Chapter 81 The Abnormal Foreman

"How did Anthony do it?"

Dean glanced at the uproar at the construction site, and then at the time on the screen of his mobile phone, with a look of doubt on his life.

Except the murderer.

Dean doesn't believe that anyone can predict a person's death time down to the last second!

"It's just a teaching, Anthony can't be so crazy, right?"

Dean touched his chin and chose to pick up his cell phone to call the police. He called Holtz alone after get off work and asked him to come over quickly with some testing equipment.

Since it is teaching.

Dean didn't want to take too long.

Put away your phone.

Dean clipped his police detective badge to his chest and walked toward the construction site.

Construction here has been started for more than half a month, and the overall framework has been almost completed. The remaining people, mostly electricians, are laying cables and other equipment.

When the security guard at the gate of the construction site heard the noise, he left the gate and ran in to watch the excitement.

When Dean passed by.

I happened to see a bearded middle-aged man with a boss-like belly yelling at the workers gathered together: "I have already called the ambulance and the insurance company, please get out of my way."

Some people wondered: "Boss, why don't you call the police?"

"Are you a pig?" The bearded foreman rushed to the person who spoke, holding his collar, with an angry look on his face: "This is an accident, bastard, do you want to delay my construction period?"

Looking at the furious foreman.

The workers were frightened and dispersed quickly.

The young man who just spoke was also nervous and stammered: "I just mentioned casually, the key is that the insurance company will also ask the police to open an accident appraisal."

"I will handle it!", the foreman loosened his collar and glanced around the crowd: "I don't want this matter to cause trouble outside, otherwise everyone will get out of here!"

After saying that, he picked up his cell phone, walked to the motionless body, and made a call as if no one was watching.

Dean: "."

He seemed to see the murderer waving to him.

Just then.

The workers dispersed and suddenly saw Dean.

This includes construction site security.

He took out the electric baton from his waist and pointed it at Dean: "Man, I've never seen you, you shouldn't be here!"

Hear movement.

The foreman turned around and saw Dean.

He cursed, hung up the phone quickly, grabbed the electric baton from the security guard angrily, walked up to Dean, turned on the electric baton, and made a crackling sound: "You're in the wrong place, bastard!"

Dean pointed to the ID on his chest and tilted his head to look at the bearded man in front of him: "How do you know I'm a bastard, man?"

The next moment.

Under the gaze of everyone.

Dean kicked the bearded foreman, who weighed about 200 kilograms, four to five meters away and hit the dusty ground hard, causing a large handful of white ash to splash.

This kick is very clever.

Although the bearded foreman was not seriously injured, he was left curled up with a hideous face, making it difficult to breathe, let alone scream.

All of a sudden.

Everyone focused their attention on Dean.

There is curiosity and there is fear.

Only there was no anger.

It was obvious that this bearded foreman was not popular among everyone, and no one was even willing to stand up for him.

Dean calmly took out a transparent bag from his pocket, put the baton in it in front of everyone, and then said loudly: "I am the Robbery and Murder Division, Detective Dean. This man intends to attack the police with an electric baton.

They have been subdued by me, now everyone, gather together with me."

The little security guard looked at the bag with the baton in Dean's hand, swallowed, and bravely said, "We want to check your ID."

Dean shrugged: "No problem."

After checking Dean's police detective card, calling the police, and confirming his identity, the group obeyed and lined up in two loose rows.

The personnel on duty from the branch, the forensics department and the 4th Squadron haven't come yet.

Dean started asking questions first.

Excluding the foreman and the deceased, there were a total of twenty-one people at the scene.

Seventeen of them are electricians, three are handymen, and the remaining one is a night shift security guard at the construction site.

The bearded foreman is called Dam.

He is not only the foreman, but also the person in charge of this construction site.

These people are all Dam's subordinates.

They usually work as casual workers.

Once Dam has secured the project, he will summon them to start work.

The deceased's name was Jerry, a 32-year-old electrician who was currently responsible for installing cables and drilling holes. He was usually very popular, had been divorced for many years, and had a daughter.

before the fall.

No one noticed anything unusual about Jerry.

After asking everyone briefly.

Two police cars with lights flashing also arrived at the construction site.

Here at the branch, four people came.

The leader was a burly, middle-aged black police officer.

Dean greeted him: "Guys, I'm Detective Dean from the Robbery and Murder Division. I happened to pass by and called the police."

"Detective Dean, are you from the Fourth Squadron?" Next to the middle-aged black police officer, a young white man looked at Dean with some curiosity.

Dean nodded and smiled: "Man, have you heard of me?"

"Yes." The white young man and his companions explained: "Bald Hawke once said about Dean, praising him for his strong abilities. The key is that he is very interesting and will not forget his friends when he has merit."

"Wow."

Several patrol officers from the branch looked at Dean and immediately became much friendlier.

The leading middle-aged black man also smiled: "Detective Dean, it seems that we are lucky today."

"Yes, guys." Dean said confidently: "I guess your bonus next month will be much larger, and it will also be a good addition to your resume."

This is the role of word of mouth.

The entire Robbery and Murder Division, with four squadrons, only has a total of fifty or sixty people.

Who is good and who is not.

The grassroots of these branches are very clear-minded.

Because of Hawke's contribution.

These four patrol officers cooperated very well with Dean's work.

Not long after.

Everyone present had their identity information registered.

The area around the deceased and the watchtower where he fell were also cordoned off.

Just when Dean was about to go up to the watchtower to check Jerry's environment before his death.

The bearded foreman who rushed to the street rushed over again menacingly, and the middle-aged black police officer who took the lead winked at Dean.

Dean reacted immediately.

This foreman named Dam was able to receive the prison project, and his identity was not that simple.

"FKYOU, bastard, you dare to hurt me, I want you." Dam's aura was scary, but it went away quickly.

Because Dean was stuffed in his mouth, the cold barrel of the gun could make most people regain their composure from a state of rage in an instant.

Dam is no exception.

"Calm down?" Dean asked with a smile.
To be continued...