The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 106 Assassination falling from the sky! (Please subscribe!)

Ten days later.

Chuck's Villa.

Guest room.

"Is that Justine also the target of your experiment?"

Looking at Chuck who showed no regrets as always after the experiment, got up and walked out, Monica suppressed her complaints and asked about Justine who she saw cleaning the house before.

"no."

Chuck paused and looked back.

"why not?"

Monica was paralyzed there, but her mouth refused to rest.

"Because she does not meet the experimental target's appearance screening."

Chuck frowned: "Don't you know?"

"Can't I forget that?"

Monica raised the corners of her mouth: "I don't have your photographic memory."

In fact, she just likes to hear this kind of truth.

Chuck turned and left.

The training with Monica was just one kind of daily training, and there would be other trainings later. He didn't have time to play the repeater game with Monica knowingly.

"well."

After Chuck disappeared, Monica looked at the guest room that was still as tidy as new except for some special locations, such as a circle on the ceiling, a corner of the wall, and one side of the floor. Her bright smile faded a lot, and she lightly

He sighed softly and laughed at himself: "I always feel a bit cheap."

But soon she no longer had the mind to think about these things, a strong sleepiness came over her, and she quickly fell asleep.

The next morning.

Monica woke up from a deep sleep, feeling energetic all over. She got up and went into the bathroom to look in the mirror, touching her fair and rosy face, and felt that her whole body was very clear.

After washing, she went out of the guest room. She didn't see Chuck. She heard a faint sound outside and walked over quickly. She saw a youthful and energetic figure in a sports vest beating a wooden mannequin there.

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"Sorry, are you making a fuss?"

As if feeling Monica's approach, the piling figure stopped, turned around, touched the sweat on his face, and smiled apologetically at Monica.

"No no."

Monica waved her hands quickly: "I woke up naturally, and then I heard some noise when I came out. Justine, are you practicing fighting skills?"

"right."

The woman who was driving the pile was Justine. She changed her direction and was facing Monica. She continued to punch the pile while talking to Monica: "I asked Chuck to teach me the authentic Eastern fighting skills.

"

"Why do you want to practice this?"

Monica looked at Justine's arm that collided heavily with the wooden stake. She could feel the pain. She grinned and asked in confusion. Then she thought of something and looked at Justine strangely.

: "You are Chuck's classmate at Princeton University, so you are also a genius, right?"

Um.

She now has some PTSD about the word genius. In her impression, the geniuses in her country all have mental illness.

If Justine is also a genius, then it is not surprising that such a young and energetic female college student does not want to have a romantic relationship, but instead practices like crazy here.

"No, I'm not a genius."

Justine shook her head with a smile while shaking her fist: "I'm just an ordinary person who believes that hard work can make up for weakness."

"Then why are you like this?"

Since she's not a genius, Monica really doesn't understand.

"This world is not safe."

"What are you talking about?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked.

"confidential."

Chuck glanced at her and said something that made her very unhappy. She also knew that the case had been handed over and she was no longer an investigator. It was really not easy to ask for more details, but she was really curious.

"I won't ask for specific details. I just want to know if the killer is carrying a sniper rifle to kill you?"

"no."

Chuck shook his head.

"Really?"

Detective Amy Santiago was a little unconvinced. Her line of reasoning was so perfect and self-consistent and there was abundant circumstantial evidence. How could she be wrong?

"You have my phone number. If you have any difficult cases in the future, you can call me."

Chuck did not continue to explain, nodded to them, turned and left.

The two of them look very energetic. They compete all day long to see who can solve the most cases. They bicker from time to time. They have a feeling of being happy enemies. Compared with other detectives in the homicide team, they have a faint protagonist temperament. I think they will do it again in the future.

He encountered many interesting cases and it was worthy of his special words.

"Just leave like that?"

Detective Shenfan smiled and said: "Didn't you see that our San Diego police detective still has a lot to say to you? Maybe she likes you too, oh, no, according to what you said, she is greedy for your body~"

“Peralta!!!”

Detective Amy Santiago suddenly blushed and punched the annoying detective in a frenzy.

"Did I say something wrong?"

The annoyed detective ducked away, got in front of Chuck, blocked Chuck's way, and used Chuck's body to block Detective Amy Santiago's pursuit: "You dare to say that you have no interest in the great detective at all?"

?”

"I don't!"

Detective Amy Santiago categorically denied it, but when she met Chuck's gaze and thought of the word "sea" that Chuck had previously commented on in the car, she immediately looked away with a guilty conscience.

"would you like?"

Chuck looked at Detective Shenfan who was dancing happily and asked seriously.

"...What do you mean if I am willing or not?"

The troubled police detective was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes.

"You and Detective San Diego seem like a happy couple."

Chuck said straightforwardly: "In this magical world, the longer I work as a detective, the more and more bizarre things I come into contact with. Many things have exceeded the limits of my understanding of normal people's views. If you are willing and strongly request

, I don’t mind accepting your invitation to design a cooperative experiment for the San Diego police detectives, so as to exercise my in-depth understanding and adaptability to this world, so I ask you if you are willing?"

"..."

Faced with Chuck's candid words, one of the people involved, Detective Amy Santiago, no longer dared to listen and ran away. The other person involved, the annoyed detective, faced Chuck's confirming eyes and coughed lightly.

He stopped talking and walked away with a smile.

Everyone likes to be a Cao thief, but not many people like to be a tauren warrior!

"pity."

Chuck shook his head slightly and left the NYPD 99 branch.

What he said was true.

Detective Amy Santiago's appearance is stuck on the baseline of the experiment. She belongs to Schrödinger's Catwoman. Normally, she just collapses to the baseline without considering it. However, if the detective confirms it, he can also consider a special move.

.

After all, the situation is special, and Detective Shenfan’s strong request can be used as a bonus, so that the appearance can be reduced to the baseline of the experiment and meet the requirements of the experiment.

After walking out of the police station, Chuck walked to the parking lot. He would go to the FBI's New York branch later. The case had been transferred. He wanted to follow it so that he could completely clear up the line. He would clean up what should be cleaned and root out what should be eradicated.

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Just as he was walking downstairs of a building, the sky suddenly darkened, and an air conditioner unit carrying huge kinetic energy from high altitude suddenly hit him!

(End of chapter)