried that Dean would blame his good brother, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Boss Dean, Harpy is not bad, his ability is still very strong, he has a lot of potential, he just needs a master to take him, by the way, Harpy, haven't you opened your business these days?"

Harpy: "..."

He glanced at Harry, who was saying good things for him, and then at Dean, who was full of banter, and showed an embarrassed but polite smile: "Hehe, yes, although something went wrong in the middle, I still completed my employer's task."

Dean smiled and said, "You mean that your employer asked you to investigate the evidence of his husband's cheating, and then you went on the scene and let his husband cheat on you?"

Harry looked at his good brother Harpy in shock, his lips trembled, and finally turned into emotion: "Harpy, it's just a thousand dollars commission, you fight so hard?"

He didn't expect that in order to open up the market and help him relieve economic pressure, the good brother would be so cruel to himself!

At this moment, Harry made up his mind that even if he sold Bigu, he would let Boss Dean take Harpy with him and fulfill his dream of being a good brother's detective!

Harpy was anxious: "That's just acting, acting! The employer's husband does have a problem, the key is that the other party is too careful, I can't find a legal opportunity to obtain evidence, I can only make some bad moves... I... I am innocent!"

..

In the end, Dean took Harpy and prepared to take it with him.

It's not because Harpy is a friend of Harry's.

The main thing is that Harpy, for the sake of a thousand dollars of commission, can not hesitate to be innocent, personally end up, slander the employer's husband for sexual orientation and deception, enough to be shameless.

Dealing with it flexibly, shamelessly, and running away is also quick enough.

Temporary with a beater, it's enough.

After telling Harry not to reveal his return to Los Angeles for the time being, Dean took his newly acquired younger brother Harpy and rushed to the real office of "Detective Smith" in Los Angeles.