Chapter 2 Playing with Nesting Dolls?

“.”

“How could my predecessor be so handsome, and he would hang out with the gangs?”

“Aren’t you afraid of being taken advantage of by those black guys?”

Dean looked at his angular face in the rearview mirror, feeling speechless.

This body should be of mixed blood.

Black hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, strong skeleton, overall, the body shape is more like that of a Westerner, but without the rough pores and thick body hair of Westerners.

Being an undercover agent is already a failure.

The ‘predecessor’ was actually an anti-undercover agent that the gangs stuffed into the detective bureau, which was a complete failure.

From Dean’s point of view.

It is obvious that my predecessor has more prospects to be a gigolo or a model than to be a black policeman.

The days of licking blood on the knife edge are not easy.

In this line of work, most people are just rats in the sewer.

Now Dean only hopes that his predecessor is not too involved with those gangs, so that he can turn back and become a five-star good citizen of Los Angeles who can stand in the sun.

Otherwise, he can only give up his identity as a detective and leave illegally.

The pickup truck drove south for half an hour before finally leaving the forest trail.

Dean's head became more and more dizzy.

In his mind, the memories of the two people began to collide and merge, making his cognition much slower.

In this situation, it is not suitable to continue driving.

Dean slapped himself in the face, using the pain to stimulate his mind.

His predecessor had just robbed a bank, and now the situation was unclear, so it was not suitable to stay in a hotel.

He glanced around and saw that there were no vehicles in front or behind, so he simply turned the steering wheel and drove towards the wilderness.

A moment.

The car drove into a low-lying area and stopped in an area far away from the road.

Dean locked the car window, squinted his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

Buzz~

Buzz~

Dean opened his eyes in confusion, subconsciously took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the connect button: "Who?"

"Dean?"

A crisp female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hearing someone calling his name.

The confusion in Dean's eyes gradually dissipated and focused on the phone.

He shook his still heavy head.

This voice was familiar, as if its owner was very important to his predecessor!

Dean realized that he had not yet completely integrated the memory of his predecessor.

He was not sure who the other party was, so he had to say vaguely: "Hmm?"

"Dean, you haven't called me for a long time, is it convenient to answer the phone now?"

The female voice was very gentle.

Could this woman be the girlfriend of his predecessor?

Dean was a little confused.

He continued to say vaguely: "Well, there is no one else around!"

Who knew that he would say that.

The tone on the other end of the phone immediately became serious: "Dean, what's the situation here? According to the regulations, you must contact me once every three days to report the situation, but now you haven't contacted me for five days. I thought you died in the line of duty!"

Dean: ? ? ?

Regulations?

Died in the line of duty?

Dean reacted quickly: "Hey, you know, the regulations are dead, but I always encounter unexpected situations. By the way, you must have something urgent to talk to me about?"

There was silence for a moment, and then continued: "It's very important!"

"I want you to use Nathan as a clue to find out about the recent bank robbery!

That amount of money was transferred from Congressman Snart's family. If you can get a clue, it will be very easy for you to enter the "Robbery-Murder Division" (Major Crime Unit). "

Dean was stunned.

Robbery-Murder Division!

Bank robbery!

Fuck!

Dean turned around and looked at the two large backpacks full of stuff on the back seat. He was numb.

He was a little confused now.

Nathan sent him to the detective bureau as an undercover, and then the detective bureau sent him back to Nathan? ? ?

Playing with nesting dolls?

Seeing that the phone was silent, the woman asked in confusion: "Dean?"

Dean came back to his senses, rubbed his still aching head, and said tentatively: "This is a bit difficult. You know, I am not black after all, and I can't fit in their circle yet."

"Dean!"

The woman's tone became stern: "I am not discussing with you, this is an order!"

"But."

"No buts!"

The woman interrupted Dean directly and softened her voice: "Dean, you don't want your internship to fail, do you? By then, not to mention the Los Angeles Police Department, the surrounding areas will not want you, a rookie who was fired during the internship!"

