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

"Woo~"

Eve's eyes widened and she was forced to swallow.

She choked.

Huh~

Dean let out a long breath of depression.

Out of anger.

All tasteless.

He took out the credit card in the video recorder, threw the machine to Eve who was wiping the corner of his mouth, sat aside, lit an afterthought cigarette leisurely, and started puffing.

Eve rolled his eyes at him, and after tidying up his appearance, he said sternly, "Okay, Dean, I think we have re-established a friendly trust, now can you tell us about the stolen money?"

"certainly."

Dean crossed his legs, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said comfortably: "It's very simple, the bank cash transport van was robbed by Nathan's group."

"Member Snetter's family is obviously not very strict. They told about the situation of the armored van in Jenny's strip club. After Nathan and others found out, they planned the robbery."

Eve looked at Dean's looming face in the smoke, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.

Why didn't I realize that this rookie is so masculine?

I just don't know how effective it is when fighting with real swords and guns

Think here.

Eve actually had some expectations in her heart.

She licked her lips and approached Dean with mist in her eyes: "Then how did the money get into your hands? Dean, you know, all of this needs to be reported."

Dean keenly felt that something was wrong with Eve in front of him.

He shrank back a little uncomfortably, and said without changing his expression:

"Nathan's small gang got the information of the Morgan Bank cash truck through the dancer, and robbed the cash truck.

coincidentally.

Eve's deputy team of the "Crackdown and Anti-drug Department" arranged an undercover agent, the trainee police officer Dean, who just broke into the inside of this small gang.

Nathan and his group fled to the forest cabin with the stolen money, and were about to share the stolen money, but because of the uneven distribution of the stolen money, they killed each other.

In the end, all the bandits died.

Unfortunately, the cabin was turned into fly ash by the gasoline that was ignited.

And our lucky guy, Dean, went undercover and brought back the stolen money without any effort, and handed it over to the superior Eve's deputy team! "

"What do you think of the report written like this?"

Eve nodded obediently: "It's reasonable."

"That's good."

Dean got up and returned Eve's gun to her: "I will send you the location of the wooden house via text message, and I will leave it to you to deal with it. As for the change of my position, let's wait until the case is closed."

After speaking, Dean was ready to leave.

The way Eve looked at him became more and more strange.

He didn't want to ask for trouble anymore.

"Dean, wait."

Eve quickly stopped in front of Dean: "Dean, I know that the life of an undercover agent puts you under a lot of pressure."

Dean frowned slightly: "What do you want to say?"

She raised her hair, looked at Dean with seductive eyes, licked her lips and said, "I mean, you need to release the pressure."

Good guy.

This is not enough to eat once, but still want to use it?

Beautiful you!

Dean, who put on his trousers, has always spoken harshly.

He pushed the angry Eve away with a serious and dignified expression: "Eve's deputy! Please respect yourself!! I am a clean man!!!"

After speaking, Dean left the apartment without looking back.

"fk"

Eve was ruthlessly rejected, and became angry from embarrassment. She broke the defense directly and yelled at Dean's back.

leave the apartment.

Dean walked aimlessly down the street.

He just found out something very serious and fatal: he's out of money!

Eve came too suddenly.

Before Dean could do anything, all the more than three million dollars became stolen money.

The police station pays salaries every half a month.

There is still more than a week until the next salary payment.

Now his whole body is less than two hundred dollars, he is a real pauper.

"I didn't expect that I would have a day when I was short of money."

Dean leaned against the corner of the street with a headache, wondering if there was a way to make some money temporarily.

He cherishes his current status as a good citizen.

Some methods of making money that will bring hidden dangers are directly passed.

But except for murder, arson and robbery.

Dean couldn't think of any other way he could make money.

It is impossible to be a duck by yourself!

Dean held his forehead in distress.

There is no way to open source, so we can only save money.

The house cannot be rented anymore.

In addition, you can also find Eve to reimburse the previous rent and living expenses.

This bitch didn't give her undercover funds before.

A penny beats a hero.

Dean was forced to count.

After thinking about it, he found that it was best for his current situation.

Do whatever comes to mind.

Dean took out his cell phone, found Sheila's number and dialed it.

"Dean?"

On the other end of the phone, the voice of mother Sheila came.

The other party should be making breakfast, and the sound of the juicer can still be heard.

Dean opened his mouth and said unnaturally, "Hey, Mom, good morning."

"No, I'm not fine at all."

"What's wrong?"

"Because my precious son has not only moved out since the internship, but also won't call back for many days."

There was obvious displeasure in Sheila's voice.

"I'm sorry, mom, you know, I'm busy with a case these days, but now the case is over, I'll come back to see you at night."

"you sure?"

"Sure!"

"That's good. I will make your favorite pan-fried bacon in advance. Don't forget the gift you promised to Thompson and Sinclair. They have been talking about it for a long time."

"Okay, mom."

Dean hung up the phone, a little dazed.

He was an orphan in his previous life. When he was very young, he was taken away from the orphanage by the organization and trained as a professional scavenger.

Family, to him, is a very unfamiliar word.

For the evening meet.

While Dean was apprehensive, he also yearned for it.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, picked up his phone again, and sent Eve the location of the forest cabin where Nathan and others were buried, and focused on the reimbursement of his undercover expenses.

Eve didn't reply to the text message, but called directly.

She was obviously in a good mood: "Dean, the money has been brought back to the police station. When the wooden house you mentioned is found, the case can be closed within two days at the earliest."

"Deputy Eve, congratulations."

"Thank you, Dean. It's all thanks to you. I want to treat you to dinner tonight and talk about your plan to reimburse undercover expenses."

Dean rolled his eyes.

Is this for dinner?

Obviously want to eat him!

He said angrily: "No need, Eve's deputy team, I haven't been back for several days because of the undercover matter, and I'm going to go home and have a look."

Eve was a little disappointed: "Okay then, I'll give you two days off, and when you come back, we'll have a good chat about the reimbursement of undercover expenses."

hang up the phone.

Dean contacted the landlord again.

After he agreed not to pay the rent for the next few days, the landlord very readily agreed to return the deposit to Dean's account.

It was supposed to be a temporary residence.

Dean didn't bother to go back and pack those clothes.

He also has to buy presents for his younger siblings.

But the next call.

But it completely broke his deployment.