Chapter 156 Have you seen American Iai?

   "Sophia, who are they?"

   Dean coughed weakly twice and said in doubt.

  Sophia is the head nurse of the VIP ward on this floor.

   "Inspector Dean, these two are your colleagues, we have identified their identities, if there is a problem, several of your colleagues, and us, will come over as soon as possible!"

  The head nurse looked at Dean with silky eyebrows, hoping that Dean could feel her hint and get some feedback.

  Because of her rich nursing experience, she is the first nurse to know Dean's inner nature, and she is very eager to communicate with Dean in this regard.

  Dean is not sensitive to this lady who is as old as his own mother.

  He smiled and said: "Thank you, Sophia, your thoughtfulness is as sweet as the banana you gave me, I will call you if necessary, can you close the door for us now?"

  The head nurse turned and left resentfully.

  At her age, she is always longing for something more practical and fulfilling to fill the void, rather than empty rhetoric, unless the "tongue" is not a noun but a verb

   Close the door.

  A man among a man and a woman stepped forward and introduced himself kindly: "Detective Dean, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. I'm Detective Detron from the Internal Affairs Investigation Section. I have some questions for you. Is it convenient?"

   "Of course no problem." Dean said, looking at the average-looking woman next to Detron, but with a good temperament: "Madam, don't you introduce yourself?"

  He felt the scrutiny from the woman's eyes.

  The woman smiled without saying a word.

   Detron said: "Her identity is a bit special, and it does not involve communication with you. If possible, I hope to start the inquiry session as soon as possible!"

"Can!"

   Dean nodded.

   Detron took out the recording pen, and after confirming that there was no problem, he began to ask: "Inspector Dean, what did you see when you were in the XX community and faced an attack?"

   "I don't know how to describe it, I was already in a daze at the time.

  Most people don't have the chance to enjoy the treatment of a group of thugs who suddenly draw their weapons and shoot you.

me too.

  Actually, if it weren't for the special off-roader my girlfriend gave me, you'd only see pictures of me at the memorial service. "

  Dean didn't answer Detron's question head-on, and even characterized the group of "short legs" as thugs, not eleven or twelve-year-old children!

  In just a few words, Detron felt Dean's difficulty.

  He frowned slightly, and continued to ask: "Excuse me, do you like target shooting?"

   "No, I prefer to be in the case and enjoy the decryption link. I hate violence!", Dean said helplessly: "If it's not for self-protection, I don't like using guns at all."

   Detron: "."

  A butcher inspector who has been in the job for more than three months and has a record of shooting more than 20 people, said with an innocent face that he does not like violence.

   Do I look like a fool?

   Detron knew that Dean was lying, and Dean knew he was lying.

   But under the rules, DeTron had nothing to say.

  He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and looked directly into Dean's eyes: "Inspector Dean, I hope you can look directly at my question!"

  Dean coughed twice, looking weak, with innocence on his handsome and masculine face: "But these are all from my heart, Agent Detron, do you want me to say something else?"

  Detron's face changed slightly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just reminding you, it's just my duty. The third question, Inspector Dean, how do you feel now?"

  Dean sighed:

   "Feel?

   Get angry.

  A group of people with ulterior motives took advantage of those children and turned them into murderous thugs, ruining their lives and destroying countless innocent families.

  I am very angry at the madness of the people behind the scenes. "

  Feel the emotional fluctuations in Dean's tone.

   Detron's eyes flashed with joy, and he hurriedly asked: "Then do you regret shooting during the attack?"

  Little Heizi, you got caught by me!

  This question is an obvious trap.

   Dean said yes.

   Well, you need psychological counseling!

   Dean said no.

  You killed so many little radishes, but you don't have any regrets?

  I have reason to suspect that you have anti-social personality, you need psychological counseling!

   There are pits on the left and right.

   It depends on which way this young Inspector Dean jumped.

   It's not that Detron has a problem with Dean.

  He admitted that he was indeed jealous of Dean's achievement of being promoted to inspector at such an age, but the reason was more because his duty was to find problematic police officers.

   This is his performance.

  The two sides are inherently hostile.

  Dean felt Detron's malice.

  He smiled lightly and said without the slightest hesitation:

"No regrets!

