North American Detective: I am proficient in all kinds of American Iai

Chapter 326 Headshots are really cool!

"I like lucky people!"

"So, the two of you, the luckiest one, can get out of here alive today!"

The short, middle-aged man threw the revolver with only one bullet left in front of Harry, then waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to pull another person up.

When the other person was thrown in front of Harry, apart from humming, he couldn't tell anymore. He could only tell that he was a young white man.

The white man's face is bloody and bloody, and there is a camera strap hanging on his chest, but the camera has disappeared, and it is not known whether it was taken away or lost.

"Happy!"

Resisting the pain in his body, Harry climbed up to the bloody white young man, and was relieved when he saw that he was still panting.

His partner was actually Harpy who had learned to be a detective before.

This guy doesn't know what job he took.

Not only did he almost kill himself, but he also put Harry, the unlucky guy, in danger.

"Black-skinned pig, don't waste your time!"

Just now, the short middle-aged team leader, a man with a ball head called Matsushita-kun, kicked Harry to the ground again, with a grin on his face.

The rest of the onlookers also burst into laughter, watching a good show.

Harry got up from the ground with an aggrieved face.

He glanced at the men with ferocious expressions, as well as the samurai swords and firearms in their hands, his heart sank, and he could only look down at the revolver on the ground, with the expression on his face flickering.

He now has three options.

First, pick up the revolver on the ground and play a game of Russian roulette with your companions to bet your luck.

Second, pick up the revolver on the ground, take advantage of the immobility of Happy on the ground, and shoot six shots at Happy to ensure that he can survive.

Third, he picked up the revolver on the ground, pointed at the middle-aged man, and took away a lucky audience at random, and then he and Happy were beaten to death on the spot in this Japanese private club.

The first and second choices, no matter who lives, whether the remaining one can live or not depends on the conscience of this group of people, and after the murder, there will be a clue in the hands of these people.

Considering your identity as a police detective.

Live by yourself, maybe you can leave.

If I die, Happy will live, and there is a higher probability that Happy will be beaten to death by these bastards.

Because the other party is useless.

A third option, not to mention.

If you choose, you don't necessarily kill people.

But myself and Happy must die.

so.
Harry sighed under the playful eyes of everyone looking at the monkey.

He grabbed the revolver on the ground, pointed it at the dying Happy's head on the ground, rotated the magazine (cassette) of the revolver at will, ejected the magazine, and after confirming the position of the bullet, turned the magazine to ensure that the first shot could be fired. bullet.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man at the top didn't stop him.

He glanced at one of the crowd.

The man held a video camera in his hand and nodded to his team leader, indicating that everything was being filmed.

Accompanied by a click.

Harry returned the magazine, took a deep breath, and turned to look at the short middle-aged man on the top: "Guys, can you give me a chance? Speaking of which, you Yamaguchi-gumi and I have some intimate things that you don't know about." relation."

"idiot!"

The ball-headed man on the side punched Harry's red and swollen face: "You bastard, hurry up if you want to do it, don't waste our time!"

"Matsushita-san!"

This scene angered the short middle-aged man above.

He glared at the head of the ball, and said with unfriendly eyes: "I haven't spoken yet, when is it your turn to speak!"

Wanzitou's face turned pale, and he quickly bowed ninety degrees: "I'm sorry, team leader, I'm excited!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly slapped himself.

The short middle-aged man glanced coldly at the terrified subordinates, then turned his gaze to Harry who spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a smile, "Mr. Detective, I don't know what relationship you have with our Yamaguchi-gumi?"

This time, the Yamaguchi-gumi was able to gain a foothold in Los Angeles, mainly relying on the help of the families who were connected to the mayor of Los Angeles, so the middle-aged man was also worried that Harry really had some relationship with those families.

if so.

Today's little game can't continue.

Harry wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, first punched the meatball head who was still slapping him hard on the face, knocked him to the ground, and then said to the middle-aged man above:
"After I get off work, I often go to the clubhouse opened by you to play.

Those Japanese women like my black 'hang' very much, kneeling to serve, gentle and obedient, maybe they are your sisters, younger sisters, and old mothers.

