"Dean, are you juggling?"

"Your fingers are so nimble."

"Dean, do you have a girlfriend now? If not, I can introduce my teacher to you. She will definitely like your hands."

"I swear!"

"."

What should I do if I have a clingy and dirty sister?

Dean put away the coins that were rolling nimbly at his fingertips, and looked helplessly at his sister who was clinging to him: "Sinclair, maybe you can go review your homework. Mom said your recent grades are not very good."

Sinclair rolled his eyes: "Oh~ come on, Dean, I'm just an eleven-year-old child, and I shouldn't let those boring and hypnotic things occupy my happy childhood."

"No, compared to you, Thompson is more like a simple child."

"Don't get involved with me, I just rarely watch those adult talk shows." Thompson, who was assembling a large Rubik's cube at the side, retorted without raising his head.

All right.

Dean nodded in agreement.

There are many pornographic adult programs in the United States, and my mother Sheila and my sister Sinclair are loyal viewers of these programs.

But as soon as Thompson spoke, Sinclair immediately shot him back: "Thompson, as your sister, I think you need to watch more talk shows. Those shows can at least make you more interesting when you are bored. I am really worried about you.

When you graduated from high school, you couldn't find a dance partner, so in the end you had to ask me to be your dance partner."

"I won't be short of dance partners!"

"You said the same thing before the junior high school prom."

"That was before!!"

"oh."

"!!!"

Thompson broke the defense.

He silently hugged his Rubik's Cube and shrank to the other corner of the sofa.

After bullying Thompson.

Sinclair was a bit unsatisfied with his words, and looked to his side again, wanting to continue harassing his second brother, but found that Dean had slipped away at some point.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief after leaving home.

Sinclair may have not seen him for a long time, so he was very interested in him and very clingy.

Dean was not used to this.

This takes a while.

I touched my belly.

Dean walked towards the convenience store across the street.

He had been getting used to his current physical strength all morning, and he was a little hungry after all the hard work.

In fact, he wanted to have a juicy barbecue.

But the community where my mother Sheila lives is a mid-range community, with only one fast food restaurant around, a few streets away.

Dean was too lazy to leave.

There are not many customers in the convenience store.

Dean pushed open the door and entered.

When the boss heard the commotion, he didn't even raise his head. He was concentrating on reading the newspaper.

Dean didn't care either.

This kind of private convenience store doesn't have a good attitude, and the variety of items is smaller, and the prices are much higher than in supermarkets outside.

When most people buy things, they go directly to the supermarket and stock up on supplies for a week or even half a month. They only go to convenience stores to buy in emergencies.

Dean shuttled through the shelves and suddenly found a bottle of something very familiar in the corner: "I didn't expect that in this small convenience store, there is Chinese Lao Mazi hot sauce."

What a nostalgic taste.

In his previous life, when he was very young, he was adopted from an orphanage by the organization and wandered around various countries to perform tasks. He was a rootless person.

As an adult, my only thoughts are about these foods from the same source.

I didn't expect it to exist in this world.

"It's a pity that I have confirmed that this world is not a previous life, but a parallel world. Otherwise, I might have a chance to destroy the organization I worked for in my previous life and let them repay what they owed me!"

Dean held the chili sauce and his thoughts were wandering.

Sudden.

"Ah~"

A woman's frightened exclamation came from the door.

"Shut up!"

"Bitch, shut up and lie down!"

"Hey, calm down, this is money, don't shoot..."

Dean easily pulled out a fruit knife from the shelf next to him, hid behind the shelf and looked towards the door of the convenience store.

I saw a thin black man wearing a hood, holding a black pistol and pointing it at the convenience store owner.

The convenience store owner is very calm.

While comforting the other party, he quickly threw a pile of small-denomination banknotes from the cashier to the table.

Under the counter, there was another obese female customer, covering her mouth, raising her buttocks, shivering, for fear of being shot.

Oh haha~

This was a robbery.

Dean tore open the package of the fruit knife in his hand and hid it in the palm of his hand without any intention of getting ahead.

Of course, if the robber comes over.

He doesn't mind sending the other person to listen to God's teachings and earn some experience points along the way.

Except for that unfortunate female guest.

The remaining customers of the convenience store, after hearing the commotion, had already skillfully lied down under various shelves, holding their heads in their hands, neither listening nor looking.

Just robbery, everyday life.

No need to make a fuss.

The whole robbery process ended very quickly.

It takes less than a minute to touch.

The armed robber took the stolen banknotes, pushed open the door, rushed into a car parked on the roadside, and drove away.

"Huh~"

The convenience store owner breathed a sigh of relief: "Guests, the unpleasant incident is over. I'm sorry for this, but please don't leave yet and wait for the police to come and register."

As he spoke, he called the police and the insurance company.

"Oh, God, I was scared to death. I didn't expect these niggas to appear in the Arthur community."

The fat woman who was lying on the ground before was sitting on the ground in shock, her whole body still shaking.

But she obviously didn't notice that among the customers of the convenience store, there were two black men: "Bitch, what did you say? Keep your mouth clean!"

"Am I right? Wherever there are black people, there is crime. It's you who made this place a mess!"

The fat woman is obviously a racist.

Seeing that they didn't have guns in their hands and that the police were about to arrive, she became emboldened and vented her previous fright on these two similarly dark-skinned customers.

"FK.YOU"

A can hit the fat woman in the mouth, causing her to scream miserably.

Dean leaned against the shelf, eating bread and watching the farce in front of him with interest.

As a country of immigrants, America has a lot of troubles and even more weird things.

It's just a small scene in front of me.

This convenience store is located in a mid-range community. There are police patrols outside 24 hours a day, following the dispatch of the command center.

Everyone waited for less than five minutes when police sirens sounded outside.

Dean also saw how the patrol police here handle cases: they turn on their law enforcement cameras, briefly ask the convenience store owner, then ask about Dean and other customers, and then drive away.

As for the fat woman fighting with two black customers?

The fat woman didn't report the crime immediately.

It's none of their business.

The two black customers gave the fat woman the middle finger and then left.

The poor fat woman looked at the police car leaving, covered her mouth full of blood and couldn't speak, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

“What an interesting day.”

After Dean paid the bill, he called Eve.

In this strange country, there are probably no shortage of cases.

Dean is looking forward to his career in the police force.

In the next chapter, we enter the serious crime team and start the case.
Chapter completed!