Chapter 130 Me: Dean Lucchese, the future mafia boss?

Airport.

Dean was holding a temporary sign, leaning on the car, smoking a cigarette, and making eye contact with the single beauty who was attracted by his appearance from time to time.

Less than half an hour.

He already had almost twenty pieces of small notes and business cards in his pocket.

Because of the weather.

The flight is somewhat delayed.

But calculating the time, it should have arrived.

Dean cheered up and observed the crowd coming out.

These two bastards have been wandering away and haven't come back for almost three or four years.

So Dean's memory of the two of them is already a little blurry.

The second uncle is a pure Italian guy. He is good-looking, but he has put on weight. He is a very charming fat man with a cheerful personality and is very generous to juniors like them.

The eldest brother, Baker, has brown hair and blue eyes, and his appearance is more Irish, which is the so-called British guy.

In Dean's memory.

Baker is a bit bigger than him and has perfectly inherited Grandma Dean's genes.

Predictable.

When Baker is in his thirties or forties, he will have a Mediterranean hairstyle with obvious regional characteristics and transform from a handsome boy to a bald man.

Just when he was having random thoughts.

There was a commotion at the exit of the airport.

Several tall security guards surrounded two familiar figures carrying large and small bags. Around them, there was a middle-aged bald white man sitting on the ground, covering the right side of his face, with his mouth full of blood.

Apparently, there was a fight.

"This eldest brother has a bit of a hot temper."

With a smile on his face, Dean dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, hung his police detective card on his chest, pushed past the crowd of onlookers, and walked over.

Two people surrounded.

A tall and strong man with a head full of loose brown hair, like a male lion, nearly two meters tall, standing there put a lot of psychological pressure on the security guards.

It's Dean's eldest brother Beck.

Next to Baker was a fat white man with a helpless face.

His name is Bart, Dean's second uncle.

Dean walked behind several security guards and was about to speak.

I saw two security guards coming forward and trying to drag Baker to a small dark room aside.

The next moment.

Baker flicked his hair, grabbed the clothes of the two security guards, and pushed them hard, sending them flying out, frightening some of the onlookers and screaming.

Two strong security guards were smashed away.

"FK!"

The other two yelled angrily and backed away, directly pulling out the small-caliber pistols at their waists.

When the onlookers saw this, they also screamed and fled in all directions, fearing that they would be affected by bullets.

"Hold your head and climb down!"

"Warning, hold your head and climb down immediately!"

The two men nervously pointed their guns at Baker and Bart. The security guard, who was thrown to the ground more than a meter away, also took out the gun from his waist with an angry look on his face!

This damn bastard made them embarrassed today!

Dean: "."

Hitting someone is just a trivial matter.

But as the security guards drew their guns, things became more troublesome.

Baker was also a little speechless at the fuss made by the security here. He raised his hand helplessly and was about to follow the instructions, but a figure intervened in the middle of the crowd.

Everyone was immediately attracted by the sudden appearance of the man.

Dean opened his hands and put them in the air to show that he had no weapons:

"Guys, calm down!

I'm Detective Dean of the Detective Bureau.

It's just a small thing.

If you don’t want the number of onlookers to grow older and make the matter bigger, how about we go to the small dark room next to it to solve the problem?”

The four security guards looked at Dean's ID photo on his chest and noticed the onlookers looking at him from a distance, and nodded.

The two of them followed Dean and the three of them. They took the man who had been slapped by Baker on the ground and brought them to the small dark room.

Dean first handed out a cigarette to a few security guards, and then said with a smile: "These two people are my family, guys, can you give me a few minutes?"

I don't want to encounter something bad when I get promoted to detective.

So I won’t embarrass you.”

Airport security, strictly speaking, is part of the Los Angeles police force, but the law enforcement power is only within the airport, and its jurisdiction is not large.

I heard that Dean was promoted to detective immediately.

The leading security guard smiled and took the cigarette: "Detective Dean, it's okay, let's go find the bald guy first to understand the situation. Once you're well, you can bring your family over."

The detective can now lead the team independently.

No matter what the other person says is true or false.

It's just a little convenience, it doesn't bother you.

As soon as the security guard left the cubicle.

Second uncle Bart immediately gave Dean a warm hug: "Wow, the little calf back then has become so strong and has become a police detective. You are now the most powerful one in our family."

!”

The enthusiasm dissipated the unfamiliarity of not seeing each other for many years.

Dean hugged him directly: "Yes, I can pick you up easily now, Bart, although you look fat again."

"I can't help it, I can't keep my mouth shut."

The two separated.

Beside him, Baker's way of greeting was much more wild.

He punched Dean hard on the chest, and when he saw that he was motionless, he said with satisfaction: "Dean, you have grown a lot taller, and you have not given up on exercising. I believe you protected your mother and the others very well when I was away."

Dean was a little ashamed.

Because his predecessor was just a fool who didn't grow up.

But now he's here.

Dean nodded: "Let's talk about old times later, Beck. Let's talk about what happened just now."

Second uncle Bart also looked at Baker helplessly: "I also want to know why you suddenly slapped that bald British guy. Although he kept chattering on the plane,..."

"He touched me there!" Baker's face was gloomy.

Bart's words suddenly stopped.

In silence.

Bart touched his belly, held back his smile and said, "Beck, I have advised you that moderate exercise will attract women, and excessive exercise will only attract gays."

Dean also burst out laughing: "Baker, this proves your charm, although if it were me, I would just break his hand."

Now that the matter is clarified, it can be solved!

There are a lot of cameras at the airport.

When Dean walked into the other side of the small dark room, the bald British guy with a swollen face was protesting towards the security, saying that he would definitely sue Baker.

Dong dong dong~

Dean knocked on the wall: "It's okay to sue, and it's okay to compensate, but I have to remind you that the cause of the matter was that you touched the gentleman's private parts, and the gentleman had already reported the case to me, saying

You molested him, tsk tsk, man, if you don’t want to make international news and become a celebrity in the Commonwealth for some time to come, I advise you to think about it carefully.”

The bald British guy stared at Dean: "Who are you?"

Dean pointed to the certificate on his chest: "Detective Dean of the Los Angeles Police Department is currently applying and will be promoted to detective. By the way, the person you touch is my eldest brother, my dear brother!"
To be continued...