North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

  Chapter 81 Abnormal Foreman

   "How did Anthony do it?"

  Dean glanced at the uproar at the construction site, and then at the time on the screen of his mobile phone, with a suspicious expression on his face.

   Except the murderer.

  Dean doesn't believe that someone can predict the time of a person's fall and death with exact seconds!

   "It's just a teaching, Anthony wouldn't be so mad."

  Dean touched his chin, chose to pick up his mobile phone to call the police, and called Holz alone after get off work, asking him to bring some testing equipment and hurry over.

  Since it is teaching.

   Dean didn't want to procrastinate.

   Put away the phone.

  Dean held his detective card to his chest and walked towards the construction site.

   It has been more than half a month since the construction started here, and the overall framework has been almost constructed. The rest of the people, most of them are electricians, are laying cables and other equipment.

  The security guard at the gate of the construction site heard the movement, had already left the gate, and ran in to watch the excitement.

  When Dean passed.

   I happened to see a middle-aged man with a beard and a bossy belly, yelling at the surrounding workers: "I have already called the ambulance and the insurance company, let me get out of the way."

  Someone wondered: "Head, why don't you call the police?"

   "Are you a pig?" The bearded foreman rushed to the person who spoke, and held his collar with anger on his face: "This is an accident, bastard, do you want to delay my construction period?"

  Looking at the enraged foreman.

   The workers scattered in fright.

  The guy who just spoke was also nervous and stammered: "I just mentioned it casually. The key is that the insurance company will also ask the police to open an accident appraisal."

   "I will deal with it!", the foreman let go of his collar, and glanced around the crowd: "I don't want this matter to make a fuss outside, or get out of here!"

   After speaking, he picked up his mobile phone, walked to the dead body, and made a call as if no one was there.

   Dean: "."

  He seemed to see the murderer waving at him.

at this time.

  The scattered workers suddenly saw Dean.

  Including the security of the construction site.

  He pulled out the electric baton from his waist and pointed at Dean: "Dude, I haven't seen you, you shouldn't be here!"

   Hear movement.

  The foreman turned his head and saw Dean.

  He cursed, hung up the phone quickly, snatched the electric baton from the security guard aggressively, walked up to Dean, turned on the electric baton, and made a crackling sound: "You went to the wrong place, bastard!"

  Dean pointed to the ID on his chest, tilted his head and looked at the bearded man in front of him: "How do you know I'm an asshole, buddy?"

next moment.

   Under the gaze of everyone.

  Dean kicked the bearded foreman, which weighed more than two hundred kilograms, flying four or five meters away, and smashed it heavily on the dusty ground, splashing a handful of white ash.

   This kick was very clever.

  Although the bearded foreman was not seriously injured, he was curled up with a hideous face, and it was difficult for him to breathe, let alone scream.

   All of a sudden.

  All eyes were on Dean.

   Curiosity and fear.

   Only not angry.

   It can be seen that this bearded foreman is not popular in the hearts of everyone, and no one is even willing to stand up for him.

Dean calmly took out a transparent bag from his pocket, put the baton into it in front of everyone, and said loudly: "I am the Robbery and Murder Division, Detective Dean. This man intends to attack the police with an electric baton. It has been subdued by me, now everyone, gather for me."

  The little security guard looked at the bag containing the baton in Dean's hand, swallowed, and boldly said, "We want to check your ID."

  Dean shrugged: "No problem."

   After checking Dean's police detective certificate, the group called the police again. After confirming his identity, they lined up obediently in two loose rows.

  The staff on duty at the sub-bureau, the Forensics Section and the Fourth Squadron have not come yet.

  Dean started the inquiry first.

  Excluding the foreman and the deceased at the scene, there were twenty-one people in total.

  Seventeen of them belonged to electricians, three were handymen, and the remaining one was the night shift security guard on the construction site.

  The bearded foreman, called Dum.

  He is not only the foreman, but also the person in charge of the construction site.

  These people are all under Dame.

  They are usually casual workers.

