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

  Chapter 311 Security Check

   I don't know if it's a coincidence.

  When the three corpses were thrown into the air, they happened to fly past Dean.

   Bits of blood dripping down.

  Remove courage.

Cheston touched the scarlet blood spots on his cheeks, and felt that the courage gained by slaughtering pigs and cows lost 70% in an instant, and the other 30% was all due to the boss Dean beside him, so that he could Strong hold without going soft directly to the deck.

   buzz buzz

   Accompanied by the speedboat being pulled up mechanically.

  A metal ladder was dropped from above, signaling the people on the speedboat to climb up.

  The lame old man took the lead, grabbed the ladder, and climbed up swiftly with his hands and feet, without being affected by the artificial limbs at all, he was even more agile than ordinary people.

   "Let's go."

  Dean patted Cheston on the shoulder, followed behind the old man, and climbed up.

   deck.

Several sailor-like people wearing white masks were washing the blood stains on the deck with a water hose. There were a few **** game uniforms in the corner. It seemed that the dead were all contestants, and they were stripped naked and thrown away. under the sea.

  Behind the sailors, there were seven or eight men and women wearing the same clothes as Dean, huddled together.

   These people are old and young, male and female.

  Under the illumination of incandescent lamps.

  They all looked terrified and helpless, and looked like a group of civilians who had never seen **** scenes.

besides.

   There are more than a dozen people wearing white masks and sailor costumes, standing on both sides of the deck, like wooden figures, and in front of them are several armed men wearing skull masks.

   These people all have a strange characteristic.

   That is strong!

   Extraordinarily strong!

  Especially the skeleton man standing at the front, over two meters tall, with arms hanging down from both sides of his waist, like a silverback gorilla, probably as thick as an ordinary person's waist, just standing there is daunting.

  He should be the leader of this group of people.

   See Dean and they come up from below.

  The two-meter-tall leader, a strong man with a skull mask, mechanically walked up to the old man, nodded at him, and then looked at Dean and Cheston who had just climbed up.

  When the other party was looking at him, Dean was also looking at him.

The opponent's body was larger than his elder brother Baker, with two almost deformed arms, long and thick, like a silverback gorilla in clothes, the key was the eyes exposed under the mask, cold and dull, with a gaze For such a ruthless person as Dean, he felt chills in his heart, as if he had met a bloodthirsty beast.

   This guy is scary!

   Obviously bare-handed.

  But Dean's perception was like a beast. When he saw the strong man in the skull mask, he kept warning him, as if getting too close would endanger his life.

   This is the first time Dean has encountered such a situation!

  But how is this possible!

  His current physique has begun to develop into a non-human being!

  Proficient level of ancient Muay Thai, it can be called the pinnacle of bare-handed fighting skills.

  Only about unarmed combat.

  In this world, is there anyone else who can compare with me?

  For a moment, Dean wondered if he was oversensitive.

   "Take them to the security gate."

   It seems that the identity of the visitor has been confirmed.

  The man in the skull mask withdrew his dull gaze, and a mechanical electronic sound came out from the mask.

  His status is not low.

   Hear the command.

   Immediately, two sailors stepped forward and motioned Dean to follow them.

"Walk."

   Dean patted Cheston.

  Cheston's uneasiness had flooded his face.

  He said in a trembling voice: "Boss Dean, do you think these masked people are not normal people!"

Whether it is the masked man dressed as a sailor, or these people wearing skull masks and holding weapons, they are all too strong, and the eyes under the mask are very dull. When walking, they are like mechanical puppets, and their movements are mechanically stiff. A sense of inhuman weirdness.

   "Don't talk, just do what we are asked to do!"

   After Dean finished speaking, he ignored Chestain.

  On board the boat, he understood the meaning of the last sentence in the letter: The Lucifer Game Organization has never played games for the sake of games, it is not a pure criminal organization!

  Dean suspects that these guys are doing some forbidden human experiments!

  Because only the same inhuman can make him feel threatened now!

   But Dean didn't panic.

