"The lawyer's name is Barnaby, a high-achieving student, after entering the industry, his business ability is very good, and he originally had a good future, but because of some character problems, he became the garbage that everyone in the industry shouted at, and finally fell to the point of helping those immigrants and agents."

Caro drove the car and took Dean to the lawyer's house, and by the way, briefly talked about the lawyer's situation.

During Dean's absence, he was forced to be on his own with Harry, talked a lot, and made great progress.

"What kind of character problem?"

Dean came interested.

In the profession of lawyer, reputation and professionalism are very important, once there is a stain on the body, it is like a prostitute marrying someone from a good person, even if the skills are good and there is a choice, the prostitutes are not willing to marry home.

General character problems will not lead to an excellent lawyer becoming garbage in everyone's mouth.

So Barnaby, the lawyer, should have made some mistakes of principle.

Sure enough, hearing Dean's curiosity, Carlo's sullen man had a wicked smile on his face: "When this guy was helping a little rich man deal with a divorce case, he hooked up with the rich man's wife, and then the two of them legally set up a trap and turned the rich man into a poor man, but the rich man's wife secretly had many lovers, and when he opened the silver party, he sucked up and told this matter in public." ”

Ooh~

Dean had a look on his face.

Hook up with the employer's wife, and then swallow the employer's property.

This matter is much more serious than problems such as lax mouth, poor business, etc., and the circle of lawyers is so big, no one would be stupid enough to invite such a person.

No wonder this guy has become synonymous with garbage in the industry.

"But this guy is really good."

Admiration flashed across Caro's face:

"Harry had checked Barnaby's information from a friend before.

After the disrepute of the industry, Barnaby very decisively abandoned his character as an elite lawyer, put down his body, and took the initiative to find those black agents in Los Angeles.

He served as the legal counsel for those black intermediaries, helping them avoid legal problems.

Barnaby was almost shot in the middle.

The rich man who was bankrupt because he found the black Mexican workers who were cheated by Barnabi, and told them that the reason why it was difficult to defend their rights was because of Barnaby's idea, and then those Mexicans came to Barnaby with guns.

Barnaby was lucky that the bullet only cost him part of his liver, but it didn't kill him.

Normal people generally don't dare to continue to do this kind of thing at this time.

After all, in a country where it is easy to get a pistol, no one dares to overly exploit those black workers who are already living a very hard life.

Barnaby is different.

After being discharged from the hospital, he learned his lesson and no longer cooperated with other black agents, but began to take charge of the business of Asian black agents, especially those in China.

There are a lot of black intermediaries in Huaguo, and there are many black households here, the key is that most of them don't like to cause trouble, and their cultural level is not high.

Barnaby also noticed that every year, many dogs in the Federation build momentum in China, causing people there to regard the United States as a paradise, and as long as China does not rise, this endless stream of piglets can always be eaten.

He realized that the black intermediaries opened by these Chinese were his hope for turning over, so he put most of his energy into the black intermediary circles opened by those Chinese.

This time, Barnaby was even more ruthless.

He studied the law, gave ideas to those black intermediaries, legally extracted the money of those black workers who were smuggled to the United States, and when he was done, he sold the piglets, and the men sent them to those remote illegal marijuana plantations, and the women. Hehe.

Slowly, this has become an industrial chain.

Barnaby's income is also much higher than before, and he even opened a law firm to serve those Chinese black intermediaries, lying on this group to suck blood. ”

Listening to Carlo's narration, Dean was somewhat silent.

He couldn't help but think of the freighter he had encountered in the battle royale game before.

On the freighter, there was also a group of stowaways.

Generally, the people who come to the dark are basically at the bottom of the society, either in order to turn over, or to make the life of their families in China better, with all kinds of dreams and dangers, and come to this extremely realistic country.

It's a pity that the outside is not as beautiful as they imagined.

They are like cattle and sheep migrating from the African continent, not only are they sucked by all kinds of jackals and mosquitoes along the way, but they also have a large group of 'own people' who can't get along in this country, and they are used as flesh and blood food for life.

