MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 55 storehouse!

  Chapter 55 Warehouse!

   Rush back to the city from the suburbs.

  The time has come to the evening.

   Cars and horses are like dragons.

  The light halo obscures the starlight.

  The pink Porsche was blocked halfway, attracting curious eyes from men and women.

  Lawrence quietly looked at the couples of men and women on the sidewalk, with a rare look of melancholy on their ugly faces.

  Dean opened the car window, whistled to a girl playing skateboard, the girl blew a kiss back, and slid away with her companion smiling.

  He turned to look at Lawrence: "Unhappy?"

  Lawrence didn't look back: "Today is my wedding anniversary with my ex-wife."

   Dean knew that Lawrence wasn't telling the truth.

  Lawrence has been a policeman for many years, and his income is not low, but he is not as good as Harry. He hooks up with women everywhere. He obviously likes Phoebe, but he dare not confess.

   Put it on a strong man with a lot of energy.

   There is only one reason.

   Bearing a big burden, no money!

  Lawrence didn't tell, and Dean didn't ask.

   The car fell silent for a while.

   beep beep~

  The horn sounded from outside the car.

  Congested lane, move slowly.

  Lawrence turned his head with a serious expression: "Dean, is there any safe way to get a lot of money in a short time?"

"I've already given it to you." Dean raised his eyebrows: "The photos I gave you are all rich women whose husbands died. If you take any one, not only will you have soft food for the rest of your life, but I will also give you money." You can get a good referral fee."

  Lawrence froze, then gave Dean a middle finger: "FK, YOU!"

  This **** is actually pulling my pimp.

  Thanks to myself being so moved before.

   The two looked at each other and laughed loudly.

  Morning rush hour.

   Entering downtown Los Angeles, cars are really not as convenient as motorcycles.

   Wait until the two of Dean return to the police station.

   Harry is left alone in the office, wearing headphones, twisting his **** at his desk.

  Lawrence quietly walked over.

   There was a snap.

  哦~

  Harry screamed and jumped up clutching his ass.

   "Haha, Harry, you seem to be in a good mood." Lawrence laughed with the joy of a successful prank on his face.

  Harry pulled off the earphones and saw that it was Dean, so he touched the right hand on his waist: "FK, Lawrence, you actually attacked my PP, I will never go drinking with you again!"

  Dean slumped on the chair and put his desk on his bipod: "Harry, how is your harvest today?"

  Hear the harvest.

  Harry came to the spirit:

   "Marcus, bastard, is a three-no product!

  He has no real estate, no credit cards, no car, nothing.

  I even suspect that the reason why he is often in prison is to have food and shelter.

   In the end, there was no way.

   I paid a hacker friend myself, searched the Internet for all information about Marcus in Los Angeles, and guess what I found? "

   Hack?

  Dean looked at Harry with some expectation: "Do you still know hackers?"

  In his previous life, he was just a tool of the organization, and he had never come into contact with such a high-end talent who could easily navigate the online world.

   "Not only did she know her, she grew up in an orphanage just like me, but she's a good buddy I've known since childhood!" Harry smiled triumphantly.

  Lawrence was not used to him, and raised his big slap: "Harry, don't be tricky, or my slap will be so hungry and thirsty!"

Harry shrank his PP and hid behind Dean: "Okay, okay, my friend searched for the citizen information of Markas, and accidentally found that he rented a small warehouse on the 29th of last month, and the monthly rent is 300 knives, and the lease term is half a year."

   "FK, Marcus the bastard, you actually lied to us today!" Lawrence's face twitched and his eyes gleamed fiercely.

   Three hundred dollars a month.

  Even if there is no deposit, it will cost $1,800 for half a year.

  According to Marcus, he was penniless on the afternoon of September 29th, and just went to work at Sean’s house. On the 30th, the Sean family planned to continue to hire him, and then the family went on a trip.

  Where did he get the money to lease the warehouse?

  This can only explain one reason, Marcus is lying!

  Hoo~

  Lawrence became more and more angry as he thought about it, and a puff of hot air came out of his nose: "FK, I'm going to the hospital to find him now!"

"Wait!", Dean stopped the angry Lawrence: "Dude, Marcas is seriously injured now, we can go to him at any time, but if we want to break his psychological defense, it is best to find out who is in the warehouse. have what."

  Harry also persuaded: "Yes, Lawrence, tomorrow morning, after we go to the warehouse with a search warrant, we will talk to that Marcus."

   "Okay." Lawrence clenched his fist: "After checking the warehouse tomorrow, I will let that little **** know the consequences of cheating on me, Lawrence!"

  Dean mourned for Markas for a second, then turned to look at Harry: "By the way, what about the deputy team, I thought they would work overtime."

   "They also gained something, but Robert recovered all the furniture and appliances in Villa No. 76, and the deputy team brought people from the forensic department to conduct a bloodstain analysis simulation."

   As he spoke, Harry threw a stack of documents over.

  Dean takes the page.

  These are the inquiry records of the deputy team and Phoebe, after consulting the recent mobile phone call records of the Sean family through technical means, and visiting one by one.

  Most of the above are the recent situation of the Sean family of four.

   But there are two records, highlighted by double horizontal lines, which caught Dean's attention.

  The first article, the information provided by Bert’s friend:

  " On 8-27, Bert and his friends came out of the bar and were about to drive them back, but when they were turning, the brakes of the car failed, resulting in a car accident.

   Fortunately, there was no one in the middle of the night, but the car was damaged and no one was injured.

   After inspection by the repair shop, it was found that someone maliciously cut the brake line of the car.

  After calling the police, it failed. "

  Bert is Sean's eldest son.

  It seems that someone is indeed threatening the lives of Sean's family.

The second item is the effective information obtained after the deputy team took Phoebe to visit the neighbors around the Sean family again: "On the 9th-26th, Sean's wife called the police, saying that someone was following them and broke the glass in the house. The house flipped things over."

Old Hunter went to the policeman who was there at the time, learned about the situation, and found something wrong: After the police arrived, Sean rushed back and prevented the police from entering the house to check, and said that everything was a misunderstanding, and it was just his friend and him. joke.

   But according to the neighbor's description, that night, the Sean family had a fierce quarrel.

  Put down the data.

  Dean knocked on the table subconsciously.

  He originally thought that the murder was caused by an extramarital affair.

  After all, whether it was the killing of the dog before, the words meaning "sacred", "lie" and "dirty" on the back of the photo frame, or the new clues discovered by the deputy team, they all fit his guess very well.

   But Harry's discovery, on behalf of Markus, not only lied, but also of unknown income.

  He has major suspicions.

  And the filth that happened between Sean's boss, Hutu, and Sean, may be murdered!

  Lawrence and Harry, seeing Dean's expression, knew that he was thinking, walked aside silently, and began to puff.

Sudden.

   Dean stopped tapping his fingers on the table.

correct!

   There is actually one thing in common between Marcus and Sean's wife!

   That is, they are all from Arkansas.

  The Sean family moved to Los Angeles nine years ago.

  Associates that Marcus is about the same age as Sean's son Bert.

   Could it be that Markas's parents have some unknown grievances with the Sean couple?

  Thinking of this, Dean looked at Harry: "Harry, the wife of Markus and Sean, is she from a place in Arkansas?"

  Harry shook his head directly: "I noticed this too. I checked it out. Markus grew up in an orphanage and didn't know the Sean family at all. Otherwise, Sean's wife wouldn't have hired him."

"Too!"

  Dean took out his cigarette a little irritably.

   It seems that we can only look forward to tomorrow's warehouse, there are new clues!

  (end of this chapter)