MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 11 muddy the water

  Chapter 11 muddies the waters

  A black and thick cannon pointed directly at the gate.

   Facing the dark muzzle.

  Dean felt dizzy in his brain!

   This is actually a cannon with a caliber as thick as his head!

  The base of the cannon was locked by a heavy-duty truck, occupying most of the garage. In the dim environment, it looked like a steel monster, entrenched here, waiting for the prey to break in desperately.

  One side of the heavy-duty truck is a heavy canvas that has been lifted, revealing the neatly stacked wooden boxes inside, which look like boxes of ammunition.

   "Who the **** is Santoni"

   Dean came back to his senses, feeling uneasy.

  He was afraid to enter the garage.

  A fort of this caliber is definitely a killer even in a war, but at this moment it is like a toy, hidden in Las Vegas, a casino with many tourists.

  Dean understood that Santoni's identity was definitely more troublesome than he had guessed.

At least.

  The big organization he belonged to in his previous life couldn't easily get such a big weapon of war, let alone bring it into a tourist city of a big country quietly.

   It's not impossible.

   But there is too much involved here.

   All of a sudden.

  Dean was in a dilemma.

  He turned his head and glanced at the door switch that had been destroyed by himself, feeling bitter in his heart.

  If you want to open the door, you must break the line.

  He didn't want to hide his traces at all.

   It's just who would have thought that such an important thing would be left in this kind of garage without any precautions.

   Do you still have a sense of confidentiality!

   Deceit!

  Dean knew very well that once he got involved with this kind of force, what awaited him would be endless trouble and pursuit, and he would have no power to resist.

"calm down!"

  Dean took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

  I have already left traces of being here!

at this point.

   You must downplay your own existence!

   He gritted his teeth, stooped into the garage, and checked carefully.

  The garage is a bit dilapidated, some wires are exposed, and there are no traces of repairs. It should be a long time ago, and no traces of hidden wiring have been found.

   Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

   At least it shows that there is no monitoring here.

   Otherwise, even if he concealed his appearance, it would be difficult for him to hide his figure. With the death of Mars and Santoni implicated, the possibility of his exposure would greatly increase.

  He walked carefully through the heavy trucks pulling the heavy guns, and came to the big boxes.

  The box has no lock.

   Dean opens a view.

  A strange smell escaped from the box, making Dean, who was wearing a mask, hold his breath subconsciously.

  This smell is very pungent, as if covering up other smells.

  He held his breath, looked inside the box, and was shocked to find that there were no shells in it, but some chemical test equipment.

"these things."

  Dean looked at the wiped clean equipment, covered the box again, looked at the traces left on the box lid, and then thought of the sewage outlet and the hanging air purifiers, and had a guess.

   These are used to make poison!

   This made Dean even more confused.

  The drug production site and the battlefield heavy artillery are all hidden in the garage of this residential area.

   Santoni, who the hell!

Sudden.

  Dean thought of the two people who had left from Santoni's place earlier.

  The two searched through Santoni's house, but they left empty-handed without touching some obviously valuable items. They were obviously not thieves, but people who paid close attention to Santoni.

  So they knew the news of Santoni's death, so they took the opportunity to find what they needed.

   But they didn't come to check out the garage.

   These two people are more like Santoni's collaborators. They have some understanding of Santoni, but they don't fully understand them. They are pressed for time and are eager to leave.

   For example: cooperation in drug trafficking.

   Santoni is in charge of drug production, and the two are in charge of trafficking.

   Santoni dies.

  The two ran over to find the drugs that Santoni might have hidden.

  Dean patted his head.

   Regardless of the relationship between those two people and Santoni!

  With these two scapegoats, why bother me?

  The way to get out quickly flashed through his mind, and he returned to Santoni's residence again. After carefully checking the traces, he left with ease.

   About half an hour later.

  Several police cars surrounded Santoni's residence

at the same time.

  Several heavyweight newspapers stationed in Las Vegas also received anonymous calls. After discovering that something was wrong with the police's actions, they swarmed like sharks smelling blood

  A shocking news, with lightning speed, before the Las Vegas executives reacted, it spread quickly and quickly through the Internet.

  Santoni's information and the photo of the heavy artillery were also spread together.

  The entire state of Nevada is in chaos.

   "Mom, your fried bacon is still so delicious."

  Dean patted his stomach contentedly, and gave a thumbs up to the white woman across the table.

   "Haha, baby, is your little mouth smeared with honey today?"

  The white woman, that is, Dean's mother Sheila, was very satisfied with Dean's reaction, and poured all the bacon left on the dinner plate into Dean's plate, which caused the thin young man beside him to roll his eyes.

  He is Dean's younger brother Thompson, with black hair and brown eyes, thin body, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a refined temperament that is incompatible with this place.

   A brown-haired little loli sitting next to Thompson also had dissatisfaction on her cute face, and muttered to Sheila: "Sheila, Dean is not good at all, he doesn't mean anything."

   "Hey, my baby sister, did you say you missed me?"

   "NO!"

  Little Lolita shook her finger: "Dean, no gifts, no sister!"

"Ha ha!"

  Sheila was amused by the little daughter's words, and winked at Dean: "Dean, I reminded you not to forget the gift."

  Dean put down his fork with some embarrassment: "Sinclair, I just said goodbye to a friend of mine and left. I was not in a good mood. I forgot about it. I'm sorry."

  After he caused trouble to the east, he rushed back, how could he remember these little things.

  Dean's words made Sheila react.

She stepped forward and gave Dean a hug: "Baby, it's not your fault. You came back from Las Vegas and drove all the way. I'm afraid you are very tired now. Go to sleep for a while after eating. "

   Dean nodded.

   Thompson on the side, his eyes lit up when he heard Las Vegas.

He said to Dean excitedly: "Dean, I saw the news today that a thief in Las Vegas found a 210mm door in a garage in a residential area during the theft. caliber of heavy artillery, is it true?"

  Dean shook his head: "I don't know, anyway, before I left, I didn't hear about it, so it wouldn't be a random report by some small newspaper?"

   "Impossible, this is a report just published by several large newspapers, and there are pictures on the Internet!"

  Thompson raised his glasses: "I heard that the owner of the garage was once a forensic doctor in the forensic department of our Los Angeles Police Department! I'm sure there must be a shocking secret hidden in it!"

"maybe."

  Dean shrugged and lowered his head to cook again.

   After eating.

  Dean lay on the bed, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

   Santoni's business is over.

  The only hidden danger is the connection between Mars and Santoni.

  He made the matter so big and exposed everything to the sun, hoping that the forces behind Santoni would mess up and muddy the water to cover up the traces of Masi.

   "There was no surveillance around the public phone booth where I called the police, and I used means to change the voice. My predecessor and family members have been safe and sound for eight years after the death of my predecessor's father. Everything will be fine."

  Dean comforted himself in his heart.

   Thinking.

  Dean slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

the other side.

  Eve walked out of the director's office with a smile on her face.

   Thanks to the big news that broke out in Las Vegas.

  The Los Angeles Police Department and the judiciary have sped up the trial process for the robbery case of a bank cash transport vehicle, preparing to form a stark contrast with the Las Vegas side.

   That is to say.

  The robbery of the bank cash transport van can be declared closed.

  Eve returned to the office and finally couldn't restrain her joy. She clenched her fists and sent this message to Dean.

   Almost at the same time.

  Den in his sleep, a line of information flowed through his mind: [Bank cash truck robbery case solved, experience value +350, congratulations to the host for upgrading, L0→L3, +3 attribute points, +3 skill points]

  (end of this chapter)