That's the reality.

Dean shook his head, dissipating the compassion that had just emerged in his heart.

The path is chosen by oneself.

In the future, if he really stands up and becomes a real voice being, he may do something for these hard-working compatriots, but before that, Dean chooses to respect the fate of others.

Barnaby's family lives in an affluent neighborhood of Los Angeles.

Of course, it's just relatively wealthy, probably in the upper echelons of the middle class in Los Angeles.

A property here is worth more than $3 million.

The annual housing tax is 0.51%, which is not high, but it also costs 15,000 to 2,000 US dollars, plus property fees, basic repairs such as garden lawn houses, community activities, and previous contacts with neighbors, etc., and the additional annual expenditure is not less than 50,000 US dollars for living here.

And that's not even the hidden stuff.

For example, if you are depressed in your daily performance, or if you don't fit into the community, you may even be voted out by the community committee, so there will be a lot of extra expenses in order to maintain decency.

These implicit unspoken rules eventually formed a class that isolated the bottom from the bottom.

When Dean and the others entered the community, a group of young people were having a party.

Young and beautiful women, dressed in cool swimsuits, playing with water guns, and people wearing chef's hats and waiters shuttled among them, helping this group of carefree young people with food and drink.

In the corner, you can also see several young men and women wearing rings with pierced ears and noses, hiding together and spitting out clouds.

You don't have to look to guess they're smoking marijuana.

Carlo glanced at the group of young people enviously and shrugged: "Boss, do you see, there will be no police here who will take the initiative to arrest them, Barnaby that guy seems to have made a lot of money over the years." ”

Dean patted Carlo's shoulder, pointed to the men and women hiding in the corner, and said with a smile: "What do you think those people are coming from?" ”

Carlo's ability is good, and now he has made great progress, and he may be able to take charge of himself in the future.

Carlo slowed down and followed Dean's gaze for a few moments, then hesitated, "The temperament of those people who play games looks a lot worse, some like people who have been in the slums since childhood." ”

Hearing this, Dean nodded: "Yes, those guys are not from this community. ”

Blatantly smoking marijuana outdoors.

This kind of person is actually rare in the upscale community of the pseudo-rich.

Because if someone reports it, their family reputation will be affected, and their popularity will be worse, and it will even lead to their own family being expelled from this circle.

"Your eyesight is much better than it used to be." Dean praised Qua Carlo and continued, "Can you guess why these guys are here? ”

Carlo didn't even think about it, and just shook his head.

He wasn't God, how could he possibly know why these gangsters were in such an out-of-place neighborhood.

How can this be guessed?

Seeing this, Dean began to teach:

"You have to learn to take the initiative to get what your surroundings tell you, like that handwritten sign that tells you that it's a birthday party between college classmates.

At this time, you have to ask yourself, why a group of rich people's children celebrate their birthdays, and a few rotten people who look bad at first glance are mixed in. ”

"Something to entertain?"

A lewd smile appeared on Caro's face.

The United States is deeply polarized, especially in high school and college, which is notoriously chaotic.

"No, it's not that simple."

Dean shook his head and dismissed Carlo's speculation: "You only guessed one thing, the birthday celebration will be a swimsuit party, this group of young people may indeed have some entertainment in the future, but even if they want some items to help the fun, they will prepare them in advance, instead of bringing people to the body." ”

"Okay, boss, you know, I didn't go to college, so I don't have any idea about these routines."

Carlo gave up thinking.

"It's people." Dean shrugged his shoulders and said the answer: "Only when you need to bring someone with you, you need these bastards to join, they are like pimping, some more conservative and eager to see new things international students or handsome guys and beauties who have been smuggled over, find an excuse to introduce this kind of body to become part of the entertainment." ”

Hearing the answer, Carlo frowned slightly: "I remember that there are a lot of modeling entertainment companies in Los Angeles, these rich young people should not be bad at this, why do you want to make such trouble?" ”

"One reason is because of the cleanliness.

