North American Detective: I am proficient in all kinds of American Iai

Chapter 16 Entry, Salted Fish Atmosphere

Someone came in the office.

Lawrence and Harry, will introduce Dean once.

These people are masters of stepping on the spot.

Nine o'clock sharp.

Except for the captain who hasn't played yet, Dean has already known all the people in the fourth squadron.

Maybe it's because I brought it early.

Everyone's first impression of Dean was not bad.

Whether you eat it or not.

At least this newcomer has shown his attitude of wanting to integrate here, and the follow-up will depend on his ability.

Nine-twenty.

Everyone skillfully huddled in their workstations to fish.

Dean is now a newcomer, and the captain needs to arrange an interview for him, go through the process, and then follow the logistics to get the police detective certificate, guns, etc.

But now the captain hasn't come to work yet.

Dean, who had no facts, sat next to Harry: "Harry, don't we need a meeting?"

Harry skillfully opened the computer game and said without turning his head: "Dude, the meeting is just a formality, you have to get used to it, and we usually only hold meetings when the case is not solved, but we already have half of them in our hands." The month has not received a case."

"All broken?"

"Everyone is on the street"

Harry sighed, and threw a portfolio into Dean's hands: "I came in three months earlier than you, and went through three cases.

A wife murder case.

When we passed by, we happened to help collect the body of the murderer who committed suicide.

A case of a headless male corpse in a hotel.

After the corpse was sealed by special means, it was hidden under the mattress. Because of the long time, we didn't even figure out the identity of the male corpse, let alone solve the case.

Another time was a case of rape and homicide.

We investigated the entire scene and found no useful traces. We investigated the relationship around the deceased and found no one who had the time to commit the crime. Based on my experience, this case will most likely be thrown into the archives for ashes. "

"Is it so difficult to solve the case?" Dean was a little surprised.

"Look at your luck~" Harry handed Dean a cigarette: "If there are traces to follow, the probability of solving the case is okay, but many of them are crimes of passion between strangers. It's okay to have surveillance, no surveillance, no witnesses, It is very difficult for us to find the murderer from the vast crowd, and even if we find it, there is a high probability that there will be no evidence to convict the other party in the end."

"Yes, in fact, many homicide cases will become unsolved cases, waiting for some fool who will be caught suddenly and will take the initiative to confess what he has committed." Lawrence also came over from the side, smoking a cigarette by the way.

"That doesn't sound good~" Dean muttered.

He's here to solve cases and become stronger, not to fish. Although fishing is comfortable, that's all.

But if he was in the No. [-] Squadron of the 'Robbery and Homicide Division', which was like this every day, he might as well be a patrolman.

At least the patrol police have to deal with a lot of bad things every day, so they can gain some experience.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat, which is better than none.

Lawrence exhaled a smoke ring with a happy expression: "Dean, you seem to want to solve the case?"

Hear this.

Harry was dissatisfied first: "Hey, Lawrence, who doesn't want to solve the case and get promoted and raise the salary? It's just you old men who like to lie around and fish every day, but I'm worried that if this continues, our Fourth Squadron will be fired."

Their salaries are distributed by the Los Angeles City Government.

If you have not done anything, it is not impossible to be laid off.

"Police detective is just a job, so why worry about it, you might get fired if you work." Lawrence wasn't worried at all.

"That's right." Harry shrugged. "At that time, at worst, I'll drive a truck. The salary for driving a truck will be much higher than it is now."

Dean: "."

He had no desire to speak, and just took a deep breath.

Not good.

One morning.

The three of them huddled in the corner, puffing up clouds and catching fish.

Noon.

Vice-team Hunter, on behalf of the Fourth Squadron of the 'Robbery and Murder Division', invited Dean to the restaurant for a meal, which was regarded as a formal welcome for his arrival.

This is a 53-year-old black little old man, who speaks in a calm and calm manner.

"Thanks for the hospitality, Deputy Team."

Dean turned his sadness into appetite, and ate the steak for three people in one go, and he is very satisfied now.

"It seems that you are very comfortable with our rhythm here."

"It's not bad. In my 20s, I lived a 50-year-old life, and I took 30 years less detours." Dean pointed out.

"Hahaha."

Old Hunter understood what Dean meant, and burst out laughing.

He has been in the police force for more than 30 years. He is an out-and-out old fritter. His ability may not be strong, but he is good at judging people.

Old Hunter could feel the momentum hidden in Dean's heart.

The [-]th Squadron needs such a lad.

He stood up and comforted him: "Dean, the Fourth Squadron has only been established for half a year, and many suitable cases cannot reach us at all. We need to wait for an opportunity, do you understand?"

"Ok."

Dean nodded.

He's ready to take another look.

If this continues to be the case here, let Eve transfer him back.

afternoon.

Old Hunter assigned a desk to Dean, just behind Harry. By the way, Daisy, the logistician, took him to apply for a police detective certificate, and received a police pistol and a set of heavy body armor by the way.

if necessary.

Dean can also buy his own gun for reimbursement, or receive submachine guns such as tactical shotguns, M4, and MP5 as fire support.

Since the incident where dozens of policemen were crushed and beaten by a few robbers with heavy weapons, the authority of the entire police force to use guns has been relaxed a lot.

Dean threw the body armor under the desk and played with the pistol he had received.

He got an M1911, 45 caliber, using 11.43mm bullets. The effective range is not too far, but the performance is stable and powerful, which suits Dean's appetite.

Harry turned his head. "Dude, I thought you'd get a revolver, like this."

He showed his revolver from his waist: "It's like a cowboy, it's cool to think about drawing a gun and shooting quickly."

"Perhaps, but the revolvers are too short."

While speaking, Dean exerted force on his hand, and the pistol in his hand turned into a pile of parts and covered the table.

"Wow, cool~", Harry was stunned by this scene.

Dean smiled, did not speak, lowered his head and took care of the firearm seriously.

Except pistols.

He also received shoulder holsters, gun oil, cloth, four base magazines, and a uniform, but there was no suitable size, and Dean could only continue to wait for the notification.

But as a detective.

Except for some important occasions, they don't need to wear uniforms at ordinary times, and they can match clothes as they like, which is equivalent to plain clothes.

Harry was very envious of Dean's robbery methods: "Dean, my dear buddy, I think we can go to the shooting range after get off work. Our police department has a cooperative shooting range, the price is cheap, and we can have fun."

Hearing this, Dean's heart moved.

This is possible.

After he mastered the pistol, he hasn't tried its power yet.

Dean agreed.

Just when everyone thought they were going to get off work so happily today, the captain of the Fourth Squadron finally came to the office when they got off work.

He also brought sad news.

work overtime!

　Brothers, the dog thieves will be updated next time.

　　if possible.

　　Please help the dog thief push this book to friends, the child wants to sign a contract.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)