American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 6 06 Trainee Investigator

"This matter has to start from half a year ago..."

Through Jonathan's explanation, and the dossier.

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

In recent years, drivers traveling to and from the U.S.-Mexico border have disappeared frequently. The cases have not been solved for a long time, and the drivers have been missing again and again, which has caused panic among the drivers.

The California Trucking Association (CTA) organized drivers to march on the city hall to strike, and Mayor Brady attached great importance to it.

Because the truck driver not only represents himself, but also represents the votes 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 Special Investigations Service.

Since the police can't handle it, change to another department that can handle it.

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

……

Robbery Murder Division.

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

Howard cursed incessantly in the office.

Entering the police station this morning, everyone looked at him strangely.

Until he sat in the office chair and read the newspaper, he was completely angry.

Because he discriminated against minorities in the newspapers.

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

Old Sean's eyes sparkled with hope.

If Howard is unlucky, maybe he can move.

The vice captain becomes the captain.

The exchange of fire between Ron and the killer yesterday made him realize that things might not be that simple.

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

Ron this guy.

After all, everyone underestimated him.

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

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

I thought I could trample to death with a random kick, but I didn't expect my foot to be bloodied.

"Jingle Bell……"

The phone rang.

Howard panted and looked at the phone on the ground.

Furious, he threw everything he could on the table, including the phone.

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

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

The call is connected.

Hearing the familiar voice on the other side, Howard squeezed the phone tightly.

Because the other side of the phone is his backer, whether he can continue to thrive in the police force depends entirely on the other party.

He tried to make his voice more humble and his manner more docile.

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

Howard begged, like a puppy about to be abandoned by his master, sweating profusely and turning around.

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

Just kidding, the investigation bureau has already spoken.

In order not to be angered by the Bureau of Investigation, he had to suffer for Howard.

"Beep beep..."

The phone is busy.

Howard's face was ashen, and he sat slumped on the office chair as if he had collapsed.

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

"Damn Ron, one day, I'll get back what I lost. One day, you son of a bitch, I'll make you pay..."

Howard's furious voice sounded again.

Outside the office, everyone was a little worried when they heard the roar mixed with despair.

They were all worried that Howard was mad.

Only old Xiao En's eyes flashed with joy, maybe this is an opportunity to climb up.

It can only be said that the joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

……

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

Flipping through the pages of information, I drank cups of coffee.

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

Ron rubbed his eyebrows.

There are indeed too many files, and he is a little tired.

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

"Crack!"

There was a soft sound from the bones.

Seeing that Ron had finished reading the dossier, Sandy asked with a smile, "Man, what do you think?"

"Maybe we can find something by following the route of the missing policeman? But it's dangerous."

Now that the investigating police have mysteriously disappeared.

It is conceivable that they must have investigated something?
And the closer you are to the truth, the more dangerous it is.

Sandy shrugged nonchalantly.

"Our Special Investigation Bureau has never been short of danger, and we are always accompanied by danger. I heard that you have worked undercover before, and I believe it is the same."

Ron thought it was a stupid thing done by his predecessor.

If the boss sends him to be an undercover agent again, he may not accept this kind of task.

Compared with the undercover who may be exposed at any time, he prefers the upright crushing situation.

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

His strength is not allowed for the time being, he has such a crushing situation.

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

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

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

Erin adjusted her glasses and suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Sandy asked curiously: "Irene, what case is it? We are investigating the disappearance of the truck driver. Other cases will only distract us."

Still, Sandy walked behind Erin.

Sandy looked at the information on the computer screen.

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

Ron was interested.

If criminals extend their tentacles to Los Angeles, the difficulty drops at least in half.

Because they have home field advantage in Los Angeles.

He picked up his coffee and walked over. The picture on the computer screen happened in a narrow alley.

Two chubby middle-aged men in black suits, who were drunk, moved their hands and feet into the air, and then they were blown away by the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Then, when their heads were tilted, a blood hole appeared on the neck from the bite marks of teeth. As the blood drained, their bodies convulsed violently.

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

The video was played repeatedly, but nothing that killed the two was captured on the screen.

