MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 71 story from nine years ago

  Chapter 71 The story of nine years ago

   Out of the channel.

   After smoking a cigarette, Dean regained his composure.

  See more life and death.

   Only then can we realize that life is precious.

   Stare into the abyss.

   Only then can we know that people's hearts are unpredictable.

   Marina was relieved.

  Dean is now thinking of ending the case early, and then calling Laura to fight for 300 rounds to calm down the turmoil in his heart.

  A hundred meters away.

  Harry looked towards the aisle with some unease.

  He thought he heard a gunshot just now.

   Malago on the side was much calmer, whiskey in one hand, cigar in the other, and at the same time, he said disdainfully: "Do you think Dean will be hurt by a baby?"

   Harry rolled his eyes.

   It is not a good thing that Marina died.

  He was debating whether to go in or not.

  Dean's figure has appeared in front of the two of them.

   "Malago, Marina committed suicide, please help with the burial." Dean turned and walked outside without explaining too much.

   "Dead?" Malago was stunned: "This kid is Harry than me. If it was you, what would you do?"

  Harry's lips twitched twice and fell silent. Think even harder. "

  He thought it was Dean who shot Marina.

  Harry caught up: "Dude, don't tell me you killed her?"

  Dean briefly described the situation and asked: "

  "Death is also a relief, may her soul no longer suffer." Harry sighed: "Then what shall we do next?"

  Dean looked puzzled: "What else can we do? Malago has sent people to find the flesh and blood of Marina's brother and mother, and Marina has committed suicide. Of course we should go back and write the closing report."

  Harry's face faded with sympathy, and he was full of anticipation: "That Dean, since the case is over, can we go to redeem the prize tickets?"

  The weather is getting colder.

  Harry, the good man, can't wait to go outside the city to help those young ladies who don't cover their clothes.

   Finish redeeming the prize tickets.

  Dean returned to Los Angeles alone with a check for half a million.

   As for Harry.

  He was going to drain the last drop of his charity in Del Rey before returning to Los Angeles with the report from the Del Rio branch.

Airport.

   "I see, Daisy, thank you for the information." Dean hung up the phone, took a taxi, and went straight to the outskirts of Los Angeles.

  He is going to find Hutu.

  The front desk of Hutu Company was deeply impressed by Dean, a handsome detective: "Detective Dean, are you looking for Boss again?"

  Dean didn't expect the other party to remember him, so he nodded: "Yes, I have a private appointment with him, Hutu is in the company now, right?"

   "Yes, but", the front desk met Dean's blue eyes, hesitantly said: "Boss called, let no one disturb him at this time."

   "It's okay, he just reserved the time for me." Dean blinked towards the front desk: "Don't inform him, I want to surprise Hutu."

  The front desk was slightly distracted by Dean's discharge.

   When she regained consciousness, Dean was no longer in front of her eyes.

   "What a pair of charming eyes"

   At this time, the office.

   There was a loud bang.

  The thick office door was kicked open.

   This huge movement.

  The fat black man trembled in fright.

   "Tsk." Dean looked at Hutu with a mocking face: "Mr. Hutu, it seems that I came at the wrong time."

   "Dean!"

  Hu Tu saw the person coming, forcibly suppressed the anger that had just risen, grabbed the underpants beside him, and said coldly: "I have already sent the thank you letter to the police station, don't go too far!"

  Although he is afraid of Dean's relationship.

  But if Dean really doesn't know how to advance or retreat, he is not okay!

Dean chuckled, walked to Hutu's boss chair, sat down, and set his feet up: "I came to see you today, and I have something to ask you, Mr. Hutu, I am very curious. Nine years ago, you clearly and Sean I don’t even know him, why would you let him, a worthless guy, be the chief financial officer of your company?”

  Hu Tu's complexion changed, and his eyes showed surprise.

  Dean played with the cigar on the table: "Sean's wife, do I need to remind you?"

   "FK!", Hu Tu finally lost his composure.

  He kicked the secretary: "Get out and close the door!"

