"Go back and take a warm bath, get some sleep, and when you wake up again, it's all over."

Dean drove Lawrence to the downstairs of the apartment where he lived.

Lawrence nodded, and sighed again:

"Now old Hunter is all about business, and you're not here.

I'm alone, and it's already hard to lead my own team, and it's hard for Harry to take care of it.

Listen to what old Hunter means, the director may consider parachuting an inspector into the fourth squadron to take your previous position.

Hehe.

Before, it was clearly said that you should take a break for a while, but now it has changed again.

These people."

He shook his head, opened the door, waved his hand at Dean, and disappeared into the stairwell.

"Airborne?"

Dean smiled coldly and drove back to the rental house.

The next day, the media in Los Angeles smelled like sharks smelling blood, and various newspapers and television stations made headlines about the crazy police car queue in Los Angeles yesterday.

The Japanese embassy also sent a protest, hoping that the Z government in Los Angeles would give an explanation for the cruel persecution of their country's citizens.

Interpretation?

When did the people of America regard the Japanese people as human beings?

When it's good, they don't mind putting on a nice gentleman's face.

Once threatened to their own interests.

Hehe!!!

In their eyes, these little dwarfs are nothing more than blood bags they have cultivated and vicious dogs that have restricted that big eastern country, how can they care about the protests of their Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Of course, surface work still has to be done.

Mr. Saul, in particular, also called in person to inquire about the situation and expressed his concern about this vicious incident.

And so.

A spokesman for the Los Angeles Police Department held a press conference to explain last night's terrible incident.

Neil is on a business trip.

Dean was home alone.

He sat in front of the TV with Lawrence, who had been dismissed, crossed his legs, ready to watch the police define the crimes they committed last night at the press conference.

On TV, a blonde beauty, facing the various reporters and media below, said with a serious face: "Ladies and gentlemen, fighting for last night's atrocity, our police have found important clues through the investigation of the scene and locked the identity of the suspect!" ”

Under the gaze of the crowd.

Her tone was calm:

"The murderer was very vicious, killed everyone in the clubhouse, and before leaving, tried to destroy the traces left at the scene through flames.

But they underestimated us Los Angeles police!

After a sleepless night's investigation.

Eventually, our police specialists, in a pile of wreckage, found a pistol that belonged to the attacker and was almost burned."

Looking at the eloquent speaker, Lawrence touched his nose.

If he's not mistaken.

Although they killed people and set fires, the pistol that was deliberately left behind was clearly placed on the inside of the gate of the clubhouse, which was a place where the flames would spread, but it was difficult for the pistol to have a real impact.

As long as it's not blind.

A simple search of the scene will reveal the pistol.

How did it become 'after a sleepless investigation' in the mouth of the spokesman?

He couldn't help but mutter:

"Dean, I don't like these guys sitting in the office at all, you can't hear a word of truth in their mouths.

But these bastards are promoted faster than us, and their salaries crush us.

It's really unpleasant! ”

Dean pouted, but didn't speak.

It's the same everywhere.

Half of the money he earned in his previous life was siphoned off by the organization, and the remaining half was handed over to the instructors and teachers who trained him at the beginning, and the remaining two-percent was equipment and intelligence expenditure, and he was actually only a quarter of the employer's money.

Is it black?

The reality is so.

On television, the spokesman continued:

"Based on the analysis of the shells left at the scene.

This pistol can be determined to be left behind by the murderer.

Finally, the police department used advanced testing methods to extract a fingerprint from the pistol, and according to the crime database search, the owner of the fingerprint was named Manorangin Chir.

Manorangin is the leader of a gang.

More than a month ago, his gang had clashed with the dead because of the territory.

After the conflict.

Manorankin's gang members, in the bar, were attacked by a mysterious gunman, suffered heavy casualties, and completely lost control of the gang's territory.

After our urgent investigation.

In the end, it was discovered that most of these deceased people had gangster backgrounds.

They belong to the Yamaguchi-gumi of the Nichiban gang.

We have reason to believe that it was they who sent gunmen to attack Manorangin's gang members in order to grab the territory, which led to Manolangin's counterattack and revenge. ”

Crash~

Hearing this, the reporters and media in the audience made a noisy discussion.

Is this really the case?

The spokesman patted the microphone, and his serious face showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling:

"Quiet.

Ladies and gentlemen, all that has just been done is all the information we have investigated.

If you still have any doubts and want to know more, you can choose to raise your hand, and I will randomly select a few to answer."

A reporter who had been arranged a long time ago immediately raised his hand.

The spokesman didn't give the rest of the reporters a chance, and directly hit the man who raised his hand: "This reporter from the Los Angeles Evening News, what is your problem?" ”

Under the envious gaze of many colleagues, the man coughed and said in a deep voice: "Ms. Peishan, after our understanding, last night in the suburbs of Los Angeles, there were two places in total that were attacked by a mysterious gunman gang, could it be that the other one is also the stronghold of the Yamaguchi Group?" ”

The spokesperson, Ms. Pei Shan as the male reporter, shook her head: "The other victim of the attack is a Japanese merchant family, they are all people with legitimate occupations on the surface, but it is not possible to rule out whether they have any contact with the people of the Yamaguchi-gumi, you can pay attention to our follow-up announcement, the next one."