It was as if something invisible had bitten them to death and sucked their blood dry.

Ron watched the video carefully.

In the morning, the cleaning staff of the bar found the bodies when they threw out the garbage. After calling the police, the police came and pushed the two bodies out of the alley.

The alley was narrow and there was no sunlight. After the corpse was pushed out, it spontaneously ignited when it encountered sunlight.

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

"They seemed to have been bitten to death by a legendary vampire, and the strange thing is that the camera didn't capture the vampire."

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

"Okay, but what are we going to do with them?"

"I'm going to ask Erin about that."

Erin pushed her glasses, "Come with me."

It turns out that Irene's work includes not only docking with the police, but also weapon maintenance.

The iron door of the arsenal opened, and there were Gatling machine guns, Barrett heavy sniper, silencer rifle m4a1, grenades, body armor and so on.

Against vampires, most of these weapons will work.

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

In particular, the Gatling machine gun and the Barrett heavy sniper will be complained about if they are used in urban areas.

Irene opened a cabinet, and there were spray guns, stun guns, anti-wolf spray, toy water guns, and some crosses in the cabinet.

"Shotguns need no introduction. They are powerful, but the disadvantage is that they are not easy to carry and are easy to expose. The special stun gun has a higher voltage than ordinary stun guns, and can easily stun an elephant. Anti-wolf spray, which contains a special one I made A powerful dissolving agent, sprayed on vampires, even if they have amazing regenerative ability, it will take a long time to recover. Toy water guns, which contain holy water blessed by priests, are the nemesis of vampires, but their power is limited and cannot deal with high-level vampires. Finally, the cross has a deterrent and restraint effect on vampires."

Looking at the eloquent Irene.

Ron didn't know what to say.

These things are really ordinary in appearance, just like children playing house.

However, against vampires, it may not be really effective.

Ron prefers plastic toy water guns that can spray water.

This thing is filled with a cheap and inferior feeling, which is very deceptive.

Who would really guard against such a thin thing?

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

"A toy water gun would be nice."

"you sure?"

"Boys are good gun players. I think no one will refuse a toy water gun that can spray."

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

Erin blushed and glanced at Ron.

Such a handsome and humorous boy, I love it!
Sandy wore the cross on his chest and the stun gun on his belt.

Ron put the toy water gun in his trouser pocket.

Even if others see something, it is not easy to guess too much.

"Next, let's go to the bar to see the situation first?"

"As it should be."

Having said that, Ron went to the logistics department first and got his certificate as a trainee investigator.

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

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

The alley smelled of urine mixed with alcohol and rancidity.

Suppressing the bad smell, they searched carefully.

Unfortunately, they did not find any suspicious traces.

Finding nothing, the two walked to the bar next to them.

Sandy waved his FBI ID to the barman at the bar.

"FBI, where is your boss?"

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

Both are not fake evidence, in fact they put on two layers of skin.

The bartender was an asian looking man.

He was well-dressed and well-built.

Smiling eyes quickly swept across Ron, and then looked at the ID card in Sandy's hand.

"The boss is now cooperating with the police station to record the transcript. You can ask me if you have anything."

Ron asked in Chinese: "Chinese?"

"Yes, my name is Jason Lee."

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

Ron guessed that he should be the second generation of immigrants.

So, Ron decisively switched to English.

"So you were at the bar last night?"

Jason Li didn't answer, he asked instead: "You two, would you like something to drink?"

Ron realized that the other party did not receive special treatment because he and he were fellow villagers.

"cocktail."

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

"I'll go to the side and ask."

"All right!"

Jason Lee's technique is very skilled, and the cocktails are mixed in no time.

"Your cocktail."

"Thank you, can I ask now?"

Jason Li smiled professionally and nodded, "Of course!"

Ron knew the guy was a realistic jerk.

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

Opening the wallet, he took out a hundred dollars and waved it before Jason Li's eyes.

Jason Lee's eyes went straight.

"A hundred dollars is yours if you can provide a useful lead."

Jason Lee's smile is much more sincere.

"No problem, you ask!"

"Did you know the dead man?"

(End of this chapter)