North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 595 - 335: Reinstatement, Deputy Director Hank_3
The grand promise might still be achievable. Dream-weaving...
This unfortunate young man, Dean, had apparently caught Hank's eye. Hank seemed ready to break the deadlock of being understaffed and use Dean as his first pawn in the power struggles within the detective bureau.
Old Hunter also sensed that Deputy Chief Hank was unreliable.
He glanced at Dean, then quickly lowered his head again. At fifty-six, he stood like a mere lackey.
In fact, Old Hunter's current status wasn't, to some extent, much lower than that of the district's Deputy Chief. On the surface, they were in the same stratum, able to share a drink.
But Old Hunter lacked confidence.
You could only say they were both captains. Former Captain Monet could chat and laugh freely with the district's Deputy Chief standing before them. In mindset and other aspects, he completely overshadowed Old Hunter, who was an unsupported, soon-to-retire slick old dog.
Dean looked at the people before him with varying expressions, smiled lightly at Hank, and extended his hand. "Then it's settled. I'm with you from now on. I'll be relying on your guidance."
Hank laughed heartily and grabbed Dean's hand, not concealing his appreciation. "If I can see your case report in three days, I'll buy you a drink!"
「...」
Watching the backs of the two deputy chiefs as they left.
Old Hunter stood beside Dean, his head spinning a bit. He didn't understand how, in just a few words, Dean had managed to escape Monet's targeting and latch onto a more powerful backer.
His lips quivered, managing a sycophantic smile. "Dean, did you know Deputy Chief Hank before?"
Dean shook his head. "No, but I do now, right?"
He had guessed that Hank must be one of Amon's people. No wonder Amon said he could help me deal with the trouble from Mayor Saul. If even a deputy chief of the detective bureau can be parachuted in, my little problems are nothing serious.
Seeing Dean's calm demeanor, Old Hunter's heart ached. Hank gave Dean seven days, but this bastard went and changed it to three! Three days! What can anyone do in three days? If he doesn't solve it, I'll be the one taking the fall—an unsupported old man on the verge of retirement!
Yet now, Old Hunter didn't dare say anything too harsh to Dean, fearing that if he rubbed him the wrong way, Dean might just flip out and quit. He could only offer his congratulations dryly, "Dean, congratulations on your reinstatement."
Dean couldn't be bothered to waste words on Old Hunter, that old codger.
He patted the somewhat disheartened Old Hunter on the shoulder. "Alright, Captain Hunter, nothing more here. Go back and have your coffee. I've taken over this case!"
"Do you want me to reinstate Lawrence too, to bring people over to help you?"
"Yeah!"
Having said that, Dean walked past Old Hunter, hand slipping into his pocket. With a thought, he retrieved his badge from his dimensional space and clipped it to his chest. He turned to the surrounding patrol officers, "Fellas, I'm Dean. Anyone who wants a promotion and to make a fortune, step over here."
A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow.
Detective Dean of the district police bureau was a name even newbies had heard countless times during idle chats with the old-timers.
Immediately, two quick-witted patrol officers ran up to Dean. The rest, seeing this, could only curse the shamelessness of these two under their breath and look on with envy.
The two quick-response officers were the type who still aspired to advance, their passion unextinguished by their surroundings.
Dean nodded in satisfaction. Youth is great. Young officers: obedient, without too many complicated ideas.
He clapped his hands and asked for their names. Then, he assigned one to contact the property management company for this community to request recent vehicle entry and exit records. The other officer followed Dean to ask neighbors for their impressions of Barnaby.
The fire truck hadn't arrived yet. Even if the fire was out, getting inside to look for clues would be very difficult.
Dean simply called Lawrence. After explaining the situation, he asked him to go directly to Harry, who was still hospitalized, to use his connections and gather information on the HuaQing Gang.
「...」
The rookie officer, inexperienced as he was, faced challenges the moment he tried to do his job.
For instance, the officer assigned to call the property management company for surveillance data of community vehicle movements was given the runaround over the phone. The call was abruptly ended, leaving him clueless. He then found Dean, who was questioning the neighbors.
Then the rookie witnessed this scene:
"Get lost, FK***, you taxpayer-money-wasting trash! I swear... OW!"
The rookie watched, wide-eyed, as the clean-cut, tall, and handsome Detective Dean, freshly reinstated, kicked the foul-mouthed homeowner to the ground. Stepping on the man, Dean threatened,
"Buddy, do you think I'm negotiating with you? Look carefully! That was an explosion, a terrorist attack! And you, a citizen of the United States, are wasting our critical window to solve this case. I have reason to suspect you're an embedded spy. And you're unwilling to cooperate. In that case, we'll have no choice but to take you back to the station, in front of everyone in this community. Then, we'll need to talk to your company's leaders and colleagues to get a clear picture. I hope, for your sake, that you don't lose your job over this. You wouldn't want to be unable to pay the mortgage on this pricey house and cover your living expenses..."
Before Dean could finish, the corporate executive—who had four kids, a wife, and a mistress—was already clinging to Dean's legs. He was bawling and vowing his full cooperation!
The rookie's eyes sparkled. He seemed to finally understand the correct way for Los Angeles police to conduct an interrogation!
