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

"Demon, never die?"

Hearing this, Dean laughed silently.

He looked at Podolia, whose complexion was rosy and pale beside him: "You discuss with Merck and others about the follow-up of your cousin. I'm off work."

Now that you know where the ogre is hiding.

Then it's better to get the experience in the bag as soon as possible, so as not to be frightened by Merck, the unreliable pair of FBI agents, and make the other party run away again.

Podolia obviously didn't want to let Dean go just like that.

She grabbed Dean's right hand: "Inspector Dean, it's my son's birthday in a few days, can you come and attend?"

Dean directly refused: "Sorry, I have a lot of things recently."

"Is it because I have a child?"

"Or is it because I'm Japanese that Detective Dean, who has Chinese blood, doesn't like me?"

See what she said bluntly.

Dean was too lazy to be polite, nodded, turned and left.

He has no shortage of women, so there is no need to provoke a widow just because of that trembling.

Watching his back as he left.

Podolia's eyes showed disappointment, and she sighed in her heart: "Mr. Dean, I really want to associate with you, but you don't want to give Leah a chance, so I can only trade you for a promotion."

Her beauty and temperament are her greatest assets.

Since it is useless.

Then the profit is maximized.

She leaned against the cold wall and looked at her cousin in the interrogation room with a blank expression. The frail and boneless fingers hidden in the sleeves were breathing cold light, hiding murderous intent!

Out of the police station.

Dean first called his mother and said that he would not go back today, then drove the car to a hotel, opened a room, and picked up the map of Los Angeles that he brought from the car to study.

According to Yuko Yamaguchi.

She didn't have direct contact with the ogre demon, but placed him in Manor No. 34 in Bron Town, which is located in the suburbs.

This small town manor is similar to the priest's residence that Dean killed before.

However, considering that Yuko Yamaguchi is still underage, even if the family presents her assets, it may not be too expensive.

So Dean guessed.

That place should be a mountainous place like a vacation, and there won't be too many people living around it.

He turned on his mobile computer, entered Bron Town Manor to search, and found that it was located more than forty miles away from downtown Los Angeles, not too far away, but because there was a basin around it, there were many mosquitoes, so it was indeed a remote place.

Pack your stuff.

After simply cleaning up his search traces, Dean walked out of the room and left the hotel along the safe passage.

Not far from this hotel, there is one of his safe houses.

There was a black gun and a few gadgets for his convenience.

For the surrounding environment.

Dean was already at his feet.

in the dark.

He nimbly shuttled around to monitor blind corners, flipped through the high fence outside the community, and touched his safe house.

Sudden.

A chill emerged in his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Dean's figure flashed, and he didn't care about looking stupid. The moment he entered the safe passage, he jumped three meters, stared at the wall and jumped to the upper level of the passage.

people in the air.

bang bang bang~

The sound of gunfire was deafening in the dead of night.

More than a dozen bullets instantly covered the direction of Dean's induction, crackling the dead green branches in that area, and flying debris.

Just when Dean landed to change the magazine, hid in the cement flower bed, and was about to continue the suppression of firepower.

A repressed and trembling voice came from the area where he was strafed by bullets: "Fuck, it's me!"

Hear this familiar voice.

Dean's fingers, which were about to be snapped down, barely stopped.

He hid behind the flower bed, his ears were shaking, and he asked in surprise, "An Bei?"

"it's me!"

"You crazy, almost killed me!"

Anbei lay on the ground, gasping for breath, still in shock.

too scary.

He just wanted to scare Dean.

In the end, before he even made a shot, more than a dozen bullets came through the air, giving him a baptism.

Even though Anbei reacted far beyond ordinary people and used evasive actions, four bullets still hit his chest.

If it wasn't for wearing a bulletproof vest, he was lucky and didn't get shot in the head.

He has now gone to meet Satan.

Even so.

Facing the impact of four large-caliber steel core bullets at close range.

Anbei is also having a hard time now.

He didn't even dare to get up, for fear that the broken rib would be inserted into his internal organs.

It would be too embarrassing to die like that.

It was definitely Anbei.

Dean didn't let his guard down one iota.

Taking advantage of Anbei's ability to reply, he walked around quietly, and through the moonlight, he made sure that Anbei, who was lying on the ground, had no strength to resist, and then strode over.

He squatted in front of Anbei with great interest, pressed his chest, and whistled: "You're lucky, you're actually wearing a body armor."

With the protection of the body armor, Anbei's chest and ribs were only injured, rather than blood holes all over his body.

"Shit luck!"

An Bei lay on the ground and rolled his eyes: "How did you find me?"

"you guess?"

Dean didn't waste time. After cleaning up the scene briefly, he grabbed An Bei and strode towards his safe house.

Don't look around, after the gunfire stopped, there was a dead silence, and there were no residents who turned on the lights.

But he was sure that someone must have called the police.

Shortly after they left.

Sirens sound from the street outside

When the patrolmen are reserved and cautious in the fence of the community, searching for the victims who may be robbed and the gunmen who have not left.

Dean has brought An Bei to the underground of the safe house.

It's very shabby here.

But still hidden and quiet.