Syllable~

Dean turned off the TV.

Just as he predicted.

The Los Angeles police defined their massacre last night as a bloody revenge between gangsters.

As for the dead Yamaguchi family, they were probably regarded as outcasts after the game with the Los Angeles police.

After all, it is impossible for him to force the entire police group for a group of dead people who have no help to him, even if he is a member of the big family, he will not do such a meaningless stupid thing.

The other side.

The mayor of Los Angeles, Mr. Saul, was also red-faced and panting as he watched the police press conference on television.

Hearing a spokesman on TV, he finally defined last night's massacre as a bloody revenge between gangs.

A woman kneeling on the ground, dressed in a kimono, raised her rosy face and looked at Thor incredulously.

The other party clearly promised that he would help his dead family and seek justice, why would the police say such a definition!

To know.

Once you define your own family, you will be defined as a gangster family.

Then they can't use the pressure of public opinion and the sympathy of the citizens to oppress the Los Angeles police, track down the rioters, and avenge their tragic deaths!

The woman let the saliva at the corners of her mouth stay, and opened her mouth to say something.

Thor squinted his eyes and looked up.

With a long sigh of satisfaction.

The white bullet shot out, hitting the woman's open mouth and hitting her questions back.

Saul Asteron glanced at the stupid woman kneeling in front of him, waved his hand in disgust, and motioned for the other party to leave.

The woman met the other party's indifferent eyes, her body trembled, and she became afraid.

The family is gone.

I, the person who was given as a gift, dared to say something, and I was afraid that he would disappear from this world immediately.

Come to think of it.

She didn't dare to wipe her mouth, obediently and meekly helped Thor close the door of the bird room, lay on the ground with her head down and squirmed back, until she disappeared from Thor's field of vision, she dared to get up, wiped the tears that welled up, walked out of the room, and disappeared into the passage with her head down.

Bang~

The woman left, and Thor, who was like a water stop afterwards, lit a cigar and took a few puffs, before a doubt flashed in his eyes.

Who the hell wiped out the Yamaguchi family?

The Yamaguchi family is indeed the object of his tacit choice of sacrifice after communicating with the Los Angeles police.

As for the rest of the Japanese benzene family, will it be chilling?

Dogs.

Hit a stick and give a bone.

Dare to scream.

Then just kill and eat meat.

After all, he has more than just a dog in his hands.

It's not so easy to get on his boat and think about it again!

That's not what Thor cared about.

He wanted to know more, who was it that wiped out the Yamaguchi family?

After all, people with a bit of intelligence channels should know that these Japanese people are now his dogs, and no one wants to be an enemy with himself in Los Angeles without a conflict of interest.

Saul's first suspicion was those wealthy Chinese businessmen.

But after an overnight investigation by his family's black gloves, it was found that the Chinese gangsters who were close to the group of wealthy Chinese businessmen did not make any moves, and there was no abnormality around those wealthy Chinese businessmen.

So, who the hell dares to touch his dog?

Thor can not care about the death of a dog, but he doesn't like it when someone doesn't take him seriously!

It's not over!

After watching the press conference of the Los Angeles police.

After Dean put Lawrence, who was finally relieved, into the car, he also got into the car and went to the café where he met Amon last time.

Business here is still bleak.

After seeing Dean, the waiter at the front desk greeted him warmly, as if asking what the guest needed, but what he said was: "Mr. Dean, Director Amon hopes that you can contact him as soon as possible using the special line." ”

"Lead the way!"

Dean nodded and said softly.

He knew that the reason why Amon had just left and wanted to contact him again should have guessed that the person who did it last night was him.

He was curious, though.

Why didn't Amon take the initiative to call him, but asked someone from the national security base to let him come over and contact him through a special line?

None of the phones worked.

What the hell is this guy doing now?

So secretive?

Led by the waiter, the two came to the third cubicle of the men's toilet.

The waiter motioned for Dean to wait outside.

Moment.

Accompanied by a click.

When the toilet door opened, the tiled wall behind the toilet (toilet) actually protruded and moved sideways, revealing a secret door hidden inside.

Dean swept his eyes over the toilet flush button and looked at the waiter.

The waiter smiled slightly, didn't explain, just stretched out his hand and motioned for Dean to walk in.

Enter the secret door.

At the foot is a downward staircase.

As Dean's body stepped on the stairs, soft lights lit up, illuminating his path.

Go down the stairs.

Dean ended up in a small room that was located a few meters underground.

The room is really small, only about five or six square meters, the height is only about one meter seven, Dean can only bend down when he enters, in the middle is a bright large-screen computer, and there are two inconspicuous speaker networks at both ends of the computer.

Maybe it's the waiter's notice above.

When Dean entered the small room, Amon's voice came from the computer: "Dean, you should know, I have promised you that I will let you return to the fourth squadron, as your detective, why do you still want to lead people to destroy the Yamaguchi family?" ”

His tone was tinged with dissatisfaction.

Because once Saul knows that the murderer is Dean, then even if Dean 'hugs' Guoan's thigh, the other party will definitely not be merciful in order to protect his face.

