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

"How did Anthony do it?"

Dean glanced at the construction site in an uproar, and then at the time on the screen of his mobile phone, with a suspicious expression on his face.

Except the murderer.

Dean didn't believe that someone could predict the time of a person's fall and death with exact seconds!

"It's just a teaching, Anthony wouldn't be so mad."

Dean touched his chin, chose to pick up his mobile phone to call the police, and called Holz alone after get off work, asking him to bring some testing equipment and hurry over.

Since it is teaching.

Dean didn't want to wait too long.

Put away your phone.

Dean clasped his detective ID to his chest and walked towards the construction site.

It has been more than half a month since the construction here, and the overall framework has been almost constructed. The rest of the people, mostly electricians, are laying cables and other equipment.

The security guard at the gate of the construction site heard the movement, had already left the gate, and ran in to watch the excitement.

When Dean passed by.

Just in time, I saw a middle-aged man with a beard and a bossy belly, yelling at the surrounding workers: "I have already called the ambulance and the insurance company, let me all get out of the way."

Someone wondered: "Boss, don't you call the police?"

"Are you a pig?" The bearded foreman rushed to the person who spoke, holding his collar, with an angry expression on his face: "This was an accident, bastard, do you want to delay my construction period?"

Look at the enraged foreman.

The workers hurriedly dispersed in fright.

The guy who just spoke was also nervous, and stammered: "I just mentioned it casually, the key is that the insurance company will also ask the police to open an accident appraisal."

"I'll handle it!", the foreman let go of his collar, and glanced around the crowd: "I don't want this matter to make a fuss outside, or get out of here!"

After speaking, he picked up his mobile phone, walked to the dead body, and made a call as if no one was there.

Dean: "."

He seemed to see the murderer waving at him.

at this time.

The scattered workers suddenly saw Dean.

This includes site security.

He pulled out the electric baton from his waist and pointed at Dean: "Dude, I haven't seen you, you shouldn't be here!"

Hear movement.

The foreman turned his head and saw Dean, too.

He cursed, hung up the phone quickly, snatched the electric baton from the security guard aggressively, walked up to Dean, turned on the electric baton, and made a crackling sound: "You went to the wrong place, bastard!"

Dean pointed to the ID on his chest, tilted his head and looked at the bearded man in front of him: "How do you know I'm an asshole, buddy?"

next moment.

Under the gaze of everyone.

With one kick, Dean kicked the bearded foreman, which weighed about 200 kilograms, flying four or five meters away, hitting the dusty ground heavily, splashing a handful of white ash.

This kick is very clever.

Although the bearded foreman was not seriously injured, he was curled up with a hideous face, and it was difficult for him to breathe, let alone scream.

All of a sudden.

All eyes were on Dean.

There is curiosity and fear.

Only not angry.

It can be seen that this bearded foreman is not popular in the hearts of everyone, and there is no one who is willing to stand up for him.

Dean calmly took out a transparent bag from his pocket, put the baton into it in front of everyone, and said loudly: "I am the Robbery and Murder Division, Detective Dean. This man intends to attack the police with an electric baton. It has been subdued by me, now everyone, gather for me."

The little security guard looked at the bag with the baton in Dean's hand, swallowed, and boldly said, "We want to check your ID."

Dean shrugged, "No problem."

After checking Dean's detective certificate, the group called the police again. After confirming his identity, they obediently lined up in two loose rows.

The officers on duty at the sub-bureau, the Forensics Section and the Fourth Squadron have not come yet.

Dean started the inquiry first.

Excluding the foreman and the deceased, there were a total of twenty-one people at the scene.

Seventeen of them belonged to electricians, three were handymen, and the remaining one was a night shift security guard on the construction site.

A bearded foreman named Dum.

He is not only the foreman, but also the person in charge of the construction site.

These people are all Dam's subordinates.

They are usually casual workers.

Once Dum got the project, they would be called to start work.

The name of the deceased was Jerry. He was 32 years old and an electrician. He was currently in charge of cable installation and drilling. He was usually well-connected. He had been divorced for many years and had a daughter.

before the fall.

No one noticed anything unusual about Jerry.

Simply ask everyone.

Two police cars with flashing lights also arrived at the construction site.

From the branch office, four people came.

The leader was a middle-aged black police officer with a thick back and waist.

Dean went up to greet him: "Guys, I am Detective Dean from the Robbery and Murder Division. I happened to pass by and called the police."

"Detective Dean, are you from the Fourth Squadron?" Next to the middle-aged black police officer, a white young man looked at Dean curiously.

Dean nodded and said with a smile, "Dude, have you heard of me?"

"Yes." The white youth and his companion explained: "Bald Hawk said about Dean, and praised him for his ability. The key is that he is very interesting, and he will never forget his friends if he has credit."

"Wow."

Several police officers from the sub-bureau looked at Dean and became friendlier immediately.

The leading middle-aged black man also smiled: "Detective Dean, it seems that the few of us are lucky today."

"Yes, guys." Dean said to himself, "I guess your bonus next month will be quite a bit more, and your resume will also have a nice touch of color."

That's what word of mouth does.

The entire robbery and murder department, four squadrons, only had fifty or sixty people in total.

Who is good and who is not.

The grassroots of these sub-bureaus have a clear mind.

Because of Hawke's credit.

These four patrolmen are very cooperative with Dean's work.

Not long.

Everyone at the scene was registered with their identity information.

The area around the dead man, as well as the watchtower where he fell, was also cordoned off.

Just as Dean was about to go up to the watchtower to check the environment before Jerry's death.

The bearded foreman rushing to the street rushed over aggressively again, and the middle-aged black police officer who took the lead beside him winked at Dean.

Dean reacted immediately.

This foreman named Dam was able to receive the prison project, but his identity was not that simple.

"FKYOU, bastard, you dare to hurt me, I want you." Damu's momentum was scary, and he went quickly.

Because Dean stuffed his mouth and the cold barrel of the gun can make most people recover from a state of rage and calm in an instant.

Damm is no exception.

"Calm down?" Dean asked with a smile.

Dam nodded obediently.

"I don't care what your identity is or what your background is. Your attack on the police has been well-documented and there are many witnesses. If you don't want to be prosecuted by me, just cooperate with me honestly, understand?"

Dam nodded obediently again.

It seems that I really understand.

Dean pulled out the barrel, wiped his clothes on his chest in disgust, and then said to the middle-aged black policeman who admired him, "Dude, I want to talk to him alone."

"No problem." The middle-aged black man gave Dean a thumbs up and walked aside.

The middle-aged policeman left.

Foreman Dam, who was aggressive just now, immediately begged for mercy: "Detective Dean, I'm sorry, someone died down here, I was a little impulsive just now."

He was horrified by Dean's direct action of drawing his gun.

In fact, most people are like this.

Good people can be bullied, bad people fear.

Dean smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket, stuffed it into Dam's trembling mouth, and took out a lighter to light it for him: "Don't be nervous, buddy, as long as no one cheats on me, I'm usually easy to talk, as long as you Tell me, why don't you let someone call the police, and I will let you off the police!"

Generally, if this kind of project involving the government of Z is to start, the workers must first purchase insurance, so that it is not easy to have follow-up problems and affect the reputation of the government of Z.

There are insurance companies to cover.

So even if someone makes a mistake and falls to his death, it will not cause Damu's loss.

His previous reaction was too abnormal!

Thanks to the "Brilliant Night" book friend for the reward of 3,000 book coins, and thanks to the boss.

Thanks to the three book friends of 'It's so hard to get a nickname', 'Red Blood Cell 2002', and '20220623002310155' for their rewards, and thanks to the three bosses.