Chapter 41: Anthony, Who Is Hiding His True Colors, and Dean Lee, Who Is Reluctant to Give up (4,000 Words Long Chapter, Please Read It)

Chapter 41 Anthony is so hidden that he refuses but still refuses Dean Lee (4,000 words long chapter, please read it later)

"Dude, this... this joke is not funny at all!" Looking at the blades, needles, and pistols in front of him, the elite lawyer lost his sharp words and stuttered.

"Joke?"

The smile on Dean's face faded a little: "Why do you think this is a joke, just because you are a guild lawyer?"

Bang!

The chair fell to the ground.

The poor lawyer had no power to resist, and was strangled by Dean's hand, and the whole person was lifted up, staring at the air.

He grabbed Dean's hands with both hands, his eyes full of horror.

Madman!

This is a madman!

He actually attacked himself in the detective bureau!

Damn, I can't breathe!

At this moment.

Countless thoughts emerged in the mind of this experienced lawyer, and finally all of them were fixed on the surveillance light in the interrogation room that was no longer on.

Now here, in the surveillance blind spot! ! !

The oxygen in the lawyer's body was rapidly consumed.

In terror.

In just over ten seconds, the face of this well-dressed lawyer had been flushed by the blocked blood, like a prawn that had been cooked, with a ferocious expression.

Amodio, who was standing by, was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he shrank into a ball.

He wanted to run.

But his handcuffed hands fixed him to the chair and he couldn't move at all.

Amodio could only curl up his head and pray that Dean would not notice him.

At this moment, he was no longer as violent as when he committed the crime.

Just when the lawyer thought he was going to die.

Snap~

Dean suddenly let go of his hand.

The lawyer fell to the ground, holding his throat and coughing violently, breathing heavily regardless of the saliva splashing and snot running.

Survived!

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance." Dean threw the pistol in front of the lawyer: "Either shoot me or tell me who asked you to be Amodio's lawyer!"

The election is approaching.

Unless the head of the Los Angeles Truckers' Union has shit in his head, he will let the lawyer in front of him defend the murderer of the previous serial home invasion murder case.

As soon as this news spreads.

The head of the Los Angeles Truckers' Union will step down on the spot!

"No!" The lawyer hurriedly crawled back.

He is not stupid.

This gun cannot be fired 100%. If it is touched, fingerprints will be left, and his death will be in vain!

"Please let me go. I will not defend Amodio. You can do whatever you want to him. Let me go. I will leave immediately and am willing to sign a confidentiality agreement on this matter!" The lawyer knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

The confidence of these people is only effective for those who follow the rules.

But Dean in front of him looks like a pervert no matter how you look at it!

"It's hard for me to deal with you not cooperating with my treatment." Dean shook his head regretfully: "But I admire people with professional ethics. Since you don't want to speak, I won't force you."

The lawyer's eyes lighted up again!

He lay on the ground, looking at Dean eagerly, hoping to hear from this madman that he was willing to let him go.

Looking at the light of hope in the lawyer's eyes.

Dean grinned, his eyes full of indifference to life: "So, before I finish treating Amodio, Mr. Lawyer, think of the epitaph for you and your family, just as a reward for your silence."

The light of hope in the lawyer's eyes broke.

The door of the interrogation room must be opened from the outside.

The gun on the ground is definitely a trap.

The madman in front of him was not prepared to give him a chance to live, and even threatened him with the lives of his entire family!

At this moment.

The lawyer was full of despair.

Because, if he spoke, it would be the same ending!

"Ahhh!"

The lawyer suddenly howled and rushed up from the ground. Instead of rushing towards Dean, he rushed towards Amodio who was shrinking like an ostrich: "FK, You, it's all you bastard who ruined me, go to hell!"

Bang~

Before he could get close to Amodio.

Dean kicked him away: "Think about it again."

After that, Dean ignored the lawyer lying on the ground, grabbed Amodio's hair, pulled his head down suddenly, and forced him to look at himself.

Amodio has not rested for a moment since he was arrested. His spirit has been tense, and his eyes are full of bloodshot.

He looked at Dean in front of him with horror.

Damn it.

Isn't this the territory of the Detective Bureau!

This madman openly abused prisoners here and even threatened lawyers. Are there still human rights and laws in this world!

"Tsk tsk tsk." Dean picked up a piece of thin paper and slowly covered his face: "Mr. Amodio, I'm sorry to see you here. I originally thought that the murderer who could torture three women would be a good patient for treatment, but your current performance has disappointed me."

Hu~

Amodio quickly blew away the paper on his face: "I was forced. If I didn't do that, Bill would kill me!"

"Really?"

Dean was not in a hurry. He bent down and picked up the water bottle under Amodio, imitating Amodio's tone at the beginning:

"No! I haven't played enough!"

". Got it, butcher, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you, and I look forward to the start of the next game."

Hearing these words.

Amodio's pupils contracted violently, and his heart almost stopped!

damn it!

Wasn't this the last phone call he had with Bill?

Dean looked at Amodio, who was extremely frightened, and had an idea.

He continued to stimulate:

"Amodio, Lucifer and the others didn't tell you that we had installed monitoring software on Bill's cell phone.

Oh, right.

The reason why you were arrested so quickly is because a "good Samaritan" reported your location.

Let me guess, did they fool you, saying that they would arrange everything so that you would be fine, so you foolishly just surrendered? "

Amodio gritted his teeth.

Will not!

Lucifer entrusted such an important matter to me, he couldn't have asked me to take the initiative to die!

The madman in front of me.

You must be scamming me!

Terrified to the extreme!

The violence in Amodio's heart rose instead.

He glared at Dean fiercely: "Who are you? I swear, I will kill you, and then kill all the members of the opposite sex in your family!"

