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

Chapter 339 Taking Over the Case
"What's going on here?"

After old Hunter saw the scene in the room, his body shook a few times, and he almost fainted directly.

A bombing case has not been dealt with yet, and such a vicious mass murder case happened again in the jurisdiction. He wondered if he could not escape the fate of being blamed.

Thinking of the big guys coming outside the house now, old Hunter became ruthless, and regardless of the hard concrete floor under him, he took a second look and was about to take advantage of the situation and pretend to faint.

He swore that when he got to the hospital, he would forcefully apply for retirement on the grounds that he was out of health.

This captain, whoever wants to be the one who rides on the horse, go!
He doesn't serve anymore!

How could Dean allow this old man to run away.

Now that people from the FBI and the General Administration are here, once old Hunter faints, all the pressure will be on himself, the detective.

Don't let this old man get away!

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Dean quickly supported the old Hunter who was about to hit the ground, and while pinching the old Hunter's people, he said thoughtfully: "Captain Hunter, now you are the backbone of our fourth squadron, you can't There's something wrong with your body."

Nose tingling came!

Old Hunter let out a scream and jumped up from Dean's arms.

Facing the smiling gazes of Dean and Lawrence, he knew he couldn't make it through, so he could only curse inwardly, and said dejectedly:
"Now people from the General Administration and the FBI are discussing how to block the news.

The reporters and media attracted by the bombing did not leave.

In addition, this matter should be handed over to the FBI.

It's okay if the FBI can solve the case in time, and the pressure on our police department will not be too great.

If you can't solve the case
Guys, don't be so naive as to think that I, the captain of a squadron, can bear such a big burden. The best result is that our fourth squadron will pay for this big case together and calm the public anger. "

This Lao Deng is worthy of being an old fritters. With just a simple sentence from the Fourth Squadron, he pulled Dean and Lawrence into his car again.

What he meant was simple.

Either get out together, or get through this trouble together.

When Dean saw this, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

No way, old Hunter was about to retire, and the reason why he was still holding on was that he wanted to accumulate some network capital for his children, and by the way, get more retirement salary in the future.

It really annoyed old Hunter, and the person who pretended to be a grandson in the front is gone.

Dean's temper, compromise is okay, if he wants to pretend to be a grandson, he will definitely choose to flip the table directly, so he can only calm down: "Captain Hunter, in fact, this matter is a good thing for us."

"Good thing?"

Old Hunter pointed to the jigsaw puzzle of corpses above his head: "More than 20 young people died together in this weird way in our jurisdiction. Sorry, Dean, except for our names, we will stay in Los Angeles with this case. In the history of the police, I really can't think of anything good!"

"The bigger the case, the bigger our authority will be!"

Dean bewitched in a seductive tone:
"I already know the direction of the investigation of the case, but it's just that the fire was a little bit less before, and it's difficult to conduct a quick investigation as a police detective alone.

It's different now.

As long as the murderer can be quickly found, the entire Los Angeles, we say who to investigate, the higher authorities will only fully support us.

Once we can make results.

Then the whole of Los Angeles will know the prestige of the Fourth Squadron, and you, Captain Hunter, will also reap an unbelievable amount of political capital before retirement, change the track, and rejuvenate the second village of your life and career! "

What is Z governance capital?
Money, fame, and merit, three in one, is political capital.

Old Hunter was not as deep as Dean thought, but he was moved by what he said.

After all, the worst result is nothing more than retiring in embarrassment and becoming a laughing stock. Compared with the gains, losing face is nothing.

He took a deep breath and said seriously to Dean: "I can withstand the pressure from above, but cases of this scale will basically be handed over to the FBI. How can you snatch the case from them?"

Dean waved his hand, and said to himself: "I'll deal with these, no matter whether it succeeds or not, this is our only hope of turning around, otherwise once the FBI takes over, no matter whether they can solve the case or not, it will be very difficult for members of our Fourth Squadron Continuing to develop very well in the Detective Service."

