North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

"She fell asleep."

On the large balcony of the hotel, Ruos sat down with a relaxed face.

The rescue of his fiancée made him breathe a sigh of relief.

But the sequelae of anesthesia, being frightened, and other factors combined made Gaia's state not very good.

The doctor's suggestion is to retreat.

So for the next period of time, Ruos plans to temporarily settle in Las Vegas with his fiancée.

Dean pushed the wine glass on the table over: "You have been tense these days, do you want me to take you to relax?"

Speaking up.

Neil's mother gave herself a business card to relax, but she never used it once, which is a pity.

"Relax?"

Ruos took a sip of his drink, smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, I prefer the fusion of soul and body, rather than pure piling. This will make me feel that love is blasphemed."

Dean curled his lips, took out the business card that Neil's mother gave him from his arms, and threw it over: "Then call me a few, in your name!"

Ross picked up the business card suspiciously.

This is a very simple business card, with only a name and a string of phone numbers on it.

"Paradise Island?"

Ruos knocked on the table, and said with some uncertainty: "I seem to have heard this name before, let me think about it."

snap~

Sudden.

He shook his hand holding the business card, and looked at Dean in surprise: "I remembered, this is a hidden industry of my family, Dean, how come you have the business card of Paradise Island?"

When talking about the industry, Ruosi's face became obviously darker.

Under the light, there is bound to be darkness.

Paradise Island is such a place.

There is a sea island that does not exist on the map, where boys and girls brought back from all over the world to be cultivated through various channels are kept in captivity. After tedious 'cultivation', a fallen Eden is finally formed.

The 'angels' there will meet any needs of those who go to the island!

"Your family business?"

Dean was also slightly surprised: "Does your family still make this kind of money?"

Ross shook his head:

"It seems that you still don't know the weight of this business card!

This is actually a quota.

Paradise Island only accepts three kinds of people.

One is someone who has made great contributions to my family.

One is the direct line members of the ancient noble families of the Commonwealth.

The last type is our family partner.

Dean, the business card in your hand is the third type. The phone number on it, 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, only serves the owner of this business card, and can provide global delivery according to demand. Delivery. "

finished.

Ruos looked at Dean in amazement: "Dean, I admit that you are very good, but I really can't imagine that it might not be a good thing for you to be able to show the business card of Paradise Island!"

The forces that can cooperate with his family are all assets of more than one billion yuan.

Ross suspected that Dean got this business card by accident.

Dean was also speechless after hearing Ruos' popularization.

Good guy.

The above contact information is actually a one-on-one service.

He rolled his eyes and said to Ruo Si: "You mean, even if you call the number on the business card in your name, they will know who actually used the service?"

Ruosi nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, unless the owner of the business card authorizes you to use it in advance, if an outsider gets this business card, just dial and most likely disappear from this world."

Dean: "."

Neil's mother, you don't want to cheat yourself, do you?

Ross leaned over: "Dean, how did you get this business card?"

Dean looked at the colorful lights in the distance, lit a cigarette with some melancholy, and said lightly: "My girlfriend's mother gave it to me, she doesn't want me to mess around outside."

Ross wanted to say something else.

But when he caught a glimpse of Dean's tough face like a knife and axe, and the strong water chestnuts revealed in the gap of the pajamas, he silently retracted the words that came to his mouth.

have this condition

Eating a soft meal is also very reasonable.

It's the mother of Dean's girlfriend, too generous.

Ruos flipped through the business card a little listlessly, and said casually, "What's your girlfriend's name, maybe I still know her, so I can help you refer."

Hearing this, Dean turned his attention to Ruos, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

He straightened up, shook the ash, and said seriously, "Neil, Neil Lucchese."

"What?"

Ross thought he heard it wrong: "You mean, Neal? Is her mother an Italian?"

Sure enough, I know it!

Dean raised his lips and nodded: "Yes, Mother Neil, there is a women's luxury goods group in the Commonwealth, and she gave me the business card."

"It's actually her."

The corners of Ruos's mouth twitched, and he looked at Dean with some pity: "Okay, emm, in my impression, Neil is a very gentle girl with a pure personality, and she doesn't have many bad habits of rich people, but she mother of

Speaking of which.

