Super Detective in the Fictional World

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However, John McLean’s warning was calm, but he just stretched out his 2 hands and pressed his eye socket, as if he wanted to make him more awake.

Dustin’s mind relaxed: Sure enough it was undying cockroach McLean. Only Luke can slap him … well, maybe not.

Luke was actually very thin-skinned, so he would go on the street like John now, maybe he would turn his face.

Thinking so, he waved his hand and Connie and Joe stepped forward to hang the last piece of “equipment” for John.

“Wait for you to get off, we will be 2 blocks away, ready to meet you at any time.” Dustin told him.

John yawned, his eyes widened: “Huh? Dustin, that’s awesome. What is this trying to do? 2 blocks away, are you kidding?”

Dustin’s face is full of face: “That” Simon “is the request. If he doesn’t do what he said, then he will make another subway station explosion.”

John opened his mouth wide, speechless for a while.

Dustin smiled bitterly: “FBI, the Department of Homeland Security also has someone coming. They are in contact with us. They will also help and will not let you have an accident.”

John sneered: “Of course, no one listens to Gosimon when I die. Who is this guy? Why is he staring at me?”

Everyone in the car, even Billy, who was driving in front, was silent: Why did you stare at you? You have only been working for eleven days this month, and you have killed two gangsters. It ’s normal for anyone to stare at you!

Only Dustin explained patiently: “We don’t know, but he said it must be you. So now we can only do so, in order to buy time, find clues, and pull out this guy.”

John laughed all over his face: “Wow, it feels good to be needed. Isn’t my mandatory vacation 2 days?”

Dustin: “In fact, there is only one day, that is, today, now the vacation is cancelled.”

John: “… Congratulations. You partnered with Gosimon, ruining my best” vacation. “

The crowd was silent again.

Dustin, who was brought in alongside Gou Simon, was also not angry.

Instead of him in John’s position now, the word “Go” will never be given to Simon alone.

John let out a vent and was too lazy to talk nonsense: “OK, I’m so happy.”

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the rear door of the logistics vehicle, looked at the sky outside, screamed to take a deep breath, and went on.

Two large boards tied together put him around, one after the other hung there, making his actions less convenient.

Dustin finally said: “According to the requirements, we will pick you up in ten or five minutes.”

John nodded with a smile: “Don’t worry, I will be killed on this street in up to 5 minutes.”

There was another silence, and only Dustin said: “Go, Billy.”

As soon as Billy’s steering wheel flicked, the logistics vehicle turned around and galloped away, leaving only the solitary John standing on the street.

An old black lady came across from the opposite side, her gaze stayed on the wooden board in front of his chest. The expression was a little angry and a little sighed, but after all, she said nothing.

John felt bitter in his heart and stood helplessly around the street.

The sidewalk at this street was empty, and there was no car on the street.

The afternoon sun slanted diagonally, illuminating everything dignified at this intersection.

There was only one men’s boxer briefs and two planks of John Jingzuo standing all over him, standing in the street, very eye-catching.

I saw three words written from top to bottom with black spray paint on the wooden board with white background, namely “I”, “hate” and “niggers”.

And more than 20 meters away, a group of African-American youngsters are dancing with music on the roadside, and hehe haha ​​is playing.

John swallowed and felt that he should have brought a bottle of water with him, and now he can relieve his dry mouth.

Amidst this fearful torment, a tall black man emerged from the shop across the street. He quickly walked across the street and stood inexplicably close to John.

Pushing the tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose and frowning at the three words on the wooden board on John’s chest, the tall black man said hello, “Good afternoon, this gentleman.”

John looked at the other person’s height of almost 1.9 m, and then looked at the man who was in front of 1.8 meters. He said: “Good afternoon.”

The tall black man looked at his expression and felt that things might not be as they thought.

Although it is indeed abnormal to stand on the street wearing only tights, this person’s expression is not like a complete mental illness.

Unable to bear asked, “Sir, did you encounter any problems? But even if you can’t think about it, you don’t have to kill yourself in this way?”

John: “… Someone might think I was” suicide “.”

Tall black man: “what?”

……

In the logistics vehicle, Dustin didn’t speak, just took out his phone and sent a message: John has arrived, have you found anything over there?

Luke, who had just left the second subway station in Brooklyn, did not reply immediately. Instead, he saw the information from the projection of the small snail on the polarizer, and then Selena sent a message.

Dustin looked at the reply and settled down.

Luke is already investigating, and said that there is a clue, that is really a clue.

For Luke, Dustin has his own judgment.

If it is not, it is really not.

If there is any progress or clues, it is not small.

And the criminals who usually find “a little clue” will basically have an ending soon, either dead or arrested.

The only thing that worried Dustin was that the criminals this time were not ordinary gangs, but empty members by fair means or foul.

To deal with such people, the real problem is often not to seize them.

Grasping people is probably the 1st Step to solve the problem.

Like this time, they have to figure out how many backers this empty-handed man has placed in New York.

Otherwise, if a doubtful point is missed, another subway station explosion may occur.

Thinking in his heart, he finally said: “Is there any news from the FBI and the Homeland Security Department? What are they trying to do, pretend to die?”

Connie shook his head: “Boss, no news came, but asked us several times about our gains.”

Dustin rubbed his forehead and knew he couldn’t think of human nature as too beautiful.

For most people, the sooner this case ends, the better.

But for some people in the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security, the case is best if they are closed in their hands.

The major event really happened, which was also jointly undertaken by NYPD, FBI, and the Department of Homeland Security.

If everyone does not play a good role, then they all have responsibilities.

Compared with the credit for detecting such a shocking case, some people’s humanity can be put aside.

Dustin doesn’t have this idea, but he can’t stop the other 2 parties from having this idea.

What made him more helpless was that it happened so coincidentally.

If he hadn’t torn his face with Brad a few days earlier, how could Brad help a little.

But after talking with Luke that day, he clearly refused Brad’s request to give way.

Now, Brad made a phone call, and asked him to solve the case as soon as possible. The other words were not mentioned.