Regarding this.

Hawke could only sigh in his heart: Young people can play!

Change into a doctor's white coat and wear a mask.

Dean brought Harry, who was also put on a blue nurse's coat, pushed a car into the ward, and closed the door.

On the hospital bed.

A middle-aged woman with a gloomy temperament, with a thick bandage wrapped around her head and a fixed neck, looking at the ceiling with her eyes blankly.

This person is Haval's wife - Molly.

Molly was kicked by Dean in the jaw. Not only did she have a slight dislocation in her neck, but her face was also swollen and bloody, which looked quite miserable.

Hearing movement.

She turned her inconvenient neck, glanced at the door, and then her pupils shrank slightly.

Something is wrong!

Before, every time a nurse came to change the dressings and the doctor conducted an examination, the door would be wide open and patrol officers accompanied him to monitor him. However, this time the doctor and male nurse came in directly closed the door!

Molly immediately thought of the electric template that was taken away and the attack she had encountered before.

She didn't wait for Dean to get closer and opened her mouth wide: "Help, there is a gunman, help!!!"

Dean asked Harry to guard the door, pushed the cart to the hospital bed, skillfully grabbed the syringe, and said lightly while pumping unknown liquid inside:

"Ms. Ms. Molly, you should be screaming at the fire.

In this case, there may be unlucky guys rushing up to put out the fire.

You shout that there are gunmen, and someone hears them, and you will only pretend to die and turn into an ostrich."

This momentum that was so serious that Molly was shocked.

She looked at Dean with only his eyes exposed in horror and said in a trembling voice: "The electric template is for my husband, let me go. I am just a poor housewife. You guys will kill me."

DingTalk ~

Two crisp sounds interrupted Molly's begging for mercy.

Dean flipped the needle, held the syringe that sucked half of the tube of liquid, sat next to Molly, grabbed her hand, tied the rubber belt, and said to himself: "Your husband said the electric template was hidden by you, and you said, it was your husband who took the electric template away. Who did you tell us?"

Molly struggled hard.

But under Dean's brute force, she felt that she could only grasp the palm of her arm, as strong as steel, and struggled without moving except for hurting herself.

Seeing the sharp needle, you need to aim it at the blood vessels on your palm for injection.

She ran away and said, "FK, I didn't lie to you. It's really Haval. After he killed the money printmakers, Azak and I drove away the fake money. When we went back to deal with the traces, the electric template was gone!"

"You treat us as fools?"

Dean put down the needle, grabbed Molly's chin, and said viciously: "The electric template represents unimaginable wealth. Are you and your son willing to be snatched away by the outsider Haval?"

His rough movements caused Molly's already broken neck to hurt.

She wriggled her throat with difficulty and explained: "Haver said he hid it, and when he went back, he would tell us the whereabouts of the electric template. After that, after he went back, he said he would hide the counterfeit money first.

Azac had a fight with him and left because his girlfriend was gone and he was in a bad mood.

After we hid the counterfeit money, we found that we could not contact Azac.

I was worried that Azac would encounter danger, so I didn’t have time to ask about the Haval electric template. Later, I was attacked by you, so my son and I don’t know where Haval hid the electric template now!”

Hearing this.

Dean's heart sank.

He let go of the palm of Molly's chin and said coldly: "Then where is your son Azac now?"

"have no idea."

Molly was afraid that Dean would not believe it, so she quickly explained:

"I really don't know that you suddenly attacked our residence, and Haval said it might be something we brought back from that basement, with the locator.

So we sent all the fake money back overnight.

Then he deliberately made some arrangements, preparing to let Azac disappear first, pretend to be killed, and let the police intervene in this matter. After the matter is over, we will make a fortune by relying on the printing of money template."

Hearing this.

An ominous premonition arose in Dean's heart.

Damn!

Haval said that the reason they were attacked was because Azac secretly hid a cell phone and wanted to ask about his girlfriend's whereabouts, which led to his identity being exposed.

But the version Molly mentioned is completely different!

That bastard actually concealed his "mind reading skills"!

This is meeting an opponent!

Then what is Haval planning?

Just then.

Dingling ~

Dean's heart sank and took out his cell phone.

I saw the caller ID above, which was the phone number of Daisy, the only person on duty in the office now!

Dean took a deep breath and answered the phone.

There was no sound there.

Silence for a long time.

Dean said with a gloomy face: "Haval, what do you want to do?"

"I am sure that he is the most outstanding detective in the Los Angeles Police Detective Department ever."

Haval's voice came from the other end of the phone.

He chuckled and exclaimed: "I have hidden it from you through the true and false psychological weakness hints. Ordinary small characters are not necessarily your opponent."

"Don't talk nonsense, what do you want to do?"

“Don’t be anxious.

I came to you just for a test.

As long as you can pass the test.

Not only your beautiful female colleague will be fine.

You will also open the door to a new world and have new choices in life.”

There is another chapter, try to come out before twelve o'clock.
Chapter completed!