Your relatives and I often talk about the friendly relations between the two peoples in simple terms.

Do you think we are related? "

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

The relationship between the black-skinned pig's mouth is actually this!
The short, middle-aged man sitting above was even more angry with his lips trembling.

He was actually played by a black pig in front of all his subordinates! ! !

"Bagaya Deer!"

The short, middle-aged man grabbed the sake bottle on the side and slammed it on the ground: "Hack this black pig to death, I want...!"

bang~
Gunshots sounded.

The short middle-aged man trembled, touched the blood hole on his forehead, and wanted to say something, but his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, rolling from the steps to the feet of a group of subordinates.

His eyes were wide open, with mixed expressions of anger and astonishment on his face, as if he didn't expect to die on the revolver he threw to Harry himself.

Looking at Xiao Ri stupid who died with regret.

Harry clutched his belly and laughed, bleeding from his mouth as he laughed.

No wonder Boss Dean likes to blow people's heads off, it's really cool!

cool!

"idiot!"

"Hack him to death and avenge the team leader!"

A group of little Baga yelled loudly, held up their samurai swords, and slashed at Harry from all directions.

Harry, who was promoted to the anti-Japanese pioneer, threw away the revolver in his hand, opened his hands, and waited for the death to come.

Change the leader!

Worth it!

at this time.

The police car horn blared.

Lawrence rushed in with a group of people armed with guns.

"Dean!"

Neil, who came home from get off work, saw Dean who came back suddenly, lifted the high heels off his feet, jumped on them, and gave Dean a long-awaited hug and deep kiss.

Wait until Nell is out of breath.

Dean brought her to the cannonball candlelight dinner he made himself, and was about to say some nasty words when his phone rang inappropriately.

He looked at Neil, whose eyes were full of charm.

Dean took out his phone angrily.

After returning to Los Angeles, he changed his original cell phone and number.

So this call must be from an acquaintance.

Dean took out his mobile phone and found that it was Lawrence who hadn't contacted for some time. He could only cast an apologetic look at Neil, walked to the balcony, and connected the phone.

"Lawrence, don't tell me you called me to invite me to your wedding with Phoebe."

"Harry is hospitalized and I'm suspended!"

Lawrence's voice was low, and there was the cry of a child beside him.

what?
Dean's eyes were stunned: "What's the matter, Lawrence?"

"It's Japanese Benzene!"

"Harry's friend is a detective, he accepted a commission to investigate a disappearance case, and ended up messing with a group of Japanese gangsters who just came to Los Angeles to develop.

His friend was detained.

Harry received the news and rushed over alone.

When I know.

He was nearly hacked to death by those son-of-a-bitch japanese.

I asked for backup, trying to bring back all the members of the Japanese Benz gang, but I received a call from old Hunter, I was suspended, and Harry was also prosecuted, saying that he illegally entered a private area and killed people with a gun. "

Speaking of the end.

In Lawrence's tone, there was irrepressible anger.

At the same time as so many police stations, he saw that group of criminals were going to hack Harry to death, but the result was like this, it was simply deceiving!
Japanese Benzene?
Gangster?

These two elements immediately reminded Dean of the unpleasant things that happened to him.

Made!

He hadn't freed up his hands to deal with those idiots, but in the end, these bastards bullied his little brother.

Are you really not afraid of death?

Dean's eyes flickered fiercely, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, and calmly said, "How is Harry doing now?"

"The injury is a bit serious, but it's not life-threatening. It's just that I'm worried about the revenge of those Japanese people, so I want to ask you if there is any way to transfer Harry out of Los Angeles."

"where are you!"

Lawrence finally said the name of a hospital.

hang up the phone.

Dean grew more and more annoyed.

He took out his mobile phone and called his cousin in New York.

Cousin Dick is now the patriarch of the Lucchese family in New York. Last time, Dean took him to have a blood test. He saw blood, and now he has done a good job, re-stabilizing the declining Lucchese family. down.

"Cousin."

"Dick, arrange for some unidentified gunmen to come to Los Angeles, I want to use them!"

In New York, Dick heard his cousin's cold tone, and couldn't help but think of the last time he brought people and shot those cultists.

