Chapter 54 I do good things, why do you call me blackmail?

What do most wealthy people fear most?

First, fear of death.

Second, I am afraid that I will run out of money.

Hutu was now facing death threats.

The stinging pain on his forehead kept reminding him that the Dean in front of him was a reckless lunatic.

Save your life first, take revenge later!

The resentment in Hu Tu's eyes flashed away, and an ugly smile appeared on his cowering old face: "Detective Dean, Sheen is the financial director below me, and he knows a lot of things about me that cannot be exposed. I don't want to do it because of more than one million

Mei Dao is causing trouble on his own, so I simply let him go."

"Is it that simple?" Dean looked at the ashtray again.

Don't tell me, this thing is quite easy to use.

Hu Tu noticed Dean's gaze, his body trembled with fright, and his voice was filled with tears: "I swear to Jesus, everything I said is true. Sheen actually said he would return the money, but later he called

There is no way to get through, I guess he ran away and just didn't bother to care."

When Dean saw that he didn't seem to be lying, a smile appeared on his face.

He kindly helped Hu Tu up from the ground: "Mr. Hu Tu, why are you so careless that you can fall down even while walking and hit like this? Do you want me to call you an ambulance?"

"No, no, no, I have a private doctor." Hu Tu looked at the ashtray that was still dripping with blood, ignoring the blood on his head pouring into his mouth: "Mr. Detective, no need really, it's just a fall.

Calling an ambulance would make too much noise."

Just wait!

Damn bastard!

The more embarrassed I am now, the more regret I will make you regret later!

Hu Tu screamed in his heart!

"Yeah." Dean nodded with satisfaction at Hu Tu's recognition: "That's good. By the way, Mr. Hu Tu, because of my teacher, I know many people from special institutions.

Agencies such as the FBI, CIA, NSA, and IRS all have them.

If you open such a big company, you will inevitably encounter some difficulties in running your business, and you may even go to jail for a trivial matter.

The prison is very dangerous. You can easily choke to death even if you drink water.

We kind of know each other now.

Is there anything you need my help with?"

"FBI, CIA and IRS (National Tax)", Hu Tu choked up and even forgot about the pain in his forehead. He looked at Dean with a dull expression: "Who is your teacher?"

Dean smiled faintly: "He is an ordinary old man in the FBI. After serving for a long time, he has taught more students. He adds up to hundreds of people. The greetings he receives every Christmas will make his phone jam.

machine."

Hu Tu: "."

Outside the office door.

Lawrence twiddled his fingers boredly.

Dean had been alone with that old fat man Hu Tu for more than forty minutes, and they had probably finished dismembering the body.

Why haven't you come out yet?

Just then.

Crunch~

The office door is finally open!

Before Lawrence could turn around, he heard Hu Tu's secretary Anne exclaim: "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Coming!

It’s finally here!

Lawrence turned around with a grimace, preparing for Hu Tu's backlash.

The next moment.

He opened his mouth wide.

"FK, am I hallucinating!!!"

Lawrence yelled in his heart.

What did he see?

Hu Tu actually bent over and his face was covered in blood, but he tried his best to send Dean out with a smile.

If I read correctly.

He even saw that Dean's jacket pockets and trousers pockets were all bulging, filled with knives that couldn't be squeezed out.

Am I crazy, or is God crazy???

"Mr. Hu Tu, we still have cases to deal with, so we won't waste your time." Dean patted Hu Tu on the shoulder.

Hu Tu pushed away the secretary who came closer, nodded and bowed: "Little things, small things, if it weren't for the efforts of you selfless police detectives, Los Angeles wouldn't be as stable as it is now."

"Um."

Dean nodded and pulled the already confused Lawrence outside.

Looking at the disappearing figures of the two people.

Hu Tu's smile faded and he grinned in pain: "FK, if I find out that you are bluffing me, I will make you into a human stick and put it in Mexico as an art exhibition!"

"Boss"

What else does Secretary Anne want to say?

Hu Tu slapped her away: "Bitch, you are blind, call me a personal doctor quickly!"

For him.

Women are toilets.

Once you feel comfortable using it, spend some money decorating it.

If you feel uncomfortable, just change it.

Left the company.

Lawrence finally couldn't hold it in anymore and stopped Dean: "Man, what is going on? If you are just threatening, we must be careful about this fat black man playing dirty tricks."

"Take it easy."

Dean was satisfied with Lawrence's "we" statement.

He took out a dozen small-denomination U.S. knives from his pocket and stuffed them into Lawrence's jacket pocket: "This fat black guy has a dirty ass, so he doesn't dare to mess with me."

This money was regarded as a reward from him to Lawrence.

Before, he used violent methods.

Not only to solve the case quickly, but also to test Lawrence and see his reaction.

He didn't disappoint Dean.

"But." Lawrence looked at the U.S. knife in his pocket, which was more than a month's salary, with an uneasy expression: "If we hit someone, we would at most be fired and pay some money, but extortion would be a big problem."

In the United States, due to the electoral system, almost all wealthy people of a certain size will have close ties with those who are powerful.

The plutocrats inside can even influence the presidential election.

Although Hu Tu, a multi-millionaire, couldn't do that, it was still very easy for them to get rid of these two powerless little detectives.

"What blackmail?"

Dean looked at Lawrence in confusion: "This money is obviously a token of our gratitude for Mr. Hu Tu's fall and our timely treatment of him."

"ha?"

Lawrence felt that his world view had been overturned.

It's not like he's never seen a black policeman before.

But this was the first time he had seen an arrogant gangster like Dean in Los Angeles.

"By the way, Mr. Hutu will send someone to send a letter of thanks to the Fourth Squadron in a few days to express our gratitude for his selfless help." Dean blinked: "Good people should be rewarded!"

"Are you right?"

Without waiting for Lawrence to answer, Dean laughed and walked towards the car.

Lawrence touched the money in his pocket, and then glanced at Dean's back. He felt a little fond in his heart, and at the same time, the uneasiness and excitement all turned into adrenaline, making his heart beat faster.

"It feels like it's good."
To be continued...