Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 43.
Sunny morning.

Dean in a black suit drove an SUV to the Las Vegas Central Police Station.

This is a modern building accommodating hundreds of people. It is luxurious and imposing. There are police SUVs and patrol motorcycles parked under the canopies on the left and right sides.

The good law and order in Las Vegas is maintained by this large number of police forces.

"Hey Dean, I know you, hero of one minute or coward for life?"

The middle-aged fat police officer leaning against the pillar of the parking lot wiped the cream on his hands, walked over and shook hands with Dean warmly and forcefully, the lvpd police badge on his chest was shining brightly in the sun.

"I'm Thomas Allen. Welcome to the Vegas Police Department." The man asked with concern, "Isn't it time for you to take summer vacation and not go on a trip?"

"Holden Ford sent me to collect the pistol that was lost at Lake Mead last time."

"Oh..." The man straightened his face, showing a trace of respect in his expression, then his eyes lit up, he passed Dean, approached the domineering SUV behind him, and touched the left door emotionally, as if he was not touching a cold metal body, but He is lovingly caring for his wife.

Dean felt his scalp go numb.

Isn't it just a big white iron shell and a means of transportation, so it is necessary to be so obsessed with it?
"If I remember correctly, this baby is a new model just released this year, the third-generation Ford Bronco, a high-end leisure SUV."

"Good eyesight."

"With the liberty to ask, how much did it cost?"

"It cost 1 dollars to package up," Dean said casually.

Used cars or other models are much cheaper, you can get it for two or three thousand dollars, and you can buy a brand new car for eight thousand dollars.

But he prefers the versatile new car.The advantages of this car are obvious. First, it has a large space and there are enough places to hide weapons.

The second is that it has enough horsepower and is strong enough to face all kinds of bad road conditions, and there is no pressure on long journeys.

He didn't hesitate to spend 5000 dollars in savings for this, and advanced the band's [-] dollars in advance for this year's share.

Now he only has more than 1000 knives left.

"so cheap?"

"I have acquaintances, so I gave some discounts."

"I see. You have to be careful. Gas prices have soared these years. This gold-eating monster is not easy to keep. It is far less economical than Japanese cars." The man hooked his hands, "Let's go, I'll take you to find Holden."

……

Inside the police station.

Dean, carrying a briefcase, followed Thomas along the corridor, looking around curiously. Compared with ordinary office buildings, the structure of the police station is more intricate, and each floor is divided into countless areas.

Spacious public office areas, interrogation rooms, independent offices, and even holding rooms for temporary placement of prisoners...

In the most central public office area, a group of police officers are making phone calls and taking notes, and several skinny prisoners with tattoos or dressed like homeless men are handcuffed to the table.

Not all of the officers wore serious, drab khaki uniforms, and quite a few wore suits of various colors with shoulder pads, or took off their jackets to reveal ties and shirts.

White people are the most, followed by black people, and there are also sporadic Asian faces.

Among them, about a small half of the police officers are potbellied, bloated and out of shape due to frequent consumption of high-calorie foods and irregular work and rest.

But there are more young cops in particular. They are strong and lean, with bulging muscles under their sleeves. They obviously maintain the habit of exercising, and they have sharp eyes. They are not easy to mess with.

"Thomas, don't you only have one daughter, Gretchen? When did you have a son?"

A brown-skinned policeman approached,
"Didn't sleep well last night, did your brain cramp?" Thomas blamed, "You don't even know the hero who saved our LVPD?"

"Oh, I remembered, you're that Asian kung fu kid in the news, right?"

Dean's face darkened.

"Finally got a chance to meet you in person, I'm Carol Krause, I'm curious, what fighting technique did you use to defeat the shooter at Lake Mead, BJJ, boxing, or Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do ?”

"Actually, I use the Fist of God (luck)."

Dean answered seriously with a straight face.

When the brown-skinned man made a fuss, another heroic Hispanic female policewoman surrounded her, warmly gave Dean a hug, and treated him to a delicious Mexican taco.

"Little brother, thanks to you who came forward at that time, otherwise the director would have blown the brains of us poor worms."

Walking from the first floor to the second floor, Dean couldn't remember how many police officers stopped him to greet him: Pats on the shoulders, thanks, encouragement, and some even left him a phone number for him to contact when he needed help.

His heroic act has already won the welcome of COPs.But the enthusiasm really flattered Dean.

"Sorry, little brother, these guys are not malicious."

"I see."

"It's here, Holden is inside, I'll get to work first."

"Bye!"

Corner of the second floor.

Dean knocked on the office door.

crunch--

The door opens.

The black-haired man poked his head out, with a warm smile on his lips, and reached out to shake Dean's hand.

"Come in and sit down. You came a few days later than I expected. We have to hurry up."

"You are not surprised at all, you think I will come?"

Dean sat on the chair opposite the desk and looked around. The room was shabby, with white walls on all sides, and it was bigger than an ordinary bathroom, except for a cabinet for files, a desk, two chairs, and even a water dispenser. nothing.

"As I said, we both have the same characteristics, so we will naturally recognize each other, and I have already regarded you as my own." Holden took out the Colt M1911A1 from the drawer, "Put things away, this time don't Lost it again."

Dean took the gun and held it with both hands, a familiar sense of security welled up in his heart.

He tensed his arms suddenly and aimed his gun at Holden Ford who was across the table.

click.

close insurance,

Pull the sleeve to depress the hammer,

The expression is indifferent and the eyes are sharp.