After all, it has not yet been officially established on the surface, and there is no stable national security in the position of power, so it is impossible to turn against Dean and the family behind him because of his small role.

So Amon is very dissatisfied with Dean being so restless!

Dean ignored Amon's displeasure, his eyes widened, and finally locked on a few inconspicuous holes, shrugging at them: "Director Amon, you seem to be pretty sure that I brought someone to do what happened last night?" ”

"Have you forgotten that I helped coordinate the of the Lucches family in New York, Dean Luches!" , Amon's tone has changed from dissatisfaction to unkindness!

Hear the words.

Dean didn't quibble, he simply sat down in a chair, set up his feet, lit a cigarette, and in the smoke rising, he said seriously: "Then you should know that if I don't do it, my brother and their family will have an accident." ”

"But they're just small characters!"

Amon almost roared!

He became more and more angry: "Do you know, just for some small roles, you almost disrupted my original plan in Los Angeles, didn't Anthony teach you, what is a trade-off?" ”

Bang~

Dean slammed the table in the face of Amon's angry questioning, and replied even more angrily:

"Amon!

This is America!

This is Los Angeles in the United States, not a place where those little fools can be presumptuous!

Today they dare to openly do things to the detectives and their families.

Dare to on our heads tomorrow!

This group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves can only rely on their fists to make them obediently kneel on the ground and obey. ”

Far away.

Amon listened to Dean's voice coming from the device with a confused expression.

This guy, if he remembers correctly, is a multi-hybrid breed, how can he be more American than himself, a pure American?

However, he agreed with Dean's words.

He is a pure American, his ancestors were prisoners exiled here by the British Commonwealth, and his blood is pure, otherwise he would not have become the first batch of national security reserves at the beginning, and later he was promoted to director.

He was very wary and disliked the mad dog that had taken the initiative to attack the United States.

Dean's point of view undoubtedly made him agree very much.

However, in his plan, Dean, a man with a smart brain, is undoubtedly a very important point, so he is still ready to knock this guy.

That's when it happened.

A wrinkled and age-spotted palm pressed the mute button of the instrument.

Amon was shocked, and looked at the old man beside him respectfully: "My lord."

The old man smiled and looked at Dean, who was in the surveillance, handsome and handsome: "This is the gray network plan, you chose the shadow son in Los Angeles?" ”

Amon nodded, "Yes, my lord." ”

"Very good guy, the attitude is very correct, it is worth spending some effort to cultivate and cultivate, if it is suitable, it is not impossible to absorb into our organization."

With that, the old man closed his eyes again.

After listening to the old man's words, Amon was shocked, and for Dean, he was both envious and jealous.

This guy is so easy that he has fallen into the eyes of adults!

FK！

He took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart, canceled the communication mute, and said in a cold voice: "Forget about this matter, but for your safety, those gunmen, must be solved!" ”

"Gunslinger?"

In the microphone, Dean's puzzled voice came: "Director Amon, what gunman?" Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, but I heard that there was a lot of wind and waves at sea last night, maybe the group of cruel murderers capsized while they were running away? ”

Looking at the surveillance, Dean's shameless face.

Amon laughed angrily.

This bastard is tougher than the best body armor in the world.

But it also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Dean did a clean job, and once those gunmen died, the chances of Thor trying to find out the truth would be greatly reduced.

Thereupon.

He continued to warn Dean before letting him go.

Communication was lost.

Amon was still a little uneasy.

Dean, this guy is thick-faced and black-hearted, and he is bold, so let him return to the detective bureau as soon as possible, otherwise he will have to make some moths for himself.

To avoid Saul's suspicions, of course.

Dean is on the surface, and naturally he can't go through the road of national security and return to his post.

All of this depends on the connections of the old man in front of him.

Amon set his gaze on the old man beside him who was resting with his eyes closed

Los Angeles.

After Dean left the café, he went straight to the hospital where Xiao Hei was recuperating.

In his deliberate posture.

Amon should speed things up and help him run his business.

Thinking that he would soon be able to continue investigating the case with Harry's old buddies again, Dean's mood couldn't help but become very happy.

As for the previous temporary younger brother Cheston Ern.

Kindness?

Who is Chesstonn?

Do you know each other?

Men will eventually return to life, and as for the wild flowers like Chesstonn, it's good to play with them, and you can't be too obsessed with them.

In the ward, Harry had woken up, grinning at his daughter and smirking, and by the way, he was talking nonsense with Phoebe.

Meet Dean who suddenly appears in front of him.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then let out a howl like killing a pig: "Boss, woo woo, I was beaten so badly..."

Dean: "..."

I haven't seen him for a while, how did this kid become Himeri angry?

He walked into the ward with a smile, picked up Harry's daughter, and said with a smile: "I'm back!" ”

"Hmm!"

Harry nodded emphatically!

Phoebe, who was on the side, looked at the conversation and demeanor of the two Ji Li Ji, shivered, and hurriedly snatched the stupid little doll from Dean who looked at Dean stupidly, and rushed out of the door.

Dean and Harry looked at each other and laughed.

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(End of chapter)