Go home and eat old age

"Woo~"

Eve's eyes widened and she was forced to swallow.

She choked.

Phew~

Dean let out a long sigh of relief.

The anger was released.

Everything is boring.

He took out the debit card from the video recorder, threw the camera to Eve who was wiping the corner of her mouth, sat aside, leisurely lit a post-event cigarette, and started puffing away.

Eve rolled her eyes at him, straightened her appearance, and said seriously: "Okay, Dean, I think we have re-established friendly trust. Now can you tell us about the stolen money?"

"certainly."

Dean crossed his legs, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said contentedly: "The thing is very simple, the bank cash transport truck was robbed by Nathan and his group."

"Congressman Snett's family members are obviously not very strict. They told the story about the cash truck at Jenny's Strip Bar. After Nathan and others found out, they planned the robbery."

Eve looked at Dean's looming face in the smoke and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Why haven't you noticed before that this rookie is so manly?

I just don’t know what the combat effectiveness will be like when fighting with real swords and guns.

Think of this.

Eve actually had some vague expectations in her heart.

She licked her lips and approached Dean with misty eyes: "Then how did you get all this money? Dean, you know, these need to be reported."

Dean felt keenly that something seemed wrong with Eve in front of him.

He shrank back somewhat uncomfortably, and said without changing his expression:

"Nathan's small gang learned the information about the Morgan Bank cash transport truck through the dancer, and robbed the cash transport truck.

It's a coincidence.

Deputy Eve of the "Anti-Gang and Anti-Narcotics Division" arranged for the undercover police trainee Dean to break into this small gang.

Nathan and a group of people fled to the forest cabin with the stolen money and prepared to divide the stolen money, but because of the uneven distribution of the stolen money, they killed each other.

In the end, all the thieves died.

Unfortunately, the cabin was turned into fly ash by the ignited gasoline.

And our lucky guy, Dean went undercover and brought back the stolen money without any effort and handed it over to his superior, Deputy Team Eve!"

"What do you think of the report?"

Eve nodded obediently: "That's reasonable."

"That's good."

Dean stood up and returned Eve's gun to her: "I will send you the location of the cabin via text message, and I will leave it to you to deal with. As for my position change, we will discuss it after the case is completed."

After saying that, Dean was ready to leave.

The way Eve looked at him became more and more uncomfortable.

He didn't want to cause any more trouble for himself.

"Dean, wait."

Eve quickly stopped in front of Dean: "Dean, I know that the undercover life makes you very stressed."

Dean frowned slightly: "What do you want to say?"

She lifted her hair, looked at Dean with seductive eyes, licked her lips and said, "I mean, you need to release the pressure."

Good guy.

This is not enough after eating it once, but you still want to use it?

Beautiful you!

Dean, who puts on his pants, always speaks tough.

He pushed the angry Eve away with a serious and decent expression: "Deputy Eve! Please respect yourself!! I am a clean man!!!"

After saying that, Dean left the apartment without looking back.

"fk"

Eve was mercilessly rejected, and became angry and broke her guard directly, yelling at Dean's back.

Leave the apartment.

Dean walked aimlessly down the street.

He just discovered something very serious and fatal: he has no money!

Eve came too suddenly.

Before Dean could do anything, more than three million U.S. dollars were all turned into stolen money.

The police department receives a salary every half month.

There is still more than a week until the next salary payment.

The total cost of his whole body now is less than two hundred dollars, making him a real pauper.

“I didn’t expect that I would also be short of money one day.”

Dean leaned on the corner of the street with a headache, wondering if there was any way to make some money temporarily.

He cherishes his current status as a good citizen.

Some money-making methods that may bring hidden dangers can be passed directly.

But apart from murder, arson and robbery.

Dean couldn't think of any other way he could make money.

It’s impossible to make a duck by yourself!

Dean covered his forehead in distress.

If there is no way to increase revenue, we can only reduce expenditure.

The house can no longer be rented.

In addition, you can also contact Eve to reimburse your previous rent and living expenses.

This bitch didn't give herself any undercover funding before.

A penny can stump a heroic man.

Dean was forced to worry.

He thought about it and found that eating old age was the most suitable for his current situation.

Just do it if you think of it.

Dean took out his cell phone, found Sheila's number and dialed it.

"Dean?"

On the other end of the phone, the voice of my mother Sheila came.

The other party was probably making breakfast, and the sound of the juicer could be heard.

Dean opened his mouth and said a little unnaturally: "Hey, mom, good morning."

"No, I'm not good at all."

"What's wrong?"

"Because my precious son has not only moved out since his internship, but he also hasn't even called me back for many days."

There was obvious displeasure in Silla’s voice.

"I'm sorry, Mom, you know, I'm busy with a case these days, but now the case is over, I'll come back to see you in the evening."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

"That's good. I will prepare your favorite fried bacon in advance. Don't forget the gift you promised to Thompson and Sinclair. They have been talking about it for a long time."

"Okay, Mom."

Dean hung up the phone, a little lost.

He was an orphan in his previous life. When he was very young, he was taken away from the orphanage by the organization and trained to become a professional scavenger.

Family is a very unfamiliar word to him.
To be continued...