After all, in many countries, there are not as many rotten people as the United States that has been baptized by hippie culture.

Another reason is because it's cool!

Most of the foreign students have a good family environment in their own country.

It's a cool thing to pull these people into the water and watch them rot.

Imagine that.

A person in his own country, who is not lower or even higher than them, comes to a foreign country because he longs to fit into the local circle and whispers in front of them.

Doesn't that give them a refreshing experience from above?

Watching them rot afterwards can bring the twisted joy of ruining a good thing.

Not to mention other aspects of enjoyment. ”

After speaking, Dean patted the thoughtful Carlo on the shoulder: "Eyesight is an ability that requires experience accumulation to continuously improve. ”

"Yes."

Carlo nodded silently.

He is nothing more than an inconspicuous ordinary person with some combat ability.

No one else will teach him these things.

Following Dean is really the most correct decision he has ever made in his life.

Conversations.

A white house with a slight sense of heaviness appeared in front of the two of them.

Carlo found a spot to stop the car, took out his detective card and pinned it to his chest: "Boss, one hundred and three, it's here." ”

It was also his first time at Barnaby's house.

After getting off the bus.

Dean glanced at the mailbox erected on the side of the road, his eyebrows furrowed.

Residents of the United States often receive a variety of bills, receipts, and letters, so they generally have the habit of checking their mailbox every day.

But the mailbox outside Barnaby's house was full at the moment.

This mailbox is about the size of an adult's torso, and the volume is not small, even if Barnaby did not set the receiving address in the law firm he opened, the mailbox would not have reached this level in a few days.

Moreover, Barnabi has more business and receives more letters every day, and it is unlikely that he will set up his inbox address at his residence.

So, Barnaby probably hasn't been back for a long time.

"Carlo."

Dean grabbed Carlo, who wanted to ring the doorbell, and said solemnly, "When was the last time you saw Barnaby?" ”

Although Carlo didn't know why Dean asked this, he still said honestly: "Barnaby took the initiative to find us the day after we found the deceased Yu Linfen, and the specific time was six days ago. ”

"Six days.."

Dean muttered to himself.

The deceased Yu Linfen was suspected of having a gangster background and helping the Chinese gang Huaqing Gang launder money, but he died suddenly, either assassinated by a rival gang or involved in other dangerous things.

Considering that Barnaby is deeply involved with the Chinese black intermediary, and is the personal lawyer of the deceased Yu Linfen.

He suspects that Barnaby, the lawyer, has been killed at home, and even in his residence, there may be people waiting for him!

To be on the safe side.

Dean still told Carlo to take out his pistol and open the safe.

Carlo is a man of persuasion.

Seeing that Boss Dean was so solemn, he realized that the situation was wrong, not only did it immediately, but also went back to the car, mended a body armor, and by the way, straddled a semi-automatic rifle around his waist.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no one on the side of the road.

Anyone who sees his outfit at first glance will think that this is a thug who is ready to violently invade the private sphere of others.

After feeling a little safer.

Carlo looked at Dean and asked if he could come forward.

"Go ring the doorbell."

Dean is now on suspension and is considered to have helped solve the case, so he did not pull out his gun.

Carlo took a deep breath, walked up the steps, and rang the doorbell.

That's when it happened.

A creepy feeling welled up in Dean's mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed Carlo and threw it behind him, and at the same time he jumped down the steps and curled up in the same embarrassed posture of a goose falling on the sand and a vicious dog pounced.

The next moment.

Bang~

Countless sawdust flew out of the gate, and orange flames raged, tearing apart most of the exterior walls of the house, and at the same time, a circle of visible air waves swept in all directions, shattering the glass of several nearby houses.

Buzz~

Dean struggled to get up from the ground with a not-so-serious tinnitus, and looked at the mess around him with an ugly face.

His guess came true!

Someone has set up an explosives trap in the house!

(End of chapter)