MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 175 Today's business, today's end (supplement)

  Chapter 175 Today's business, today's end (supplement)

   It turns out.

   Dean's guess is not wrong.

  Harry will come back from the forensics department soon.

  He still has a smile on his face:

   "Dean, you guessed it.

People from the Internal Affairs Investigation Division went to the Forensics Division. They seized Henry's body and the document on the grounds that the document signed by the chief detective was used. At the same time, they also detained the body of the bald fake police detective who was killed by you. .

   Holz they are being questioned now.

   It is estimated that tomorrow at the latest, they will find us. "

  Dean killed someone in the forensics department, so naturally he needs to write a report.

   But the report was only submitted.

   It was beyond Dean's expectation that the Internal Affairs Investigation Section responded so quickly.

   This is obviously also the work of Azalia and Shala.

   They planned every step of the way.

   One step deducts one step.

  Using the various departments in Los Angeles to form a majestic conspiracy.

  Dean is not very surprised by this.

  From the present point of view, this matter is no longer as simple as the participation of two women, Azalea and Sarah, and there are people behind it who make suggestions and stir up the situation.

   That is to say.

   There is a high probability that there is a group operating secretly.

  However, this method of causing riots as a threat to put pressure on the power in a region made him inexplicably familiar.

  Seeing that Dean was silent, Harry said weakly, "Henry's body is the only way we can counteract it. Dean, what shall we do next?"

  Dean patted Harry on the shoulder: "Since you can't resist, lie down and enjoy, let's go, get off work!"

"get off work?"

  Harry looked at Dean in surprise, thinking that his ears were hallucinating.

   Man, you weren't like this before!

  In his opinion, Dean belongs to the kind of narrow-minded person, a bit resentful, don't let it go overnight, he returned it on the spot, how could he just admit it?

   Daisy, who was eating potato chips, also mumbled, "Dean, are you sure you're okay? Why don't we just get together today and have a meal together."

   For your own meal tickets and long-term extortion targets.

  She still cares a lot.

  Dean shook his head with a smile: "People need to accept the reality. It is estimated that Captain Munn has already received the news, and he is having a headache about the public opinion that the Shala news may bring. Next, let's not cause trouble for ourselves."

  The voice fell.

  Mun's call, as if cooperating with Dean, was called to his mobile phone.

  Dean took out his mobile phone, raised his eyebrows at the two of them, and answered with a voice: "Captain Munn, what's the harvest of fishing with Hunter's deputy team today?"

   "The harvest is not bad, but I just received a call from the director. Are you contacting the family of a victim named Sarah?"

   "Yes, she's also the mother of Harry's baby, but this woman is using us."

   "Don't worry about this, and don't reveal the relationship between Harry and the other party.

  No matter what the other party needs.

  The above will send someone to contact and deal with it.

  No one wants to have a parade riot at this time.

  For the sake of safety, let Harry go on vacation for a few days, come back after the matter is over, and let him disconnect from that woman by the way. "

"knew."

  Dean put away the phone and spread his hands towards the three of them: "I hope tomorrow outside the police station, there won't be a group of black people blocking us and throwing cheese at us."

  Daisy's attitude is very good: "Don't worry, cheese is not cheap, they throw some rotten fruit and rotten eggs at most."

   "It could be a stinky sock wrapped in stones," Robert added.

   "But what did the captain mean by the last sentence?" Harry interrupted the complaints of the three.

  The captain asked him to go on vacation.

   He understood it was to protect him.

   But what the **** is it to disconnect yourself from Sarah?

  My daughter is still in her hands!

  Seeing his slow reaction, Dean sneered and said:

   "Man, those who manipulate schemes will be eaten back.

  Relying on the special timing of the change of leadership in Los Angeles, Sarah and Azalea can get what they want, but as a price, after the incident, they... huh! "

   Don't come to kill one to make an example to others.

  In the future, this group of black people will demonstrate and threaten at every turn. Who can bear this?

   Hear what Dean said.

  Harry's expression changed: "Then what about my daughter?"

  Robert embraced Harry's shoulders:

   "You'd better make sure it's your daughter first!

   Their purpose is not pure, who knows whether the DNA test report you see is real or fake.

  Don't think so much, let's go relax, maybe in two days, Sarah will throw the child to you on her own initiative, and then go to enjoy the two-person world with Aishaliya. "

   Harry: "."

  The words are rough but not rough.

  In the end, he chose to go to the night show with Robert to vent his emotions.

  Daisy also has an appointment.

  She gave Dean a comforting hug, ate his 'fu' rot, and left after get off work.

  Looking at the back of Daisy leaving.

  Dean pouted.

  The world is going downhill.

  This woman dares to eat his 'Dou'fu today, but will drink his soy milk tomorrow.

  I must strictly reject it when the time comes.

   Otherwise, I will ask Daisy to help in the future.

  The other party said: Detective Dean, you don’t want me to be passive and sabotage, do you?

  Who suffers?

   Even stamina at 15 points can't stand it!

  Leave the police station.

