American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Holy shit!"

Frank was finally shocked and shouted out the classic exclamation again.

Billionaire Edward Olson doesn't look like much to him.

But Texas truck driver Olson Sr., he believed it.

Because girls who choose to run away from home are most likely to be harmed by passing truck drivers.

The temptation of truck drivers who actively or passively offer free seats is too great for small-town girls who are tired of walking on the road and still want to leave the small town and go to the outside world they long for.

And if Old Olson is like this, then Edward Olson may indeed have inherited perverted genes and perverted behavior.

And there is evidence that the third-generation Olsen killed people for fun at every turn.

Thinking of this, Frank's scalp felt a little numb.

A mercenary who kills people for money will shudder when he encounters a serial killer who just enjoys killing others.

"So you have to be careful and don't be careless."

Seeing that Frank believed it, Chuck reminded him again.

It doesn't matter whether his speculation is correct or not, because little Olson's unscrupulous and harmful behavior has repeatedly escaped legal sanctions, isn't it because he relied on Edward Olson's cover.

Even if such people are eliminated by the way, they are still doing justice for heaven.

Um.

In more professional terms, this is collateral damage that is unavoidable but understandable.

The reason why Chuck mentioned it was just to alert his younger brother.

If Edward Olson is really a serial killer who kills profusely, then Frank can easily be killed if he doesn't pay attention.

After all, Frank is a younger brother who can debuff even the sage state so hard, which is really worrying.

"I see."

Frank nodded, looked at Chuck who didn't trust him, and said unhappily: "Wait until I kill them and recover, then I'll find you. Let's practice hard and see who is the best."

"Hopefully one day."

Chuck said bluntly.

As long as you don't discount it in advance, everything will be fine.

It would be impossible for him to look at the aggressive, restless younger brother in his predecessor all the time.

Everyone has his own life.

He could watch it once, but he couldn't watch it forever. Then the first person to explode and oppose him would only be Frank himself.

So it is enough to remind them once or twice. It is foolish to try to use your own rational views to constantly forcefully correct others.

Frank can live how he wants to live. If he is killed early, Chuck, as his brother, will help avenge him, that's all.

Both brothers wisely stopped mentioning this topic, and instead talked about the aftermath of their separation.

Frank's events over the years have actually been under Chuck's watch, so there's nothing much to say.

So most of it is Frank gossiping about Chuck's experiences over the years, especially his shock that Chuck was able to get over the boy-girl thing.

That’s right!

Already now, he was still in a state of shock, as if he was in a dream and felt unreal.

The silent and calm man in front of me spoke frankly about men and women when asked, and he really understood it. He shared some opinions that even a wanderer like him was stunned and could never imagine. He was really the man who couldn't control the movements of his body and limbs. A brother who gets mad when his mother uses a vacuum cleaner, refuses hugs and handshakes, always wears only one outfit, and goes crazy whenever something goes wrong?

Hospital.

"Where have you been?"

Jane saw Chuck, breathed a sigh of relief, and came up to him.

"do research."

Chuck said.

"Did you find out anything else?"

Jane asked, and without waiting for Chuck's answer, she continued: "This matter is probably going to be a big deal. When my boss heard my report, he immediately cursed and brought someone over by plane."

"Um."

Chuck hit the nail on the head: "He must be worried because of the troubles involving billionaires and the Department of Energy."

"..."

Jane was speechless.

In her opinion, it was obviously because the tribal police department and she, an FBI agent, were almost wiped out by the group, but why did it become something else when it came to Chuck's mouth.

However, after Chuck reminded her, she suddenly felt that what Chuck said was right.

The casualties at the tribal police station and her attack may be important in the eyes of her superiors, but they definitely don't warrant the urgent rush to yell at her.

"What do we do now?"

Jane was a little worried.

"Wait until your boss comes over."

Chuck said calmly: "If he dares to continue the investigation, we will help him investigate. If he does not have the courage to continue the investigation, or just comes here to close the case in a hurry and dare not go further, then I will fly back to New Jersey tomorrow night, and there will be another one the day after tomorrow. It’s class.”

Now it doesn't matter whether we check or not.

"what about me?"

Jane asked subconsciously.

Since she was rescued by Chuck at gunpoint, she has regarded Chuck as one of her own in her heart. The embarrassment of hiring others and the dissatisfaction of being corrected by Chuck have long since disappeared. She instinctively wants the very capable Chuck to help. She decides what to do next.

"you?"

Chuck glanced at her: "You should work with your boss and learn more so that you can make your own basic judgment when encountering cases in the future. If it is a difficult case, you can come to me."

Jane nodded.

She was very dissatisfied with Chuck before and said that this was a small and simple case, but as soon as Chuck came over, he immediately found the suspect and even forced the suspect to directly expose him. Now after reviewing it, the facts of this case are indeed what Chuck said. It's simple and clear.

If it weren't for her lack of experience, there would indeed be no need to ask Chuck for this case.

But she couldn't help but think, if she didn't find Chuck this time, would there be a present and a future?

She probably died directly from the bombardment of large-caliber bullets.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously reached out and touched her chest. When she didn't react, she was grabbed by Chuck and thrown out.

She knew the situation was urgent, but Chuck was too harsh.

Can soft tissue be the same as hard tissue?

Early in the morning.

Jane's boss hurried over with his men, looking serious.

"Are you the private detective?"

The boss was an old white man. He glanced at Chuck with a frown, and then scolded Jane: "Nonsense! Who gave you the authority to hire a private detective? We are FBI agents, and it is our duty to investigate cases... "

Jane was trained to bow her head and remain silent.

Strictly speaking, she did something wrong.

At least she had never heard of any rookie agent doing such a thing.

"Police detectives from various places have called on me 8 times, and the FBI has called on me 13 times."

Chuck interrupted.

Again, the FBI's budget and investigation flexibility are far beyond what the local police departments can match.

Compared to the local police department, the FBI is his biggest customer.

"..."

The old white male boss hesitated for a moment, and when he turned around again, his serious expression was much relieved. He looked at Chuck, paused, stretched out his hand to Chuck and said with a smile: "It turns out that he is a cooperating consultant in the bureau, one of our own. .”

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