The daily life of American drama detective

"What is he doing?"

Some police officers approached the bald bearded captain and pointed at the detective Amon who was standing in front of the corpse with his head tilted and his hands outstretched, as if he was using his hands to make a camera hole.

"...Investigate the case."

The bald bearded captain pursed his lips and replied blankly.

The curious and gossiping policeman saw that the captain was in a bad mood, so he tactfully stepped aside to be transparent.

"Amon, do you see anything?"

When the bald bearded captain saw the classic movements so familiar to Detective Amon, if it weren't for the gossip of his subordinates just now, he might still miss it, but now he has no nostalgia and is all complaining.

came back!
After so many years of relationship back then, the complex feelings of why he chose to leave all came back.

Love it or hate it belongs to yes.

What I love is the friendship between old friends and the joy of being able to solve the case smoothly every time.

What I hate is that this process is extremely tormenting because of the troublesome spirit of my old friend.

"Yes."

Detective Amon, who assumed his classic crime-solving pose, turned his head and glanced back at the bald bearded captain, then stepped forward and carefully reached out to touch a moved goblet, trying to put the goblet in the same position as the opposite one. symmetry.

"Don't move! These are all evidence!"

The bald bearded captain rolled his eyes, and immediately stepped forward to stop his old friend who was pursuing perfect symmetry because of obsessive-compulsive disorder: "Chuck, what do you think?"

"There is one lucky guy in this birthday party."

Chuck pointed to an empty seat.

"You mean there's one more person missing?"

The bald bearded captain suddenly realized.

"The question is whether this luck is intentional or not."

Chuck reminded with a blank face.

"The deceased appeared to be Colombian, do you think so?"

The bald bearded captain looked at Chuck questioningly.

Although he didn't say it out loud, he understood everything.

"how dare you!"

Before Chuck could answer, a furious voice came from beside him. The bald bearded captain looked over and saw a woman with an unusually fierce and fiery figure. Discriminate against us Colombians?"

Speaking of this, she held her tone and imitated exaggeratedly: "Colombians are all big drug lords, so when they die, they are gangsters. They deserve it, don't they?"

"Gloria!"

The old white man who was thrown off his hand also followed, looking at the woman helplessly, seeing the bald bearded captain's expression was not good, he hurriedly smiled and said: "Officer, my wife did not mean anything... Hey, Chuck, I'm so glad to see you." you!"

"Jay!"

Chuck nodded at the old man.

The people who come here are the modern family in Ping An Town, Jie, who is an old couple and young wife, and Gloria, one of the three unjust people in Ping An Town.

"Hi Chuck, hi Monica."

Gloria, who was so angry, suppressed her anger and greeted Chuck and Monica, then stared at the bald bearded captain and asked Chuck to help her judge: "It's just right for you to be here, Chuck, Tell me, is he discriminating against us Colombians!"

"Yes."

Chuck nodded.

"Chuck!"

The bald and bearded captain was anxious: "I don't discriminate!"

As a police officer, regardless of whether he discriminates in private, he must not be said to be discriminatory in public, otherwise he will be in great trouble, affect his career, and may even lose his job.

"You heard me!"

When Gloria heard it, she immediately moved her joyful hands to let the bald bearded captain look at Chuck, indicating that he heard what Chuck said.

“Just because you saw a rich Colombian, shot to death by an automatic pistol in public in a high-end restaurant in downtown Los Angeles in broad daylight, and let the other’s daughter go, you can’t think that this Colombian is rich. People are drug lords too."

Chuck said bluntly: "We must be careful not to affect the image of Colombians by a large number of cases!"

"..."

Gloria, who was glad that Chuck was speaking for herself, suddenly twitched the corners of her mouth when she heard the huge number of cases, speechless.

"Gloria, we're here on vacation, remember?"

The old man's husband Jie quickly reminded him that he was afraid that his wife would not get used to Chuck's honesty and would choke with Chuck.

"call!"

