American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 84 Chapter 84
Since Ron injected blood into his body.

DeHarry could no longer rebel against Ron.

This kind of change, not only did not feel unsuitable, but took it for granted.

This kind of change, De Hali did not notice at all, let alone get rid of control.

It is difficult for De Harry to realize this problem without being reminded by others.

It can be seen how powerful this allegiance feature is.

Fortunately, the allegiance feature is as controllable as teleportation.

Ron said to De Harry: "Just tell your superiors that you have caught me and asked to meet."

De Harry nodded quickly: "Yes, master!"

Late at night, a black Lincoln SUV drove out of Los Angeles.

Enter a luxurious manor.

The iron gate of the manor opened, and the gate, the fence and the inside were filled with flashing cameras.

The car passed through the garden, bypassed the huge fountain, and stopped outside the three-story Gothic-style ancient building.

"get off!"

DeHarry got out of the cab, went around the front of the car, opened the passenger door, and pulled Ron off the passenger seat.

And Ron's hair was messy, his face was black and blue, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Even the clothes were torn, and the three white buttons of the white shirt inside were torn off, exposing the white chest.

It can be as embarrassing as it looks.

At the same time, Ron was wearing thumb-thick handcuffs and shackles on his wrists and ankles.

When walking, it makes a sound of "嘡啷嘡啷", like a prisoner being escorted to the execution ground.

Ron glared at DeHarry bitterly, "You...you dare to arrest me, do you know who I am? I am a senior investigator of the Bureau of Investigation. If you are sensible, I advise you to let me go now!"

Dehari grinned when he heard Ron's stern words, he didn't expect Ron to add drama to himself.

It is enough to add drama to this situation.

Yes, all of this was arranged by Ron, including acting for the owner of the manor.

"Haha, you still want to scare me when things are about to happen? Others are afraid of your Investigation Bureau, but I am not afraid. Go away!"

Speaking of which, De Harry pushed Ron's back hard.

Ron staggered forward and slammed forward.

When he stopped, he realized that there were two white men in black suits standing in front of him.

The two bet on Ron with one hand, and then the thin man said to De Harry: "The director has been waiting for you for a long time, follow me in."

"Yes!"

Afterwards, the group of three stepped into a luxuriously decorated hall.

Ron stepped on the thick plush carpet.

At the same time, he smelled the faint aroma of coffee and the smell of burning wood.

I saw a man with his legs crossed.

He held a jet-black Persian cat in his arms, and gently stroked the long cat hair with his fingers.

The Persian cat narrowed its eyes slightly, showing an expression of enjoyment.

On the other hand, there was a cup of coffee with faint water vapor on his desk.

On the other side of him was a burning fireplace, the red flames illuminated the man's face and warmed the entire room.

The man turned his head to look at Ron when he heard the movement, and then he smiled faintly.

Ron saw the man.

Although expected, I was still taken aback.

The man was another deputy director of the Los Angeles Bureau of Investigation, Gilbert Armstrong.

Gilbert was dressed casually. He was wearing white pajamas. He had a bald head, a round face, amber eyes, a short beard under his chin, and a few white beards in the short beard. He smiled very kindly and had a strong affinity.

Gilbert stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Please sit down, my guest!"

The two strong white men who escorted Ron stood behind Ron, and De Harry stood not far from them.

Ron had known for a long time that Gilbert was behind the scenes, but his eyes were still wide open, as if he had just learned the shocking news.

"You... why did you do this?!"

Gilbert didn't answer Ron's question, but nodded to DeHarry.

"Great job, Dehari, this is the strongest rookie in our investigation bureau. I didn't expect you to be so capable and catch him. Not bad, not bad!"

Gilbert's praise made De Harry feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in his back, and like a stick in his throat.

Can he say he's cooperating with the show?
I didn't catch Ron at all, but sold you all.

DeHarry certainly couldn't say that, because Ron's order was to cooperate with him.

Dehari complimented: "This is thanks to the information you gave!"

Seeing that De Harry didn't take credit for it, Gilbert smiled and said, "Yes, yes, although my information is very important, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

Dehari thought that the information about shit was basically useless as far as the information provided by Gilbert was concerned.

It has to be said that Ron usually pays attention to concealing his strength, and it really works at critical moments.

After praising De Harry, Gilbert smiled and looked at Ron who was both angry and shocked.

Gilbert couldn't be happier to see Ron in person.

But he suppressed his excitement, and said lightly: "You ask me why I want to arrest you? Because I am also a werewolf. For centuries, we werewolves have been working hard to improve the curse in the blood, but the effect is very little, and your appearance has brought us hope."

Ron looked at Gilbert in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"It's very simple. The blood in your body has both the advantages of werewolves and vampires, and is even stronger. Not only that, but it doesn't have the disadvantages of the two bloods. This is the blood we dream of, it's what we werewolves and their vampires dream of. You also Don't you understand? You... a werewolf, a vampire is bound to win!"

Having said that, Gilbert stretched out his palm and squeezed it tightly, as if he wanted to hold Ron in his hand, and his face was also blushing abnormally.

"How do you know I have this bloodline?"

Gilbert smiled triumphantly, "Haha, there is no secret that can be kept forever. I have to say, you know how to hide yourself. You got your vampire blood while investigating the disappearance of the truck driver, right? Fortunately, we didn't kill you back then!"

Ron thought of Howard.

At the beginning, after catching Howard, Howard said that a mysterious person gave him information about himself.

It also made him a lot of money, enough money to ask the mutual aid society to do it.

"You guys are supporting Howard behind him?"

"Yes, we are behind him, but he is just a dispensable pawn. Facts have proved that even if he has our help, he is doomed to be a loser!"

"So, the vampire in the bar in Mexico is also your masterpiece?"

Gilbert smiled triumphantly, "Haha, they are just lame failures, and we don't pay much attention to them. Go and investigate, just to get rid of this burden."

Then Gilbert looked at Ron intently, with undisguised greed in his eyes.

"Unlike you, you are the most precious gift of our werewolves, a gift from God to our werewolf clan! Your appearance has given us the hope of getting rid of the curse of blood, do you know? You are hope!"

Ron pouted secretly, he didn't want to hope to be a werewolf!

"You haven't told me yet, how do you know that I have werewolf blood in my body?"

Gilbert knew that it was normal for him to have vampire blood in his body, but he had never exposed the werewolf blood.

Gilbert smiled mysteriously, "Guess!"

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