Chapter 130 Me: Dean Lucchese, the Future Mafia Boss?

Chapter 130 Me: Dean Lucchese, the future mafia boss?

Airport.

Dean leaned against the car with a temporary sign, smoking a cigarette, and occasionally made eye contact with the single beauty who was attracted by his appearance.

Less than half an hour.

He had about twenty more small notes and business cards in his pocket.

Because of the weather.

The flight was delayed.

But according to the time, it should have arrived.

Dean cheered up and observed the people coming out.

These two bastards have been wandering outside and have not returned for almost three or four years.

So Dean's memory of the two is a little vague.

The second uncle is a pure Italian. He has a good appearance, but he has gained weight. He is a very charming fat man with a cheerful personality and is very generous to them, the younger generation.

The eldest brother Baker has brown hair and blue eyes, and his appearance is more Irish, that is, the so-called British.

In Dean's memory.

Baker is a circle bigger than him, and perfectly inherited the genetic inheritance of Dean's grandmother.

It can be predicted.

When Baker is in his thirties or forties, he will have a Mediterranean hairstyle with obvious regional characteristics, and he will change from a handsome young man to a bald man.

Just as he was daydreaming.

There was a commotion at the exit of the airport.

Several tall security guards surrounded two familiar figures carrying large and small bags. Around them, there was a bald white middle-aged man sitting on the ground, covering his right face with blood in his mouth.

It seems that a fight has occurred.

"This big brother has a hot temper."

Dean smiled, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, hung the detective certificate on his chest, pushed away the crowd of onlookers, and walked over.

Two people surrounded.

A tall and strong man with a head full of flamboyant brown hair, like a lion, nearly two meters tall, standing there, gave the security guards a lot of psychological pressure.

It was Dean's eldest brother Baker.

Next to Baker was a fat white man with a helpless face.

His name is Bart, Dean's second uncle.

Dean walked behind the security guards and was about to speak.

Two security guards came forward and tried to pull Baker to a small dark room nearby.

The next moment.

Baker shook his hair, grabbed the clothes of the two security guards, and pushed them hard, knocking them out, scaring some of the onlookers and making them scream.

As the two strong security guards were knocked out.

"FK!"

The other two cursed and retreated, directly pulling out the small-caliber pistols from their waists.

The fools watching around also screamed and fled in all directions, fearing that they would be hit by bullets.

"Hold your head and crawl down!"

"Warning, hold your head and crawl down immediately!"

The two nervously pointed their guns at Baker and Bart, and the security guard who fell more than a meter away on the ground also pulled out the pistol from his waist with anger!

This damn bastard made them lose face today!

Dean: "."

Beating people is just a small matter.

But with the security guard pulling out his gun, it became much more troublesome.

Baker was speechless about the security guard's fuss. He raised his hand helplessly and was about to do as he was told, but a figure suddenly stepped in the middle of the crowd.

Everyone was immediately attracted by the man who suddenly appeared.

Dean opened his hands in the air to show that he had no weapon:

"Guys, calm down!

I'm Detective Dean from the Detective Bureau.

This is just a small matter.

If you don't want more and more people to watch and make things worse, how about we go to the small dark room next door to solve it?"

The four security guards looked at the ID photo on Dean's chest, and then noticed the onlookers who were looking at this side from a distance, and nodded.

Two people followed Dean and the other two, and the two of them took the man who was hit by Baker on the ground to the small dark room together.

Dean first gave a cigarette to each of the security guards, then smiled and said, "These two people are my family, guys, can you give me a few minutes?

I don't want to encounter some bad things when I am promoted to detective.

So I won't make it difficult for you."

Airport security, strictly speaking, is also part of the Los Angeles police, but the law enforcement power is only within the airport, and the jurisdiction is not large.

Heard that Dean was promoted to detective immediately.

The leading security guard took the cigarette with a smile: "Detective Dean, it's a piece of cake, let's go to the bald guy to find out the situation first, and you can bring your family here when you are better."

The detective can lead the team independently.

No matter whether what the other party said is true or false.

It's just a little convenience, it doesn't matter.

As soon as the security left the compartment.

The second uncle Bart immediately gave Dean a warm hug: "Wow, the little calf back then has become so strong now, and has become a detective. You are now the most powerful one in our family!"

The enthusiasm dissipated the unfamiliarity of not seeing each other for many years.

Dean picked him up directly: "Yes, I can easily hold you now, Bart, although you look fat again."

"No way, I can't control my mouth."

The two separated.

Baker, who was standing next to him, greeted him in a much wilder way.

He punched Dean's chest hard, and when he saw that he didn't move at all, he said with satisfaction: "Dean, you have grown a lot taller, and you haven't given up exercising. I believe you have protected mom and others well when I was away."

Dean was a little ashamed.

Because his predecessor was a fool who didn't grow up.

But now he is here.

Dean nodded: "Let's talk about old times later, Beck. Tell us what happened just now."