Dean:.

The woman's threats to him sounded a bit strange.

Besides, with these millions, he could just give up his detective identity and live in another state. Who wants to enter the "Robbery-Murder Division"!

Free America, gunfights every day!

Dean has no intention of working for the Americans.

He responded perfunctorily: "Okay, I get it."

"Well, I'll wait for your good news."

After that, the other party hung up the phone directly.

"A fucking double-faced undercover."

Dean thought hard for a moment, rubbed his still heavy head, his eyelids began to droop, and he fell asleep again, unable to resist the confusion and sleepiness in his mind.

Countless fragments of memory rushed in.

In his dream, Dean began to experience another Dean's life

The other side.

Los Angeles Police Department, Anti-Crime and Narcotics Division.

Eve put down her phone, looked at Dean's information on the table, and frowned.

This chess piece gave her a bad feeling.

Even though Eve's tone was harsh on the phone, she actually didn't have many ways to control Dean.

She was able to convince Dean, a rookie, to go undercover because he took the initiative to come to her and wanted to go to the "Robbery-Murder Division".

Other than that.

Eve had no other means to control Dean.

He only needed to give up his police identity, or give up his police identity in the Los Angeles area police station, and he could submit his resume to other state police stations.

After all, in America, being a police officer is just a profession.

"It seems that I must find a way to better control this rookie!"

Eve's eyes flashed with determination!

In principle, bank robbery cases are not under the responsibility of the "Anti-Crime and Drug Enforcement Division".

But this bank robbery case involves Senator Snart.

Once she helps to solve it.

It will be easy for her to take over the position of the captain who is about to retire!

This is a good opportunity!

She must intervene!

And Dean is the only person she can use quietly as the deputy captain.

As long as the other party can get some information about the bank robbery, he can intervene openly, gain the favor of Senator Snart, and break into the upper circle!

Thinking of this, Eve set her sights on Dean's address.

A ray of morning sunlight shone through the car window and projected on Dean's closed eyes.

Hmm~

Dean groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

In his mind, the memories of the two people intersected and merged with each other, as if there were two people living in one body.

After a half-stalling.

Dean's eyes flashed with a lively light again.

He looked at the strange and familiar face in the rearview mirror, rubbed his cheeks with his hands, and squeezed out a stiff smile: "From now on, I am Dean, a Dean who is determined to join the Los Angeles "Robbery-Murder Division" in order to investigate the truth of his father's death!"

Of course, this is the idea of ​​the predecessor.

Dean has no feelings for the family of the predecessor.

He doesn't want to be a detective.

However, for safety reasons.

He needs to eliminate the hidden dangers left by the idiot in his previous life!

Because his father died in a drug investigation case, when he was studying, in order to get close to Mexican drug dealers later, he actually took the initiative to approach Nathan and others, and deliberately revealed that his father was a former detective, with a good background, and could easily join the detective bureau.

After guidance.

Nathan actually thought this was a good idea.

So at the beginning.

Dean's predecessor was intentionally approaching Nathan.

But he didn't expect that after he obtained the registration qualification for the detective bureau because of his background, he was assigned to the anti-gang and drug enforcement department because of his poor grades, and met a pit boss who asked him to find a gang to be an undercover.

Then the idiot in his previous life took the opportunity to return to Nathan's side.

However, those who knew about his previous life's stupidity have died in the cabin.

Strictly speaking.

He is now Dean, a trainee detective with a clean background.

The hidden danger in Dean's mind refers to a woman.

This is related to whether he can safely swallow more than 3.8 million US dollars!

Dean touched the cold gun on his waist, started the car, changed direction, and drove towards Los Angeles.

The Robbery-Murder Division is actually the Major Crime Division.

The Anti-Crime and Drug Enforcement Division is actually the Anti-Crime Group.

In addition, the titles of deputy captain and captain are slightly different in some American TV series due to translation problems. Please follow my own.

The author's understanding of America comes from American TV series and the Internet. Please forgive me if there are common sense errors in it.