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

Chapter 331 Acquaintance, Mouse
The phone was answered by a woman.

After hearing Dean's request, the woman asked him to wait at the gate, and someone would deliver the goods.

Dean was bored, so he found a corner and squatted, looking at the people who came in and out.

In the United States, the second-hand market is very popular, and there are many areas similar to this kind of big market. Some of them are run by famous local people, and some are maintained by some relatively powerful gangsters because of trading items. order.

This market is like this.

Dean also noticed that the people who maintain order in this market are actually some Asian faces. They are tall and burly, and their lower body is steady when walking, and their eyes are looking around. The fierce temperament of blood.

These guys have all practiced, and they are not the kind of martial arts that practice routines, and they have definitely seen blood!

This made Dean involuntarily interested in the gang behind the market.

His current learning ability is very abnormal, and his physical fitness is even more inhuman. If it is not troublesome, it would be good to learn more fighting methods that are different from muay thai.

time flies.

Suddenly, Dean narrowed his eyes slightly.

He saw an acquaintance walking out of the market.

The other party was a black-haired and brown-eyed Asian young man with a stern expression. He was tall and tall, with a sharp temperament on his body, which attracted attention. It was just that the other party was a little uncoordinated when walking, and he was actually a lame man.

The crippled youth seemed to be very familiar with those responsible for maintaining order in the market. They greeted each other warmly, and after a while, they walked into the parking lot with a large bag.

Looking at his back, Dean's memories couldn't help but go back to a few months ago.

At that time, he was going to the bar with Harry and the others, and happened to bump into a master who used the Mitsubishi army stab, and killed a small gang leader in front of many people.

The murderer was this lame young man (Chapter 234).

Dean stroked his chin.

If he remembered correctly, the reason this guy killed was for a prostitute.

Ha ha.

Maybe if I want to get some true inheritance of Huaguo martial arts, I can start from the other party.

Ever since he practiced ancient yoga before, his body changed from extreme rigidity to rigidity and softness. Dean realized that although the martial arts handed down from the past were no match for bullets, they still had their own shining points.

It would be even better if you can practice martial arts for health preservation.

Now he has no shortage of women, no shortage of money, and everything is on the right track. As long as there are no accidents, he can become the behind-the-scenes boss of a pharmaceutical group with full potential in at most two or three years.

It would be a pity not to live to be more than 100 years old and enjoy all the good things in the world!
Random thoughts.

Dean's phone rang.

The call was from a stranger.

"It is estimated that the person who delivered the mice has arrived."

Dean muttered and pressed the connect button.

A male voice with a strange accent came from the other end of the phone: "The goods you want have arrived, where is he?"

Japanese Benzene?
Hearing the accent, Dean immediately realized that the man on the other end of the phone was a Japanese.

Some of them, who came to the United States from the island country not long ago, will be quite strange when they speak some American vocabulary, which is probably similar to the kind that most foreigners speak Chinese with some strange accents.

Dean said his position.

In less than a minute, a pickup truck stopped in front of him.

The car door opened, and an elegant middle-aged man about 1.8 meters tall, very thin, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses stepped out.

The middle-aged man glanced at Dean, with a warm smile on his face: "Buyer?"

Dean nodded: "Where is the mouse I want?"

"In the car, the goods you ordered are very demanding. They are all specially bred varieties, and the output is very small. These little guys are so delicate."

talking room.

The man tore away the heavy cover canvas on the back of the pickup, revealing a large transparent glass box inside.

Inside the box, there are about ten small white mice, which are larger than the average mouse, and they are eating. There are also some boxes connected with unknown instruments at the lower end, which look a bit like simple constant temperature equipment.

"These are samples, all of which were secretly brought out from the laboratory, one for two hundred dollars, no bargaining..."

The middle-aged man introduced to Dean with a smile.

Dean was a little surprised when he heard this.

Holz, who was in the forensics department before, sometimes talked about these things.

The price of a specially bred high-quality experimental mouse is generally between eight and twenty dollars, depending on the channel, and this is a high-quality experimental mouse. If it is ordinary, the market price is only a few dollars.

As a result, the guy said it was two hundred dollars, even if it was a black product, it was a bit expensive.

Dean is rich, but he's not stupid.

Neil's acquisition of the pharmaceutical company is about to come to fruition. Although there is still a local tycoon, Ruos, providing funds, it is impossible for him to pay nothing.

Who knows how many little mice Little Mike will consume.

So, Dean started his first bargaining in two lifetimes: "If we want more quantity, can it be cheaper?"

Little Riben shook his head resolutely, and said in an affirmative tone: "The more you want, the more expensive the price will be, and we can only provide no more than a thousand experimental mice of this breed quality every month."

kindness?
It's not cheap for you to ride a horse, and the price has increased, right?

As soon as Dean opened his mouth, the middle-aged man realized that this guy was a layman, so he continued to explain: "Dude, you must know that what you want is a special contraband. The more we take out, the greater the risk." , so the price is so high.”

Hearing this, Dean died of the idea of ​​bargaining.

He put his hand into the backpack he carried as a model, took out two rolls of beautiful knives from the subspace, and handed them to the middle-aged man: "Both are worth twenty dollars, and each roll is worth a thousand dollars."

The middle-aged man took the money, threw it into his pocket without looking at it, and said enthusiastically, "Are you sending the money yourself, or should I send it now?"

Two thousand dollars, nothing.

What he values ​​is the follow-up and continuous income.

There are really not many buyers of this special experimental mouse, so if you encounter one now, you have to grab it firmly.

"Put it here, I will do it myself."

Dean realized that the follow-up investment in this was not low, and his mood was a little low.

He thought he had enough money before.

As a result, any research expenditure by Little Mike may cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars, and this may be some inconspicuous investment in the early stage.

Dean's scalp tingles when he thinks of the various expensive instruments that may not even be available for purchase.

It seems that when I go back, I have to rush Nier's wife's progress.

Behind the truck driven by the middle-aged man, there is a mechanical slide, and one person can easily and smoothly put the test rat box on the ground.

He took out a business card and handed it to Dean: "In the future, if you are sure to buy this kind of experimental mouse, just call this number directly. Your previous contact information is one-off. In addition, my name is Matsushita Taro, and I am looking forward to it. cooperation."

After speaking, Taro Matsushita nodded to Dean, got in the car and left.

Dean stood where he was, looking down at the business card in his hand.

The business card is very ordinary, and there is only a series of phone numbers on it.

But after receiving the business card, Dean's keen sense of smell smelled a very faint smell of disinfectant from above.

He suspected that the owner of this business card might be someone from a biological research institute.

Considering the special features and high prices of these experimental mice mentioned by Taro Matsushita just now, Dean tore up the business card in his hand, wondering: Little Mike’s equipment is poor, what do you want these high-end experimental mice for?
(End of this chapter)