American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 6 06 Trainee Investigator

"This matter started from half a year ago..."

Through Jonathan's explanation, and the dossier.

He had a general understanding of the cause of the case.

In recent years, drivers traveling to and from the U.S.-Mexico border have frequently disappeared. The cases have not been solved for a long time, and drivers continue to disappear, causing panic among drivers.

The California Trucking Association (CTA) organized drivers to march on strike at City Hall Plaza, and Mayor Brady took it seriously.

Because the truck driver not only represents him personally, but also represents the vote of his family. Moreover, border transportation is related to the normal trade and economic development of the two countries.

So the mayor turned to the Bureau of Special Investigations for help.

If the police can't handle it, find another department that can handle it.

In fact, the police did not take active actions, but the results were not satisfactory. Almost all the police officers sent out to investigate disappeared.

Sandy winked, patted Ron on the shoulder and laughed: "Haha, you are right."

I flipped through pages of information and drank cups of coffee.

Erin pushed up her glasses and said, "Follow me."

There was a soft sound from the bones.

"I want a stun gun and a cross, what about you?"

He is neatly dressed and has a strong build.

"All right!"

Ron prefers plastic toy water guns that can spray water.

Such a handsome boy with such a sense of humor, I love him!

Sandy hung the cross on his chest and the stun gun on his belt.

Jason Lee's eyes lit up, his accent was a bit weird and he wasn't very proficient.

Jason Lee showed a professional smile and nodded: "Of course!"

The phone got a busy signal.

With a smile, his eyes quickly swept over Ron, and then looked at the ID in Sandy's hand.

Ron thought that was because his predecessor had done something stupid.

Neither of them are false witnesses. In fact, they are wearing two skins.

This guy Ron.

Compared with undercover agents who may be exposed at any time, he prefers an upright crushing game.

Hearing the familiar voice on the other side, Howard tightened his grip on the phone.

This stuff is filled with a cheap, low-quality feel and is completely deceptive.

Two drunken, fat middle-aged men in black suits moved their hands and feet in the air, and then were knocked away by the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Old Sean's eyes were shining with hope.

Ron guessed that he was a second-generation immigrant.

"Okay, but how are we going to deal with them?"

Sandy looked at the information on the computer screen.

Because they have home field advantage in Los Angeles.

It can only be said that the joys and sorrows between people are not the same.

"It's so unfortunate that two truck drivers died in an alley next to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard."

Howard's furious voice sounded again.

Looking at Eileen talking eloquently.

"Hey, this is the Robbery and Murder Division, Captain Howard of the Second Squadron."

"Jingle Bell……"

"So you were at the bar last night?"

Ron parked the car outside the alley, and the two got out of the car and walked towards the crime scene.

When he entered the police station this morning, everyone looked at him strangely.

In a moment, the two of them died like this.

In the morning, the cleaning staff at the bar discovered the bodies while throwing away garbage. After calling the police, the police came and pushed the two bodies out of the alley.

The facts told him that Ron, a Chinese-American, was a hedgehog.

"Damn it Ron, one day, I will get back everything I lost. Son of a bitch, one day, I will make you pay the price..."

"FBI, where is your boss?"

"Boys are all good at playing with guns. I think no one would refuse a toy water gun that can spray water."

I thought I could trample him to death with just one kick, but I didn't expect my foot to be pricked and it was bleeding profusely.

Howard begged, he was like a puppy about to be abandoned by its owner, sweating profusely and spinning around in anxiety.

But the answer on the phone was still a firm rejection.

He opened his wallet, took out a hundred dollars and waved it in front of Jason Lee's eyes.

Even so, Ron went to the logistics department first and received his trainee investigator certificate.

He tried to make his voice more humble and his attitude more gentle.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Perik, please listen to my explanation. I have been tricked. Please give me another chance... Please! No, you can't abandon me, you can't..."

The two of them found nothing and walked to the bar next to them.

Just kidding, the Bureau of Investigation has spoken out.

Outside the office, everyone was a little frightened when they heard roars mixed with despair.

Ron watched this video carefully.

"Kaka!"

Erin adjusted her glasses and suddenly intervened in the conversation between the two.

It's a pity that there are not so many crushing games in the world.

"It's not surprising that vampires always have some special abilities."

Facts have proved that Eileen's work includes not only contacting the police, but also weapons maintenance.

"Thank you, can I ask now?"

Who would really guard against such a naughty thing?

FBI IDs are for ordinary people to see, but the investigation certificates issued to them by the Special Investigation Bureau are for the police. There is nothing wrong with that.

Ron put the toy water gun into his pants pocket.

"you sure?"

So, Ron decisively switched to English.

Jason Lee did not answer. He asked instead: "You two, would you like something to drink?"

With this thing, the police station will unconditionally cooperate with them in handling the case.

The video was played repeatedly, but the thing that killed the two people was not captured in the picture.

"Son of a bitch Ron, I'm going to kill you, kill you..."

Since the investigating police officers have mysteriously disappeared.

Howard gasped and looked at the phone on the ground.

"Dududu..."

Jason Lee's eyes widened.

Because his discrimination against ethnic minorities was published in the newspapers.

Ron's exchange of fire with the killer yesterday made him realize that things might not be that simple.

Ron rubbed his eyebrows.