  Because my duty is to solve the case, maintain the justice of the law, ensure that the deceased will not die unjustly, and protect the safety of the citizens!

   Face off against a horde of gun-toting thugs with no humanity!

If I dare not even shoot a gun, then firstly I am sorry for the police badge on my body, secondly I am sorry for the taxpayer's money, thirdly I am sorry for the mother who raised me and the family who loves me, and fourthly I am sorry for my work. Father who died in the line of duty! "

  Dean paused, and his tone was serious and resolute: "At that moment, I have no right to regret it, nor will I regret shooting it!"

   hiss~

   Detron gasped.

  Dedication, due diligence, filial piety, loyalty..

   You put this stack of BIFF!

  How do you ask me to question?

  How dare you make me question it?

  Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

  Detron finally realized that he and Dean are not in the same rank at all, and they can't win against others.

  He stood up numbly, with admiration on his face: "Detective Dean, thank you for your cooperation, and I won't disturb your rest."

   As he spoke, he picked up the recording pen and looked at the woman beside him who hadn't spoken.

  The woman nodded, and finally said the first sentence:

   "Inspector Dean's psychological quality is very strong.

  I have read the report that after enduring the shock of the explosion, he endured the discomfort caused by the concussion and killed the man behind the scene.

  This shows that his willpower is also far beyond ordinary people.

  Based on professionalism and knowledge.

  I personally think that he does not need psychological counseling. "

Detron nodded, then turned off the acceptance pen, and then explained to Dean with a smile: "Daniel is our specially hired criminal psychology expert. According to the usual practice, when we inquire, we also need experts to answer your questions. Take an assessment."

   "A very young expert." Dean put his eyes on the woman who had been examining himself, and said with an inexplicable expression: "But you are wrong about one thing."

   "What?" Daniel asked curiously.

  Dean coughed twice, gasped twice, and said weakly:

   “I didn’t actually kill the attacking mob after I got hit by the blast, I just broke his limbs.

  Because we often encounter criminals who are addicted to drugs.

  When they are in a high state, they are slow to perceive the negative state and pain of the body. In the face of non-mandatory damage limit wounds, even if they are shot more than a dozen times, they may fight back.

  So I often like to use 45 caliber bullets.

   Four bullets came down.

  He was almost a lump of mud on the ground.

In this situation.

  I thought I could get useful information from him.

   But his next move was beyond my imagination. "

   "What did he do?" Daniel licked his red lips, seeming to be aroused by Dean.

   Detron, who put away his voice recorder, also pricked up his ears curiously.

  "In order to keep the secret, he barely moved his face, and then used a sharp stone to cut his throat little by little"

  Because of the particularity of the case.

   Detron and the two don't know the details.

   Hearing Dean speak in such detail.

  Detron smashed his mouth, and said with some emotion: "I guess the organization that guy belongs to must be very cruel. If he is caught, his family may be affected, so that he will do such a crazy thing."

  Daniel obviously disagreed with his words, and directly denied: "I think it's faith! Strong faith can allow a person to exert strength beyond the limit, and even shield the pain of the body!"

   "Like you?"

  Dean slowly drew out his gun and aimed at Daniel: "Come on, let me see the back of your neck!"

   This sudden turn of events caught Detron off guard.

   One moment they were still discussing the case, but the next moment they suddenly drew their guns?

"It seems that I need to revise my evaluation of your status, Detective Dean!" Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Daniel turned around calmly and lifted his long hair, revealing Clean the back of the neck.

  There is no 'source of pain' tattoo on it!

  Dean grinned: "Ms. Daniel, thank you for your cooperation, please leave your clothes behind!"

   "You!" Finally, Daniel couldn't maintain his composure, and glared at Dean angrily: "If you have battle aftereffects and need to vent, go find a prostitute, I'm a decent person!"

"I'm not!"

   Bang ~ a gunshot.

  The hot bullet slid past Daniel's cheek, burning her hair with a burnt smell.

This almost headshot shot not only frightened Daniel stupidly, but even Detron, who felt that Dean was too much and wanted to have the courage to persuade him, shrank his neck in fright and continued to be his own. Blockhead.

   Detron's mentality is very positive.

  I love it so much.

  Your own life matters.

  As for the unlucky Daniel and the cruel Dean, it doesn't matter what happens afterwards.

