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

"Get down and put your head in your hands!"

The guards saw that their feet were white, red, and sticky. The hands holding the guns couldn't help shaking, and they were very nervous.

Dean was speechless.

My shoulders are swollen like this, hug your sister's head!

"Get down and put your head in your hands!"

The guards repeated the warning with excitement again!

Dean hurriedly said, "Guys, don't be nervous. I am Detective Dean of the Fourth Squadron of the Looting and Homicide Division. The gun is on the ground and my ID is in my breast pocket."

He was afraid that if he was too slow to speak, the magazine would be emptied by these pouncers.

This is so fucking fucked up.

The lead guard, too, noticed Dean's pistol lying aside.

He hurried forward and kicked the pistol away, and then pressed his knees on Dean's upper body regardless of Dean's swollen shoulders and leg joints.

Make sure Dean can't move.

The lead guard put down his gun, took out his detective card from Dean's breast pocket, stepped aside, and rang the pager on his shoulder.

"Call. Check the detective number OK, thank you."

After confirming the identity.

The lead guard threw the detective certificate in front of Dean, and said with a grim expression, "Detective Dean, can you explain why you killed the forensic examiner Bill!"

Dean was in the forensics department, shot and killed a medical examiner.

This means their relapse!

Dean shrugged his swollen shoulders: "Man, there is surveillance here. Bill suddenly attacked me and wanted to kill me. I shot to protect myself."

This is the site of the forensics department.

He has limited mobility now.

Harry wasn't here again.

Dean would not be so stupid as to directly say that Bill was the murderer, let alone expose the surveillance equipment he installed secretly.

The lead guard wanted to ask something else.

"Dean, are you okay?"

Before the Harrys arrived, the voice came first.

The lead guard apparently knew Harry too.

He walked to the gate and stopped Harry who wanted to come in: "Harry, a murder happened here, you can't come in now until the evidence collection is complete!"

"Come, Hall, we are all on our own."

Harry had a hippie smile on his face, and when Hall wasn't paying attention, he shrank and rushed into the No. 3 morgue

Harry was there.

The guards of the forensics department were much more polite to Dean.

Checked and monitored.

It was confirmed that Bill took the initiative to attack and wanted to kill Dean, so Dean shot back.

Even so.

On the way to the hospital, the forensics department still sent two guards to 'guard' Dean's side. Meng En, the captain of the fourth squadron, also received a cordial greeting from the boss of the forensics department.

This matter involved insider crimes.

One and a half minutes, no end.

Harry returned to the Fourth Squadron by himself with the miniature recording and adhesive earphones that Dean hid under the iron table, ready to collect evidence.

Hospital.

Dean looked at the white ceiling above his head, his mind empty.

Get checked by a doctor.

His hands and feet were severely contused and congested, and the surrounding muscles were slightly torn. Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to move within half a month.

Of course, his physique is good, and his recovery speed should be faster.

"I hope these injuries won't affect my going to Mars' funeral." Dean twisted his body uncomfortably.

Got Bill though.

But he was still a little depressed.

It was a surefire thing.

In the end, he came to the hospital and was almost shot to death by Bill.

It's so embarrassing.

Bill's sudden eruption and the strangulation technique restraining Dean are only part of the reason.

The key is that Dean has brute strength and responsiveness, but he was not good at close combat in his past and present lives.

This is a shortcoming before the physique is formed and crushed.

Thinking.

boom boom boom~

There was a knock on the door outside.

Captain Meng, leading Harry, who was holding a bouquet, walked in.

"Dude, this is the first time I've given flowers to a man, you're so lucky." Harry put the bouquet aside and frowned at Dean: "How's the nurse here?"

Dean ignored Harry, who was full of women, and looked at Munn: "Captain, where is the forensic department?"

"Dean, don't worry."

Munn spoke in a soft voice: "The evidence you provided is very important to our case. As for the killing of Bill, it is not important anymore. Not only does the forensic department not dare to blame you, but it has to ask us to help deal with the internal affairs investigation department. "

"Internal Affairs Investigation Division?"

Dean asked curiously.

In the system, he still needs to understand a lot.

"This is a very annoying department, more annoying than my mother's nagging." Harry interjected, with a bit of resentment in his voice.

It turned out that the Internal Affairs Investigation Section belonged to the regulatory department.

If there are (black) cops, bribery, crimes committed by (public) employees, complaints from the public, etc., the Internal Affairs Investigation Section can step in. Inquiry and investigation are like a rope hanging around the necks of various departments, and the power is not small. , Let all departments stay away.

Bill is a senior forensic doctor, but he is the mastermind of a serial burglary murder case. The Internal Affairs Investigation Section will definitely intervene in the inquiry.

The serial burglary and murder case received a lot of attention.

Now it is approaching the change of ZF in the city.

Those congressmen for approval ratings.

It's hard to say whether the boss of the forensics department will be used as a scapegoat to calm public opinion.

That's why Munn has such a good attitude towards Dean now.

This is a great hero!

"Dean, take good care of your wounds in the hospital. I believe that when you recover, the case will be over." When Meng left, he helped him press the pillow very kindly, and his attitude was the same as the two talked for the first time. At that time, it was a world of difference.

After the two left.

Dean immediately called Masi's sister Neil.

Mass' funeral is just three days away.

In his current state, it is okay to attend Masi's funeral, but it is a bit inconvenient to preside over the funeral.

This is also a helpless move.

Neil didn't blame him, she said that a special pastor would be in charge of the funeral, and told him to recuperate well. If it's really inconvenient, he can wait for the injury to heal before going to Mas's cemetery to bid farewell.

Hang up Neil.

Dean thought for a while, but didn't call his mother Sheila to tell him about his injury.

The last time he went back, he didn't say that he would move back to live. His mother Sheila also knew that he was busy with a case recently, so she thought he was still living in a rental house, so she had no doubts.

Get those chores done.

Dean was bored in a daze, waiting for good news from Lawrence.

This case is very clear.

Bill was the planner, and another unknown Katz was the perpetrator. The two frantically treated the massacre as a game.

Now Bill was shot in the head by him, and there was no threat.

As long as Bill's family leaves clues.

Katz probably won't be able to escape either.

The only thing that bothered Dean was the conversation between the two.

Bill's code name is Butcher.

The first words he and Katz said were 'this game is over'!

This is not a good sign!

The next day, early in the morning.

Dean was still asleep, and instead of bringing good news, Lawrence brought a stranger to the ward and woke him up.

Good morning.