After about three hours, he finally finished reading all the information.

Most of these weapons are effective against vampires.

"You have to ask Irene."

…

In particular, the Gatling gun and the Barrett heavy sniper will attract complaints if used in urban areas.

"cocktail."

"Your cocktail."

Seeing Ron finish reading the dossier, Sandy asked with a smile: "Man, what do you think?"

In order not to be angered by the Bureau of Investigation, Howard had no choice but to suffer.

Resisting the unpleasant smell, they searched carefully.

Sandy turned and asked, "Ron, what do you think?"

The phone rings.

"Yes, my name is Jason Lee."

Sandy shrugged nonchalantly.

"The shotgun needs no introduction. It is very powerful, but its disadvantage is that it is difficult to carry and easy to be exposed. The special stun gun has a higher voltage than the ordinary stun gun and can easily stun an elephant. The anti-wolf spray contains a specially made one by me.

A powerful dissolving agent is sprayed on vampires. Even if they have amazing regeneration capabilities, it will take a long time to recover. The toy water gun contains holy water blessed by a priest and is the nemesis of vampires. However, its power is limited and cannot deal with high-level vampires.

The last cross has a certain deterrent and restraint effect on vampires."

However, it may not be really effective against vampires.

His strength also does not allow him to have such a crushing game for the time being.

There were indeed a lot of files, and he was a little tired.

After all, everyone still underestimated him.

One can imagine what they must have discovered?

And the closer you are to the truth, the more dangerous it is.

Everyone outside the office looked at each other, then buried their heads in pretending to be busy with their work.

If Howard is unlucky, maybe he can move.

The iron door of the weapons depot opened, and inside there were Gatling guns, Barrett heavy snipers, silenced rifles M4A1, grenades, body armor, etc.

He picked up the coffee and walked over. The scene on the computer screen took place in a cramped alley.

Ron knew this guy was a real jerk.

Robbery and Murder Division.

Howard was harmed by dogma. He thought Chinese Americans were easy to bully.

But this is an urban area, and these weapons are not practical.

Then their heads tilted, and a bloody hole appeared on their necks from the bite marks. As the blood drained, their bodies twitched violently.

Therefore, he used the international lingua franca Daole, hoping to pry open the other party's mouth as soon as possible and improve communication efficiency.

Howard's face turned pale, and he sat slumped in the office chair as if he had collapsed.

"They seemed to have been bitten to death by legendary vampires. The strange thing is that the cameras did not capture the vampires."

"We may be able to find something by following the missing policeman's route. But this is very dangerous."

"As it should be."

However, I didn't expect Ron's revenge to come so quickly.

Even if others see something, it's hard to make too many guesses.

He suppressed the anger in his chest and picked up the phone from the ground.

These things look very ordinary indeed, just like children playing house.

Ron became interested.

If criminals extend their tentacles to Los Angeles, the difficulty will be reduced by at least half.

It wasn't until he saw the newspaper while sitting in his office chair that he became furious.

"Next, let's go to the bar to see what's going on?"

Erin's cheeks turned slightly red and she glanced at Ron.

After Ron left Jonathan's office, he took the file and started reading it.

Howard kept cursing in the office.

If his boss sends him to be an undercover agent again, he may not accept such a task.

"Trust me, you'll get used to it."

The bartender is a man with Asian appearance.

Ron realized that the other person did not receive special treatment because he and he were from the same hometown.

"Our Special Investigation Bureau has never lacked danger. We are always surrounded by danger. I heard that you have worked as an undercover agent before, so I believe it will be the same."

Erin opened a cabinet. There were spray guns, stun guns, anti-wolf spray, toy water guns, and several crosses in the cabinet.

"Maybe you're right, but I really don't want to go abroad for my first case."

Ron asked in Chinese: "Chinese?"

"Wait a minute, you should come over and take a look at the latest case transferred from the Los Angeles police."

Because the person on the phone is his supporter, and whether he can continue to prosper in the police force depends entirely on him.

The alley smelled of urine mixed with the smell of alcohol and putrid smell.

The alley was cramped and there was no sunlight. After the body was pushed out, it spontaneously ignited when exposed to sunlight.

They were all worried that Howard was mad.

Furious, he threw away everything on the table, including his phone.

Despite this, Sandy walked up behind Erin.

Only old Sean's eyes flashed with joy, maybe this was an opportunity to climb up.

The vice-captain becomes the full-captain.

It was as if something invisible bit them to death and sucked their blood away.

Sandy asked curiously: "Erin, what case is it? We are investigating the case of the missing truck driver, and other cases will only distract us."

…

He stretched a lot, and then twisted his sore neck.

Sandy tilted his head. He didn't want to drink at this time.

"I'll go and ask around."

"A toy water gun is good."

The call is connected.

Jason Lee's skills are very skillful and the cocktails were mixed quickly.

Ron didn't even know what to say.

"The boss is currently cooperating with the police station to take notes. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Then his eyes burst into flames and he suddenly dropped the phone in his hand.

Unfortunately, they found nothing suspicious.

Sandy waved his FBI ID at the male bartender at the bar.

"If you can provide any useful clues, one hundred dollars is yours."

Jason Lee's smile is much more sincere.

"No problem, you ask!"

"Did you know the deceased?"

(End of chapter)