Sunny morning.
Dean, wearing a black suit, drove an SUV to the Las Vegas Central Police Station.
This is a modern building that can accommodate hundreds of people. It is luxurious and elegant. There are police SUVs and patrol motorcycles parked under the canopy on the left and right sides.
The good security in Las Vegas is maintained by this large police force.
"Hey Dean, I recognize you. Hero one minute or coward all your life?"
The fat middle-aged police officer, who was leaning against a pillar in the parking lot, wiped the cream on his hands, walked over and shook hands with Dean warmly and forcefully. The lvpd police badge on his chest shone brightly in the sun.
"I'm Thomas Allen, welcome to the Vegas Police Department." The man asked with a concerned expression, "Isn't it time for you to take summer vacation? Why don't you go traveling to relax?"
"Holden Ford called me to collect the pistol that was lost in Lake Mead."
"Oh..." The man's face straightened, with a hint of respect in his expression. Then his eyes lit up and he walked straight past Dean, approached the domineering SUV behind him, and touched the left door passionately, as if he was not stroking a cold metal body, but He is lovingly caring for his wife.
Dean felt his scalp numb.
Isn't it just a big white iron shell and a means of transportation? Is it necessary to be so obsessed with it?
"If I remember correctly, this baby is a new model just released this year, the third generation Ford Bronco, a high-end leisure SUV."
"Good taste."
"I'd like to ask, how much did it cost?"
"The package cost about 13,000 dollars," Dean said casually.
Second-hand cars or other models are much cheaper and can be purchased for two to three thousand dollars, while buying a brand new car only costs eight thousand dollars.
But he prefers the versatile new vehicle. The advantages of this car are obvious. First, it has a large space and ample space to hide weapons.
Second, it has enough horsepower and is strong enough to face all kinds of bad road conditions, making long journeys stress-free.
He did not hesitate to spend 5,000 U.S. dollars in savings for this purpose, and advanced this year's 8,000 U.S. dollars in advance with the band.
Now he only has more than 1,000 knives left in his body.
"so cheap?"
"I have an acquaintance who gave me a discount."
"I see, you have to be careful. Oil prices have skyrocketed in recent years. This gold-eating monster is not easy to maintain, and it is far less economical than Japanese cars." The man hooked his hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to Holden."
…
Inside the police station.
Dean, carrying the briefcase, followed Thomas along the corridor, constantly looking around curiously. Compared to ordinary office buildings, the structure of the police station was more complicated, with each floor divided into countless areas.
Spacious public office areas, interrogation rooms, independent offices, and even holding rooms used to temporarily house prisoners...
In the central public office area, a group of police officers were making calls and taking notes. Several thin prisoners with tattoos or dressed like homeless people were handcuffed to the table.
Not all police officers wear serious, monotonous khaki police uniforms. A considerable number of them wear various suits with shoulder pads, or take off their coats to reveal ties and shirts.
There are the most white people, followed by black people, and there are also sporadic Asian faces.
Among them, about half of the police officers have potbellies and are bloated and out of shape due to frequent consumption of high-calorie foods and irregular work and rest schedules.
But there are more, especially young cops, who are strong and capable, with bulging muscles under their sleeves. They obviously maintain a fitness habit, and their eyes are sharp, making them difficult to mess with at first glance.
"Thomas, don't you only have one daughter, Gretchen? When did you have another son?"
A brown-skinned policeman walked towards me.
"You didn't sleep well last night and your brain cramped?" Thomas blamed. "You don't even recognize the hero who saved our LVPD?"
"Oh, I remembered, you are that Asian kung fu kid in the news, right?"
Dean's face darkened.
"I finally have the opportunity to meet you in person. I am Carol Krauser. I am very curious. What fighting technique did you use to defeat the gunman in Lake Mead? Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, boxing, or Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do. ?”
"Actually, I use the Fist of God (luck)."
Dean answered seriously with a straight face.
As the brown-skinned man made a fuss, another heroic Hispanic policewoman came around, gave Dean a warm hug and treated him to a delicious Mexican taco.
"Little brother, thank you for standing up at that time, otherwise the director would have blasted the brain stems of us poor people."
Walking from the first floor to the second floor, Dean couldn't remember how many police officers stopped him to greet him: pats on the shoulders, thanks and encouragement, and some even left him a phone number to contact him if he needed help.
His heroic act has won the welcome of the COP. But Dean was really flattered by this enthusiasm.
"Sorry, little brother, these guys don't mean any harm."
"I see."
"We're at the place. Holden is inside. I'll go get busy first."
"Bye!"
Corner on the second floor.
Dean knocked on the office door.
Crunch——
The door opens.
The black-haired man stuck his head out, grinning warmly, and stretched out his hand to shake Dean's hand.
"Come in and sit down. You came a few days later than I expected. We have to hurry up."
"You're not surprised at all. Do you think I will come?"
Dean sat on the chair opposite the desk and looked around. The room was very shabby, with white walls on all sides. It was only a little larger than an ordinary bathroom. There was only a cabinet for files, a desk, two chairs, and a water dispenser. nothing.
"I said, we both have the same qualities, so we will naturally recognize each other, and I have already regarded you as one of my own." Holden took out the Colt M1911A1 from the drawer, "Put your things away, don't do anything this time Lost it again.”
Dean took the gun and held it with both hands, feeling a familiar sense of security wash over him.
He suddenly tensed his arms and aimed his gun at Holden Ford, who was across the table.
Click.
Turn off insurance,
Pull the slide to depress the hammer.
