Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty-Six Good Things for the Detectives, Bad Things for Dustin

When Luke and Selena walked out of the hall, several colleagues immediately stared at John, who was sitting there, relieved and smiling.

"Tell me, John, who are these two?" asked one of the little blond young policewomen.

John took out a pack of equally crumpled cigarettes from his crumpled checkered T-shirt, flicked one out, lit it, and took a sip: "Wait, I seem to have a bet with you before? The person I bet is definitely not the second generation who came to gild, it seems that I won."

Everyone looked at each other, and the last middle-aged mustache gritted his teeth and took out a ten-dollar knife and threw it on him: "If you can't name a name, you don't want to take this money."

With this beginning, the other detectives took out their wallets, and threw the ten or twenty bills on John: "Speak quickly, or you will have lunch."

John grabbed the few banknotes into a handful, put them in his trouser pocket, took another puff of cigarette, and said, "Cough, I have been running for a long time just now, and I am a little thirsty."

The blonde policewoman walked away: "Okay, I'll go buy you water right now, and I'll talk about it when I get back. If you don't come up with any inside information, you'll have to pay for the water."

John leisurely put his legs up on the desk: "Then bring me a bottle of Corona, mineral water will not quench my thirst."

The blond policewoman gave him a middle finger without turning her head, and went quickly.

A few minutes later, John took a sip of the iced Corona, looked at his colleagues with burning eyes, and smiled casually: "Remember, when was the last time I became a police detective?"

Everyone didn't come back to their senses for a while, why did this problem suddenly go to John himself.

The middle-aged mustache frowned: "Don't be so stupid, just get to the point."

John took another sip of beer before saying, "That's the point. Before Christmas last year, I was demoted to become a police detective again, and I was given a big vacation to visit my family in Los Angeles. Who do you remember, Los Angeles on Christmas Eve? What happened?"

Everyone's mind immediately turned.

Everyone is a police detective, John is, and so are the two new young detectives, so what happened can only refer to a big case.

Only the big case in Los Angeles will let them in the New York Police Department also hear about it.

"The Zhongfu Building Vault Robbery?" The blonde policewoman who is often in charge of intelligence work was the first to say the correct answer.

John nodded with a smile: "Then what?"

The middle-aged mustache responded quickly this time: "You participated?"

John nodded.

Moustache's second question also came: "That Luke also participated?"

John nodded again.

After a moment of frantic brainstorming, the expressions on their faces all changed.

Still Moustache said, "In the internal case report of the Zhongfu Building robbery, it was mentioned that a New York police detective and a Los Angeles police detective jointly killed more than 50 gangsters and cracked the shocking incident. case. Don't tell me, you and Luke are the two detectives?"

John gave him a thumbs up and took another sip of beer with a smile.

Everyone took a deep breath.

This case has been analyzed within the national police department.

People in New York are denser than Los Angeles, and there are more vaults than Los Angeles. The people who come up with the idea of ​​these vaults are like crucian carp crossing the river, and there is an endless stream.

The NYPD headquarters is directly under the Police Detective Bureau, and it often needs to deal with similar serious cases. This typical case has been used by them for many times.

But at that time, no one could figure out how two police detectives from different places who didn't know each other before joined forces to kill more than 50 professional robbers with fierce firepower and professional actions, and also ensure the safety of nearly dozens of hostages.

In that case, all the conditions were not favorable for the two detectives, but in the end, the detectives wiped out the robbers.

John looked at everyone's expressions, and finally said, "Everyone is an old man, I will tell you about this, remember to keep it a secret."

Everyone nodded silently.

The job of a police detective is inherently dangerous, and there are not a few police detectives who have been retaliated against afterwards.

The darker the hands of the detective, the greater the possibility of retaliation.

John and that Luke are also very good among the hand black players, of course, they should try to keep their own situation as secret as possible.

Therefore, when John came back last time, when everyone discussed and analyzed the case, he never mentioned that he was a witness.

One is to avoid the limelight at the time, and the other is to consider their own safety.

Seeing everyone nodding, John drank his beer in one gulp and stood up: "You can think of something good. I'll take a shower first. That sewer must have not been cleaned for decades. It smells so bad."

A police detective couldn't help but ask, "What good?"

"There is another colleague who is very capable of fighting in the police station, do you think it is a good thing?" After saying this, John walked away without looking back.

Everyone looked at each other and felt that there was nothing wrong with what they said.

Why is John so hung up? It's not because he can fight, he dares to work hard, and he dares to take on dangerous tasks.

And as soon as he gets up, and others follow him, the danger will be much less.

If John hadn't been there in the past few years, at least two or three of them would have retired due to injuries, or even held a memorial service directly.

Thinking of this, everyone's faces became more relaxed.

Reliable teammates are more worthy of their joy than any gold-plated second generation.

They put on the pig teammates, and if they don't get it right, they will die.

Only the middle-aged mustache looked gloomy, as if thinking of something unpleasant.

"Go away, go take a shower. I feel like I just crawled out of a cesspit."

"Take it down, it's John who is drilling the cesspool, you just smelled the old methane from your mouth."

"You can do it, why did you hide further than me just now?"

Amid the clamor, a group of people left the hall with a smile.

In the office by the hall, Dustin looked away and sighed helplessly.

He actually didn't want Luke to be recognized, the potential danger would be much greater.

But who made McClain, a super scumbag, at the police station, and it happened to be under him.

I can only remind Luke to pay attention. Dustin muttered in his heart, lowered his head again, and started to work.

Here, Luke and the two left the police station and drove to the parking lot. Selena sighed: "The explosion is more complicated than I thought, and there are still internal problems in the police station."

Luke didn't care: "If it weren't for Los Angeles, when we were under Dustin, this kind of thing would be very common."

Only at this moment did Selena appreciate a middle-aged orphan: "Thanks to our boss for not playing crooked ways."

Luke hehe.

In this regard, he has reservations.

Dustin has a bottom line, but he's not pedantic.

Of course he will make money, but he will make it justifiably and legitimately.

The United States even has such things as lobbying bills. As long as some other crooked methods can be operated, the money earned is really legal.

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