The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 42 It Was My Own Person

"Holy shit!"

Frank was finally shocked and shouted out the classic exclamation again.

Billionaire Edward Olsen doesn't look like much to him.

But old Olson, a Texas truck driver, believed it.

Because girls who choose to run away from home are the most likely to be harmed by passing truck drivers.

The temptation of truck drivers to provide free seats actively or passively is too great for small-town girls who are tired of walking on the road and still want to leave the town for the outside world they yearn for.

And if the old Olsen is like this, then Edward Olsen may indeed have inherited abnormal genes and abnormal behavior.

And there is also the third-generation Olsen Jr. who often kills people for fun as evidence.

Thinking of this, Frank's scalp felt a little numb.

A mercenary who kills people for money will tremble when he encounters a serial killer who simply kills others for pleasure.

"So you have to be careful and don't be careless."

Seeing that Frank believed it a little, Chuck reminded him again.

It doesn't matter whether his speculation is right or not, because Olsen Jr. has repeatedly escaped legal sanction for such unscrupulous and harmful acts, isn't it just relying on Edward Olsen's cover.

Even if this kind of person is cleaned up by the way, he is still acting on behalf of the heavens.

Ok.

In more professional terms, this is an unavoidable but understandable collateral damage.

The reason why Chuck mentioned it was just to alert his younger brother.

If Edward Olsen is really a murderous serial perverted killer, then if Frank doesn't pay attention, he can easily be killed back.

After all, Frank is a younger brother who can debuff so ruthlessly even in the state of a sage, which is really worrying.

"I see."

Frank nodded, looked at Chuck who didn't trust him, and said a little annoyed: "I'll find you after I kill them and recover my body. Let's practice hard and see who is the best."

"Hopefully one day."

Chuck said straightforwardly.

As long as you don't fold it in advance, everything is fine.

It is impossible for him to look at his predecessor, the aggressive and restless younger brother, all the time.

Everyone has their own life.

He could watch it once, but he couldn't watch it forever, so the first explosion that would go against him would be Frank himself.

So it is enough to remind once or twice, and it is stupid to try to use one's own rational three views to constantly forcibly correct others.

Frank can live as he wants to live. If he breaks in advance, Chuck, as an older brother, will help revenge, that's all.

The two brothers wisely stopped bringing up this topic, and instead talked about the situation after the separation.

Frank's affairs over the years have actually been under Chuck's watchful eye, so there is nothing to say.

So most of it is Frank's experience of gossiping about Chuck over the years, especially the shock that Chuck can overcome the relationship between men and women.

That's right!

It's been a while, and he is still in a state of shock, as if dreaming of unreality.

The man in front of me who was asked about the matter of men and women frankly, and who really understood, and shared some opinions, that even he, a vagabond, was dumbfounded and never imagined. Is it the brother who becomes manic when his mother uses the vacuum cleaner, refuses to hug and shake hands, always wears only one piece of clothing, and goes crazy whenever something goes wrong?

hospital.

"Where have you been?"

Seeing Chuck, Jane breathed a sigh of relief and came up to him.

"do research."

Chuck said.

"Have you found anything else?"

Jane asked a question, and before Chuck could answer, she continued, "This matter is probably going to be a big mess. My boss heard my report and scolded directly. He has brought people here by plane."

"Ah."

Chuck hit the nail on the head: "He's got to be worried because of all the troubles involved with billionaires and the Department of Energy."

"..."

Jane was speechless.

In her opinion, it was obviously because the tribal police station and her FBI agent were almost wiped out, but how could it be something else when it came to Chuck.

But after Chuck reminded her, she suddenly felt that what Chuck said was right.

The casualties at the tribal police station and her being attacked may be important in the eyes of the boss, but it is definitely not enough to yell and rush to rush.

"What shall we do now?"

Jane was a little worried.

"Wait until your boss comes over."

Chuck said calmly: "If he dares to continue the investigation, we will help him to investigate. If he doesn't have the courage to continue the investigation, or if he just came over to close the case in a hurry and dare not go in-depth, then I will fly back to New Jersey tomorrow night, and there will be more in the day after tomorrow." class."

Now it doesn't matter whether it's checked or not.

"what about me?"

Jane asked subconsciously.

Since she was rescued by Chuck at gunpoint, she has regarded Chuck as her own in her heart. The embarrassment of asking others before and the dissatisfaction of being corrected by Chuck have long since disappeared. She instinctively wants the very capable Chuck to help her. She decides what to do next.

"you?"

Chuck glanced at her: "You follow your boss and learn more things. When you encounter a case in the future, you can have a basic judgment of your own. If it is a difficult case, you can come to me."

Jane nodded.

Before, she was very dissatisfied that Chuck said that this was a small and simple case, but as soon as Chuck came over, he immediately found the suspect, and even forced the suspect to expose it directly. Say it plain and simple.

If it weren't for her inexperience, Chuck really wouldn't be needed for this case.

But she couldn't help but think, if Chuck wasn't found this time, would there still be now and the future?

She probably died directly under the bombardment of large-caliber bullets.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously reached out and touched her chest. At that time, she didn't react, so Chuck grabbed her and threw her out.

She knew that the situation was urgent, but Chuck's attack was a bit heavy.

Can soft tissue be the same as hard tissue?

Early morning.

Jane's boss hurried over with his subordinates, looking serious.

"Are you the private detective?"

The boss was an old white man, who frowned and glanced at Chuck, then reprimanded Jane: "Nonsense! Who gave you the authority to hire a private detective? We are FBI agents, and it is our duty to investigate cases... "

Jane was trained to bow her head and remain silent.

Strictly speaking, she did something wrong.

At least she had never heard of any rookie detective doing such a thing.

"Police detectives from all over the world have invited me 8 times, and the FBI has invited me 13 times."

Chuck interrupted.

Again, the FBI's budget and flexibility in investigations are far from what local police departments can match.

Compared with the local police department, the FBI is his biggest customer.

"..."

The old white male boss hesitated, and when he turned his face again, his serious expression eased a lot. He looked at Chuck, paused, then stretched out his hand and smiled at Chuck: "It turns out that he is a consultant who cooperates in the bureau, one of our own." .”

simple:"……"

(End of this chapter)