Gloria took a few heavy breaths, did not choke with Chuck, but tried to explain calmly: "I know that the Colombian drug lord is famous, and this appearance is indeed misleading, but I can tell you for sure, Manu El and Natalie are true Colombian elites, representatives of truth, kindness and beauty in our Colombia!"

"Ma'am, do you know the deceased?"

The bald bearded captain looked at her sharply.

"We don't know each other."

The old man’s husband, Jie, heard something was wrong, and quickly pulled his wife over, emphasizing: “We only came here for vacation because of the air pollution on the east coast. We don't know them!

It's just because my wife is also Colombian, and we all come from the same place, and we are more friendly, and we just exchanged a few words, we don't know anything! "

"I know that their husband and wife are definitely not Colombian drug lords!"

Gloria disagreed, and said loudly: "Manuel is a graduate student of the University of California, Berkeley. He is a true Colombian elite. Come to a restaurant like this to celebrate your birthday, don’t deny all Colombians just because of discrimination!”

"He's a UC Berkeley graduate?"

The bald bearded captain was a little surprised, and his face became serious.

The University of California, Berkeley is definitely a well-known top university, ranking among the top five in the world university rankings.

Graduates of such a university are still postgraduates, and their gold content is still very high.

If Gloria is right, then it is possible that the deceased really made money by relying on his own wisdom and ability, and it was not his first reaction that he had something to do with drug lords.

This is terrible!

If it was a drug lord's revenge warning or something, even if there were so many popular news element tags combined, he wasn't too worried.

After all, when these people are involved, the public will only watch it as a novelty, without any sense of substitution. If they die, they will die, and the pressure to solve the case is not great.

Make a show, and finally push these to the Drug Enforcement Administration DEA, and finally let it go.

Two weeks ago, the dignified Colombian drug lord returned to Los Angeles from Colombia. Less than an hour after leaving the airport, he was shot twice in the back and died on the spot.

It was just a notification, and it was lively for a while, and it has only been a long time, but there is no news.

Ok?
The bald and bearded captain thought of something, and immediately leaned over to check the wound, then gave up, and urged the police officers under him: "Let the forensics department speed up the evidence collection, I want to know what kind of bullet it is!"

".38 caliber."

Chuck reported the answer directly.

"Really .38 caliber bullets?"

The bald bearded captain looked at Chuck expectantly.

"Really!"

Chuck nodded.

"If only you could see the trajectory of the bullet."

The bald bearded captain was in a good mood and made a joke.

"can."

Chuck stepped aside, bent down, picked up a bullet that had pierced the dead body with tweezers, and signaled to the bald bearded captain: "If you have any doubtful ballistics that need to be compared, just give me the ballistic information, and I will do it right now." I can give you the answer."

"Are you kidding me?"

The bald bearded captain looked at Chuck in disbelief.

Detective Amon was also shocked.

Chuck gave them a knowing look.

"But doesn't this need to be compared with a microscope in the laboratory?"

The bald bearded captain couldn't understand.

"The human eye is no worse than a microscope, it's just that most people cannot maximize the potential of their eyes."

Chuck said lightly.

"This is it!"

Although the bald bearded captain couldn't understand it, he still chose to give it a try. He directly called up the ballistic information he wanted on his mobile phone and showed it to Chuck.

Bullets are all standard.

However, different guns fire bullets, and the ballistics left on the bullets will be slightly different. It can be said that the ballistics of bullets are like human fingerprints. As long as they are confirmed, the gun can be locked.

Therefore, there are special ballistic experts who use the suspected gun to shoot again in the laboratory to see if the trajectory of the fired bullet is consistent with the bullet left at the scene.

The efficiency of the United States, even the murder case, is delayed again and again. When it is time to rest, when it is time to rest, when it is time to take a vacation, God knows when he will be able to give him an answer.

And if there is no such answer, it is impossible to determine whether his guess is correct or not. Not only will he waste a lot of time and energy, but he may also waste the precious golden time to solve the case because of the wrong direction. Let him get away with it, or be powerless to prosecute.

This is unacceptable to him.

So he would rather believe that Chuck is so miraculous that he can compare it with a microscope with the naked eye!
"The ballistics match exactly, it's the same gun!"

