North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

"Dean, are you juggling?"

"Your fingers are really nimble."

"Dean, do you have a girlfriend now? If not, I can introduce my teacher to you. She will definitely like your hands."

"I swear!"

"."

What should I do if I have a clingy and dirty sister?

Dean put away the coin that was tumbling flexibly at his fingertips, and looked helplessly at his sister who was sticking to him: "Sinclair, maybe you can review your homework. I heard from my mother that your recent grades are not very good."

Sinclair rolled his eyes: "Oh~ come on, Dean, I'm only an eleven-year-old child, and I shouldn't be occupied by those boring and hypnotic things in my happy childhood."

"No, compared to you, Thompson is more like a simple child."

"Don't get me involved, I just rarely watch those adult talk shows." Thompson, who was assembling a large Rubik's cube, retorted without looking up.

All right.

Dean nodded approvingly.

There are a lot of adult programs in the United States, and mother Sheila and sister Sinclair are the loyal audience of these programs.

But as soon as Thompson opened his mouth, Sinclair immediately retorted: "Thompson, as your sister, I think you need to watch more talk shows. Those shows can at least make you more interesting when you are bored. I am really worried about you." When you graduated from high school, you couldn't find a dance partner, and in the end you had to let me be your dance partner."

"I will never lack a dance partner!"

"That's what you said before junior prom."

"That was before!!"

"oh."

"!!!"

Thompson broke the defense.

He hugged his Rubik's Cube silently and shrank to the other corner of the sofa.

Finish bullying Thompson.

Sinclair smacked his mouth a little bit, turned his eyes to the side again, and wanted to continue to harass his second brother, but found that Dean had slipped away without knowing when.

Dean was relieved to leave the house.

Sinclair may have not seen him for a long time, but he is very interested in him and very clingy.

Dean was not used to this.

This takes a little while.

Touched his belly.

Dean walked toward the convenience store across the street.

He has been getting used to his current physical strength all morning, and after a lot of tossing, he is also a little hungry.

In fact, he would rather have a juicy barbecue.

But Mom Sheila's neighborhood is mid-range, with only one fast food restaurant a few blocks away.

Dean didn't bother to leave.

There are not many customers in the convenience store.

Dean pushed the door open.

The boss didn't lift his head when he heard the commotion, and was concentrating on reading the newspaper with his head down.

Dean didn't care either.

Don't expect to have a good attitude in this kind of private convenience store, and there are fewer types of items, and the prices are much more expensive than the supermarkets outside.

Ordinary people go to the supermarket directly to buy things, buy supplies for a week or even half a month, and only go to convenience stores to buy in emergencies.

Dean walked through the shelves, and suddenly found a bottle of something very familiar in the corner: "I didn't expect there to be Huaguo's Lao Mazi hot sauce in this small convenience store."

What a nostalgic taste.

In his previous life, when he was very young, he was adopted from an orphanage by the organization, and he was a rootless person who wandered around in various countries to perform tasks.

The only thoughts in adulthood are these homologous foods.

Did not expect this world also has.

"It's a pity that I have confirmed that this world is not the previous life, but a parallel world. Otherwise, I might have a chance to destroy the organization I belonged to in the previous life and let them pay back what they owed me!"

Dean holds the chili sauce, his mind wandering.

Sudden.

"Ah~"

A woman's terrified exclamation came from the door.

"Shut up!"

"Stinky bitch, shut up and lie down!"

"Hey, calm down, it's money, don't shoot.."

Dean took out a fruit knife from the shelf next to it, and with a flash, he hid it behind the shelf and looked towards the entrance of the convenience store.

I saw a thin black man wearing a hood and holding a black pistol, pointing at the convenience store owner.

The convenience store owner was very calm.

While comforting the other party, he swiftly threw a bunch of small bills from the cash register onto the table.

Under the counter, there was another obese female customer covering her mouth, with her butt protruding, shivering shiveringly, for fear of being shot.

Oh huh~

This is a robbery.

Dean tore off the package of the fruit knife in his hand and hid it in the palm of his hand, without any thought of getting out.

Of course, if the robber comes over.

He doesn't mind sending the other party to listen to God's teachings, and earn some experience points by the way.

Except for that hapless female guest.

The rest of the customers in the convenience store, after hearing the movement, had already proficiently lay down under the shelves everywhere, covering their heads with their hands, neither listening nor looking.

Just robbery, everyday life.

No fuss needed.

The whole robbery process ended very quickly.

It takes less than a minute to touch.

The armed robbers took the stolen banknotes, pushed the door out, rushed into a car parked on the side of the road, and walked away.

"Huh~"

The convenience store owner breathed a sigh of relief: "Guests, the unpleasant matter is over. I'm sorry for this, but please don't leave and wait for the police to come and register."

As he spoke, he called the police and the insurance company.

"Oh, God, I was scared to death. I didn't expect these niggers to appear in the Arthur community."

The fat woman who was lying on the ground earlier sat on the ground in shock, her whole body was still shaking.

But she obviously didn't notice that there were two black people among the customers in the convenience store: "Smelly bitch, what are you talking about? Keep your mouth clean!"

"Am I wrong? Where there are blacks, there is evil, and you are the ones who made this mess!"

Fat women are clearly racist.

Seeing that they didn't have guns in their hands, and that the police would be there soon, she became bolder and vented her previous fright to these two customers who were also dark-skinned.

"FK. YOU"

A can, hit the fat woman's mouth in exchange for the other party's miserable wailing.

Dean leaned on the shelf, eating bread while watching the farce in front of him with interest.

As an immigrant country, the United States has a lot of bad things, and even more weird ones.

It's just a small scene.

This convenience store is located in a mid-range community, and there are police patrolling outside 24 hours a day, following the dispatch of the command center.

After everyone waited for less than five minutes, sirens sounded outside.

Dean also saw the policeman's way of handling cases here: he turned on the law enforcement device, briefly asked the convenience store owner a few words, then asked Dean and other customers about the situation, and then drove away.

As for the fight between the fat woman and the two black customers?

The fat woman didn't report the crime immediately.

It's none of their business.

The two black customers gave the fat woman a middle finger and then left.

Poor fat woman, looking at the leaving police car, covering her mouth full of blood and speechless, can't help crying

"What an interesting day."

Dean finished paying and called Eve.

In this wonderful country, there are probably many cases.

Dean was looking forward to his police career.

In the next chapter, enter the serious crime team and start the case.