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MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 211 Kill the door
Chapter 211 Destruction
Seeing the small fountain, Sinclair was stunned for a moment, and his little face turned red: "The ferrule! This is the place for the ferrule. There is absolutely no mistake. My companion also threw that kind of plastic ring into this place. fountain!"
Hear her words.
In Dean's mind, mother Sheila, after receiving the bag Sinclair brought back, her hands covered in dust!
Fuck!
understood!
Someone incorporated the drug into a plaster-like material for transportation.
But this is too outrageous!
Who has ever seen someone turn a drug into a low-quality counterfeit product, give people ten chances for a dollar, and play with a trap?
Unless the stall owner doesn't know the real situation of those plaster works!
were stunned together.
And the person in charge of the amusement park.
He heard Sinclair say that the place where the drug-sniffing dogs wandered was actually the territory of trappers, and the expression on his face changed slightly in the night.
It didn't escape Lawrence who was always by his side.
Lawrence grabbed his shoulders and said with a smile, "Man, who is that vendor?"
"I, I don't know." The person in charge was hugged tightly by the big guy, and squeezed out a reluctant smile: "This is the back door. In order to make tourists feel entertained, we let those vendors set up their stalls freely. I can't Get to know everyone."
"Are you sure you want to lie in front of so many old detectives?"
Lawrence used force in his hands, and almost picked up the opponent in the air. Amid the pained expression of the opponent, he threatened in a low voice:
"Dude, I have to remind you that standing in front of you is the Headshot Inspector of our Fourth Squadron.
The victim he was holding was his own sister.
No one can hurt the family members of a police officer and get away with it!
We can still find that person without going through 伱, but at most it would be a waste of time.
But if it makes the other party run away.
Hehe, you'd better think carefully before speaking! "
Heard the police detective who looked like a butcher in front of him, making an undisguised threat.
The middle-aged person in charge looked at the other police officers helplessly.
This big butcher, with a big meat, seems to be holding his throat, but like a big man embroidering, his voice is not quiet at all in the night.
But let the person in charge despair.
The policemen could hear clearly, but at this moment they led the dog to look around, as if there were some flowers hidden in the empty area, but they just didn't look here.
FK, a group of hooligans!
He cursed inwardly and wanted to struggle.
next moment.
An indifferent look projected from him.
I saw the young detective holding the girl in his arms, and he had already set his eyes on him, with undisguised impatience on his face.
What kind of look is that!
The middle-aged person in charge swears that even the hog-killer manipulator he knows who has worked numbly in the slaughterhouse for ten years, can't hide this disregard for life and indifference in his eyes.
Compared to the verbal threats from the big guy next to him.
The eyes of the other party are undoubtedly more oppressive and convincing.
The middle-aged person in charge choked up a mouthful of saliva, and stammered: "Sorry, because I was shocked, I remembered something wrong just now. This place seems to be my nephew's territory. He is a bit of a jerk, but he probably doesn't sell drugs."
"call him!"
After Dean finished speaking, he held Sinclair, who was a little tired, and sat on the round platform of the fountain, waiting for the culprit to surrender himself.
beep beep~
The middle-aged person in charge called his brother-in-law over and over again.
No one heard!
Still no answer!
Facing the close defense of Lawrence, a big, flesh-faced guy.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and called his nephew, niece and daughter-in-law, and their landlines at home
No one got through.
Watched him perform for several minutes, but there was no result.
Dean carefully glanced at Sinclair, who was already asleep in his arms, and waved to Carlo and Harry, who were bored and smoking: "Guys, that guy's nephew must have been silenced, please send me away." Sister, go home, Lawrence and I will deal with this matter tonight."
"No problem." Harry opened his hands, wanting to take the little girl from Dean's hands.
As a result, Dean avoided him in disgust, and handed Sinclair to Carlo, who couldn't help grinning silently.
Harry showed grievance: "Dean, do you dislike me?"
"I just don't want my sister to come into contact with scumbags!" Dean stared, "Or do you want to know how I will deal with scumbags who approach my sister?"
Harry raised his hands in surrender: "Don't do this, I'm just a philanthropist, not a pervert, you make me sad like this!"