  The secretary didn't dare to fart, and didn't care about getting naked, so she ran out in a panic and closed the office door.

  The secretary leaves.

  Hutu immediately looked at Dean with fierce eyes, and said with a low voice, "Dean, I don't care where you know something, give up the investigation immediately, otherwise you and I will die miserably!"

"But if you are like this, I will only be more curious." Dean put on a posture that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water: "So, tell me the cause and effect, otherwise if I am attacked, I will definitely say that you revealed it to me before I die. information!"

   Hutu would like to thank him for being a rich man.

   Otherwise, Dean has already taken a gun directly to his head and pressed him for questioning.

   "FK!"

   "FK!"

   "FK!!"

  The Hutus are about to explode.

  He found that since he met this Dean, he hasn't encountered a good thing.

   "Tell me, what do you have to do to pretend that you don't know about this?" Hu Tu cursed a few times before sitting down on the sofa panting, shaking his body covered in black fat.

  If it is another ten years in the morning.

  He will definitely give Dean a rant, but so many years of enjoyment have corroded Hutu from his body to his soul.

  Dean got up, took out the orphanage where Marcus was located, faxed a black and white photo, and threw it at Hutu: "You have to see this photo clearly, and then consider whether to answer or not."

  Hutu looked puzzled at the blurred photo in his hand.

   This is a black and white group photo of children in an orphanage. The picture quality is so poor that you can’t see the characters clearly, but you can barely make out the name of the orphanage: Holy House.

  Hutu's pupils shrank.

   This is an orphanage exclusively run by Christians!

  Some unbearable memories flooded into my mind.

  Hutu put his hands on his face, wiped it vigorously a few times, and said, "Detective Dean, do you know Christianity?"

   "I don't understand." Dean shook his head.

  He is a man without faith, he doesn't believe in anyone, he only believes in the gun in his hand!

   "What does this have to do with the Sheen family?"

   "Because the reason I let Sean, a country bumpkin, work in my company is because his wife has made great contributions to Christianity in Arkansas."

Hutu showed a cold expression: "She is an extremely deformed primitive faction Christian. She believes in the primitive scriptures and believes that the joy of human relations is the Lord's will. This kind of person is not uncommon in the backward Arkansas. But she An opportunity was taken."

  From Hutu's vague words, Dean pieced together the truth about the Sean family's turnaround.

  Nine years ago.

  A young and simple priest in Arkansas accidentally discovered that those upper-level clergy were actually choosing suitable 'toys' for the enjoyment of those big shots in the various welfare homes under the sect.

  This priest is very smart.

  He didn't have an attack at the time, but exposed it in front of many people during the election.

  The matter was revealed in the morning.

  The man was caught in the afternoon.

  Sheen’s wife, with her son, turned to slander the young priest and ‘smeared’ her son

the next day.

  Father committed suicide in prison.

  The Sean family also got their due reward.

  As for why Hutu is willing.

   Just look at his complexion.

  If it weren’t for the help of Christianity, a rootless black man who wanted to establish himself as a capitalist in Los Angeles would only appear in Hollywood movies in the future.

  "Very good story." Dean didn't make things difficult for Hutu: "Tell me the last place where the priest was buried."

   "You want to do something stupid?" Hu Tu showed nervousness.

   "Of course not, I just want to satisfy my curiosity. Today we just chatted briefly about the postpartum care of sows, right?" Dean said with a smile.

  Hutu rolled his eyes and said the address.

  Dean didn't get any ink marks, and turned to leave.

  He didn't report the matter of Marcas, but he didn't want to ask for trouble.

   But the experience points that should be obtained must not be less!

   Return to downtown Los Angeles.

  Dean contacted a logistics company through a public phone and asked the other party to send a rope and a sentence. After arriving at the address of the cemetery provided by Hutu, he took a taxi to the Ruos gym.

  Investigating the case is so hard.

   Combined to vent fire.

   Speechless, always automatically delete some sentences.

  (end of this chapter)