Chapter 137 Conquer Eve and go to New York

French restaurant.

Under the dim and blurry lights, pairs of urban men and women, trying their best to maintain the romantic atmosphere of seeing through but not telling off, for a shuddering exercise after dinner.

Eve looked at the man in front of her, her eyes seemed to be rippling with water, charming and alluring: "Dean, I haven't seen you for a while, you have become more handsome."

Dean chuckled: "I'm still the same person I was before, it's just that in your eyes, I have an additional beautification filter of the position of detective."

Men's power and wealth are natural "Chun" medicine for women.

For the dishes and women in front of me.

Dean is actually more curious about Eve's purpose in finding him.

He knows Eve's current situation.

Strictly speaking.

He was the one who gave Eve a chance to move up.

He was the one who cut off this opportunity.

So Dean was even more curious about what Eve was going to rely on to convince himself to help her.

A few polite words.

Eve wiped the corners of her mouth, picked up the champagne, and after signaling to Dean, pointed out: "Dean, do you still remember the happy time we spent together and the agreement we made?"

"What?"

Dean pretended to be dumbfounded: "Deputy Eve, are you talking about asking me to go undercover? This is really thanks to you, otherwise I probably wouldn't be able to transfer to the Murder Department now, nor would I be promoted to detective so quickly.

Commander, by the way, speaking of Vice Captain Eve, you will soon be promoted to captain, right?"

Translated, this means: We each got what we needed before, and we all got the rewards we deserve. If you have something to say, just show your chips and don't play the emotional card for me!

He had indeed considered working with Eve before to help each other.

But that is the prerequisite for Eve to be promoted to captain.

Now Eve, although she is a deputy team member in the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Division, she came by airborne with no one below her. She is treated the same as Old Hunter of the 4th Squadron, she is just a mascot.

In this case, let yourself selflessly help this woman who has plotted against you?

Dreaming!

Eve's face stiffened slightly, and she deliberately pretended not to understand what Dean said: "Yes, we had a great time cooperating last time, so I want to deepen our cooperation."

"for example?"

"I know you hooked up with the person behind Meng En, which is why you were promoted so quickly. I need you to help me introduce him!"

Hear this.

Dean looked deeply at Eve.

Although Eve is a mascot, the fact that a female prostitute was able to get the position of deputy team in her early thirties obviously did not rely solely on her proficient horn-playing skills.

She has her own sources of information.

Dean didn't speak, but tapped on the table.

The rhythmic percussion made Eve's heart beat little by little, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, making her emotions fluctuate with anxiety, as if she had returned to the night she had chosen to trade her youth and beauty for the future seven or eight years ago.

Only then did she suddenly wake up.

Unknowingly, my and Dean's positions had been reversed in just two months.

Eve didn't like this feeling very much.

She worked hard to climb up, just so that one day, she could throw her dignity on the ground and trample on it, and then pick it up again.

Just when Eve was thinking wildly.

Dean stopped knocking and said directly: "You should be more familiar with Meng En than I am, why didn't you find him instead of me?"

When he first joined the Fourth Squadron, it was Eve and Meng who greeted him.

Eve smiled bitterly: "Dean, Meng En seems to be kind to people. It's because his previous backer has lost power, so he faces everyone in a friendly manner. But everything is different now. I received the news that Meng En is here.

I won’t be staying at the Detective Bureau for a long time.”

When Dean heard this information, he became interested: "Is the news accurate? Where will he go?"

"The information must be accurate, but I can't reveal the source." Seeing that no one was paying attention to this corner, Eve continued in a low voice: "It's not sure yet, but it is very likely that he was transferred to the Operations Department, Internal Affairs Investigation Division.

Two departments!”

Hearing this, Dean fell into deep thought.

These two departments are not easy to mess with.

The former controls the largest mobilization of force in the city, and the latter makes all Z government employees and police officers change their expressions upon hearing this.

If Eve hadn't lied to him.

That shows that Meng En is now very trusted by the people behind him.

Dean remained silent.

Eve breathed out the smell of wine, her cheeks turned red, and her stockinged feet were like black pythons. In front of the waiting waiters, she quietly reached out, climbed up to the place where the dragon was hidden, and rubbed her hands familiarly, making a sweet sound.

Said: "Dean, let's talk somewhere else."

Dean reached out and grabbed the dishonest jio and threw it aside: "Eve, I can help you say hello to Mon En, but what can you bring me?"

"How am I doing?" Eve said with charming eyes, "I wanted to try the happiness of a female knight last time."

Dean just watched her performance quietly without saying a word.

His previous life gave him a habit that is difficult to change.

Get paid and fulfill the agreement.

You can see it from the way Dean does things.

He is an egoist.

Whether it is family affection, friendship, love or other emotional value, he must get it first before he is willing to pay for it, otherwise it must be profitable.

Eve begged herself to do things, but she couldn't see any visible gains. She might have to sleep with her from time to time for the sake of future stability.

Dean would be stupid to agree.

Eve was made uncomfortable by Dean's calm and clear gaze.

The smile on her face slowly disappeared. In order to cover up her embarrassment, she reached out and pulled the hair from her forehead, and finally revealed her trump card:

“When I was young, I gained ‘friendship’ from an old man.

Although he has passed away now, I still have some connections with him, which is why I am so well-informed.

If you can help me take the position of captain, we can not only form an offensive and defensive alliance in the future, but I will also open the door to facilitate some inconvenient things!"

Eve paused and emphasized her tone: "Dean, there are only so many resources. Even if you are in the same camp, in order to make your life better, competition is very strong. You need an ally of equal size!"

Finished.

She leaned on the chair and twisted her hands and fingers together to hide her anxiety and uneasiness.

The cards have been played.

If not, she can now consider where to retire in the future.

Eve thought she would have to wait a long time for Dean's reply.

Never thought about it.

Dean nodded after listening to her words: "I will call Mun En for you, but there is one thing."

He stood up, walked to Eve, leaned into her ear, and whispered softly: "Remember, I am who I am and I never join any camp!"

Eve was still wondering what Dean's last words meant.

Dean had already pulled her up.

Eve said coquettishly: "Dean, what are you doing?"

"Now that the matter is over, the long night is long, let's go, Captain Eve, I want to discuss playing and singing with you on musical instruments."

the next day.

Dian was a little late.

He rarely put on the police uniform, and he came to the office of the Fourth Squadron.

After Christmas holidays, trimming.

Today, the fourth middle school team, except Lawrence and Phoebe have not returned to the team, everyone is in good condition.

Along the way, Dien greeted everyone enthusiastically.

"Hi, Daisy, you are very beautiful today."
To be continued...