Sunny morning.

Dean, dressed in a black suit, drove an SUV to the Las Vegas Central Police Station.

It is a modern building that can accommodate hundreds of people, luxurious and magnificent, and the left and right canopies are full of police SUVs and patrol motorcycles.

The good law and order in Las Vegas is maintained by this large number of police officers.

"Hey, Dean, I know you, a hero for a minute or a coward for a lifetime?"

The middle-aged fat police officer leaning against the parking lot pillar wiped the cream on his hands, walked over and shook Dean's hand warmly and forcefully, and the LVPD badge on his chest shone in the sun.

"I'm Thomas Allen, and welcome to the Vegas Police Department." The man asked with a concerned expression, "Isn't it time for you to take a summer vacation, don't you go out to travel and relax?" ”

"Holden Ford asked me to pick up the pistol I lost last time in Lake Mead."

"Oh...", the man's face straightened, and there was a hint of respect in his expression, and then his eyes lit up and he walked straight past Dean, approached the domineering SUV behind him, and touched the left door emotionally, as if he was not caressing a cold metal body, but affectionately caring for his wife.

Dean looked at the numbness of his scalp.

Isn't it just a big white iron shell, a means of transportation, it is necessary to be so obsessed?

"If I'm not mistaken, this baby is a new model that just went on sale this year, the third-generation Ford Blanco, a high-end leisure SUV."

"Good vision."

"How much did it cost?"

"It cost 13,000 dollars to pack a set." Dean said casually.

Used cars or other models are much cheaper, two or three thousand dollars can be done, and buying a brand new car can be eight thousand dollars.

But he prefers this multi-purpose new car. The advantages of this car are obvious, one is that there is a large space and plenty of space to hide weapons.

The second is that the horsepower is sufficient, strong enough, able to face all kinds of bad road conditions, and there is no pressure on long journeys.

He did not hesitate to spend $5,000 in savings for this, and advanced this year's $8,000 with the band.

Now he has just over 1,000 knives left.

"So cheap?"

"I have acquaintances who gave me a discount."

"I see, you have to be careful, oil prices have soared in recent years, this gold-swallowing monster is not easy to raise, and it is far less economical than Japanese cars." The man hooked his hands, "Let's go, I'll take you to Holden." ”

……

Inside the police station.

Carrying a briefcase, Dean followed Thomas all the way down the hallway, constantly looking around curiously, the structure of the police station was more intricate than an ordinary office building, and each floor was divided into countless sections.

Spacious communal office areas, interrogation rooms, private offices, and even a holding room for temporary prisoners...

In the central public office area, a group of police officers were talking on the phone and taking notes, and a few thin prisoners with tattoos or dressed like vagabonds were handcuffed to their desks.

Not all police officers wore serious, drab khaki uniforms, and a significant number wore suits of various colors with padded shoulders, or took off their coats and exposed ties and shirts.

The majority are white, followed by blacks, and there are also sporadic Asian faces.

Among them, about half of the police officers have a large belly and are bloated and out of shape due to frequent consumption of high-calorie food and irregular work and rest.

But more, especially the young cop, is strong and lean, with bulging muscles under the sleeves, obviously maintaining the habit of fitness, and his eyes are sharp, which is not easy to mess with at first glance.

"Thomas, don't you have only one daughter, Grechen? When did you get an extra son? ”

A brown-skinned policeman walked up to him,

"I didn't sleep well last night and got a brain cramp?" Thomas reproached, "Don't even know the hero who saved us LVPD? ”

"Oh, I remember, you're the Asian kung fu kid on the news, right?"

Dean's face darkened.

"Finally got a chance to meet you in person, I'm Carol Krause, and I'm curious about what kind of fighting techniques you used to beat the gunners in Lake Mead, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Boxing, or Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do?"

"Actually, I used the Fist of God (luck)."

Dean replied earnestly with a straight face.

The brown-skinned man was making a fuss, and a heroic Hispanic policewoman surrounded him, gave Dean a warm hug, and invited him to eat a fragrant Mexican taco.

"Little brother, thanks to you for stepping up at the time, otherwise the Director would have blown up the brainstems of our poor creatures."

Walking from the first floor to the second floor, Dean lost count of how many police officers stopped to greet him: patting him on the shoulder, thanking him, encouraging him, and someone even left him a phone number to contact him when he needed help.

His heroic actions have already won the hearts of the COPs. But Dean was flattered by this enthusiasm.

"Sorry, little brother, these guys have no ill will."

"I understand."

"It's time to get to the place, Holden is inside, I'll go and get busy first."

“Bye!”

Corner of the second floor.

Dean knocked on the office door.

Crunch –

The door opens.

The dark-haired man poked his head out, a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and reached out to shake Dean's.

"Come in and sit down, you're here a few days later than I expected, we need to hurry."

"You're not surprised at all, you think I'm coming?"

Dean sat on the chair opposite the desk and looked around, the room was shabby, with white walls on all sides, which was larger than an ordinary bathroom, except for a cabinet for documents, an office desk, two chairs, and not even a water dispenser.

"As I said, the two of us have the same qualities, so we will naturally recognize each other, and I have already regarded you as my own." Holden took Colt M1911A1 out of the drawer, "Put things away, don't lose them again this time." ”

Dean took the gun, holding it in both hands, a familiar sense of security welling up in his mind.

He tensed his arms and aimed his gun at Holden Ford, who was across the table.

Click.

Closing the insurance,

Pull the sleeve to press down the hammer,

The expression is indifferent and the eyes are sharp.

