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

"Dude, this... this joke is not funny at all!" Looking at the blades, needles, and pistols in front of him, the elite lawyers lost their sharp words and stammered.

"joke?"

The smile on Dean's face dissipated little by little: "Why do you think this is a joke, just because you are a guild lawyer?"

bump!

The chair fell to the ground.

The poor lawyer, unable to resist, was pinched by Dean's neck with one hand, and he slipped up, staring in the air.

He grabbed Dean's hand with both hands, his eyes full of horror.

madman!

This is a madman!

He actually shot himself at the police station!

Damn, I can't breathe!

this moment.

Countless thoughts floated in the mind of this lawyer who had been at the negotiating table for a long time, and finally all of them were fixed on the monitoring lights in the interrogation room that were no longer on.

Now here, in the monitoring blind spot! ! !

Accompanied by the rapid consumption of oxygen in the lawyer's body.

In panic.

In just over ten seconds, the whole face of this well-dressed lawyer was flushed red from the unsmooth blood, like a prawn that had been boiled all the time, with a ferocious expression.

Amodio, who was on the side, was even more frightened by the scene in front of him, shrinking into a ball.

He wants to run.

But the handcuffed hands fixed him on the chair, and he couldn't move at all.

Amodio could only curl his head tightly, praying that Dean would not notice him.

At this moment, there is no tyranny in him when he committed a crime.

Just when the lawyer thought he was going to die.

pat~

Dean suddenly let go of his hand.

The lawyer fell to the ground, coughing violently while clutching his throat, ignoring the splashing of saliva and snot, and breathing heavily.

survived!

"Don't say I won't give you a chance." Dean threw the pistol in his hand in front of the lawyer: "Either shoot me, or tell me who asked you to be Amodeo's lawyer!"

Elections are approaching.

The head of the Los Angeles Truck Association, unless his mind is full of shit, will let the lawyer in front of him defend the murderer of the previous serial burglary.

As soon as the news got out.

The head of the Los Angeles Truck Association is about to step down on the spot!

"No!", the lawyer quickly crawled back.

He is not stupid.

This gun cannot be fired 100%, as long as you touch it and leave fingerprints, you will die in vain!

"Let me go, I won't defend Amadeo, you can treat him whatever you want, let me go, I will leave immediately, and I am willing to sign a non-disclosure agreement on this matter!" The lawyer knelt on the ground, Crying and begging for mercy.

The confidence of these people is only effective for those who talk about the rules.

But the Dean in front of him looks like a pervert no matter how he looks at it!

"It's very difficult for me if you don't cooperate with my treatment." Dean shook his head regretfully: "But I admire people with professional ethics. Since you don't want to speak up, I won't force you."

Lawyers have light in their eyes again!

He lay on the ground, looking at Dean eagerly, hoping to hear from this lunatic that he was willing to let him go.

Look at the light of hope ignited in the lawyer's eyes.

Dean grinned, his eyes full of disregard for life: "So, before I finish treating Amodio, Mr. Lawyer, think about the epitaphs of you and your family, and take it as a reward for keeping your mouth shut."

The light of hope in the lawyer's eyes shattered.

The door of the interrogation room must be opened from the outside.

The guns on the ground are definitely a trap.

The lunatic in front of him was not prepared to let him survive at all, and even threatened him with the lives of his whole family!

this moment.

The lawyer was full of despair.

Because, when he opened his mouth, it had the same ending!

"Ahhh!"

The lawyer suddenly howled and rushed up from the ground. Instead of rushing towards Dean, he rushed towards Amodio, who was shrunk into an ostrich: "FK, You, you bastard killed me, go to hell!"

touch~

Before he got close to Amadeo.

Dean kicked him away: "Think about it again."

After finishing speaking, Dean ignored the lawyer lying on the ground, grabbed Amadeo's hair, and pulled his head down, forcing him to face himself.

From the moment he was caught to the present, Amodiou has not rested for a moment, and his spirit has been in a state of tension, his eyes are bloodshot.

He looked at Dean in horror.

damn it.

Isn't this the territory of the police department!

This lunatic is openly abusing prisoners here and even threatening lawyers. Does this world still have human rights and laws?

"Tut tsk tsk." Dean picked up a piece of thin paper and slowly covered his face: "Mr. Amodio, I'm sorry to see you here. I thought the murderer who could abuse three women would be A very good treatment of patients, but your current performance, I am so disappointed."

Huh~

Amadeo quickly blew the paper off his face: "I was forced to, if I don't do that, Bill will kill me!"

"Yeah?"

Dean was not in a hurry, bent down and picked up the water bottle under Amodio, and imitated Amodio's tone:

"No! I haven't played enough!"

".Understood, Butcher, it's a pleasure working with you, and I look forward to the start of the next game."

Hear the words.

Amadeo's pupils constricted violently, and his heart almost stopped suddenly!

damn it!

Wasn't this the last call he had with Bill?

Dean looked at Amodeo, who was terrified to the extreme, and knew it in his heart.

He continued to stimulate:

"Amodeo, didn't Lucifer and the others tell you that we have already installed monitoring software on Bill's cell phone.

Oh, right.

The reason why you were arrested so quickly was because a 'good-hearted person' reported your location.

I guess, did they fool you and say they'll arrange everything so you'll be fine, so you're just stupid enough to get away with it? "

Amodio gritted his teeth.

Will not!

Lucifer entrusted such an important matter to me, it is impossible for me to take the initiative to die!

The lunatic in front of him.

You must be lying to me!

Terrified to the limit!

The tyranny in Amodeo's heart rose instead.

