The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 162 Thanks to Chuck, if you can beep beep, you will not do it
"While I know this is probably a stupid question, how can you be more professional?"

Chandler joked: "This is already a disguised suicide. If it wasn't for the disappearance and the female senator, it would have been defined as a suicide. Tell me, how can I be more professional?"

"There are professionals, and they will come over to clean up the corpse and clean up all traces with one call."

Chuck calmly said: "Without a corpse, there is no case. Many murders of wives clearly know that the husband did it, but they just can't file a case for this reason. As for the methods they use, besides digging pits in the wild, sinking iron buckets into lakes, and cement foundations on construction sites , walls, cremation, a more professional and secretive method is chemical solvents, recommended piranha lotion, 30%..."

"..."

Chandler and the others looked at Chuck talking eloquently, with rich details and one-click fool-like operation. What he heard was stunned and chills behind him.

What is so special called professional?
This special meow is called professional!

But is this really what they can hear?

"How did you know this?"

Detective Amy Santiago swallowed and said with difficulty.

"I'm a scientist."

Chuck said calmly: "I'm still a detective. If a scientific detective can't think about what criminals think, think about what criminals can't think about, and think about all possibilities and impossibilities, he is not a good detective."

"As professional as you, if you become a killer, it must be epic."

Chandler shrugged at Chuck, then looked at Detective Amy Santiago, and joked: "You should thank him for choosing to stand on your side instead of the other."

"Ha ha."

Detective Amy Santiago laughed dryly, but when Chuck turned his head and looked at him seriously, he froze for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Do you need me to say thank you?"

"What he said was the truth."

Chuck looked at her frankly.

"……thanks."

Detective Amy Santiago's mouth twitched: "On behalf of all the good people, thank you."

"Do not."

Chuck shook his head: "It represents everyone."

In fact, strictly speaking, Detective Amy San Diego should thank him instead of those criminals. If he didn’t have the unshakable ideological seal of his previous life, and he would not do anything if he could beep, then Chuck’s daily life would be another style of painting.

Both the Dark Knight and Daredevil would call it too dark.

"Ok."

Detective Amy Santiago is tempted to complain, but on second thought, it does make sense.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she was very glad that Chuck chose to stand on the side of order.

"You're welcome."

Chuck nodded.

late at night.

New York, Brooklyn, NYPD99 branch.

After a busy day, the NYPD basically went home to rest. There were only a few sporadic people on duty. They either gathered together to brag and fart, or sat in their seats and dozed off. The NYPD ignored him.

The cost of labor in the United States is high, so there are a large number of illegal migrant workers who work at the lowest level. Unless they provoke others, or others extend their evil hands to them, they generally turn a blind eye to them. Eye.

The cleaner cleaned carefully, and slowly came to the office of the superintendent of the sub-bureau, glanced outside, and began to rummage skillfully.

The things of the deceased Christine Jasmine brought from the female senator's office are stored here. Because heavyweights are involved, the superintendent not only requires to report the progress at any time, but also gathers all kinds of evidence to him.

"Aha! Got you!"

Just as the cleaner was rummaging, Detective Annoyance jumped out from the shadows and laughed.

"Ah, you scared me."

The cleaner immediately covered his chest, looking frightened.

At this time Chuck and the others also walked in.

"I'm leaving now, and I won't hinder your work."

The cleaner wanted to go out after speaking.

"Don't move, turn around!"

Detective Amy Santiago pointed his gun at the cleaner, directly detained him violently, and searched him for a gun.

"I think I'll do it."

The annoying police detective couldn't help but said meanly: "Otherwise, if you don't search cleanly, if he still hides a gun somewhere, it will be dangerous."

"yeah."

Chandler immediately pursed his lips knowingly and nodded with a smile.

"To shut up!"

Detective Amy Santiago immediately shouted at the two.

"Whoa, what do you mean?"

The cleaner wants to continue acting.

"Who are you? Who do you work for?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked as he frisked.

"I work for the building, I do the cleaning."

The cleaner said innocently.

"No, you are not."

Chuck said, "You're a private eye and part-time mob cleaner, just not professional."

The cleaner glanced at Chuck, pursed his lips, and then smiled again: "I don't know what you're talking about, listen, I'm new here, if you don't believe me, you can call my supervisor and wake me up he!"

While speaking, taking the opportunity to hand over the business card to Detective Amy Santiago, he retreated to the table, picked up the pen in the pen holder, and pulled Chandler who was watching the fun, and used the pen as a knife against the money. Dele's neck looked at everyone and smiled: "Calm down! Now I hope you put the guns on the ground, slowly, take out the handcuffs, and handcuff yourself."