"Now, Holden, are you still so confident?"

"Stop playing, there's no bullet in the gun."

Dean shrugged his shoulders and let go of his hand, the pistol hanging from his index finger.

"Do you have a holster, give me one."

"Give."

Holden points Dean on how to properly place the gun in the holster.

Then put your elbows on the desk and put your palms together to support your chin.

"Back to the point, congratulations, when you came to me, you made a wise decision and chose a bright road of legal compliance."

"With me, the mistakes you made in the past will be written off and you will start anew."

"The death of Bob and his son has nothing to do with me, I didn't come to give in to you and admit my mistakes, I just want to find an opportunity to hone and hone myself." Dean put Colt in his briefcase and emphasized,

"Well, since you're here, the outcome doesn't matter." Holden nodded,

Dean then said,

"After the Lake Mead incident, I deeply realized that the United States is too chaotic and must have more knowledge and skills for self-defense, and you mentioned LVPD volunteers last time."

"I checked, this part-time employee has free attendance time, and I can wait until I have time to apply for assistance tasks. And you can exercise your skills and shooting skills, and there are some meager subsidies. ”

"The most important thing is that it is easy to join, with my innocent family background and the courage medal I received not long ago, I only need to file a case at the police station to get this job!"

Holden shook his head and smiled,

"Volunteering isn't as fun and exciting as you might think, and most of the time you're driving around Las Vegas in circles and killing time. So I have some extra arrangements for you. ”

"Additional arrangements?"

Dean wondered,

"Holden, aren't you FBI busy and need to travel around the country to handle cases? But as far as I know, you have been at LVPD for more than a month, and you are going to continue to stay, and you still have time to arrange for me to be guided? ”

Dean couldn't figure out what the FBI was in the Las Vegas Police Department?

"Exuberant curiosity is the ladder of progress, and I satisfy you."

Holden smiled and leaned back into his seat.

"I'm from the Behavioral Sciences Department in Quantico, Virginia, and my previous job was to interview notorious murderers in various prisons, like Sam's Son."

"I communicate with these felons, record their murder experiences, summarize a set of methods that can be used to solve crimes, and then take these methods and theories to police stations across the country to preach, and occasionally assist local police stations to solve murder cases."

Holden paused and said calmly,

"But like you, I don't like to follow the rules, I like to use risky methods outside the rules, and I don't want to get involved in disgusting politics, so I offended two top bosses in the Department of Behavioral Sciences and was 'exiled' to Las Vegas for a 'vacation'."

"At least a year."

Dean was stunned.

Interview the murderer.

So this guy communicated too much with the murderer, so he acted like a psychopath?

Dean glanced at the humble surroundings,

"LVPD doesn't pay much attention to you?"

"Don't get me wrong, the director values me very much and gives me full freedom. I also asked for this room, and the humble environment is more able to sharpen the mind and keep people focused. When we first started our Behavioral Science Department, we spent several years in a completely unventilated basement. Holden said nostalgically,

"Well, hard and simple sir, what special arrangements do you have for me?"

Holden smiled, his eyes burning to make Dean uncomfortable.

"You're the biggest surprise of my trip to Las Vegas, a fiery horse with a lot of potential, your peers are still thinking about how to sleep more pretty girls, and you're already trying to figure out how to stealthily kill more criminals with an amazing track record."

Dean's eyelids jumped,

"It's not funny at all."

Holden continued,

"If you say it's a joke, then it's a joke, in order to prevent you from going astray, I will personally take you to investigate the case for part of the future, so that you can understand the rules and methods."

"In addition, for the sake of your mental health, I will also provide you with psychological counseling after encountering some special cases, and I hope that you can answer questions with an honest and honest attitude, and don't be so defensive about me."

He looked up, his eyes sincere,

"Dean, would you like to join me in this great undertaking?"

"Is this job a volunteer at heart?" Dean asked,

"Well, it's not an official COP, time is free, and there are no other constraints other than to follow basic rules and regulations. I also said hello to the director, and in the future, you will not have to go on patrol for your work time, but will be assigned to me. Don't worry, I'll take your academic pressure into account, and you can leave at any time if you don't want to stay. ”

Dean thought about it for half a minute, then hesitated,

"Sounds good, but to be your test subject, to expose your privacy?"

"What do you want?"

Dean's eyes shrunk into a slit, and a faint flash of golden light flashed,

"Such a difficult job is not compulsory labor, right?"

"Uh..."

The confident smile on Holden's handsome face froze for a moment, and he quickly wiped a drop of cold sweat from his forehead,

"Young people shouldn't be overly concerned about how much money they can make, because it's too snobbish and will seriously hinder your future development and prospects. You should focus on what kind of exercise you can get out of a career. ”

"Are you serious? I'm not interested in working day jobs. ”

Dean sighed, turned around and walked away without hesitation.

"I'll help you apply for a grant! Volunteers have a meager stipend. ”

Holden's eyelids jumped, and he suddenly got up and pressed the table loudly,

"If you can't apply, I will privately subsidize you, 300 dollars a month."

"Didn't you say that earlier?" Dean sat back down, cocking Erlang's legs.

He still has more than a thousand knives to be enough for the time being, but he just wants to make this guy who likes to pretend to be deflated.

"What do you say now?"

"Let's go and sign up as a volunteer." Holden took out a briefcase from under the table and tucked it under his armpit. "Then, I have a case at hand, and I just have an eyebrow, let's go and take a look."