  Once Dum gets the project, they will be called to start work.

  The name of the deceased was Jerry. He was 32 years old and an electrician. He was currently in charge of cable installation and drilling. He was usually well-connected. He had been divorced for many years and had a daughter.

  Before the fall.

   No one noticed anything unusual about Jerry.

   Simply ask everyone.

  Two police cars with flashing lights also came to the construction site.

  Four people came from the sub-bureau.

  The leader is a middle-aged black police officer with a thick back.

  Dean went up to meet him: "Guys, I am Detective Dean from the Robbery and Murder Division. I happened to pass by and called the police."

   "Detective Dean, are you from the Fourth Squadron?" Next to the middle-aged black police officer, a white young man looked at Dean curiously.

  Dean nodded and smiled: "Dude, have you heard of me?"

   "Yes." The white youth and his companion explained: "Hawke the Bald once said about Dean and praised him for his ability.

"Wow."

  Several sub-bureau patrols looked at Dean, and immediately became more friendly.

  The leading middle-aged black man also smiled: "Detective Dean, it seems that the few of us are lucky today."

   "Yes, guys." Dean said to himself: "I guess your bonus next month will be quite a bit more, and your resume will also have a nice touch of color."

   This is what word of mouth does.

  The entire Robbery and Murder Division, four squadrons, add up to only fifty or sixty people.

  Who is good and who is not.

  The grassroots of these sub-bureaus have a clear mind.

   Because of Hawke's credit.

  These four patrolmen are very cooperative with Dean's work.

   not long.

  Everyone at the scene was registered with their identity information.

  The area around the deceased, as well as the watchtower where he fell, were also cordoned off.

  Just as Dean was about to go up to the watchtower to check the environment before Jerry died.

  The bearded foreman who rushed to the street rushed over aggressively again, and the middle-aged black police officer who took the lead beside him winked at Dean.

   Dean reacted immediately.

  This foreman named Dum was able to receive the project of the prison, and his identity was not that simple.

   "FKYOU, bastard, you dare to hurt me, I want you." Damu's momentum was scary, and he went quickly.

  Because Dean stuffed his mouth and the cold barrel of the gun can make most people recover from a state of rage and calm in an instant.

  Dum is no exception.

   "Calm down?" Dean asked with a smile.

  Dum nodded obediently.

   "I don't care what your identity is or what your background is. Your attack on the police has been well-documented and there are many witnesses. If you don't want to be prosecuted by me, just cooperate with me honestly, understand?"

  Dum nodded obediently again.

   It seems that I really understand.

  Dean pulled out the barrel, wiped his clothes on his chest in disgust, and then said to the middle-aged black policeman who looked at him admiringly: "Man, I want to talk to him alone."

   "No problem." The middle-aged black man gave Dean a thumbs up and walked aside.

  The middle-aged police officer left.

  Foreman Dum, who was still aggressive just now, immediately begged for mercy: "Detective Dean, I'm sorry, someone died below, I was a little impulsive just now."

  He was terrified by Dean's direct action of drawing a gun.

   In fact, most people are like this.

  Good people can be bullied, but bad people are fearful.

Dean smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket, stuffed it into Dam's trembling mouth, and took out a lighter to light it for him: "Don't be nervous, buddy, as long as no one cheats on me, I'm usually easy to talk, as long as you Tell me, why don't you let someone call the police, and I will let you off the police!"

  Generally, if this kind of project involves government Z, if workers want to start work, they must first buy insurance, so that it is not easy to have follow-up problems and affect the reputation of government Z.

   There is an insurance company to cover the bottom line.

  So even if someone falls and dies by mistake, it will not cause damage to Dum.

   His previous reaction was so abnormal!

   Thanks to the book friend of "Brilliant Night" for the reward of 3,000 book coins, and thanks to the boss.

   Thanks to the three book friends 'Nicknames are so hard to come up with', 'Red Blood Cell 2002', '20220623002310155' for their rewards, and thanks to the three bosses.

  (end of this chapter)