Chuck glanced at it and gave the answer.

"So easy? Are you sure?"

Although the bald bearded captain encouraged his guess to be right, he still had doubts about Chuck's too casual process.

Even if you can compare the microscope with the naked eye, but after all, you have to look carefully for a while and carefully compare the various information of some ballistics.

Such a simple glance is really hard to believe!
Chuck directly reported all the indicator information of the ballistic. The bald and bearded captain read and watched. Although he didn't know the specific parameters, the numbers were all right, so he chose to believe that Chuck was really so awesome.

"If everyone was like you, ballistics experts would be out of a job."

The bald bearded captain gained confidence and couldn't help complaining.

"Which case is this ballistic?"

Detective Amon asked.

"Two weeks ago..."

The bald bearded captain originally wanted to tell a secret, especially since there was a ferocious Colombian woman staring at him next to him. It was not suitable to say these things, but thinking of the other party's attitude and tone just now, he couldn't help but talk about the Colombian woman two weeks ago. The drug lord case came out.

"impossible!"

Gloria understood, and immediately shouted unwillingly.

She is also a gunslinger. Back then, she drove a taxi in New York. With her body and a child's son, it was so dangerous. If she hadn't used a gun to make all passengers be individuals, how could their mother and son be as good as they are now? Good day.

So of course she knew what it meant for both bullets to have the same trajectory.

And if the trajectory of the bullet being compared is really that of the Colombian drug lord who was shot dead two weeks ago.

Then the newly met Colombian elite couple who were shot dead now, most likely have something to do with drug lords.

"He's a graduate student from the University of California, Berkeley!"

"It's not surprising."

Chuck said with a blank expression: "If you regard the Colombian drug lord as a positive and negative, you can understand, not to mention just sending a member to go to the University of California, Berkeley to study as a graduate student, even to get a doctorate in chemistry. Normal and sensible, they also need talent!"

"OMG!"

Gloria covered her mouth and immediately believed what Chuck said.

She is also a Colombian. In that magical country, of course, her family also has relatives involved in drug trafficking.

This is the general environment and there is no way to change it.

Of course, she is not involved in these at all, but she is also familiar with these crimes in the dark, and she still has contact with them to this day.

Apart from her figure and marksmanship, this is the capital that can give her the most confidence.

That's right!

As long as she calls, she can make people disappear!
She has relatives and friends who specialize in this.

She lived a carefree life and didn't need to use this method, but if the old man's husband Jie turned his back on him that day, she didn't worry at all that she couldn't deal with him.

The most worrying thing is not that her old Zhu Huang will be replaced by a newcomer, but that the old man's husband Jie died inexplicably, and then all the family property will be inherited by her, and she will spend so much money to find a little boy to live and live together.

Although she doesn't know how to use these secret contacts, she will occasionally bring them up when she gets angry in her daily life, but everyone else just thinks she's joking.

She clearly knows that the goods from Colombia are still relatively extensive and simple processing. It is said that some big bosses are dissatisfied with the quality of these extensive products, and they want to improve the quality and strengthen their competitiveness.

And it takes talent to do all of this!

Chemistry talent!

Now when Chuck suddenly heard the mention of Doctor of Chemistry and the Colombian drug lord, she instantly understood that this possibility not only exists, but even must exist.

And since the Colombian drug lord can send someone to a prestigious American school to get a Ph.D. It is entirely possible that Manuel is a drug lord.

This time, she was both shocked and embarrassed.

A moment ago, she said that the deceased was a Colombian for the bald and bearded captain, and then got angry at him, accusing him of discriminating against Colombians, and said with certainty that the deceased was a real Colombian elite who made a fortune with wisdom and hard work, but now In a blink of an eye, it was proved by Chuck that the other party was a drug lord.

This is so embarrassing.

"You've just met him, so of course you don't know who he is."

"Yes, Chuck also said that this is an example, and it does not represent all Colombians. You are the real Colombian!"

The old man's husband Jie and Monica hurried to comfort the embarrassed Gloria.

Gloria: "..."