He has a cold expression and sharp eyes.
"Now, Holden, are you still so confident?"
"Stop playing, there are no bullets in the gun."
Dean shrugged upon hearing this, loosened his hand, and hung the pistol on his index finger.
"Do you have a holster? Give me one."
"Give."
Holden showed Dean how to properly holster the gun.
Then put your elbows on the desk, put your palms together to support your chin,
"Back to the topic, congratulations. You came to me. You made a wise decision and chose a bright road that is legal and compliant."
"With me, the mistakes you made in the past will be wiped out and you can start over."
"The death of Bob and his son has nothing to do with me. I'm not here to surrender to you and admit my mistakes. I just want to find an opportunity to hone myself." Dean put Colt into the briefcase and emphasized,
"Well, since you are here, the result is not important." Holden nodded,
Dean then said,
"After the Lake Mead incident, I deeply realized that the United States is too chaotic, and we must master more self-defense knowledge and skills. And you mentioned the LVPD volunteers last time."
"I checked and found that this part-time job has free working hours. I can wait until I have time to apply for assistance tasks. Moreover, I can practice my skills and shooting skills, and there are some meager subsidies."
"The most important thing is that it is easy to get started. With my clean family background and the medal of courage I received not long ago, I only need to file a case at the police station to get this job!"
Holden shook his head and smiled,
"Volunteers are not as interesting and exciting as you think. Most of the time, they drive around Las Vegas and patrol, killing time boringly. So I have some extra arrangements for you."
"Additional arrangements?"
Dean asked doubtfully,
"Holden, isn't your FBI very busy and needs to travel across the country to handle cases? But as far as I know, you have been at the LVPD for more than a month and you want to continue to stay. Do you still have time to arrange and guide me?"
Dean couldn't figure out what the identity of this FBI was in the Las Vegas Police Department?
"Exuberant curiosity is the ladder of progress, I will satisfy you."
Holden smiled and leaned back in his seat.
"I came from the Behavioral Sciences Division in Quantico, Virginia, and my previous job was interviewing notorious murderers in various prisons, like the Son of Sam."
“I communicated with these felons, recorded their murder experiences, and summarized a set of methods that can be used to solve crimes. Then I took these methods and theories to police stations across the country to preach, and occasionally assisted local police stations in solving murder cases. "
Holden paused and said calmly,
"But like you, I don't like to follow the rules. I like to use risky methods outside the rules, and I don't want to get involved in disgusting politics. Therefore, I offended two of my immediate bosses in the Behavioral Science Department and was 'exiled' to Las Vegas." Vacation'."
"It's got to be at least a year."
Dean suddenly realized.
Interview the murderer.
So this guy is acting like a psycho because he interacted with the murderer too much and was stunned?
Dean glanced at the simple environment around him.
"LVPD doesn't pay much attention to you?"
"Don't get me wrong, the director values me very much and gives me full freedom. I also requested this room on my own initiative. The simple environment can sharpen the mind and keep people focused. At the beginning, when our Behavioral Science Department was founded, it was completely different. I stayed in the drafty basement for several years." Holden said wistfully,
"Well, Mr. Hard and Simple, what special arrangements do you have for me?"
Holden smiled, his eyes so hot that Dean felt uncomfortable all over.
"You are the biggest surprise in my trip to Las Vegas, a strong horse with great potential. Your peers are still thinking about how to sleep with more beautiful girls, but you are already thinking of ways to kill them secretly. More criminals and an amazing record.”
Dean's eyelids twitched,
"This joke is not funny at all."
Holden continued,
"If you are joking, then just be joking. In order to prevent you from going astray, I will personally lead you to investigate the case for part of the future to let you understand the rules and methods."
"In addition, for the sake of your mental health, I will also provide you with psychological counseling after encountering certain special cases. I hope you can answer questions honestly and candidly and don't be so defensive against me."
He looked up, his eyes sincere,
"Dean, are you willing to come with me to complete this great undertaking?"
"Is this job still essentially a volunteer job?" Dean asked,
"Well, it's not a formal COP. You have free time. There are no other restrictions except abiding by the basic rules and regulations. I also told the director that from now on, you don't have to patrol during your work time, but will be allocated by me. Don't worry, I will Taking full consideration of your academic pressure, you can leave at any time if you don’t want to stay anymore.”
After thinking about it for half a minute, Dean hesitated and said,
"Sounds good, but will I be your experimental subject and expose my personal privacy?"
"What do you want?"
Dean's eyes narrowed into slits, and a faint golden light flashed.
"Such a difficult job is not voluntary labor, right? How much is the salary?"
"Forehead…"
The confident smile on Holden's handsome face froze for a moment, and he quickly wiped a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.
"Young people shouldn't care too much about how much money they can earn. That's too snobbish and will seriously hinder your future development and prospects. You should focus on what kind of training you can get from a career."
"Are you serious? I'm not interested in working for free."
Dean sighed, turned around and left without any regrets.
"I'll help you apply for a subsidy! Volunteers get a meager subsidy."
Holden's eyelids twitched, and he stood up suddenly, pressed his hand on the table and shouted to stay,
"If you can't apply, I will subsidize you privately, 300 dollars a month."
"Wouldn't you have said this earlier?" Dean sat down again and crossed his legs.
He still had more than a thousand dollars which was enough for the time being, but he just wanted to defeat this guy who liked to show off.
"What do you say now?"
"Go and register as a volunteer first." Holden took out a briefcase from under the table and put it under his arm. "Then, I have a case on hand that has just been revealed. Let's go take a look."
