67. Chapter 67 67 Detective’s fate, shadow upgrade

Author: vaguely

Chapter 67 67. Detective’s fate, shadow upgrade

When the police car arrived at the door of the bar, a crowd of people who had gathered to watch the excitement dispersed, revealing two guys who were "dueling" one on one.

He was young and dressed fashionably in bell-bottom pants and a black vest, but his face was bruised and bruised, and there were pools of vomit at his feet that were emitting an unpleasant smell. There was a piece of trampled circuit between the two of them.

, a bar sign that crackles with electric lights.

"LVPD police, stop violating the law immediately and stay where you are." Thomas got out of the car and announced loudly, holding the holster on his waist with one hand and slowly approaching.

Dean followed him like a little follower, calmly letting go of his perspective and checking whether there were any dangerous weapons on the two people and the people around them.

The taller boy scolded him, his expression unwilling, but he still stood there obediently.

The other one was obviously frightened, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he ran towards the end of the street without saying a word.

"Leave it to me, he can't run away!"

Dean didn't wait for Thomas' order, as if he was provoked, he chased after him like a gust of wind.

The 12 o'clock sensitivity is not just a show-off. Using all his strength, Dean is like a bolt of lightning in a police uniform, flashing on the hard road.

The escaping guy ran less than twenty meters when Dean caught up with him from behind and threw him to the ground.

twist your wrist,

Take out the handcuffs.

Copy it!

Search your body to remove dangerous weapons.

The speed is so fast and the movements are neat, it can be said to be done in one go.

It's a pity that no one cheered.

When Dean returned to the police car, the crowd had dispersed. Thomas helped him put the other suspect into the cage in the back of the police car, got in the driver's seat and began to report.

"The Al99 report has been processed and we are now returning to the police station with the two suspects."

On the way back, Dean and Thomas didn't communicate at all.

The suspects were sent back to the police station and put into the detention room.

Dean couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. The two prisoners were noisy like cocks fighting along the way, which made his ears hurt.

"What's going on with these two guys?" Dean asked Thomas.

"I fell in love with the same girl and got jealous and started fighting, but the girl ran away long ago and no one was around. The guy who ran away just now also knocked something."

Thomas patted Dean on the shoulder again, "By the way, good job. Your grappling moves are more skillful than some old guys."

"But I must point out one thing..." Thomas changed his words, and the smile on his kind chubby face faded, "You made a big mistake just now. You rushed out to chase the second suspect without permission. You didn't wait for my instructions at all. What if?

He was armed with a deadly weapon...and by doing so, you were exposing yourself to mortal danger."

"They have been fighting each other for such a long time. If they had deadly weapons, they should have taken them out a long time ago." Before rushing out, Dean had summoned a "shadow" as a shield and checked it with God's perspective. It was absolutely safe.

"Don't make rash inferences..." Thomas shook his head, opened the door of the police car and got in. "Unless you personally searched him, don't be misled by subjective impressions."

"I have seen many young people who originally had a bright future embark on the police career with great ambitions, but ended up being careless and losing their lives. They fell in the first mission and met the fate of police detectives in advance."

Thomas held the steering wheel, memories flashed through his eyes, and his face turned gloomy.

"Okay, I will never act without permission next time." Dean assured, patting his chest, "I will obey your command in everything."

"Just don't blame me for nagging." It was just nine o'clock, and Thomas drove the car back on the patrol road.

"By the way, Thomas, do you have anything to say about the fate of the police detective you just mentioned?"

"It's a joke among peers, a summation of a series of encounters, with just a hint of tragedy... Just listen to it."

Thomas' gaze shot into the dark road outside the car window, and he sighed,

"In our line of work, some people are overly focused on their careers, obsessed with solving crimes and catching criminals, and neglecting their families...and end up living alone for the rest of their lives."

"Some were brutally killed by criminals while on duty and ended their lives prematurely."

"Some were injured on the job, leaving serious sequelae and suffering from illness for the rest of their lives."

"In order to relieve the huge work pressure, some became addicted to alcohol and drugs, which eventually completely destroyed their bodies."

"The fate of a police detective means that most of his colleagues will not end up well."

It won't end well.

An icy night breeze blew through the car window.

Dean thought about this sentence and shook his head with a smile,

"This is too pessimistic, Thomas. Aren't you an exception? You have found the true meaning of life, have a beautiful wife, a brave and beautiful daughter, and a reliable patrol partner like me. What's your secret?"

"Haha, I only passed this secret to Gretchen. Of course, if you become my son-in-law in the future, I will tell you too."

"Man...if you keep joking like that, I'll take it seriously."

…

With the experienced good old Thomas passing on his experience, the patrol process becomes less boring.

"Al99, 350 North 18th Street, someone reported harassment."

A voice suddenly came from the intercom.

The police car turned around and quickly arrived at its destination.

"Dean, wait for me in the car this time."

"Coconut, Seer!"

Soon the police car arrived outside the destination yard.

Thomas got out of the car and entered the yard. He saw a homeless man in a tattered black coat and disheveled hair knocking on the door, shouting loudly as he did so,

"Ma'am, give me another five dollars and let me have a full meal."

"God bless you."

Dean, who was sitting in the car, twitched his eyes and saw Thomas starting to declare loudly,

"LVPD police officer, sir, you broke into someone else's house without permission. Your behavior has seriously violated the law. Leave that door and exit immediately!"

The tramp turned his head and looked at him, as if he saw a devil. He turned back and knocked on the door more anxiously, pleading in his mouth.

"Madam, open the door quickly and help me!"

"Raise your hands and retreat immediately!"

Thomas took out the pistol from his waist, held it with both hands, and aimed it at the homeless man's back.

"Stop the dangerous behavior!"

Pistol safety closed.

"Ma'am, open the door!"

"Please!"

Thomas's warning call and the homeless man's wailing sound echoed in the yard.

Dean tensed his body and quietly summoned a shadow to fly more than ten meters to guard Thomas.

He thought a murder was going to happen.

Without any warning, the tramp suddenly turned and knelt down, facing Thomas and stretched out his wrists, and shouted with a red face,

"Catch me!"

"Catch me!"

"It's better to go to jail than to starve to death!"

"Shet! Psycho!"

Thomas cursed under his breath.

He handcuffed the homeless man and put him in the back of the car.

The pungent stench made Dean wrinkle his nose, but when he thought about the other party's strange behavior.

He couldn't help but want to laugh.

…

It's the same old process, appease the owner, complete the report, and send the prisoner back to the detention room.

"What's going on with this guy?"

"The lady in the room kindly donated some change to him on her way off from get off work. But this guy felt that he didn't have enough to eat, so he chased her all the way from the city center to her home and asked her to continue donating." Thomas also shook his head helplessly as if he had seen something strange. ,

"Forced begging?" Dean smiled and asked curiously, "Do homeless people in Las Vegas commit many crimes?"
To be continued...