Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 70 70. Arrest
The sun is shining.

Five police cars parked in front of Colorful Bar, several police officers divided into two groups:

Carl, who was fully armed, entered from the main entrance of the bar with two police officers and Bud Burton.

Holden and a police officer stood outside the front and rear doors to prevent the target from escaping.

Dean followed Thomas through the back door, but Dean saw this posture and asked,
"Don't we need a warrant for arresting someone in a bar?"

Thomas shook his head and explained in a low voice, "This year's latest regulations require an arrest warrant to arrest a suspect in the home where the suspect lives, but not in the rest of the workplace. Even as long as the suspect steps out of the house, he can be arrested without a warrant."

"Moreover, the death of the suspect in this case is a serious case, and no witnesses are required."

Dean nodded, turned his eyes to the back door of the bar, and habitually observed the situation at the back door from the perspective of God. After eliminating the danger, he pushed open the green iron door and walked into the narrow safe corridor with his cat.

There was no one here, the lights were dim, and there was a vending machine against the wall. Dean glanced at it. In addition to various drinks, there were also colorful "small umbrellas" of different sizes.

The two quietly passed the open kitchen, safe passage, and vending machines, and after turning around, they pushed open the door leading to the front hall.

The setting of the bar was darker than the Barca disco Dean had been to, divided into a drinking area and a dance floor.

There is only a very narrow aisle between the 20-meter-long bar and the wine tables against the wall.

Dean imagined that if the booth was full of guests at night, he would definitely pay back to back to the guests on the bar stools when he passed the aisle.

"The layout is wonderful."

But late at night is the busiest time for the bar. At eight or nine in the morning, the place is empty without a single customer.

A fat Mexican aunt in cleaning clothes was cleaning the drinking area, putting a chair upside down on the wine table to wipe it.

Standing in front of the bars of the rows of wine cabinets was a man wearing a black leather jacket with a hulking back. The silhouette on the side was hard, but there was a trace of feminine delicacy in the eyebrows and cheekbones.

The 1.9-meter-high man weighs over [-] pounds, which perfectly fits the suspect's features.

With her two shiny bare arms, she was wiping the wine glass with a white cloth, and the muscles on her arms were swimming like fish in water.

Sure enough, excessive fitness will make men and women irrelevant.

Dean sighed and followed the woman's line of sight, just in time to see the TV set hanging from the ceiling directly in front of her. The female reporter Catherine Medici was wearing a deep V black dress that seemed to be worried that the rich could not see clearly. voice announces,

"The latest report is that a homicide occurred on West Ninth Street around nine o'clock last night. According to insiders, the deceased was a teacher at the Leeds Special Children's School..."

At this time, several police officers poured into the front hall from the main entrance of the bar.

Carl, the leader, looked up and glanced at the naked muscular woman in the striking leather jacket in front of the bar, while Bud beside him nodded with a complicated expression.

"Rosie Towne, I'm Detective Carl Land of the LVPD. I suspect that you are related to a murder case last night. Please follow us back to the police station for investigation."

Carl shouted loudly according to the procedure, while leading people towards the bartender.

The bartender obviously didn't want to sit still. Seeing that the situation was not good, he supported the bar with his left hand, jumped into the aisle with his thighs with highly separated muscles, and rushed towards the back hall of the bar with a tank-like figure.

He bumped into Thomas who was surrounded from the back hall,

"LPVD police, hold still!"

But the woman ignored the warning at all, and stretched out her hand to grab a few chairs next to him and threw them at Thomas continuously. Her hand with bruised veins and thick knuckles was thrown back, knocking the rushing police officer to the ground, and then took the opportunity to step on the wine table a few times. Jumping repeatedly, he rushed to the back door exit like lightning.

But less than five meters away, a figure twirling a stick blocked her way.

The person blocking the way is neither tall nor strong, with a calm expression, as if walking along a garden path.

"Go away, bastard!"

The woman's face was ferocious, and she rushed over regardless.

Immediately afterwards, my foot slipped inexplicably, and I lost my balance.

bump!
With the sound of breaking through the air, the stick hit the woman's side face and ears from an unimaginable angle, making her brain buzz.

After roaring, the woman pushed forward fiercely with her hands like iron pillars, like a sumo wrestler trying to knock down a wall, but nothing happened.

The shadow flashed behind her.

