Chapter 67 Gangsters: Del Rio Branch

Del Rio is a small border town in Texas.

Because there are constant illegal immigrants coming from the Mexican border, the security here is somewhat difficult to describe.

On arrival.

Harry's eyes widened.

A large number of Mexican women in cool clothes, who are very in line with the old black aesthetic, stand openly and openly outside a large number of temporary wooden houses entering and exiting the small town, waving to passing cars.

As long as you have a beautiful knife in your hand.

You can vent your unknown X fetishes here.

Harry looked anxious.

Dean chuckled: "Harry, when you're done, you can ask ten girls to have sex with you. Don't forget, you have money now."

A $1 million lottery ticket excludes nearly 45% of federal and state taxes.

The legal funds obtained were approximately US$550,000.

Dean gets half a million dollars alone.

Harry received $50,000 in hush money for nothing, equivalent to nearly eight or nine months of his previous salary.

For Harry from the Moonlight Clan, he is indeed rich now.

However, the high money laundering costs made Dean heartbroken and for the first time he came up with the idea of ​​starting a company.

According to his still somewhat vague plan.

For self-preservation and a better life.

On the surface, he will work hard to get promoted and gain power, but secretly, he needs to support a small gang to connect with Eve's Anti-Narcotics Department and grow stronger.

This process inevitably requires legal money laundering channels.

But this is just a preliminary idea.

It needs to be implemented concretely.

We still need to wait for Dean to reach a certain position and win over more suitable people at the same time.

While thinking.

The police car stopped.

Marago took a breath of alcohol and said a little tiredly: "Okay, we're here, let's get out of the car."

The Del Rio branch is the only branch in this small city. The architectural style is relatively rough, and the earthy yellow tiles make the place even more simple.

Malago led the way, and the three of them walked inside.

Along the way.

Police officers kept greeting Marago cordially.

Compared to Los Angeles.

Not only are the police officers here much more lax, many of them don't even wear police uniforms. The only common trait is that they are all white, and they all have a gangster spirit that the Los Angeles police officers don't have.

They look like gang members more than police officers!

Dean also noticed that many of the hairy officers had the same tattoos on their arms.

Harry followed Dean closely.

Only in this way can he feel a sense of security.

He's too conspicuous here.

Along the way.

From time to time, someone looked at him.

Fortunately, because of Malago, no one came forward to cause trouble.

Go through the office area.

Malago took Dean and the two to the backyard of the police station.

There are some temporary prisons left over from the 1970s and 1980s, which are small rooms that are similar to a courtyard house and are directly enclosed by iron railings. There is no privacy at all.

yard.

Two shirtless, hairy men were standing in front of a fence, watching the two Mexican men fighting inside, laughing like monkeys from time to time.

"What are they doing?" Harry asked curiously.

"Beast fighting is also a boring program to kill time." For Dean's sake, Malago explained briefly, and then patted the sliding door outside: "Beach, Gadot, and Los Angeles. My friend is here, open this broken door for me!”

He said it lightly.

For people like Marago, these stowaways are not human beings at all. Even if they are killed, no one will hold them accountable!

Two shirtless police officers heard the noise and saw it was Marago, so they trotted over: "Wow, Boss Marago, since when did you have a nigger friend?"

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Malago glared at the speaker: "Gado, if you haven't opened this broken door in three seconds, I will arrange for you to go to the border patrol!"

"Don't do this, Boss Malago."

The two police officers quickly shut up and struggled to open the sliding door that was in disrepair.

Through the power of Malago.

A few minutes later.

Dean and Harry passed through the simple prisons where men were detained outside and came to an indoor prison with a relatively better environment.

All the prisoners held here are female prisoners.

There are currently four people in total.

Two of them are white and one is yellow, lying on the bed in a daze out of boredom. There is also a white girl who looks much younger, curled up in the innermost prison, like a frightened little rabbit.

Dean noticed that there were used "small umbrellas" and cigarette butts in some corners inside, and because the air here was not very circulated, there was also a faint smell of marijuana.

I saw someone coming.

The two white ones and the yellow one immediately got up from the bed and shouted to the leader Marago: "When can we get rid of this little bitch? She has made us no longer free at all!"

"Shut up, bitches!"

Marago kicked the railing, scolded the three of them, and then awkwardly explained to Dean: "These three people are thieves and liars. In order to obtain some special supplies during their imprisonment, they will fight with the young men below. Make some deals."

Harry dared not speak.

Compared with these little gangster cops in Los Angeles, they are just a bunch of castrated good little sheep.

Dean shrugged: "At least they got what they wanted, didn't they?"

Marago was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Yes, you are absolutely right, Dean, you should really come to our police station to work, I believe you will make achievements."

"This place is too remote." Dean shook his head, went to the innermost cell, and knocked on the railing: "Marina?"

Marina, who had been curled up, heard the voice, and then timidly raised her head and looked outside.

"I am Los Angeles Detective Dean." Dean showed a charming smile and said with affinity: "Don't be afraid, we came here this time to find out about your brother's situation and take you back to Los Angeles."

"Really?" Marina's face was full of doubt.

She originally thought that she would be sent back to Los Angeles for investigation after her tracks were exposed, but she was taken to prison by the police here and witnessed the darkness that could not be seen outside.

"Of course!"

Dean threw his detective ID over.

Marina quickly took the detective ID and turned it over to check.

The photo of Dean inside, with a warm smile.

"Wow... Take me away, I don't want to stay here!" Marina couldn't hold back her emotions any longer, rushed to the railing, grabbed Dean's hand, and burst into tears.

"Hey."

Seeing this scene, Harry, the human-shaped Teddy, felt a little heartbroken.

Malago, these bastards!

This is still a 15-year-old child.

A clean little room.

After taking a shower and eating, Marina's emotions finally stabilized.

In her narration.

Dean and Harry also learned what really happened to the Sheen family at that time.

Thanks to the book friend Ye Zhihuihuang for the reward of 3,000 book coins, and thanks to the boss.

The content in the article is all real.

In the early years, the stowaways were really not considered human beings. For details, you can refer to the previous Golden Triangle. That is, those who know about it can popularize it, I won't say it.

In addition, this case will be closed tomorrow.

At 12:01 in the morning, I set a chapter update.

Good night, brothers.