"Now, Holden, are you still so confident?"

"Stop playing, there is no bullet in the gun."

Dean shrugged when he heard this, and let go of his hand, with the pistol hanging on his index finger.

"Do you have a holster, give me one."

"Give."

Holden showed Dean how to holster the gun properly.

Then put your elbows on the desk, put your palms together to support your chin,
"Back to the point, congratulations, you have made a wise decision and chosen a legal and compliant path for you to come to me."

"With me, the mistakes you made in the past will be written off and you will start over."

"The death of Bob and his son has nothing to do with me. I didn't come here to give in to you and admit my mistakes. I just want to find an opportunity to hone myself." Dean put Colt into his briefcase and emphasized,
"Well, since you're here, the result doesn't matter." Holden nodded,

Dean then said,

"After the Lake Mead incident, I deeply realized that the United States is too chaotic, and it is necessary to master some self-defense knowledge and skills, and you mentioned the LVPD volunteers last time."

"I checked and found that this part-time employee has free time to work. I can definitely apply for assistance tasks when I have time. Moreover, I can exercise my skills and shooting skills, and there are some meager subsidies."

"The most important thing is that it is easy to get a job. With my clean family background and the medal of courage I received not long ago, I only need to file a case at the police station to get this job!"

Holden shook his head and smiled,
"Volunteers are not as interesting and exciting as you think. Most of the time, they drive around Las Vegas and patrol in circles, killing time boringly. So I have some extra arrangements for you."

"Extra arrangements?"

Dean wondered,
"Holden, isn't your FBI busy with business and needs to travel all over the country to handle cases? But as far as I know, you have been in LVPD for more than a month, and you will continue to stay. Do you have time to arrange to guide me?"

Dean couldn't figure out what the status of this FBI was in the Las Vegas Police Department.
"Exuberant curiosity is the ladder of progress, I will satisfy you."

Holden smiled and leaned back in the seat.

"I'm from the Behavioral Science Department in Quantico, Virginia, and my previous job was interviewing notorious murderers in various prisons, like Son of Sam."

"I communicated with these felons, recorded their homicide experience, and summed up a set of methods that can be used to solve the case, and then took these method theories to the police stations across the country to preach, and occasionally assisted the local police stations to solve murder cases. "

Holden paused, and said frankly,
"But like you, I don't like to follow the rules. I like to use risky methods outside the rules, and I don't want to get involved in disgusting politics. Therefore, I offended the two bosses of the Behavioral Science Department and was 'exiled' to Las Vegas." Vacation'."

"At least a year."

Dean suddenly realized.

Talk to the murderer.

So this guy was bewildered by too much communication with the murderer, so he acted like a psycho?

Dean glanced at the crude environment around him,

"LVPD doesn't value you much?"

"Don't get me wrong, the director thinks highly of me and gave me a lot of freedom. I also asked for this room on my own initiative. The simple environment can sharpen the mind and keep people focused. At the beginning, when our Department of Behavioral Science was founded, there was no room at all. I stayed in the ventilated basement for several years." Holden said nostalgicly,
"Well, Mr. Hard and Simple, what special arrangements do you have for me?"

Holden smiled, his eyes were so hot that Dean felt uncomfortable.

"You are the biggest surprise of my trip to Las Vegas, a horse with great potential, your peers are still thinking about how to sleep more beautiful girls, and you are already thinking about how to kill secretly More criminals, and an amazing record."

Dean's eyelids twitched,
"It's not funny at all."

Holden continued,
"If you're joking, then make a joke. In order to prevent you from going astray, I will personally take you to investigate the case for some time in the future, so that you can understand the rules and methods."

"In addition, for the sake of your mental health, I will also give you psychological counseling after encountering some special cases. I hope you can answer questions honestly and frankly, and don't be so defensive against me."

He looked up with sincere eyes,

"Dean, would you like to complete this great cause with me?"

"Is this job still volunteering in nature?" Dean asked.

"Well, it's not an official cop. The time is very free, and there are no other restrictions except to abide by the basic rules and regulations. I have also told the director that you will not have to patrol in the future, but I will allocate it. Don't worry, I will Fully consider your academic pressure, if you don't want to stay, you can leave at any time."

After thinking about it for half a minute, Dean hesitated,

"Sounds good, but want to be your test subject and expose your privacy?"

"What do you want?"

Dean's eyes shrank into a slit, and a golden light flashed faintly,

"Such a difficult job is not voluntary labor, how much is the salary?"

"Forehead…"

The confident smile on Holden's handsome face froze for a moment, and he quickly wiped a drop of cold sweat from his forehead,
"Young people shouldn't care too much about how much money they can earn. That's too snobbish and will seriously hinder your future development and prospects. You should focus on what kind of exercise you can get from a career."

"Are you serious? I'm not interested in doing free labor."

Dean sighed, turned and left without hesitation.

"I'll help you apply for a subsidy! Volunteers have a meager subsidy."

Holden's eyelids twitched, he stood up abruptly and pressed the table to hold him back loudly,

"If you can't apply, I will subsidize you in private, 300 dollars a month."

"Isn't it enough to say that earlier?" Dean sat down again and crossed his legs.

He still has more than 1000 knives, which is enough for the time being, but he just wants to deflate this guy who likes to pretend.

"What do you say now?"

"Do a volunteer registration first." Holden took out a briefcase from under the table and put it under his arm. "Then, I have a case on hand that has just begun to emerge, so let's go and have a look."

(End of this chapter)