This is of course not the real reason.

Dean's plan is to directly become a member of this country's capital through the pharmaceutical company. As for his status in the police department, he is not as important as before.

The reason why he encouraged Old Hunter to be tougher was mainly because he realized that the murderer this time was very sophisticated and ruthless, and had planned for a long time. Once the case was handed over to the FBI, the murderer might not be settled.

It's not that Dean looks down on the FBI.

In solving the case, he looked down on anyone but himself!
The murderer is his experience points for becoming stronger.

You can't run away!
Old Hunter was a little dizzy by Dean's words, and always felt that the causal relationship between them was a little messy, but when he tried to clear his mind, there were a lot of footsteps outside the door, so he had to speak quickly: "Dean, what do you need from me?"

"Just nod when you are scolded, but as long as someone from the FBI dares to take over the case, you can go up and call him big mouth, and leave the rest to me."

"what?"

Old Hunter was stupid.

This horse riding is your plan?
thump~
The door was pushed open.

A sullen-faced middle-aged man in an exquisite close-fitting suit, leading a young brown-haired apple-faced girl, pushed the door in from the outside.

The middle-aged man with a gloomy face ignored everyone in the room, looked up at the human body puzzle scene above his head, and then looked at Dean and the others with the same expression, and said in a flat tone: "I am the FBI agent Kamasi. Who found it here?"

Dean took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "I am Dean, the inspector of the Fourth Squadron. I was dealing with a bombing case in the community before. When I was about to leave home to investigate, the police center received a report that the owner of the house was gathering a crowd. Taking drugs, the nearby patrol police were notified, came to check the situation, and finally found the murder scene."

"Bombings?"

Dean nodded, briefly talked about the previous case, and mentioned their previous discovery by the way:

"When my partner and I went to the scene of the bombing, we saw these dead people having a party, and about two hours later, they became what they are now.

Before you come, I briefly checked the structure of the lower house beams.

A long time ago, this place underwent a special transformation, so the murderer was able to hang up a group of young people who were not light in stature in a short period of time, and even had the leisure to piece together the current JB graphics. "

Agent Kamez is a smart guy.

After listening to Dean's words, he thought for a while and understood Dean's meaning: "Do you suspect that the murderer who made this body jigsaw puzzle is related to the murderer who bombed earlier, and they were all premeditated massacres?"

"Correct!"

Dean didn't mind disclosing this information to the detective in front of him: "First, the landlady died, then the old lady's lawyer died tragically, and now this group of young people who held parties died unexpectedly, and in the latter two cases, both The traces of the obvious layout, I think there must be some kind of connection between the three, and the murderer followed these connections to carry out killing and revenge."

Detective Kamasi nodded thoughtfully, and then extended his hand to Dean: "You are excellent. I am temporarily acting as the director of the FBI's Los Angeles branch. Are you interested in changing jobs?"

Hearing this, Dean raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems that this guy named Kamasi didn't pay attention to himself when he came here not long ago, otherwise he would definitely know that he is a special employee of the FBI.

The old Hunter on the side looked dumbfounded.

The script and Dean are not right.

Shouldn't it be someone from the FBI who made a high-profile announcement to take over the case, then rushed forward to slap this guy, and then just watched Dean's performance?
Why is the script turning enemies into friends now?
what about me?
I haven't gotten in the car yet!

Lawrence was no stranger to it.

He watched Dean become more and more abnormal step by step with his own eyes, and knew that no matter what the environment, this guy would inadvertently show his own brilliance and attract attention and attention as long as he made a move.

Facing the overtures of Agent Kamez.

Dean was about to say something, so he was perfunctory for a while.

at this time.

A few people with ugly looks came in from the outside.

Among them was Deputy Henk of the Detective Department whom Dean had only seen a few hours earlier.

Henk is the leader.