Second uncle Bart also looked at Baker helplessly: "I also want to know why you suddenly slapped that bald British guy. Although he kept chattering on the plane,..."

"He touched me there!" Baker's face was gloomy.

Bart's words suddenly stopped.

In silence.

Bart touched his belly, suppressed a smile and said, "Beck, I have advised you that moderate exercise will attract women, and excessive exercise will only attract gays."

Dean also burst out laughing: "Beck, this proves your charm, although if it were me, I would just break his hand."

Now that the matter is clarified, it can be solved!

There are a lot of cameras at the airport.

When Dean walked into the other side of the small dark room, the bald British guy with a swollen face was protesting towards the security, saying that he would definitely sue Baker.

Dong dong dong~

Dean knocked on the wall: "It's okay to sue and compensate, but I have to remind you that the cause of the matter was that you touched the gentleman's private parts, and the gentleman had already reported the case to me, saying You molested him, tsk tsk, man, if you don’t want to be in the international news and become a celebrity in the Commonwealth for a while, I advise you to think about it carefully.”

The bald British guy stared at Dean: "Who are you?"

Dean pointed to the certificate on his chest: "Detective Dean of the Los Angeles Police Department is currently applying and will be promoted to detective. By the way, the person you touch is my eldest brother, my dear brother!"

Bald British guy: "."

He licked his lips and looked at the security guards for help: "You heard it, he threatened me! He threatened me!! He slandered me!!!"

Several security guards had long been annoyed by him. They pretended to hear him and looked around without looking at him.

Dean also opened his suit, revealing the handcuffs and gun holster around his waist, his eyes looking evil.

at last.

The matter ended with the British man paying Baker $2,000 in emotional solace and settling the matter privately.

The four security guards bid farewell to the three Deans warmly, holding the dollars they received.

If they extort money, there is a risk.

But if it were Baker, the sufferer, it wouldn't be a big problem.

A win-win situation.

Get off the road.

Bart looked at Dean with relief: "Dean, you have really grown up and matured. I was always worried that you were like Baker, full of brains and muscles. From you, I saw the legend of our family - Hammer... Lucchese’s Shadow.”

Baker, who was full of joy and counting dollars, heard this, raised his head, curled his lips and said: "Oh~ Come on, Bart, you are talking about these old histories again. The Mafia has declined, and you have become inconspicuous. farmer."

Bart kicked Baker on the butt: "It's not that Sheila doesn't want you to inherit the surname 'Lucches', otherwise with the connections on the east coast, we wouldn't be bullied outside all the time!"

Dean was already numb.

Lucchese..

One of the five major Italian Mafia families.

Although times have changed.

A surname is no longer enough to describe anything.

But this will become a bond between these people who have the same blood in their bodies. As long as there is interest involved, they will immediately come together again.

Dean muttered in his mind:

Fortunately, my name is not Dean Lucchese.

Otherwise, he would not be able to pass the Z trial at all.

At that time, in order to gain experience points.

It will probably look like this: at night, he is a criminal mafia, and during the day, he transforms into a private detective who solves crimes.

It’s outrageous to think about.

Sudden.

Beck's exclamation interrupted Dean's random thoughts.

"FK, Dean, is this your car?" Baker touched Dean's coupe in fascination: "This is the Ford Mustang Shelby 500 GT? Why is there so much space inside? Although I like off-roading, I prefer this one. The roar of a car engine!"

"Because it is a modified version, the total price is 430,000 US dollars. If you want it, I will give it to you. I just want to change it to a more convenient off-road vehicle."

"$430,000!"

Beck and Bart were stunned.

Looking at the appearance of these two people, Dean knew that these two old boys were not doing well outside, and it was probably for this reason that they did not come back even once in a few years.

He can't mix well and is shrinking outside.

After mixing well, return home in fine clothes.

This is the same in any country.

"Dean, I seem to be getting to know you again. Is being a police detective so rich now?" Beck reluctantly took his hands away from the car.

"My friend gave this to me. Okay, mom has prepared a sumptuous dinner for you at home. We must set off now!"

Dean's car had a long front and was originally a two-seater.

But in this modified version, the seats are connected to the cabin space and can be put down to serve as a bed, making it easier to do some interesting things.

So bring two people, male plus male, without any pressure.

On the way out of the airport.

The traffic flow is like a dragon and the congestion is overwhelming.

But there were almost no cases of road rage.

Christmas is here.

For wanderers who have left home and travelers who have returned home, their thoughts are no longer on the road, but on flying to the home they have been away from for a long time.

Thanks to the book friend ‘The Glory of Night’ for the 6,000 book coins, and thanks to the boss!

Thanks to book friend ‘159yzk’ for the tip, and thanks to the boss!

Good night, brothers.

Don’t stay up late.

I heard from the staff here that young people with poor physical fitness will suffer from some sequelae after having sex.