Dean groped around Anbei's body familiarly, and cleaned up all the hidden murder weapons on his body. He almost took away his meat sandwiches to see if there was any entrainment in his intestines, and then carefully checked his injuries.

moment.

He shrugged: "You are really lucky. The ribs should only be cracked, not broken. If I fix it for you, you can recover a certain amount of mobility."

"Then I really want to thank you!"

An Bei closed his eyes and let Dean play with him.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Haven't seen you in a while.

He felt that the current Dean was much more terrifying than before.

"You're welcome."

Dean didn't feel guilty about accidentally hurting Anbei.

There is only one life.

Don't talk about accidental injury.

Even if he overreacted and caused a manslaughter, he would never regret or hesitate. At most, he would buy a better coffin for the unlucky guy afterwards and give his family some financial compensation.

Help Anbei deal with the injury.

Dean took out a cigarette, and after being rejected by An Bei, he lit it alone, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "You've been paying attention to me?"

The last time I was fishing at the house of the female receptionist.

Anbei reappeared in a different form, and deliberately made gestures in front of the camera he installed to warn himself, and by the way showed his identity.

this time.

I originally wanted to go to the safe house to change clothes.

Anbei followed him again.

This is no longer a simple coincidence and well-informed.

An Bei bared his teeth and got up from the plank, awkwardly putting on his coat.

After simple adaptation.

He was a little depressed and said: "Dean, it's not me who is following you, but the organization I joined recently, they are following you."

"Lucifer Game Organization?"

"Yes!"

Anbei sighed, and talked about what happened to him after his fake death.

He violated the rules of the dark world, forcibly slaughtered most of the direct members of the Carmen family in Los Angeles, and was rewarded and hunted down by those powerful people.

For self-preservation.

He detonated a large amount of explosives on the Lincoln Farm owned by the Carmen family, and used the material transmission channel of the underground factory to escape from feigning death. By the way, he helped Dean clean up his handwriting in that underground laboratory, and helped him once again.

after.

Through disguising, Anbei got in with the remaining gunmen of the Carmen family, and was finally recruited by a mysterious force.

And this force is the "Lucifer Game Organization" that has always existed only in the online world!

"Can't those gunmen recognize the companions they have been with day and night?" Dean was a little dubious about Anbei's words, and he took a step forward calmly.

Once An Bei is found to be lying.

This distance is enough for him to use his strength instantly to smash An Bei's head with one elbow.

Anbei felt a chill all over his body for no reason.

Although he couldn't match Dean's perception of life-and-death crisis, he had been through life and death since he was a child, and his perception of danger was far beyond ordinary people, and he realized that Dean had murderous intentions.

Anbei quickly explained: "This is my ancestral method, the bionic mask!"

talking.

He turned around in an inconvenient position, raised his hips, and swayed, "Touch my back!"

This guy's 'burning' wave behavior caused Dean's strong discomfort!

Just touch it!

Swing your uncle!

He stretched out his palm and covered Anbei's waist.

With this touch, I immediately noticed the difference.

Although the texture of this area is very similar to that of skin, the temperature is wrong!

Dean stretched out his fingers and squeezed lightly.

A thin layer of rubber-like, silicone-like skin broke away from Anbei's lower back and appeared on his hands.

The texture of this thing is similar to that of skin. When you touch it, you almost think it is human skin, but when it swings, it has good permeability. It is obviously not an ordinary industrial product.

Anbei explained:

"This is Huaguo's disguise method. In the past, it was combined with some Chinese medicinal materials, animal skins, and human skins. After special techniques, it can change the appearance to a certain extent.

With the development of industry, the production of human skin masks has advanced a lot. With clay, it can be made into the appearance of many people. With false sounds, as long as you don't touch it with your own hands and keep staring at it, it is difficult to be seen through. "

So awesome?

Dean moved with the idea of ​​studying.

But now is not the time to do that.

He threw the leather item of unknown material back to Anbei, and changed the topic back: "Anbei, you said before that the Lucifer Game Organization has recruited some of the gunmen left by the Carmen family, and they are still paying attention to me? "

"right!"

Anbei showed interest in his eyes, and glanced at Dean, who gave him a feeling of depression:

"The Lucifer Game Organization has a reward list, divided into internal and external.

The internal reward list, only the internal personnel of the Lucifer game organization have permission to view it.

As for the external reward list, visitors who log in to the official website of the 'Lucifer Game Organization' can see and complete it to obtain corresponding rewards.

The external one is generally rewarded with virtual currency.

On the internal reward list, in addition to virtual currency, there are game currency unique to Lucifer Game Organization.

Members of the organization can take those game coins and exchange them into money, help within the organization, and even if you want to become a rich man who owns an industry, a staff member of the Z government with a certain amount of strength, or even join some special departments in the United States.

This thing is similar to contribution value.

I only settled down because I valued their internal bounty list. I wanted to use their energy to become a sheriff in a remote area. After the turmoil of the Carmen family being wiped out completely calmed down, I came to you in a different way. "

"Then my bounty is on the inside or outside?"

"Inside!" Anbei coughed twice: "The reward is very vague, as long as someone can provide you with meaningful information about a certain action, you can get a certain amount of game coins.