Both Detective Amy Santiago and Detective Annoyance began to do as instructed. Detective Annoyance skillfully handcuffed himself, and still did not forget to tease his partner: "I've wanted to play this trick for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be this time .”

Detective Amy Santiago immediately looked disgusted, and was about to handcuff himself, but was interrupted by the cleaner: "handcuff him first!"

"Him? Why?"

Detective Amy Santiago looked at Chuck following the eyes of the cleaner, and suddenly said dissatisfied: "You discriminate against women?"

There was only one handcuff on her body, and if Chuck put it on, she couldn't put it on herself.

So in the eyes of the cleaner, she, a genuine police detective, is not as threatening as a civilian man?

"..."

The cleaner paused before saying, "I'm just good at doing my homework. I know who Chuck Wolfe is. I don't mean to discriminate against women."

Speaking of this, he raised his chin to Chuck: "Look, I'm an excellent private detective."

"You can discriminate against me."

Chandler, who was poking his neck with a pen, was very scared at this time, but he couldn't stop his sassy words and blurted out.

"Don't be afraid, if he dares to hurt you, we will definitely not let him go."

Detective Amy Santiago comforts her bestie while handcuffing Chuck.

"Damn!"

The annoying police detective acted frustrated like he was robbing a show, which attracted everyone's attention, and then he joked: "Santiago is more proficient in handcuffing people than me. Obviously, this is also a tune she has played in her dreams a long time ago." gone."

"Back now!"

After Detective Amy Santiago handcuffed Chuck, the cleaner signaled her to back off, and then carried Chandler to get a gun and leave. Then he set his eyes on Chandler in his arms and shouted: " What are you doing? Go forward!"

"Sorry, I want to go too, but the two legs don't agree, or you tell them to go?"

Although Chandler was so frightened that his legs were so weak that he couldn't walk, the jokes in his mouth couldn't stop at all.

"...Is it just you or a detective assistant?"

The cleaner complained.

What a mess of people can be detectives!
The private eye cleaner who thinks he is a professional is not happy.

"My assistant is actually in charge of making jokes."

Chandler told the truth.

"..."

If it weren't for the fact that Chandler's legs were so natural, the cleaner would have suspected that the other party was trying to play tricks, resisting the urge to poke the pen in, and bent down to get the gun on the ground.

Then a black shadow came, and when he raised his hand to block it, there was a click, and his arm was broken, and then he heard Detective Amy Santiago shouting: "Get out of the way, he's mine!"

Then, a strong force hit him, and he was thrown heavily to the ground. His fractured arm was injured twice, and he cried out in pain.

When the cleaner was arrested and handcuffed, everyone thought about looking at Chuck's empty hands and the handcuffs left on the table.

"how did you do that?"

The annoying detective was amazed.

"As you said."

Chuck said calmly, "I like this tune too."

"..."

The annoying detective's mouth twitched.

"Let's be honest, let's not say that you are an accessory to the murderer, conspired, obstructed the investigation, and just violently assaulted the police, there is no problem in killing you now."

Chuck said: "Look at what Senator Bason and the others did. Amateurs can no longer be amateurs. Do you think there is only this flaw and evidence? What is the success rate of keeping them secret? And in their capacity, you will be arrested afterwards. How likely is it to silence, think about it with your IQ."

The cleaner was silent, and said slowly: "I am a private detective, I have professional ethics..."

"That's it."

Chuck interrupted directly: "Without your confession, we can still handle the case. Senator Bason's fake husband is just a contract worker, and he will know how to choose."

"do not."

The cleaner immediately became anxious: "After you listened and finished speaking, I didn't tell you to be honest, I just wanted to..."

"No, you don't want to."

Chuck interrupted again.

"..."

The cleaner immediately understood that Chuck knew that there was a turning point of "additional money" behind him, but he was not ready to agree to him at all.

"Ok."

The cleaners struggled over and over again, and finally chose professional ethics.

Ok.

As always, he, like most people, has a flexible moral bottom line.

"Go, let's make a statement."

Detective Annoyed pushed the cleaner to the interrogation room.

"It's time to call the Senator's husband and ask him to come over now."

Chuck to Detective Amy Santiago who comforts Chandler.

"Hit now?"

Detective Amy Santiago froze for a moment.

"They can't sleep anyway."

Chuck said bluntly: "It's better to let them come over and close the case early."

"Why close the case early."

Chandler still didn't slow down, without the support of the cleaner's chest, he stood there softly, with the support of his best friend, stood up with difficulty, and subconsciously laughed at himself: "Anyway, I won't be able to sleep when I go back."

"I can sleep."

Chuck said straightforwardly.

Chandler: "..."

(End of this chapter)