  Dean drove to the side of the road and waited leisurely.

  Around nine o'clock in the evening.

  A tired figure appeared in front of him.

   "Dean, this is what you want, I guess you have found the murderer who killed Henry!"

   It was Holz who came.

  He handed Dean a CD and a folder containing autopsy results and so on.

   "In the CD, I recorded the surveillance footage of Azalia driving a pickup truck, pulling a set of sofas and leaving the residence before Henry's death, and driving in the direction of the corpse dumping place.

   This woman doesn't hide the slightest bit.

   As long as you find the missing sofa and make sure that the material of the sofa is the same as the fibers on Henry's head, you can apply for a search warrant to search Azalia's residence. "

  Dean took the things and said with satisfaction: "Thank you, Holz, your efficiency is very good, faster than I expected."

  Holtz shook his head, with a serious expression and advised:

   "I don't understand why you are still obsessed with this case.

  But in the current situation, even if we testify against Azalia and use and kill Henry, the public outside and Sarah will not believe it.

   They will only see it as a means of revenge and slander by us.

   If only I could find this one more morning.

   Things will never get to the point where it is now. "

   "But one day in the morning, we won't know that Azalia has a problem. The time is too tight, and the other party is very accurate, so we didn't give us a chance."

  Dean waved his hand: "I'm just curious about the truth. Now that I know it, it's fine. You can keep these things and take them out after the matter is over. It should allow you to get the appreciation from above."

  The forensic department is also a victim this time.

   When Holz presents this evidence, it is estimated that the boss of the forensic department will feel much more comfortable.

  The size is also a credit.

  Holtz saw that Dean didn't seem to be joking, and nodded: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!"

   watched Holz leave.

  Dean put down the cigarette **** and stamped it out, and drove to a temporary safe shelter of his own.

  Change clothes, change guns, carry tools on your back, and replace with tattered second-hand pickups..

   Give it a makeover.

  Dean walked to the large mirror in the safe house, took out a pale gentleman mask with a strange smile, put it on his face, shrank back, and began to look at his own attire.

   Trench coat, big hat, mask, revolver.

  The shape is flamboyant and evil.

  At this moment, Dean is like a gentleman who came out of a detective novel of the Commonwealth. Once people see the evil smile mask on his face, they will immediately engrave it in their minds, and it is hard to forget.

corresponding.

  Witnesses will also subconsciously ignore his other features, and put all their attention on the ostentatious mask.

   Ready.

  Dean took out his bearer mobile phone and called Azalia's home.

   Waited for about half a minute.

   Just when he thought Azalea wasn't home.

  The phone is connected.

  A lazy female voice came from the phone: "This is Azalia, what's the matter?"

  Dean didn't speak, just hung up the phone.

   Very well, the target is at home.

   Today's business, today's end.

  Taking advantage of the night.

  Dean drove towards Azalia's residence in a dilapidated second-hand car.

at this time.

  Azalea's residence.

  Aishaliya put down the landline in doubt, feeling a little uneasy, but her body was surrounded by a pair of black arms from behind.

   "Honey, who is it?"

  Azalia looked at the black arm wrapped around her waist, disgust flashed in her eyes, but she said sweetly: "I don't know, maybe I made a wrong call, Sarah, is our daughter asleep?"

  The owner of the arm is Sarah.

  After today's news broadcast.

  Her cell phone exploded.

  There are the media, acquaintances from the past, and more unknown organizations.

   There are also many more black people outside the residence.

  They gathered near her home with various purposes, hoping to use her experience to make things worse.

   But that's not what salads are for.

  She and Aishaliya planned this, the purpose was just to extort more compensation from the police station, not to really make things big.

for safety.

  She came to Azalea.

   "Asleep, Azalia, I'm worried that we may have gone too far." Sarah hugged Azalia, her tone full of uneasiness and regret.

  Aishaliya said that she was short of money and hoped that she could use her daughter to blackmail Harry.

   Salad doesn't want to do this.

  In the end, she agreed to Azalia in a daze, and took advantage of the death of her brother to target the branch office, hoping to blackmail a sum of money.

   Salad can't figure it out.

  There are so many black people complaining about themselves in the news, why is it my turn to cause such a big reaction all at once?

  She is not stupid, but now she vaguely feels something is wrong.

  Aishaliya quickly turned around and hugged Sarah in her arms, and comforted her: "Honey, don't think too much, as soon as the money is in hand, we will go to Sweden and live a three-person world together."

   Talking.

  The black and white have lost their outer packaging and become entangled together.

  The clouds and rain are in full swing.

  In the living room.

  A figure wearing a mask with an evil smile walked in quietly

   Thanks for the 10,000 book coins reward from the book friends of "Bai Jia Hei and Oreo in Europe and the United States", thank you boss! Congratulations on being promoted to helmsman!

   I kowtow and apologize to all the readers.

   Heart palpitations last night, thinking about lying down for a while, woke up in the middle, and replied to two comments, and then fell asleep until 8:50.

   Cough cough.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)