Ross closed his mouth with some scruples.

Dean was terrified by his pitiful eyes.

He threw away the cigarette butt, and pulled up Rose's collar: "What's wrong with Neil's mother?"

Joss raised his hands in surrender:

"Dean, I don't know much, I just heard that her mother was able to start from scratch despite the fierce competition because of the big boss in the 'Smith Detective Agency' to take care of her.

I don't get involved in many things in the family, but the 'Smith Detective Agency' is a force that I can't take the initiative to provoke in the education I have received since I was a child. "

"That's it?"

Dean let go of Rose's collar.

This is a good thing!

Isn't the network of his girlfriend's mother his own network?

Seeing that he didn't care, Ruos curled his lips: "Dean, Niall's mother has a bad temper. I suspect that she gave you a business card just to test your dishonesty."

cut!

Dean snaps back the middle finger.

Green-headed baby Rose, you should worry more about yourself.

Having said that.

Thinking of the scene when he saw Neil's mother last time, Dean still very sincerely did not ask Ross to get back the business card of Paradise Island.

Ross originally wanted to tell Dean about his chance encounter with Neil in Los Angeles.

Seeing Dean being so dragged, he drank a little wine angrily.

He was looking forward to seeing the picture of Dean Shura field.

Think about it.

Ruo Si is so stupid, he giggled to himself.

The stupid son of the landlord's family is probably the kind of guy described as Ruos.

Seeing Ruosi's stupidity, Dean strengthened his thoughts just now.

So, after a few drinks.

Dean put his arms around Rose's shoulders: "Man, to be honest, I didn't think you would be ready to get married so early."

Ruo Si, who was originally silly and happy, lost all energy immediately when he heard this.

He shrugged and said, "I don't want to, but I don't have my own business, and I can't give back to the family. The greatest value is to multiply blood for the family. I have no choice."

Just finished.

Ruos seemed to feel that it was a bit embarrassing in front of his buddies like this, so he said bluntly: "But Gaia is very good, this is also a lucky thing."

"Then you want to keep doing this?"

Dean let go of Ross's arm in disappointment, got up and leaned on the edge of the balcony, and looked down at Ross, who was already slightly drunk:

"Think about it, man, when your kid grows up and asks you:

Oh, Dad, why do we always sit at the back of every family gathering, and those cousins ​​still look down on me?

Tsk, think about it, Joss, my good brother, how would you answer your child! "

Ross was silent.

He picked up the wine glass, wiped his mouth after tons of tons, and said a little confused: "Dean, to be honest, I thought about this before, but what can I do?"

For ordinary families, it is face for their children to go to prestigious universities.

For middle-class families, children have a commendable career, which is face.

For rich families, it is face for children to be able to live alone.

for his family

Honestly.

Ruosi felt that he would not be bullied outside, could go home when it rained, and could eat when the time came, which would make his father happy. As for the face

He has been a son for decades.

Can you still not know what virtue you have?

Dean could see the smell of salted fish emanating from Ross.

He sat back next to Ruos again and knocked on the table: "Now I have a business plan with an annual income of tens of billions of dollars, and I lack trustworthy and well-connected partners. Until I meet you, do you want to join? ?”

Ross: "Huh?"

He picked up the bottle and glanced at the reading on it: "Dean, you never said that your drinking capacity is so bad."

Dean rolled his eyes: "Since you don't believe it, forget it, anyway, it's the same if I ask Nell for help."

It doesn't look like a joke to see him.

Ruos put down his wine glass, rubbed his hot and flushed cheeks: "Okay, if you are serious, then I will join!"

"Don't listen to the plan?"

Ruos shook his head: "I believe in friends, but I'm a little transparent in the family, I'm afraid I can only provide financial support."

Dean was relieved to see him come down.

The plan he was talking about was actually the 'Brother Wei' he got from Xia Mike.

Over there in Los Angeles.

He was innocently contested, which made Dean realize that if he wanted to overtake in a corner, he would no longer be discouraged, so he could only find a way to increase his strength from the official track.

Capital itself is a manifestation of strength.

