Chapter 235: Has it been done? I'll shoot after playing (two in one)

Most of the people who open black clinics in the United States are from these three groups:

1. For some reason, the person whose doctor's license has been revoked.

2. Chinese people currently occupy the majority of doctors in other countries who do not have a legal American doctor license or those who have obtained a green card but cannot practice medicine legally.

3. Losers under the cruel competition system for medical students, or half-baked guys like some veterinarians who want to make more money.

Considering that the murderer used the "stinger" that had been banned in Style 56.

Dean guessed that he should have taken Annie to a black clinic opened by a Chinese.

This type of clinic is generally located in areas where Chinese black workers gather.

And they often use stores such as "health preservation" as an open cover and only do business with acquaintances.

For those who are not clear, it is difficult to find.

But it is too simple for Harry to get to know people from all walks of life.

Dean told Harry about the situation.

Just waited for fifteen or sixteen minutes.

Eleven black clinic locations that meet the requirements were marked on the map of downtown Los Angeles by Dean.

On the other side.

Bald patrolman Hawke, with his two younger brothers, came to the quiet where he had already cleaned up the scene.

Because of a murder.

It should have been the time when there were the most guests.

At this time, Jingba only had some waiters and fat bartenders who were messing around.

The fat bartender is obviously not in a good mood at this moment.

He lowered his head and mechanically wiped the spotless wine glass on his hands, hiding his worries.

Hawke stepped forward and knocked on the bar: "Hey man, LAPD, there's something I want to ask you about."

I heard it was the police.

The fat bartender raised his head and squeezed out a standard smile on his face. While taking out a few wine glasses, he skillfully placed them on the bar and helped pour them on, he said enthusiastically: "Welcome, if you have any questions, I promise to cooperate!"

Hawke choked his throat as he smelled the wine, his expression softened: "This wine looks good."

"Yes, authentic Captain Morgan, after drinking it, you will feel the thrill of people rippling in the sea." The fat bartender stretched out his hand and signaled them to give it a try.

Hawke is not a good bird either.

He smiled at the two younger brothers: "Young men, in order to better communicate with the citizens, it seems that we cannot shirke the kindness of this generous gentleman."

The two little police officers laughed.

The three of them finished drinking rum.

Hawke sipped his wine with satisfaction, his cheeks flushed slightly, and said to the fat bartender: "It's true, but we should talk about serious matters. You have some inconvenience to one leg and foot. You are about 1.75 meters tall. Do you have any impression of a young man wearing a baseball cap?"

"Larrow?"

The fat bartender murmured, then seemed to think of something, choked up and said hesitantly: "That. Police Officer, is this cripple related to the death of blood bull Anbu?"

Hawke glared and stood up and turned his face: "Man, I have a good impression of you, but this is not what you should ask!"

The fat bartender spread his hands and said innocently:

"Sorry, I didn't mean it.

There is such a guest in the bar.

He would often come with Annie to drink and chat.

The two have a good relationship.

The young man had a good temper, too.

Today, Anne was just taken away by Amb's people, but Amb's death was killed. Police officer, you asked me again.

So I was a little curious.

After all, he is just a thin lame man, and he doesn't look very brave, so he should not be able to kill people."

But Hawke keenly heard from the fat bartender's words that the fat bartender was subconsciously expelling the cripple!

The bartender definitely knows the cripple Dean is looking for!

His eyes were fixed and he stared at the fat bartender until the fat bartender was uncomfortably wrapped around his hands, and then he said in a deep voice: "For the sake of that glass of wine, tell me the information about the cripple, I won't cause trouble for you!"

"All right!"

The fat bartender made a surrender statement: "We all call him Jin, Chinese, and it seems that he is working in a Chinese grocery store in Chinatown, but these are the situations Anne said accidentally when she was chatting with me. I don't know if it is true."

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

The fat bartender is confident!

"Okay, I hope you didn't lie to me, otherwise the result wouldn't be what you want!"

After saying that.

Hawke and his two younger brothers left this house.

He immediately took out his cell phone and told Dean the information he received.

Hawke didn't notice it.

After they left, the fat bartender then took out a cell phone from the counter, dialed a series of unrecorded numbers, and after they were connected there, he spoke very quickly: "Lao Jin, the police have found your grandson. If you don't want to cause trouble, let him leave Los Angeles immediately!"

Silence for a long time.

A slight cough came from there: "Thank you, Barto, I will handle this matter!"

Identification Department.

"Laojin Grocery Store?"

Dean received the news from Hawke and immediately called Daisy, and then found the exact location of the grocery store through the system records.

When I saw this, I was stunned.

Because next to the location of Lao Jin grocery store, there is a Chinese-style acupuncture hall, and it is also one of the eleven suspects that Dean chose before.

No need to worry about it now.

The cripple master is now likely to take the prostitute named Annie in this black clinic!

"Lawrence, bring the members of your group and we'll meet up here!"

After Dean finished speaking, he called Harry again and asked him and Carlo to wear their equipment and go there together.

Hang up the phone.

Before he could stop, he continued to call Hawke and asked him to bring as many people as he could now and go there with him.

Seeing this.

Lawrence was a little puzzled: "Dean, although the other party is powerful, he is just a cripple and he also uses cold weapons. We shouldn't have so many people coming together!"

It's mainly because it's actually off work time now.

It is a very troublesome to gather so many people.

Dean shrugged: "Man, trouble is better than someone who dies. This guy is not necessarily a single person!"

Lawrence doesn't understand the national conditions.

He was worried that behind the cripple master, there were also masters. Behind the master, there were friends and other apprentices who had made a lot of friends, and among these people, there were inevitably members of gangs who were involved in gangs.

Although Dean is very confident in his current self, he has only one life.

When there are too many people and guns, I am still stupid enough to lead the way and rush forward to take risks alone. Pure is a pitfall in my mind.

Although Lawrence did not understand the meaning of Dean's words, he did not continue to ask, took out his cell phone and started calling people.

moment.

He nodded at Dean and said that everything was arranged.

Everything is right.

Just as Dean was about to set off.

Buzz buzz ~

Dean's cell phone rang again.

He took it out and looked at it, and pressed the switch button in confusion: "Captain Hunter?"

This old guy is almost in the early morning and is still not sleeping. Why are you calling yourself?
To be continued...