"Get out!"
Looking at Harry and Carlo, they took their sister Sinclair and left first.
Dean walked up to Lawrence and the person in charge.
The middle-aged person in charge took a step back subconsciously, and timidly said: "Mr. Inspector, I swear, I don't know what's going on, but I really can't contact their family!"
Lawrence has rich experience and came up with the same guess as Dean: "I looked, this guy really didn't play tricks, I doubt his nephew, the situation will not be very good now!"
It’s almost ten o’clock in the evening. It’s not so early to sleep at home, and it’s just the beginning of going out to have fun.
Under normal circumstances.
Whether it is a landline at home or a private phone, no one should answer it for a long time.
Dean nodded and looked at the middle-aged person in charge who already felt something was wrong: "Dude, the situation of your nephew's family is probably not good right now. If you don't want them to have an accident, take us to his house right now."
"His house is nearby!"
The middle-aged person in charge wiped off his sweat, led Dean and a group of people, as well as a few active Labrador drug detection dogs, out of the back door of the playground, and ran to the nearest community.
Places like amusement parks are often located in places with cheap land but relatively well-developed transportation for cost considerations.
Although this is a community in Los Angeles.
But the surrounding communities, the environment is not very good.
The swindler, the nephew of the middle-aged person in charge, and his family rented a small house in a nearby community for the convenience of business.
The house is located on the first floor apartment on the outskirts of the community.
The environment here is old, under the dim light, there are rats running away in a hurry when they hear movement, and there are squeaking sounds echoing in the corridor in the dark, with a bit of a gloomy atmosphere.
The middle-aged person in charge pointed to the iron door of the corridor, which should be the door of the basement: "This is where my nephew's family rents. They usually also work part-time as the property and gatekeeper of this rental apartment, and usually help collect rent."
One approach.
Dean and everyone have not had time to knock on the door.
Several anti-drug dogs have already bent their bodies and grinned at the wooden door of the basement, as if they smelled a dangerous atmosphere.
These drug detection dogs have received professional training.
This shows that the situation in the room seems to be a little bad.
Dean's nose twitched slightly, his brows frowned, and without hesitation, he shook his right hand, and a cold pistol appeared in his hand. At the same time, he rushed forward and kicked open the wooden door.
There was a muffled sound.
The wooden door, which was originally concealed, opened in response.
A strong smell of blood, concealed by the wooden door, immediately poured into everyone's nostrils.
Dean's gaze was like a falcon, and with the weak light, he scanned the room, and after making sure that no one was hiding, he turned on the lights in the room.
next moment.
Under the light, the miserable scene of a family of three was reflected in the eyes of everyone who rushed up.
I saw it in a small room.
A man and a woman, two adults, with their hands tied behind their backs, knelt on the ground with their heads lowered, facing the direction of the gate. The clothes on their chests were already stained with bright red blood.
And in front of them.
The corpse of a five or six-year-old child was strangled around the neck with a dog leash, and hung on the electric fan at the top of the living room. As the door opened, the cold air flowing in was slightly rippling, like a clear sky doll hanging on the window.
"FK!"
The person in charge of the amusement park who finally walked into the house stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
Watch his reaction.
Dean OK.
This family of three is the family of the other party's nephew.
Lawrence stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Dean, tied his hands behind his back and knelt down to execute him. This is a typical gangster execution. This guy must have offended the gangsters."
"It should be related to drugs!"
Dean walked up to two large ones, one small, and three corpses, and simply checked:
"The child should have died first, and he was hanged in front of his parents.
The main purpose of this kind of behavior is generally to deter and threaten.
But the person who started it ignored the fragile neck of the child, so he overplayed it.
The female deceased had scars on her cheeks, was slapped, showed signs of resistance, and her lower body clothes were torn. It was suspected that she had been humiliated before her death.
The male deceased, except for the cut mark on the throat, no obvious trauma was found.
I guess he confessed very thoroughly.
This is an old fritter who knows how to compromise, but he underestimated the viciousness of offending the gang.
