Chapter 16 Joining the job, the atmosphere of salted fish

There was a person coming in the office.

Lawrence and Harry will introduce it to Dean once.

These people are masters of scouting.

At exactly nine o'clock.

In addition to the captain who has not yet appeared, Dean has known all the people from the Fourth Squadron.

Maybe it was because I brought breakfast.

Everyone's first impression of Dean is pretty good.

Whether you eat or not.

At least the attitude of this newcomer to integrate into this place is revealed, and the follow-up depends on his ability.

Nine twenty.

Everyone skillfully hurried on their workstations to catch fish.

Dean is just starting to work now, and the captain needs to arrange an interview for him, take a walk of the process, and then follow the logistics to get the detective certificate, guns, etc.

But the captain hasn't come to work yet.

Dean, who had nothing to do, sat next to Harry: "Harry, don't we need a meeting?"

Harry skillfully turned on the computer game and said without looking back: "Man, meetings are just a form, you have to get used to these. In addition, we will only hold meetings when the case is not solved, but we already have half of them.

Yue hasn't received the case."

"All broken?"

"All failed"

Harry sighed and threw a file bag into Dean's hand: "I came in three months earlier than you and experienced three cases.

A wife murder case.

When we passed by, we happened to help the suicide murderer collect the body.

A headless male corpse case in a hotel.

After the body was sealed by special means, it was hidden under the mattress. Because it was a long time ago, we didn't even understand the identity of the male corpse, let alone solve the case.

Another time was a rape and murder case.

We investigated the entire scene and found no useful traces. We investigated the relationships around the deceased, and did not find anyone with time to commit the crime. In my experience, this case is likely to be thrown into the archives and eaten ashes."

"Is it so difficult to solve the case?" Dean was a little surprised.

"It depends on luck~" Harry handed Dean a cigarette: "If there are traces to follow, the probability of solving the case is OK, but many of them are passionate crimes between strangers. It's okay to have surveillance, no surveillance, no witnesses,

It is difficult for us to find the murderer from the vast crowd. Even if we find it, there is a high probability that there will be no evidence to convict the other party in the end."

"Yes, in fact, many murder cases will become unsolved cases. I will wait for one day when a fool who was arrested suddenly to confess his crimes." Lawrence also came over from the side and rubbed a cigarette.

"This sounds not good~", Dean muttered.

He is here to solve the case and become stronger, not to stumble. Even though stumble is also very comfortable.

But if he stayed in the Fourth Squadron of the "Robbery and Homicide Department", which is like this every day, he might as well be a patrolman.

At least the patrol police have to deal with a lot of messy things every day, and they can gain some experience.

No matter how small the legs of a mosquito is, it is still fleshy, so it is better than not.

Lawrence spitted out a smoke ring with a comfortable expression: "Dean, do you seem to want to solve the case?"

Hearing this.

Harry was dissatisfied: "Hey, Lawrence, who doesn't want to solve the case and get promoted and raise the salary? Only you old men like to lie down and suck fish every day, but I'm very worried that if we continue like this, our fourth squadron will be fired."

Their salary is paid by the city of Los Angeles.

If you have never done anything, it is not impossible to be laid off.

"The detective is just a job, why worry about these things? If it is a job, you may be fired." Lawrence was not worried at all.

"Yes." Harry shrugged: "At that time, at the worst, I'll go drive a truck, and the salary for driving a truck will be much higher than it is now."

Dean: "."

He had no desire to speak, but just took a deep breath of cigarette.

Not good.

One morning.

The three of them hurried in the corner, spitting out clouds and mists and sucking fish.

At noon.

Deputy Hunter, representing the Fourth Squadron of the ‘Robbery and Murder Division’, invited Dean to a restaurant for a meal, which was considered to be a formal welcome to him.

This is a 53-year-old black old man who speaks without being anxious or slow, giving people a sense of calmness.

"Thank you for the hospitality, deputy team."

Dean turned sadness into appetite and ate the steak for three people in one breath, and now he was very satisfied.

"It seems that you're very accustomed to the rhythm here."

"It's not bad. I lived a life of fifty in my twenties and took thirty years of detours." Dean said something.

"Hahaha."

Old Hunter understood what Dean meant and laughed.

He has been a police officer for more than 30 years and is an absolute old man. He may not be able to be strong, but he is good at judging people.

Old Hunter could feel a sense of impulse hidden in Dean's heart.

The Fourth Squadron needs such a guy.

He stood up and comforted him, "Dean, the Fourth Squadron, has just been established for half a year, and many suitable cases cannot reach us at all. We need to wait for an opportunity, do you understand?"

"All right."

Dean nodded.

He is going to take a look again.

If this continues to be the case here, let Eve transfer him back.

In the afternoon.

Old Hunter assigned Dean a desk, right behind Harry, and asked the logistics Daisy to take him to apply for a detective certificate, and then received a police pistol and a heavy body armor.

If necessary.

Dean can also buy a gun and reimburse it for reimbursement, or get submachine guns such as tactical shotguns, M4, and MP5 as firepower support.

Since dozens of police officers were hit by several robbers with heavy weapons, the entire police force's authority to use guns has become much more relaxed.

Dean threw the bulletproof vest under his desk and played with the received pistol.

He received an M1911, 45 caliber, using 11.43mm bullets, and the effective range is not long, but the performance is stable and powerful, which is very suitable for Dean's appetite.

Harry turned his head and said, "Man, I thought you would get a revolver, like this one."

He showed his revolver from his waist: "Like a cowboy, it's cool to think about it when you pull out a gun and shoot it quickly."

"Maybe, but there are too few revolver bullets."

As he spoke, Dean exerted force on his hand, and the pistol in his hand turned into a pile of parts and covered the tabletop.

"Wow, cool~", Harry was stunned by this scene.

Dean smiled, said nothing, lowered his head and carefully maintained the gun.

Except for the pistol.

He also got a shoulder strap holster, gun oil, fabric, and magazine clips of four base numbers. He had a uniform, but there was no suitable size. Dean had to continue waiting for notification.

But as a police detective.

In addition to some important occasions, they do not need to wear uniforms, and they can match clothes at will, which is equivalent to plain clothes.

Harry was very envious of Dean's hot-selling methods: "Dean, my dear guy, I think we can go to the shooting range after work. Our police station has a cooperative shooting range, which is cheap and can enjoy it."

Hearing this, Dean's heart moved.

This is OK.

After he was proficient in pistols, he had not tried the power.

Dean agreed.

Just when everyone thought they would get off work happily today, the captain of the Fourth Squadron finally came to the office.

He also brought about an unfortunate news.

work overtime!

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