  Boom~

  The door of the ward was knocked open.

   Harry and Robert, who were full of vicious faces, broke into the door with pistols in hand!

  They were in the nearby ward, guarding the female prisoner. When they heard the gunshots, they rushed over immediately.

   See what's in front of you.

   The two were stunned.

  Harry obviously knew these two people, and he looked at Dean who raised his gun with some hesitation: "Dude, what's the situation?"

  It is not a trivial matter to draw a gun on someone from the Internal Affairs Investigation Section.

   "Another self-righteous member of the source of pain has come. Okay, Robert, you go back and watch the female suspect. Harry, you go outside and keep the nurses quiet, and don't let the hospital security enter!"

   Dean wasn't going to let DeTron out.

  He needs a witness.

   Out of trust, Harry and Robert put away their guns and went out.

   Detron wanted to follow her out, but was stopped by Dean: "Agent Detron, you brought this woman here. If you leave without seeing her true face, it is easy to cause misunderstanding."

  Detron said with a bitter face: "I'm just a small character. I've only been married for two years. There are two children waiting to be fed at home. I don't know the grievances and hatred between you. Please let me go."

  Daniel also bit his lips: "There may be some misunderstanding between us, but you speak logically and should have self-control. I hope you can let Agent Detron leave, and I will stay here with you!"

   Detron looked at Daniel with tears in his eyes.

   I didn't expect this specially hired criminal psychologist, who has always been aloof, to be so good.

Dean shook his head: "As soon as he left, some things became unclear. Besides, you don't have to pretend. You were also there when the XX black community exploded. When you talked to that man, although you lowered your voice , but it’s too amateurish, using my own voice.”

   That's right!

  Daniel was the companion of the man who tragically committed suicide.

  The suicide man is responsible for detonating the bomb and clearing up the troubles.

  She is responsible for monitoring the police movement on the periphery and providing information support.

  Daniel froze when he heard what Dean said behind him, knowing that he had been exposed.

  She sighed: "If I knew it earlier, I would have placed Mike Smith in another jurisdiction. I didn't expect that the Fourth Squadron, which was established less than a year ago, would have such a powerful detective like you."

   said.

Daniel flashed out his watch, and pulled back his loose coat, revealing the thick yellow columns inside, "This is a kilogram of high-purity TNT detonator, which can be detonated by remote control. My pulse watch is connected, once I actively detonate or my heart stops beating, boom~"

  She showed a crazy smile:

   "Imagine the power of two hundred grenades exploding at the same time!

  The upper and lower floors here will be turned into rubble, the building will collapse, and the countless patients, doctors, nurses, and accompanying family members in the entire inpatient department will become a series of cold numbers because of you. Do you want to try it? "

  Crime They may not be professional.

  But as a top student.

  Purify, configure high-concentration high explosives, and exquisitely designed detonating devices, but no more!

   Detron has been scared silly.

  He sniffed his nose, collapsed on the ground, looked at Dean in despair, and said tremblingly, "It's real TNT!"

  Dean simply turned the gun, turned off the insurance, and threw it in front of Daniel: "Okay, you won, I admit defeat, as the winner, can you satisfy me with a doubt."

  Daniel picked up Dean's pistol, and his slightly trembling body regained his composure.

hehe.

   It turns out that you are also afraid of death.

  She said generously: "Yes."

   "The source of the pain you are in, was it created by Mike Smith?"

Daniel nodded happily: "This bastard, he brainwashed us when we were young, and finally led us to degenerate step by step. What's ridiculous is that when it was his son's turn, he tried to deceive us. In the end, we Gave him a well-crafted purification."

"knew."

  Dean nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "In return, I will tell you one thing."

"What?"

  Daniel glanced at the time on the watch, still showing great generosity.

  When she came here this time, she never thought that she would be exposed. She originally wanted to secretly leave the explosives and kill the mouth of the captured companion, but she didn't expect to be recognized by Dean.

  But now I have controlled the scene.

  The gun and explosives are in your own hands.

  She couldn't think of any reason why she would lose!

  See how stupid this woman is.

  Dean lowered his head, his voice was low: "Have you ever seen an American Iai?"

   Around ten o'clock in the evening, there is another chapter to be updated, which happens to be an integer of 20,000.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)