Dean's face darkened: "Very good, the treatment has begun. By the way, my name is Dean. Don't forget it when you meet Satan!"

"Dean!"

"You're Dean!"

Amodeo's eyes almost jumped out of their sockets, turned into flames, and burned Dean to ashes: "Asshole, I... ugh~"

Stuff Amodio's mouth with paper.

Dean expressionlessly picked up a piece of thin paper, wet it, and covered Amodio's face.

Accompanied by Amodio's rapid breathing.

The flexible and absorbent paper immediately fit tightly near his nose.

Oxygen intake is lost.

Amodeo struggled wildly, but his hands could not escape the restraints of the handcuffs.

The surface was covered with sheets of fine paper, and layers of ice and water infected it.

After a while.

Amodio's whole body began to twitch, and a foul stench spread from his body.

He was incontinent.

aside.

The lawyer who was struggling to fight Dean with his gun looked at the miserable Amodio, choked up his saliva, and said weakly: "I said, I said, it was the people from the Dagger Gang who called me Amodio. Defending!”

"Very good, Mr. Lawyer, it seems your treatment is very effective." Dean squatted down: "Tell me, what's going on with the Dagger Gang!"

The Trucking Association is a major guild in the United States.

In the early years, they were actually gangs.

Now it's just a clean slate.

Ordinary gangs would not dare to take action against the Trucking Association's lawyers.

Especially so close to an election.

The lawyer glanced at Amodio, who was almost silent, and spoke very quickly: "The Dagger Gang is the largest violent gang in Los Angeles. They threaten me with the lives of my family. I don't dare to refuse. As long as you protect my family, , I am willing to come forward to testify against the Dagger Gang!"

Know the goal.

Dean picked up the plastic pen on the side, removed the refill, inserted it into Amodio's throat, and punched him in the chest.

Phew~

The smelly air immediately rushed out of the pen tube.

Amodio is alive again.

Do it all.

Dean took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff and threw it to the lawyer. With his blank eyes, he took out his police detective card, pointed to the police badge on it and said: "Remember, this is the largest violent gang in Los Angeles. , you will be glad you received my treatment today."

After saying that, he picked up the pistol and the objects on the table and walked out of the interrogation room door that had been opened.

In fact, if the lawyer really helps Amodeo, he will really die.

The Dagger Gang will be silenced.

The truck guild that reacted would not let him go.

behind.

The lawyer watched Dean leave, picked up the cigarette on the ground, put it into his mouth, blew out a few puffs, and whispered: "Thank you, Detective Dean."

He understood the meaning of Dean's words.

Just before that.

He had no choice at all.

Outside the interrogation room.

Anthony looked at Dean with a complicated expression: "You are even wilder than I thought."

He originally wanted to say crazy and perverted.

In fact, Dean's performance inside just now didn't feel like a performance at all, but more like showing his true colors.

"Thank you for the compliment." Dean leaned against the wall: "The Dagger Gang mentioned by the lawyer should be related to the Lucifer Game Organization. In addition, Amodio, I can see that he seems to feel that Lucifer's people lied to him. , so I suspect he was arrested with a purpose.”

"I know." Anthony took out a cigarette and put it into Dean's mouth, and lit it for him with his own hands: "I guess there is something wrong with this lawyer, but I don't care."

"Why?", Dean was confused.

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Dean like this.

In the interrogation room earlier, Dean did not look like a 21-year-old young man who had just graduated from the police academy for half a year. Instead, he looked like a seasoned torturer and a butcher who had no regard for life.

It's time to get back to normal.

Anthony thought for a moment and explained: “Because he represents the Trucking Association.

Dean, do more and you will make more mistakes, do less and you will make more mistakes.

There are many factions in the FBI.

I would rather listen to the above and pretend not to know, so that if something goes wrong later, the Trucking Association will take the blame.

But if I intervene.

The unlucky ones are me and the newcomers below me.

This is politics, and it is the first lesson I teach you. "

He stretched out his palm and said, "Let's get to know Anthony Morgan again. He is a veteran of the FBI and a training instructor for new recruits. Currently, we are short of someone who can inherit my abilities. I am very optimistic about you, Dean."

Dean held out his hand: "Dean Lee, a rookie detective who is hiding his true colors. Anthony, are you sure you can take me down?"

"I have personally taught more than 300 students. Some have died, some have quit, but there are still many who are scattered in various departments across the United States, forming a special network of contacts."

Anthony shook Dean's hand and said seriously: "Dean, this is the second lesson I taught you. To get involved, you must first have a background and connections, and then the ability! Think about it carefully. After dealing with Amodio, I will give you the information from Bill and teach you the third lesson by the way."

"Okay, I also happen to be going to participate in the Add a good friend's funeral, but I'm curious about what the third lesson is. "

"Kill them all!"

Anthony's sunken eyes revealed a coldness: "You must remember that many criminals, once they are caught and lose everything, will form an obsession with revenge, and our family is the best target for venting!"

He looked directly into Dean's eyes: "So once you catch those brutal criminals who have the opportunity to get out of prison, you must learn to deal with them reasonably, and don't leave hidden dangers for yourself and your family!"

Dean maintained the last reserve on his face: "Mr. Anthony, I am looking forward to the third lesson!"

After speaking, he waved his hand and turned away.

Fuck!

This old man is so fucking to my taste!

Dean seemed calm at this time, but he was actually howling in his heart.

He has connections and is to his taste.

Dean made up his mind.

After attending Mars' funeral, he will follow Anthony, the little old man.

Holding thighs, not shabby.

I won't join the FBI, at least not for the time being.

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Today’s update adds up to more than 6,000 words, which is three chapters.