Chapter 339 takes 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 occurred in the jurisdiction. He wondered if he could not escape the fate of being blamed.

  Thinking of the big bosses 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 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 the horse, go!

  He no longer serves!

  How can Dean allow this old man to run away.

  Now that people from the FBI and the General Bureau 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."

  A tingling pain came from the end of the nose!

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

  Facing the smiling gazes of Dean and Lawrence, he knew that 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.

  If the FBI can solve the case in time, it’s okay, the pressure on our police department will not be too great.

  If the case cannot be solved

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

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

   His meaning is very simple.

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

  Seeing this, a trace of helplessness flashed in Dean's 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, receive more retirement wages in the future.

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

  Dean's temper is okay to compromise. 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 the jurisdiction we are in charge of in this weird way, sorry, Dean, except our names will stay with this case In the history of police in Los Angeles, 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 the heat was a little less before, and it is difficult to conduct a quick investigation as a police detective alone.

   Now it's different.

  As long as the murderer can be found quickly, 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 Z governance capital before retirement, change the track, and rejuvenate the second village of life and career! "

  What is Z governance capital?

  Money, fame, and credit, three in one, is Z governance 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 a case of this scale will basically be handed over to the FBI. How can you grab 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, he might not be able to find the murderer.

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

   When it comes to solving the case, he looks down on anyone but himself!

  The murderer is his experience points for becoming stronger.

   It’s okay to 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?"

   "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."

"ah?"

   Old Hunter is stupid.

   This ride is your plan?

  Boom~

  The door was pushed open.

  A gloomy-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 came, I briefly checked the structure of the beams in the lower house.

   This place underwent a special transformation a long time ago, so the murderer was able to hang up a group of young people who were not light in body in a very short 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 puzzle is related to the murderer of the previous bombing. They are all premeditated massacres?"

"right!"

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."

   Agent 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 not long after he came here, otherwise he would definitely know that he is a special employee of the FBI.

  Old Hunter on the side looked dumbfounded.

  This script is not right with what Dean said.

   Shouldn’t someone from the FBI make a high-profile announcement to take over the case, then bite the bullet and rush up to slap this guy, and just watch Dean perform?

  Why is the script turning enemies into friends now?

what about me?

  I haven't got in the car yet!

  Lawrence is not surprised.

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

  Facing Agent Kamasi's overtures.

  Dean was about to say something, so he was perfunctory for the time being.

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 met a few hours ago.

   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.

   This is 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 that my buttocks are still hot, so I have to pack and salute and go home to fish.

  Think 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!"

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

   "Look for the media that has a good relationship with the police, and 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 attention from the outside first!

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

   Speaking of which.

   Agent Kamasi's gloomy face became even gloomy.

  His eyes flashed ruthless, and 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. At the same time, our people will release some celebrity stories to divert public 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 surprise flashed in Henk's eyes.

   Not many people know what happened to him before.

  Who 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 latter two hidden dangers."

  The solution is really simple.

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

  The family members of the deceased want to explain?

  Then we will directly throw out one squadron to scold you, and deal with the fourth squadron after the scolding is cool, and the leadership will come out and bow and express their attitude. You can always calm down, right?

  As for if the FBI closes the case and the murders continue to occur later, it will be easier to explain.

  The previous case is over.

   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.

  People are not satisfied?

   Then continue to throw out the fourth squadron, and follow the above process again.

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

Good deal.

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

  Henk's deputy director's eyes swept across the side of Dean in front of him without a trace, thinking about how to keep Dean, the "insider" of Guoan, in case the Fourth Squadron is gone.

  Camez and Henk are both wily and scheming people. Before winning, they were defeated first. After discussing how to clean up the end and reduce the impact on themselves, they returned to Dean and 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 glanced at Dean, who had been silent all this time, and winked at himself.

   He gritted his teeth, and when 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 shocked.

  Kames 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 violent old Hunter: "Captain, calm down!"

   During the conversation.

  He dragged Old Hunter's body, and took the opportunity to hit Agent Kamasi's abdomen heavily 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 Old Hunter who suddenly went crazy and wanted to hit Kamasi, but Dean stepped forward to stop him, and the two of them accidentally bumped into Kamasi while pushing.

   "Agent Kamasi!"

   He hadn’t spoken before, and the apple-faced partner who followed Kamasi came in, rushed to Kamasi with a confused face, and checked Kamasi’s situation.

this.

  Looking at the scene that seemed to be a farce, Vice Director Henk pursed his lips, the anger dissipated in his eyes, and 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, 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 was approaching retirement, so he became more courageous and took the opportunity to vent his anger. Logically speaking, it was the past.

  The problem is that Kamasi is a senior FBI agent after all.

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

  Henke wondered if Dean had done the trick.

  According to the information he obtained, Dean Lee is not only outstanding in ability, but also ruthless. He also has several identities in special departments, and he will 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 is 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 myself, the deputy director of the police department, 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.

  He sighed in his heart, and shouted at everyone: "Quiet!"

  Dean let go of Old Hunter and stood aside.

Old Hunter glanced at Kamasi, who was unconscious on the ground, and secretly gave Dean a thumbs up in his heart, but he 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.

"snort!"

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." To deal with this case, the time is urgent, before Detective Kamasi wakes up, you and Inspector 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 Vice Director Henk who left with the stretcher, Dean smiled in his eyes.

  He could hear the low-pitched conversation between Henk and Kamasi just now.

   Unfortunately.

  He Dean is also a fellow.

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

   Want to blame him?

   Let's go to the next life!

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

  (end of this chapter)