The recipe for 'Brother Wei' that Little Mike got was a piece of King Fried in Dean's hand.

This thing, in the dungeon world, Dean has seen its practicality and attractiveness.

He has money, a formula, and the talent of Little Mike. Nell can help manage it. Ruos's surname, in the early stage, can provide a deterrent to tigers and wolves that may appear.

The cooperation of the three may not necessarily fail to become a member of the capital.

Of course, any kind of drug, from production to sale, is not that simple.

Dean was just making preparations in advance for a few years later.

All of this has to wait for Neil to finish her work before starting to operate.

At this time, Dean didn't know that Neil, who was eager to see her husband, had quietly gone to Los Angeles to find him.

Send Jos away.

Dean took a cold shower, called Chesston, and asked him about the Las Vegas police's search and excavation of the serial murderer's home and detention underground space.

This case involved a plan of the Lucifer Game Organization.

Dean needs to know what's next.

Cheston's face was not very good-looking: "Agent Dean, the Las Vegas police did not find anything special, but when I reported the case information to the FBI system, the case was sealed !"

"The case is sealed?" Dean was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

He handed over the aftermath of the case to Cheston, so he really didn't know that something went wrong.

Cheston shook his head: "Sorry, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of thing. Generally, the personnel responsible for this kind of review and approval cases are all exclusive departments within the FBI, and our field offices have no access to personnel from these departments. .”

"Then why didn't you tell me immediately?"

Dean looked at Chessington with scrutiny.

Cheston lowered his head: "Agent Dean, I sent a follow-up email. I originally planned to report this matter after receiving a reply from the headquarters."

Dean looked at Cheston for a few seconds, and his original serious face turned into a smile again: "Okay, I'm just asking casually, you are exhausted these two days, go back and have a good rest."

"Then what's next for us?"

Only then did Cheston dare to raise his head and look at Dean.

Dean waved his hand: "Take a few days off first, and then consider the next investigation case."

"Okay, Agent Dean."

Cheston strode out of the room.

Looking at the closed door, Dean silently lit a cigarette with deep eyes.

He sensed Cheston, and something was wrong.

However, the FBI headquarters should have nothing to do with Chesston's feedback on the sealed case.

Cheston just followed his instructions and uploaded all the processes, clues, photos, case statement reports, etc. found in this case.

This guy can't affect the FBI's headquarters.

In this case.

Feedback from the headquarters is very interesting.

The preservation of the case meant that Dean and the others lost the right to follow up the excavation of this case, and the case was completely terminated.

Surrounded by smoke, the corners of Dean's mouth turned up.

Is it because Cheston exposed some information in the information uploaded to the headquarters?

If this is the case.

Interesting, very interesting!

Dean is not ready to face the Lucifer organization head-on.

That being the case.

This case, right here, will come to an end for now.

outside.

After Cheston left Dean's room, his straight back relaxed, and he quickly leaned towards the wall next to him.

don't know why.

Under Dean's gaze, he seemed to be stared at by a ferocious jaguar, and also seemed to be locked by the eagle's eyes soaring above the nine heavens, piercing through everything hidden in his heart.

A cold wind blows in the corridor.

Coldness rushed into the body from behind.

Cheston shivered, only to realize that his back was already wet with sweat.

He exhaled a sigh of relief, rested for a while, and then returned to his room, sat down at the desk, and in the dim room, quickly typed on the keyboard, rereading the pictures and reports he submitted.

The mouse wheel spins.

The computer page flipped, and finally stopped on a weird close-up of the iron door.

Cheston fixed his eyes on the picture.

In the photo, densely packed, thumb-thick steel bars make up the main body of the iron door, and the ends of all the steel bars are buried near the door lock where the normal door is, forming a honeycomb nest, but no keyhole can be seen. 'door lock'.

On the top of the honeycomb twisted revolving door lock, those converging steel bars form a special triangular eye symbol.

"This symbol!"

Cheston's eyes were bloodshot and his fists were clenched.

After so many years.

He finally saw the pattern again!

Unbearable memories of childhood flooded my mind.

until the stars are dotted.

Cheston's room was completely out of light.