He glanced at the scene, paused for a while on Dean, and looked at Detective Kamasi, "Agent Kamasi, the situation is a bit troublesome now. The parents of these deceased have received the news for some reason and are going to the community. Hurry up, there are still many reporters and media attracted by the bombing, once the situation here is leaked, we will all face enormous pressure!"

Agent Kamez nodded.

The reason why the FBI has set up branch offices in all states is to handle various difficult cases across the United States and maintain the authority of federal laws.

It's also the cornerstone of the FBI's power.

I just transferred here, and I encountered such a difficult case, and I didn't handle it well. I'm afraid I have to pack up and go home to fish before my butt is hot.

thought here.

Detective Kamasi looked at Deputy Director Henk, who was also airborne in front of him, leaned over, and said in a low voice: "This case must not become a big one. We must catch the murderer before public opinion arises!"

Henk nodded noncommittally: "There is no way to cover up the blockade now, how to control public opinion?"

"Look for the media that has a good relationship with the police, ask them to find a few temporary workers to come forward, and first characterize this incident as a group of young people gathering too much drugs, or a natural gas leak, leading to group poisoning.

No matter what it is, divert the outside attention first!

As for the families of the deceased, I will ask someone to come forward and tell them to shut up temporarily! "

Speaking of it.

Agent Kamasi's gloomy face became even gloomy.

There was a ruthless look in his eyes, and he continued:

"Three days!
We are limited to three days.

If after three days, the murderer has not been caught, then we will find a murderer who is responsible for this incident, and at the same time our people will release some bad news about celebrities to divert the public's attention! "

This set of procedures, Kamasi said that he is familiar with the road, obviously he has done a lot.

Deputy Director Henk pondered for a moment, then nodded: "It's a good plan, but there are two more points. One is the family members of these deceased. They have identities in various walks of life. So many people are involved, so I don't give an explanation. It is difficult for us to press and silence at the same time. In addition, if the murderer continues to commit crimes, how can we explain it?"

Detective Kamez smiled disdainfully: "These two points are easy to deal with, don't act stupid, Deputy Chief Henk, I'm not an idiot in Los Angeles, I know your reputation before you parachuted to the LAPD, if you don't want us two Get out if you don't even sit on your butt, just do your job!"

A look of surprise flashed in Henk's eyes.

There are not many people who can know what happened to him before.

Whose is this Cames?

Hiding this question in his heart for the time being, Vice Director Henk nodded: "Understood, if the real murderer is not caught in three days, I will take action to solve the next two hidden dangers."

The solution is indeed simple.

If you can't solve the problem, you can solve the people who can't solve the problem.

Do the family members of the deceased want to confess?
Then we will directly throw out all the squadrons to scold you, and deal with the fourth squadron after the scolding is cool, and the leadership will come out and bow, express your attitude, you can calm down, right?
As for the fact that if the FBI closes the case, there will be more homicides later, that would be a better explanation.

The previous case was closed.

This is a new murder case!
As long as all the cases are not linked together, the frequency of homicide cases is also in line with the strong national conditions of the United States.

The public is dissatisfied?
Then continue to throw out the fourth squadron, and do it again according to the above process.

Sacrificing a fourth squadron that has only been established for more than a year will solve two problems.

it's a bargain.

It's a pity that Dean is currently the inspector.

The deputy director of Henk's gaze swept across the side of Dean in front of him without any trace, thinking about how to keep Dean, the "insider" of Guoan, in case the Fourth Squadron disappeared.

Kamasi and Henk are both wily and scheming people. Before they win, they say they are defeated. After discussing how to clean up and reduce the impact on themselves, they returned to Dean and the others.

Henk's eyes were majestic: "Captain Hunter, this case is too big for you to handle. Next, the case will be handed over to Detective Kamasi, and you must fully obey the instructions of Agent Kamasi and his partner." .”

Old Hunter was about to reply, but he caught a glimpse of Dean, who had not moved, and winked at himself.