The premise is that it cannot be exposed.

The key is."

Anbei looked at Dean strangely:

"Every two or three days, your detailed location will be accurately located, so that members of the organization near you can find you for observation.

I know you're here because the organization just updated your hotel. "

Hear here.

Dean couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

No wonder I was at the NSA's intelligence base, when the front foot arrived, the female intelligence personnel on the back foot betrayed my information

It turned out that I didn't know when, I had already become a 'mission NPC'.

It's still the kind that explodes gold coins!

Dean rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes.

Tall, with a mental attribute of fifteen points, became agitated.

The memories that had been forgotten these days, like a tornado, turned into fragments, resurfaced in Dean's mind, and were slowly examined by him.

moment.

He opened his eyes and said to himself: "I can be sure that no one has been following me. I live in a hotel and use other people's identity information!"

"What about the top of the head?"

Anbei asked back:

"I joined the Lucifer game organization not long ago, but I can be sure that there are very powerful hackers in the organization as logistics, even if it is to hack into the military satellite above our heads, it is not difficult for them.

And you can't be sure, in addition to hackers, military intelligence organizations, whether there are any of them. "

Dean looked darkly at the basement ceiling.

If so, it's even more troublesome.

Because spending so much thought means that the Lucifer game organization is not malicious to itself, but has high-level executives who are interested in themselves.

That unknown 'higher-level' wanted to subdue him, so he spent time and effort to collect his own intelligence information secretly.

A day or two, maybe nothing.

But it's been a long time.

Not to mention that some of Dean's hidden things will be exposed, or that he will be caught with some tricks that cannot be put on the table, but his logic and thinking mode will definitely be clearly analyzed by the other party.

I said it before.

Psychology, the most important point, is actually information.

mastered these.

The other party wants to design and frame Dean, and finally threaten him and do some other things. It's not too simple.

But because of my small role, I put in so much energy.

Is it worth it?

Dean was uncommonly unsure.

To be a human being, you have to be compelled.

He didn't feel that he was worth the price others paid, just to subdue and absorb himself.

This is so narcissistic!

In this, there must be something that I didn't understand, but it is very important!

There is so little information.

Dean thought about it, and didn't understand what he might have missed.

Fortunately, he has Anbei!

Think here.

Dean looked at Anbei, but didn't express his thoughts directly.

He changed the subject and said, "Anbei, you came to see me today, not just to remind me that the 'Lucifer Game Organization' is paying attention to my affairs, right?"

An Bei nodded:

"Yes, about the reward, let me tell you, there is actually nothing you can do about it.

Offline members of the Lucifer game organization, their identities are too complicated.

They could be a street cleaner, a bakery waitress, or even one of your co-workers

As long as you live on the bright side, it is difficult to avoid this kind of reward.

The reason why I came to look for you today is mainly because of the 'cannibal demon'! "

Anbei looked directly at Dean:

"Although I don't know why you are full of murderous intentions towards these perverts.

But I have to remind you that both the previous 'Toy Killer' and the current 'Ogre Demon' involved some arrangement by Lucifer's game organization.

They are being recruited by the 'Lucifer Game Organization'.

You are now offered a reward, and you take the initiative to participate in it.

One time will not be found.

Impossible not to be discovered again and again! "

Dean frowned: "You mean, the 'Lucifer Game Organization' is now accepting some perverts?"

"Yes, my current identity level is too low, so I don't know the details, but I can vaguely guess that the perverts they attract have a unique charm that can attract some followers."

Anbei stared at Dean, and said meaningfully: "If you have time, you can read the religious books here. The reason why the faith makes the believers firm is because those who want to spread the faith first shed suffering and sacrifice. despair"

Hearing this, Dean was thoughtful.

He nodded: "Thank you for your reminder, I'll take it down!"

Anbei touched the fixed wooden board on his chest, and sighed:

"Don't thank me.

I promised you that as long as you help me take revenge, I will do three things for you.

People in Lao An's family must do what they say and do what they say!

For today's matter, just treat it as if I did something for you. "

finished.

He stopped persuading Dean not to continue contacting the 'cannibal demon', and walked out of the basement with some difficulty.

Looking at his back.

Dean said softly: "If I have something, how can I contact you?"

"At Sam's Biscuit, order 6 takeaways and give them to homeless people outside. When I receive the news, I will take the initiative to come to you." Anbei didn't turn his head, and his voice gradually faded away.

Dean doesn't trust him.

Anbei didn't trust Dean either.

The current Dean gave him an indescribable sense of oppression and unease, so that he was obviously inconvenient to move now, and there might be patrols outside who were attracted by gunshots and patrolling. An Bei didn't want to stay here.

Watch Anbei leave.

Dean hesitated.

Since the 'Ogre Devil' is also a member of the 'Lucifer Game Organization' and is recruiting members, should I do it tonight?

Feel sorry.

Due to update problems, the recent plot seems to be slow.

But the dog thief is also very helpless.

Recently, I participated in three "farewells" in my hometown.

Can you imagine the scene of one-off coffins in the crematorium, one truck after another?

It's hard to say.