He glared at Dean viciously: "Who are you, I swear, I will kill you, and then scream and kill all the opposite sex in your family!"

Dean's face darkened: "Very well, the treatment is starting. By the way, my name is Dean. Don't forget to meet Satan!"

"Dean!"

"You are Dean!"

Amadeo's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, turning into flames, burning Dean to ashes: "Asshole, I. Woo~"

Stop Amodeo's mouth with paper.

With a blank expression, Dean picked up a piece of thin paper and wet it, covering Amadeo's face.

Accompanied by Amadeo's rapid breathing.

The flexible and absorbent thin paper immediately fit tightly around his nose.

Lost oxygen intake.

Amadeo struggled frantically, but his hands couldn't get rid of the handcuffs.

Sheets of fine paper covered the surface, layer after layer of ice water infestation.

After a while.

Amadeo twitched all over his body, and there was a foul smell coming from his body.

He is incontinent.

aside.

The lawyer who was struggling to fight Dean with a gun, looked at the miserable Amodio, choked up his saliva, and said weakly: "I said, I said, it was the people from the Dagger Gang who called me Amodio Defending!"

"Very good, Mr. Lawyer, it seems that your treatment is very effective." Dean squatted down: "Tell me, what's going on with the Dagger Gang!"

The Truck Guild belongs to the Great Guild of America.

In the early years, it was actually a gang.

It's just washed out now.

Ordinary gangs don't dare to take action against the lawyers of the truck association.

Especially right around the time of the election.

The lawyer glanced at Amodio, who was barely moving, and said very fast: "The Dagger Gang is the largest violent gang in Los Angeles. They threatened me with the life of my family. I dare not refuse. As long as you protect my family , I am willing to testify against the Dagger Gang!"

Know the goal.

Dean picked up the plastic pen on the side, removed the refill, shoved it hard down Amadeo's throat, and punched him in the chest again.

Huh~

The foul-smelling air rushed out of the pen barrel immediately.

Amadeo was alive again.

Do it all.

Dean took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff and threw it to the lawyer. Under his blank eyes, he took out the police detective card, pointed to the police badge on it and said, "Remember, this is the biggest violent gang in Los Angeles. , you will be glad that you accepted my treatment today."

After speaking, he picked up the pistol and the objects on the table, and walked out towards the opened door of the interrogation room.

In fact, the lawyer really helped Amodeo, and it was really a dead end.

The Daggers will be silenced.

The truck guild who reacted would not let him go.

behind.

The lawyer looked at the back of Dean leaving, picked up the cigarette on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, spit a few mouthfuls, and whispered: "Thank you, Detective Dean."

He understood what Dean said.

just before that.

He had no choice at all.

Outside the interrogation room.

Anthony looked at Dean with a complicated expression: "You are wilder than I imagined."

He was going to say crazy pervert.

In fact, Dean's performance in it just now is not like a performance at all, but more like showing his true colors.

"Thank you for the compliment." Dean leaned against the wall: "The Dagger Gang mentioned by the lawyer should have something to do with the Lucifer Game Organization, and Amodio, I can see that he seems to think that Lucifer's people have lied to him , so I suspect he was arrested with a purpose."

"I know." Anthony took out a cigarette and stuffed it into Dean's mouth, and lit it for him with his own hands: "I guess there is something wrong with this lawyer, but I don't care."

"Why?" Dean wondered.

Anthony was relieved to see Dean like this.

Earlier in the interrogation room, Dean was not at all like a 21-year-old youth who had just graduated from the police academy for half a year, but a seasoned torturer and a butcher who had no regard for life.

It's normal now.

Anthony thought for a while and explained, "Because he represents the Truck Association.

Dean, do more and make more mistakes, do less and make fewer mistakes.

There are many factions in the FBI.

I would rather listen to the above and pretend not to know, so that if something goes wrong afterwards, the truck association will be responsible.

But if I intervene.

The unlucky ones are me and the newcomers below me.

This is politics, the first lesson I teach you. "

He stretched out his palm: "Let's get to know Anthony Morgan again, an old fritter from the FBI, and also a trainer for newcomers. Currently, there is a lack of someone who can inherit my abilities. I am very optimistic about you, Dean."

Dean stretched out his hand: "Dean Lee, a rookie detective who hides deep, Anthony, are you sure you can catch me?"

"I have personally taught more than 300 students, some have died, some have quit, but there are still many, scattered in various departments throughout the United States, forming a special network of contacts."

Anthony shook Dean's hand, and said in a serious tone: "Dean, this is the second lesson I taught you. When you come out to hang out, you must first have background and connections, and the last is ability! Think about it carefully, and after dealing with Amo Dio, I will give you the information from Bill and teach you the third lesson by the way."

"Well, I happen to be going to a good friend's funeral too, but I'm curious what the third lesson is."

"Kill everything!"

Anthony's sunken eyes revealed coldness: "You must remember that many criminals, once caught and lose everything, will form an obsession with revenge, and our family is the best target to vent!"

He looked directly into Dean's eyes: "So once you catch those murderous criminals who have a chance to get out of prison, you must learn to deal with them reasonably, and don't leave hidden dangers for yourself and your family!"

Dean maintained the last reserve on his face: "Mr. Anthony, I am looking forward to the third lesson!"

After speaking, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

Fuck!

This old man is too much for his appetite!

Dean seemed calm at this time, but in fact he was already howling in his heart.

There are connections and appetite.

Dean made up his mind.

After attending Masi's funeral, he followed Anthony, the little old man.

Do you hug your thighs? It's not shabby.

Not joining the FBI, at least not yet.

Please follow up.

Today's update adds up to more than 6,000 words, which is also three chapters.