The left hand aimed at the woman's vest with an elbow, and the swinging stick held high in the right hand suddenly fell, hitting the neck and shoulders violently.
Puff puff!
Amidst the tingling sound of sticks entering the flesh, a swinging stick fell like a storm, leaving behind afterimages.

The woman hugged her head and howled mournfully, her strong body was like a pile that had been hammered into the soil and dwarfed inch by inch.

When her face is on the ground.

Dean twisted her wrist behind her back and nodded at the colleague rushing behind him.

In the system, the investigation progress quietly jumped to 90.00% five.

"Good boy, nice job!"

Thomas gave Dean a thumbs up, cooperated with Carl and others to pin the muscular woman's arm, and pulled her up.

The back of her neck was already covered with red marks, and she almost fainted from the beating.

"Rosie Towne, we suspect that you are related to the murder on West Ninth Street last night. Now, follow us back to the LVPD for investigation."

Karl threw out the righteous words again, but the muscular girl just kept silent with a blank face. She was held up by everyone and moved towards the front door, but her swollen eye sockets swept towards the police officers, and she swept to the hiding place. On the familiar face behind everyone, his lips moved suddenly,

"Bud..."

Her cold expression was instantly like melting steel, the tenderness in her eyes was in stark contrast to her rough appearance,
But Bud, who was named, just stood among the police officers, looking at her with red eyes.

No questioning, cursing, or yelling.

There seemed to be a thousand words in the silent eye contact.

Bud watched her being escorted out.

……

"All right, buddy?" Dean gave him a look. "I think you'd better see a therapist after the case is over."

"Well, thank you for your concern."

……

The suspect was locked in the back of the police car.

Holden waved to Dean, called him into his car, and asked Dean to recount what happened in the bar while driving back.

"What to do with Rosie next?"

"Don't worry, we have solid evidence, she can't escape." Holden looked confident,
Dean was relieved after hearing this, and the investigation progress should reach [-]% by then.

Holden grinned, "From last night to this morning, the murderer was caught in less than a day, and a homicide case with a bad influence was solved, creating the record of the fastest case solved by LVPD in the past six months."

"This is a remarkable success. I think the Bureau will hold a press conference tomorrow at the latest to put gold on my face."

Dean was even more silent.

"Of course, you performed very well, and you also paid attention to propriety when arresting people," Holden praised without hesitation, "All your colleagues praised you for being diligent, bold, careful, and capable. You are a natural detective. !"

"But I don't understand something. Your eloquence is not generally bad. How can you convince Bud to testify against your cheating partner?"

Dean smiled frankly,
"Are you sure you want to know about this unscientific process?"

Holden fixed his eyes, shook his head hesitantly,

"Then don't talk about it. In short, your contribution is undeniable. I decided to ask the director for instructions to see if I can recruit you into the bureau."

"What entry?"

"From a volunteer to an official police officer of the LVPD."

"But the normal process does not need to go to the police academy first, and then take the selection exam?"

"Do you know what exception admission is? Ordinary people and mediocre people are of course not qualified to skip the rules and regulations, but for those who do have talent and ability, and for those who have made outstanding contributions to lvpd, the green light and fast track are very useful. It is necessary."

Dean looked at the bustling shop outside the car window, his eyes flickering,
"You've said that I'm bold. Being an official cop will cause a lot of trouble sooner or later. Volunteers are very good. When I learn something, I will change to a job with more freedom."

"Freer? You mean a private detective?"

"Ah."

A hint of puzzlement flashed in Holden's eyes, but he didn't try to persuade him, "Actually, private detectives and cops are not contradictory. You can train in the bureau for a few years, manage your contacts, and then go out and work alone to find cases on your own." .”

"A lot of COPs have gone this route."

"Take your time. To become a private detective, you must first obtain a high school diploma, and then apply for registration and registration with the private security committee in the state. If there is no money or connections to open the way, you can wait slowly."

……

Get a diploma, register and apply for a license?
Dean nodded,

"Understood, I will work honestly in the bureau first. Yes, try not to mention me in the report of this case."

"You don't want the subsidized bonus?" Holden asked,
"how many?"

"One or two hundred knives."

Dean thought that he didn't spend much money recently, and he still had four thousand dollars in savings, so he learned and sold it now.
"Can I use this money to treat Karl and his group to a meal?"

(End of this chapter)