American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 15 15 You Are More Important Than You Think

"What do you mean? Why don't I understand?"

"You must have something to hide from me. As a teammate, I have the right to share the spoils."

"You knew already?"

The corners of Sandy's mouth curled up, revealing a confident smile.

"Of course, don't look at who I am? You still want to hide it from me, can you hide it from me? Such an obvious thing, you still want to hide it from me, you really underestimate me."

"Okay, [-] to [-] percent."

"What? I only get [-]%? Anyway, I killed Anton for you. Why can I only share [-]% of his bounty? It's not fair."

"Ah, you mean a bounty offer?"

"Otherwise, what do you think?"

Sandy looked puzzled, and then reacted.

"Besides offering a bounty, you still have something to hide from me. I feel very insecure now. Don't forget who brought you into the investigation bureau, who helped you change from an intern to a full-time investigator..."

Ron interrupts Sandy's claim of credit.

"Stop, are you sure you've helped a lot in the middle of this, instead of dragging you down?"

Sandy looked at Ron's profile dissatisfied.

"Of course I helped you a lot, otherwise how could I become a vampire now?"

"How can I blame me for this matter? Speaking of it, I reminded you."

"What is the cause of the matter?"

"Investigate the missing truck driver!"

"That's right, why investigate the disappearance of the truck driver? It's not for you to become a regular as soon as possible."

"Isn't it for the safety of Los Angeles residents?"

"I can't control those, those are things that the official needs to worry about."

Ron was speechless for a while, before saying: "It's not impossible to insist on saying this."

"That's it."

"Well, since your consciousness is so low, it's okay to tell you. As you said before, although we killed the wanted criminal Anton, there was no bounty. It is estimated that the higher-ups will give us some rewards."

Sandy looked like you're kidding me.

"Pretend, still pretend!"

"Not really!"

"Your words are not convincing, you know? I clearly smell evil money in you."

Ron suddenly realized that it was the smell of dung that exposed him.

By the way, why didn't Sandy smell the money stink on Lu Weilin?
It may have something to do with the smell of blood on Luwellin's body, or it may have something to do with time.

"Okay, showdown, I got almost $200 million."

"How many?"

A slightly sharp voice sounded, and Sandy's sunglasses almost fell off.

"Five million dollars."

Ron looked at Sandy who was making a fuss speechlessly.

"You must be joking, right?"

"Do you look like me?"

Sandy suddenly hiccupped, and the sunglasses fell off.

His eyes widened and his mouth kept screaming.

"OMG, 200 million dollars, how is it possible? How did you get such a large amount of money? Wait, you just said that you would give me 40%, which is [-]. Oh my god, this... I can call a girl every night , have been playing for a year! God! Ron, you are simply amazing, and the luckiest thing in my life is to have a partner like you."

Said Sandy excitedly dancing.

According to the market price, Sandy must have played for more than one year, at least two years.

Of course, according to Sandy's excitement, it was accompanied by the influx of hot money.

He will definitely raise the price, it is certain.

It's not that Sandy has never seen so much money, but that part of the money belongs to him, so how can he not be excited?
What's more, the citizens of the beautiful country are used to spending in advance, and it is even more difficult for most people to ask them to spend [-] to [-] in cash.

Just like the predecessor, except for the installment repayment of the car loan and housing loan, one-third of the monthly salary has gone.

After get off work, he still has to go to bars, movie theaters, hotels, and occasionally watch live football games, so he doesn't owe the money he owes to the bank, which is considered saving by himself.

"It's decided, I'm going to play ten tonight."

"Trust me, you will die suddenly!"

Ron rolled his eyes.

When this guy has money, the first thing he thinks of is to find a prostitute.

Maddow, as expected of a black man, is drunk now when he has wine.

It's no wonder that the birth rate of blacks is higher than that of whites. It's just that there are too many people like Sandy.

"By the way, how did you find that money? By the way, where are those green cuties?"

"It's in the trunk, wait a minute, don't go out, it's almost dawn!"

When Ron saw that Sandy was about to open the car door to check the money in the trunk, he was terrified and hurriedly stopped him.

Only then did Sandy regain his composure a little.

He kept rubbing his hands, looking impatient.

"We're driving fast, man, you should calm down. If you're not thinking about yourself, you're thinking about women who are self-reliant, and without you as a big customer, their incomes will plummet. Their incomes will plummet, and their consumption will It will be weak, consumption will be weak, the economy will stagnate or even reverse, and many people will lose their jobs. The unemployment rate will increase, and crime will increase. Our workload will increase and the danger will increase. Therefore, you are very important , is far more important than you think! If you die, it is not only your own loss, but also our loss, the loss of the whole society."

"I have to say, you know a lot."

"Of course, I'm also a college student anyway."

"By the way, you haven't told me how you got the money."

"It was found in Luwellin's room when you were guarding him."

"Smart guy, he almost tricked me, it turns out those drug dealers are fighting for that money!"

"No, he has already tricked you."

"I obviously searched his room, but found no money."

"The money is in the air duct."

"Damn, that guy is really cunning, luckily you are more cunning than him."

"Just think you're praising me. Because he didn't die, if he finds me, he'll score [-] or [-] percent for keeping his mouth shut. Of course, if he's unfortunately killed by a drug dealer, we'll split his share equally. What do you think? How about it?"

"It's fair, I really hope the drug dealers can do more."

Sandy thought about it and thought it was fair.

As for Ron taking most of it, this involves more pay for more work.

He killed Anton, he captured Luwellin, he found the money, and there was nothing wrong with him taking the big head.

"Well, you won't tell others what happened today, will you?"

"Are you worried that I will give up the money to report you?"

"how come?"

Ron smiled awkwardly, he did have such worries.

"Come on, that's what you think. Your worries are unnecessary. When handling a case, it is the unspoken rule of the Bureau of Investigation to seek more benefits for yourself without breaking the law. You think we are going through life and death to protect those A capitalist for black money, or a politician for black money?"

Ron categorically vetoed his career into such a miserable situation.

"Of course not, we are here to protect the safety of the people."

"Uh... yes!"

Sandy froze for a moment, then nodded frantically, with such an expression.

After testing out Sandy's attitude, Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the final analysis, Sandy comes from a low-level black family, and their ideas are very different from those of elite whites. For example, many blacks are not disgusted with their relatives and friends joining gangs, as long as they can make money.This shows that they are not opposed to breaking certain rules, and this is not only reflected in black people, but also in lower-level white people.

(End of this chapter)