His heart skipped a beat.

This is who messed with his murderous cousin again.

Now that the stability of the Lucchese family depends entirely on Dean's connections, Dick will naturally not disappoint Dean, and immediately promises to arrange this matter himself.

Every year, many illegal Italian workers smuggle to the United States. Most of them will come to the metropolis of New York and choose to integrate into the life of those Italian communities.

It is not difficult to find some unidentified gunmen.

Dean put away his phone, went back to his room, and apologized to Nell, "Honey, I'm going out for a while."

Neil stepped forward, straightened Dean's collar, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said softly, "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back."

"It may be later, you go to bed early!"

Kiss Nell goodbye.

Dean drove to the hospital where Harry was.

Under the enthusiastic guidance of the nurse on duty at the front desk, he came to the ward where Harry was.

In the ward, Lawrence, Phoebe, Robert and others were all armed and guarded. There was also a black woman holding a one-year-old baby girl and coaxing her in a low voice.

When Dean pushed open the door and went in.

Everyone looked vigilantly at once, and when they saw who was coming, they couldn't help but exclaimed at the same time: "Dean!"

None of them knew that Dean had returned to Los Angeles, so they were very surprised by his arrival.

Meet Dean.

The worry on everyone's faces disappeared immediately.

Without him.

Dean had surprised them too much before.

His arrival is equivalent to allowing this loose team to find a backbone.

Some greetings.

Dean signaled everyone to go out, leaving only Lawrence in the room.

He checked Harry's condition first, and found that although his eyes were closed tightly and the trauma looked serious, he was breathing evenly, so he was relieved.

"There was a lot of blood in his body. The doctor said that Harry needed at least one or two months of recuperation before he could be discharged from the hospital. In order to prevent him from being so painful that he couldn't sleep at night, the doctor gave him a sedative."

Lawrence briefly introduced Harry's situation.

Dean nodded: "Now tell me about your suspension, and the situation of the Japanese Benz gang."

Lawrence flicked two pieces of flesh on his face, angrily:

"Old Hunter said that that bastard Munn personally asked him to give the order. Old Hunter is about to retire. He didn't want to cause trouble, but he still revealed some information secretly.

The Japanese gang that Harry and the others offended was called the Yamaguchi-gumi. They were originally active in some coastal cities, but not long after you left, you came to Los Angeles, seized the territory of some small gangsters, opened some clubs and bars, and engaged in human trafficking. Business"

Meng En was their former captain, the Fourth Squadron, who was also pulled by the other party. After the collapse of the Carmen family, Meng En's backer rose, and he was transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs as the supervisor.

In this, Dean also has a lot of credit.

Originally, their relationship with each other was more or less in love.

As a result, Munn found fault first and suspended Dean from his job. Now he not only allowed those little Japanese to bully Harry, but also helped those people back up and put pressure on old Hunter to suspend Lawrence.

In the eyes of Lawrence and the police detectives of the Fourth Squadron, this is undoubtedly an act of betrayal!
This makes them even angrier!
After listening to Lawrence's description, Dean confirmed his previous guess.

This Yamaguchi-gumi should be called by those small Japanese families who hooked up with Mr. Shichang.

That's what it's like to do business in a foreign country.

Those wealthy Chinese businessmen who cooperated with Chief SHI before also had unclear relationships with some Chinese gangsters.

Target is determined.

Dean patted Lawrence on the shoulder: "Lawrence, help me investigate the information about the little gangsters that the Yamaguchi-gumi solved before. Be careful not to attract people's attention."

Although Lawrence is big and rough, but he can rely on his ability to become the inspector of the police department, so he is naturally not a fool.

His eyes widened, and he realized that his decisive brother had murderous intent.

Worry flashed in Lawrence's eyes: "I also want to avenge Harry, but those people are powerful and powerful. If they just use other people's skin to do it, the risk is too great, and it will be difficult to hide it from those who are interested."

"Lawrence!"

Dean stretched out his palm, pulled it into a fist, and said seriously: "No one can bully my brother, those people have to pay the price, it depends on whether you support me or not!"

Lawrence took a deep breath and said viciously, "Done!"

(End of this chapter)