Chapter 64: Attacked
Harry rarely travels far.
On the plane, he was a little excited, looking left and right.
Gradually.
Harry noticed something was wrong.
He patted Dean, who was silent all the way and was dozing with his sunglasses on: "Man, why do I seem to only see a black man on this flight?"
Dean turned his head, pulled off his sunglasses, glanced around pretendingly, and said with surprise on his face: "It seems like this, why?"
In fact, he already knew what kind of virtue there was in Texas.
Texas is a place where white supremacy and racism are concentrated, and discrimination is serious. Mexicans of black and white, white Indian, and white and yellow mixed blood are fine and not strange.
Black people do.
However, he might need a helper along the way. Lawrence had scruples and it was inconvenient, so Dean had no choice but to trick Harry into following him.
I hope the police sent by the Texas Division will take Detective Harry's identity into consideration and not make the situation tense.
Think of this.
Dean was vaccinated in advance: "By the way, Harry, we don't have law enforcement rights this time, and we don't carry weapons. When we get there, if you encounter any grievances, just endure it for now, and I will help you find your place." ,I swear!"
Harry nodded and said, "Well, I don't know why. When you say this, I feel even weirder. I have a bad premonition."
Harry, you feel so right.
Dean smiled without saying a word and put on his sunglasses again.
Four hours later.
del rio airport.
Among a group of taxi drivers who were robbing passengers, Dean noticed an old white man holding a sign with his and Harry's names written on it.
Dean immediately walked over with Harry, who was looking around, and greeted the old man: "Del Rio branch?"
When the old man saw Dean, he put down the sign and muttered, "I don't understand why you guys came here. It's really troublesome."
"My best brother is from Texas. He always said that there are the best wine and women here. I have always been doubtful." Dean held the old man's hand: "But I smell the wine on you. Taste, I know he didn’t lie to me.”
This old man drove here drunk.
day!
But the old man was amused by Dean's words and laughed: "Yes, your brother didn't lie to you. I am Marago, the senior police officer of the Del Rio branch. I like your character very much. We must go for a drink tonight." One cup!”
"I'm Detective Dean, and I'm looking forward to the evening." Dean also smiled.
After a few words, the two of them became enthusiastic.
Harry on the side was unwilling to be left alone and wanted to join in.
"Wow, man, did you come here drinking?" Harry looked familiar and stretched out his hand towards Marago: "I'm Detective Harry, old man. I smell the alcohol on you and I feel... We have a common language.”
"Go away, nigger!" When Marago saw Harry, his expression changed, he glared at him, and looked at Dean with some dissatisfaction: "Detective Dean, don't tell me, this is also your detective bureau. The people who were sent here, don’t they know that niggas are not welcome here?”
Harry stood aside blankly.
Since becoming a police detective, he hasn't heard anyone call him a nigger for a long time.
The key is that this person is actually a police officer.
Dean was equally speechless.
I'm really afraid of what I'm going to do.
It seems that Del Rio's proximity to the border has made the precinct members here more deeply influenced by the culture of white supremacy.
He quickly stood between Marago and Harry: "Marago, Harry is a very good police detective and has many connections in Los Angeles. There is no need to speak so stiffly."
Malago smiled disdainfully: "It's up to you. Anyway, I won't let him sit in the front seat of my car. The back seat of the car is fine. I usually use it to pull prisoners!"
"FK!"
Even with Dean's early vaccination, Harry still couldn't help it.
He raised his fist and was about to punch the old guy.
Dean held Harry's fist, his expression became cold, and he looked at Marago: "It's getting late, let's go to the Del Rio branch earlier."
"snort!"
Marago snorted coldly: "Dean, I take back my previous comment. All white people who hang out with black people are idiots. You don't have a few hairs on your body. You are not worthy of drinking with me. Go drink milk!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
This old thing!
A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes, and he whispered to Harry: "Harry, bear with it for now, and I will help you teach this bastard a lesson when you are done."
"Okay." Harry also remembered that he didn't even have a gun now, and he wilted.
He finally knew what Lawrence's words meant now.
First day out of Los Angeles.
homesick!
The airport is still more than a hundred miles away from the Del Rio branch.
Harry shrugged his head and sat in the back seat blocked by the iron railing without saying a word.
He believed Dean.
For safety reasons, Dean sat in the passenger seat.
In this way, if the old guy Malago does something wrong, he can defeat the opponent as soon as possible.
Malago may have mistaken Dean for a pure-blood white man, so he did not resist.
Because of the previous verbal conflict.
Along the way, the car felt a little dull.
This old guy has a disgusting personality, but his behavior is wild.
An M4 was thrown under his seat, next to two empty Texas specialty beers, and Marago was still holding a whiskey bottle in his right hand.
The most people do when driving is to smoke a cigarette.
Malago had to take a sip of whiskey every few minutes.
If it weren't for the wide lanes here, with few vehicles and people.
For safety reasons, Dean would choose to drive himself anyway.
As the car went farther and farther away.
The surrounding environment became more and more desolate. Looking at it, it was all earthy yellow Gobi. Occasionally seeing a plant would make people's eyes brighten.
This scene is very similar to the opening scene in some bloody horror movies.
Maybe it was boring.
Malago threw a palm-sized glass bottle to Dean from a box beside him: "You look like a descendant of Italy and ancient Rome, but you have less hair on your body, which doesn't look manly at all."
As he said, he also tore open his short shirt, revealing his chest full of "pandas".
Considering that he would need the help of the police here later, Dean should not make the relationship too stiff before leaving, so he did not refuse Malago's kindness.
He pulled off the cap and gulped down the wine, then exhaled a large mouthful of strong alcohol: "Not bad, if it's iced, it's more to my taste."
Malago looked at the empty bottle and was dumbfounded: "FK, this is not beer, man, I admit I said the wrong thing, you are not a softie."
Dean was about to say something.
Bang~
Accompanied by a gunshot spreading over the wilderness.
A bullet hit the left rearview mirror of the police car.
"Enemy attack!"
Malago reacted very quickly, turning the steering wheel very skillfully, and the police car drifted into the low-lying area on one side of the road. At the same time, he grabbed the M4 under the seat, and without even looking, he fired back in the direction of the bullet.
In the sound of clattering.
Malago looked fanatical: "Haha, it must be a panicked stowaway, Dean, call for support quickly, I want to make a great contribution today!"
The other party probably thought he was a policeman who was tracking him, so he shot.
Just a rifle!
Malago was fearless!
He threw the pager to Dean, kicked open the car door, and lay outside, ready to contain the enemy.
The next moment.
Ta-ta-ta~
Dozens of bullets were fired from several directions, splashing dust on the grass in front of Malago.
There were at least four enemies, and they were all equipped with rifles!
"FK!"
Malago's heart sank, and his red face full of alcohol showed ferocity. While fighting back, he shouted: "Dean, drive away quickly, I'll cover you!"
I'm afraid it's troublesome this time!
I hope that after today, I will have a chance to drink the beer brewed by my daughter
Thanks to the two book friends 160723130207673 and 160817183024339 for their rewards, and thank you two bosses.