In addition, the knotting technique used to hang the boy and bind the young couple is a typical "scissorhands", which is a common binding technique used by some special forces in the United States. "
Lawrence looked at the classic "scissorhands" binding technique that bound the three people's feet, then connected the three people's back hands, and nodded: "This may be a smoke bomb, or it may be that the murderer doesn't care about revealing his identity."
"The traces on the scene are clean and neat. The people who did it are very professional. They won't leave such obvious traces. There is a high probability that they are smoke bombs. After all, retired special members who later joined gangs are easy to check."
said.
Dean walked up to the person in charge who was still in a dazed state: "Dude, if you want to avenge your nephew's family, answer our questions honestly."
The person in charge of the playground still stared blankly at the tragedy in front of him, dumbfounded.
Dean is also welcome.
He raised his palm.
There was a crisp sound.
Outside the corridor, the orange lights that had been extinguished suddenly turned on again.
Under the sting.
The middle-aged person in charge finally came back to his senses.
Anger appeared in his eyes, and he grabbed Dean's coat emotionally: "Mr. Detective, my nephew's family is so pitiful, you must catch the murderer and help them avenge!"
"This is our duty, but we must first know who your nephew and the others have offended!"
Dean has been observing the micro-expression reaction of the middle-aged man's face from the corner of his eye. After confirming that there is no problem, he took him directly outside the house for questioning.
I can tell.
The other party has a good relationship with his nephew's family, and he understands their situation very well. He also cooperated very well with Dean's inquiry and did not hide anything.
After understanding.
The nephew of the person in charge dropped out of school early and wandered around on the streets. He belongs to the kind of low-level **** who is not a member of a gang, but sneaks around and occasionally robs passers-by.
When I was alone before.
The other party lives fairly comfortably.
Until the other party meets his true love and has the crystallization of love.
The other party thinks that going on like this is not an option.
So I changed my mind and started to be a new person.
Through the help of my uncle, the middle-aged man in front of me.
The other party found a job as an administrator in this apartment, and occasionally accumulated a batch of second-hand items left behind by tenants, or "get" outside, and would set up a ring stall to make money when the amusement park was crowded. extra money.
"Mr. Inspector, my nephew, soon his wife and children, I swear, because of family reasons, he hates those parents who make their children lack companionship, so he will never do something illegal now, let alone Go take the initiative to offend those brutal criminals!"
The middle-aged person in charge spoke with affirmative tone.
He was right.
The **** who have been in the lower ranks are more aware of the cruelty of drug traffickers.
No one would risk their own life for a dollar and ten ferrules.
But
What if the other party does not know beforehand?
Dean asked the middle-aged person in charge to leave his contact information and leave first.
Wait before the forensics department arrives.
He called Lawrence aside alone.
"Lawrence, the situation is very clear now. The male owner of this family has dirty hands and feet. He probably got some plaster products mixed with drugs from somewhere. They took them to the playground to make a profit, but they were caught by the other party for the first time. It was discovered in a short time, and it was silenced."
Lawrence leaned on the mottled wall of the corridor, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and nodded:
"According to my experience, if those drug dealers are disguised with plaster products, they will not make the kind of inferior products that people can be recruited when they come into contact with them.
It is very likely that it is just a trial product of the other party.
Considering the scope of the victim's activities, we focus on and investigate the direction, which can be placed in factories that may exist around, or remote residences with independent courtyards and fences! "
Dean nodded: "I think small factories and workshops are more likely to facilitate sewage discharge. Another important point is that the other party's action speed is too fast, which shows that the other party is very experienced and around the residence. With strict monitoring, this kind of place should not be difficult to investigate!"
Two people, with a few words, basically locked the direction of the investigation.
Around midnight.
Harry and Carlo, after seeing off Dean's sister, returned to the crowd.
People from the forensics department have already taken away all the victims' bodies.
And Harry, with the help of his friends, also managed to obtain information about some gray areas around him.
soon.
Everyone locked their eyes on an underground black workshop called 'Vienna'!
Thank you for the reward, I will post it tomorrow.
Good night.
By the way, I was discharged from the hospital today
I don’t dare to stay up late, I will correct the recent typos tomorrow.
(end of this chapter)