Chapter 2 I’ve been cheating on you, why do you say I’m an undercover agent?

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"You were so handsome before, why did you choose to be a robber?"

"Aren't you afraid of those old gangsters taking the dry road?"

Dean looked at his sharp-edged face in the rearview mirror, feeling a little depressed.

This body should be of mixed race.

He has black hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and a strong frame. Overall, his body shape looks more like a Westerner, but he does not have the rough pores and thick body hair of Westerners.

See it through Dean's eyes.

Being a duck or a model is obviously more promising than being a robber or joining a gang.

The life of licking blood from the edge of a knife is not easy.

In this industry, most people are just sewer rats.

Now Dean just hopes that his predecessor was not too deeply involved with those gangs, so that he can turn around and become an ordinary person who can stand in the sun.

The pickup truck headed south, and after driving for half an hour, it finally emerged from the forest trail.

Dean's head became increasingly dizzy.

In his mind, the memories of the two people began to collide and merge, making his cognition much slower.

In this case, it is not suitable to continue driving.

Dean slapped himself in the face, using the pain to stimulate his mind to clear his mind.

My predecessor had just robbed a bank, and now the situation is unclear, making it unsuitable for a hotel.

He glanced around and saw that there were no vehicles in front or behind him, so he simply turned the steering wheel and drove towards the wilderness.

moment.

The car drove into a low-lying area and stopped in an area far away from the road.

Dean locked the car window, squinted his eyes, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Buzz~

Buzz~

Dean opened his eyes in confusion, subconsciously took out a mobile phone from his pocket and pressed the connect button: "Who?"

"Dean?"

A clear female voice came from the other end of the phone.

I heard someone calling my name.

The confusion in Dean's eyes gradually dissipated and he focused on the phone.

He shook his still somewhat heavy brain.

This voice is somewhat familiar, and it seems that its owner is very important to the predecessor!

Dean realized that he had not yet fully integrated the memories of his predecessor.

He couldn't figure out who the other party was, so he could only vaguely say: "Huh?"

"Dean, you haven't called me for a long time. Is it convenient to answer the phone now?"

The female voice is very gentle.

Is this woman my previous girlfriend?

Dean has a big head.

He continued vaguely: "Well, there's no one else around!"

How did you know that he said this?

The tone on the other side of the phone immediately became serious: "Dean, what is going on here? According to the regulations, you must contact me once every three days to report the situation, but now you have not contacted me for five days. I

Everyone thought you died in the line of duty!"

Dean:???

Regulations?

Died in the line of duty?

Dean reacted quickly: "Hey, you know, the regulations are strict, but there will always be unexpected situations on my side. By the way, you must be in an emergency when you come to me, right?"

There was silence for a moment and then continued: "It's a very important thing!"

"I want you to use Nathan's line to find out about the recent bank robbery!

That amount of money was transferred from Representative Snett's family. If you can get clues, it will be very simple for you to join the "Robbery-Murder Division" (Major Crime Division)."

Dean was stunned.

Robbery-Murder Division!

Bank robbery!

grass!

Dean turned around and looked at the two full backpacks in the back seat. He felt numb.

It seems that he is not a robber, but an undercover agent!

I've been cheating on you, why do you say I'm an undercover agent?

When the woman saw that the phone had lost its sound, she asked in confusion: "Dean?"

Dean came back to his senses, rubbed his still aching brain, and said tentatively: "This is a bit difficult, you know, after all, I am not black, and I can't integrate into their circle yet."

"Dean!"

The female voice became stern: "I'm not negotiating with you, this is an order!"

"But."

"No buts!"

The woman directly interrupted Dean's words, and her voice softened: "Dean, you don't want to fail your internship, right? By then, not to mention the Los Angeles Police Department and the surrounding areas, no one will want you, a rookie who was fired during the internship.

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Dean:.

This woman's words threatening her sounded a bit strange.

Moreover, with these millions, the worst he can do is to change his life in another state. Who cares about joining the "Robbery-Murder Division"?

Free America, gunfights every day!

Dean has no intention of working hard for the United States.

He responded perfunctorily: "Okay, I understand."

"Well, I'm waiting for your good news."

After saying that, the person directly hung up the phone.

".An undercover agent who is not taken seriously."

Dean thought hard for a moment, rubbed his still heavy head, his eyelids began to droop, unable to resist the confusion and sleepiness that kept coming from his mind, he fell into a deep sleep again.

Countless memory fragments hit.

In his sleep, Dean began to experience the life of another Dean

The other side.

Los Angeles Police Department, Crime and Narcotics Division.

Eve put down her phone, looked at Dean's information on the desktop, and frowned handsomely.

This chess piece gave her a somewhat unpleasant feeling.

Despite Eve's harsh tone on the phone, she actually didn't have many ways to manipulate Dean.

When she was able to convince Dean, a rookie, to go undercover, it was because he came to her door and wanted to go to the Robbery-Murder Division.

besides.

Eve has no other means to control Dean.

The other party only needs to give up his identity as a police officer, or give up his identity as a police officer in the police departments around Los Angeles, and he can submit his resume to police stations in other states.

After all, in America, police are just a profession.

"It seems I have to find a way to better control this rookie!"

A cold light flashed in Eve's eyes.

In principle, bank robbery cases are not the responsibility of the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Department.
To be continued...