Chapter 53 I Did Good Things, Why Do You Say I Am Blackmailing?

What do most rich people fear the most?

First, they are afraid of death.

Second, they are afraid of losing their money.

Hutu is now facing the threat of death.

The stinging pain in his forehead keeps reminding him that Dean in front of him is a madman who does not care about the consequences.

Save your life first, then take revenge!

The resentment in Hutu's eyes flashed away, and his shrinking old face squeezed out an ugly smile: "Detective Dean, Sheen is my financial director, and he knows a lot of things that I can't expose. I don't want to cause trouble for more than one million US dollars, so I just let him go."

"Is it that simple?" Dean looked at the ashtray again.

Don't say, this thing is quite handy.

Hutu noticed Dean's sight, and his body trembled with fear, and his voice was crying: "I swear to Jesus, what I said is true. Sheen said he would return the money, but later his phone was unreachable. I guess he ran away and I don't bother to care."

Dean saw that he didn't seem to be lying, and then a smile appeared on his face.

He kindly helped Hu Tu up from the ground: "Mr. Hu Tu, how can you be so careless that you can fall down while walking, and you are in such a state, do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

"No, no, I have a private doctor." Hu Tu looked at the ashtray that was still dripping with blood, and ignored the blood on his head pouring into his mouth: "Mr. Detective, it's really not necessary, it's just a fall, calling an ambulance will make too much noise."

Just wait!

Damn bastard!

The more embarrassed I am now, the more I will make you regret it later!

Hu Tu screamed in his heart!

"Well," Dean nodded with satisfaction at Hutu's understanding: "That's good. By the way, Mr. Hutu, because of my teacher, I know a lot of people from special agencies.

Such as FBI, CIA, NSA, IRS, etc.

You run such a big company, and it is inevitable that you will encounter some difficulties in normal operations. You may go to jail for a small matter.

Prison is very dangerous. It is easy to choke to death when drinking water.

We know each other now.

Is there anything I can help you with?"

"FBI, CIA and IRS (internal tax)", Hutu choked and even forgot the pain in his forehead. He looked at Dean with a dull expression: "Who is your teacher?"

Dean smiled faintly: "An ordinary old man in the FBI. He has been in office for a long time and has taught more students. There are hundreds of people in total. The greetings he receives every Christmas will make his mobile phone freeze."

Hutu: "."

Outside the office door.

Lawrence played with his fingers in boredom.

Dean and the fat old man Hutu had been in there for more than 40 minutes. They should have finished dismembering the body.

Why didn't he come out?

Just then.

Creak~

The office door finally opened!

Before Lawrence turned around, he heard Hutu's secretary Annie exclaim: "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Here it comes!

It's finally coming!

Lawrence turned around with a bitter face, ready to face Hutu's backlash.

The next moment.

He opened his mouth wide.

"FK, am I hallucinating!!!"

Lawrence yelled in his heart.

What did he see?

Hutu was actually bent over, his face covered in blood, but he tried to force a smile to send Dean out.

If I saw it right.

He even saw that Dean's jacket pockets and trousers pockets were bulging, filled with US dollars that couldn't be squeezed out.

Am I crazy, or is God crazy? ? ?

"Mr. Hutu, we still have cases to deal with, so I won't waste your time." Dean patted Hutu on the shoulder.

Hutu pushed the secretary who came over and nodded: "It's a small matter, a small matter. If it weren't for the efforts of you selfless detectives, Los Angeles would not be as stable as it is now."

"Yeah."

Dean nodded and pulled the confused Lawrence out.

Watching the two disappearing backs.

Hutu's smile faded, and he grimaced in pain: "FK, if I find out you are bluffing me, I will make you into a human stick and put you in Mexico as an art exhibition!"

"Boss"

Secretary Annie wanted to say something.

Hutu slapped her: "Bitch, are you blind? Call a private doctor for me!"

For him.

Women are toilets.

If you feel comfortable using it, spend some money to decorate it.

If you don't feel comfortable, just change it.

After leaving the company.

Lawrence finally couldn't hold it anymore and stopped Dean: "Man, what's going on? If you are just threatening, we must be careful that this fat black guy is playing dirty."

"Relax."

Dean was very satisfied with Lawrence's "we" statement.

He took out a dozen small-denomination US dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into Lawrence's shirt pocket: "This black fat guy has a dirty bottom, don't dare to mess with me."

This money is his reward to Lawrence.

Before, he used violence.

It was to solve the case quickly and to test Lawrence to see his reaction.

He did not disappoint Dean.

"But..." Lawrence touched the US dollars in his pocket, which was more than one month's salary, and his expression was uneasy: "If we beat people, at most we will be fired and pay some money, but blackmailing will be a big trouble."

In America, because of the electoral system, almost all wealthy people who have reached a certain size will have close ties with those powerful people.

The chaebols can even influence the presidential election.

Although Hutu, a multimillionaire, can't do that, it's still very easy for him to get rid of the two powerless detectives.

"What blackmail?"

Dean looked at Lawrence in confusion: "This money is obviously Mr. Hutu's fall, and we treated him in time, and he gave us a thank you."

"Huh?"

Lawrence felt that his worldview was overturned.

It's not that he hasn't seen black police.

But it's the first time he has seen such an arrogant black police like Dean in Los Angeles.

"By the way, Mr. Hutu will send a thank-you letter to the Fourth Squadron in a few days to express our gratitude for his selfless help." Dean blinked: "Good people should be rewarded!"

"Are you right?"

Without waiting for Lawrence to answer, Dean laughed and walked towards the car.

Lawrence touched the money in his pocket and glanced at Dean's back. He felt a little bit of pampering in his heart, and at the same time, the anxiety and excitement turned into adrenaline, making his heart beat faster.

"It feels... good."

"At least that ashtray is very refreshing to see!"

Lawrence's face trembled, and he followed with a ferocious smile.

Dean's temper was too much to his taste.

Lawrence didn't know why Dean was so confident, but he believed that Dean was not a fool!

On the way back to the police station.

Dean got off the car and bought a big snack gift bag.

This was a thank-you gift for the clerk Daisy.

He was naturally not a fool.

Lawrence didn't know.

Before meeting Hutu, Dean asked Daisy to help him check Hutu's personal information to make sure that he could afford to offend him before taking action.

All this was to test Lawrence.

A single tree can't make a forest.

Dean also had his first confidant in the police station.

The only pity is.

Hu Tu called all the colleagues in the company who had a good relationship with Xien, but no one knew about Xien's private life.

At this time.

Harry also made a major discovery.

There is one more chapter.

It is expected to be released after midnight.

You can read it tomorrow. I would like to say good night to my brothers in advance.