He gritted his teeth, and under the circumstances that everyone couldn't catch him, he raised his old fist and punched Agent Kamasi, who was thinking about something with his head down: "FK, you bastard, do you want us to take the blame!"

"what are you doing?"

Deputy Director Henk was furious.

Cames looked up blankly.

Seeing that Old Hunter was about to punch Agent Kamasi in the face, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Dean stopped the old Hunter who was violently beating: "Captain, calm down!"

talking room.

He dragged Old Hunter's body, and took the opportunity to hit Agent Kamasi's abdomen hard with his elbow.

Kamasi screamed, clutched his stomach and backed away repeatedly, fell to the ground, pointed at Dean and old Hunter and wanted to say something, but because of the severe pain in his abdomen, he rolled his eyes and fainted past.

In the eyes of everyone, it was the old Hunter who suddenly went crazy and wanted to hit Kamasi, but Dean stepped forward to stop him, and the two accidentally bumped into Kamasi while pushing.

"Agent Cames!"

The apple-faced partner who had followed Kamasi in without speaking before rushed to Kamasi with a dazed expression and checked Kamasi's situation.

This.
Looking at the scene that seemed to be a farce, Deputy Director Henk pursed his lips, the anger in his eyes dissipated, and he looked suspiciously at Dean and old Hunter who were still pushing.

Old Hunter, an old fritter with a low brow and pleasing eyes, suddenly became violent, and he could understand.

After all, Old Hunter has been in the workplace for so many years, and he can probably guess some of the filth in it. In addition, he is approaching retirement, so he became bolder and took the opportunity to vent his anger. Logically speaking, it passed.

The problem is that Kamez is, after all, a senior FBI agent.

If he passed out from the pain after being hit by someone, Kamasi would have died in mission after mission, and it would be impossible for him to be promoted step by step to the current director of the Los Angeles branch.

Henk wondered if Dean had done the trick.

According to the information he got, Dean Lee was not only outstanding in ability, but also ruthless. He also had several layers of identities in special departments, and he would not be afraid of the FBI's brand at all.

The problem is that Henk can't figure out the meaning of Dean's black hands.

This case is very difficult at first glance, and it can easily affect the future.

Dean was just a squadron inspector.

He was blocked by the FBI in front of him, and the fourth squadron as a whole and the captain of the old Hunter came out to take the blame behind him.

Even if the Fourth Squadron is disbanded, there is himself, the deputy director of the police detective bureau, who will help him back up and get back up soon.

It is in the best interests of Dean to do nothing and watch the excitement.

Henk didn't know that there would be such an unreasonable thing as a panel in the world, so after thinking about it, he couldn't think of the meaning of Dean's black hands. In the end, he could only attribute all this to Kamasi's bad luck, who happened to be hit To the point where the belly is weak.

With a sigh in his heart, he yelled at everyone, "Quiet!"

Dean then let go of old Hunter and stood aside.

Old Hunter glanced at the unconscious Kamasi on the ground, secretly gave Dean a thumbs up, but pretended to realize that he had caused trouble, lowered his head, and put on a picture of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. Posture, playing a rogue.

"Humph!"

Henk glared at Old Hunter viciously, strode up to Kamasi who was unconscious, checked, and said to Kamasi's apple-faced female partner: "Agent Kamasi is in pain and shock, and he can't do it himself for the time being." Time is urgent to deal with this case, before Detective Kamasi wakes up, you and Detective Dean of the Fourth Squadron will be responsible for the investigation of this case together."

The female partner glanced at Kamasi on the ground, then at the silent, handsome and tall Dean, and nodded: "Okay, Director Henk."

Looking at the back of deputy director Henk who left with the stretcher, Dean smiled in his eyes.

He could have heard the low-pitched conversation between Henke and Kamasi just now.

unfortunately.

He Dean is also a fellow.

If you can't solve the problem, directly solve the person in charge of the problem.

Want to blame him?

next life!

Dean took a deep breath, ignored the apple-faced female detective, and started calling the shots!

(End of this chapter)