   No matter how inhuman he is, he can't hold back that big weapon in his subspace.

   Whenever the situation is not right.

  He turned into Namo-Gatling, Rocket, and TNT King Kong, and directly surpassed the cruise ship!

   Followed by two sailors.

   Dean and the two came to a small room.

  In the room, there was only one metal aisle that looked a bit complicated. It looked a bit like a security gate, but it was much more complicated. There was also a heavy electronic instrument on the side of the aisle.

  In front of the instrument, sat a woman wearing a mask.

   See someone coming.

  The woman yawned and said in an original voice: "Before the inspection, I must remind you that if you have any illegal items on your body, hand them over now, it will not count as your violation, or you will be cleared."

  Dean felt that this woman was a little different from the old man and others he had seen before.

  The other party is more like a normal person.

  A normal-looking woman of the opposite sex.

  Dean immediately showed a smile that has been practiced thousands of times on his face: "Are there many people in this game?"

  Listen to the magnetic sound.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, like a tired person who drank a cup of coffee, pulled herself together, looked at Dean seriously, and then took a deep breath through the mask: "FK, those **** actually took a handsome guy like you As a test product!"

   She still wants to say something.

   At this moment, the sound of beeps sounded from the woman's electronic device.

  The woman felt as if she had been poured with cold water when she heard the voice. She didn't dare to look at Dean any more. She lowered her head and said in a business-like manner, "If you don't want to die, walk over quickly, stand in the middle of the aisle for three seconds, and then go back to the door."

  Seeing this, Dean felt a little regretful.

  If he can break into the enemy's interior by seduction, why would he cherish his innocence.

  Why don't you give me a chance!

  He didn't ask any more questions, and walked into the security check channel.

  The channel has induction and lights up.

  Three seconds later.

  With the sound of a beep, the green light above the aisle lights up.

  The woman breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was a green light, and waved Dean to go back to the door. It was obvious that the security check had passed.

   When it was Cheston's turn, he didn't have such a good attitude.

   This guy, just because his legs were weak, rubbed a bit, and the woman in the mask, who didn't know which button was pressed, directly activated the electric shock mechanism. He fell to the ground and convulsed, almost foaming.

   No wonder the two sailors did not enter the small room.

   It turned out that there was electricity inside.

  After turning over Cheston, the woman waved to the sailors outside,

  One person came in, grabbed the 150-60-jin Cheston with one hand, lifted it like a dead dog, and threw it into the security channel.

  Three seconds later.

  The green light is on.

  The sailor who came in grabbed Cheston in his hands again, and brought Dean back to the deck.

   before leaving.

  Dean nodded his thanks to the masked woman who was peeking over.

  The reason why the other party telegraphed Cheston was actually to remind and warn him: any sailor here can lift one or two hundred catties with one hand, and he cannot resist.

  The subconscious words before also revealed a piece of information: the people participating in the game are all experimental products, and this game is actually an experiment.

  This is information that was not revealed in the previous envelope.

   Sure enough, to be a human being, you still have to rely on your appearance.

   It’s just the pity of Cheston, a tool man, who was directly spitting bubbles by electricity, which is really miserable.

   Wait until the two of Dean are taken away.

  The masked woman in the small room shook her head regretfully.

  Before the other party left, he nodded to himself to express his gratitude. He obviously understood his reminder. Unfortunately, he was just a **** in the organization and had no freedom at all, let alone shelter this unlucky guy.

  Thinking of Dean's rather healing smile just now.

  The woman in the mask bit her lip, and couldn't help but want to check Dean's information through the organization's equipment.

next moment.

  On the screen, a red exclamation mark flashed a dangerous red light, and the terrified eyes of the masked woman were also dyed blood red.

   With trembling palms, she closed the profile page, not daring to continue to look it up.

  That guy is actually the person Gabriel paid attention to!

  Look again.

  She will die a terrible death.

  After passing the security check.

  Dean, who was like a dead dog, was led by two sailors to the group of people who were also wearing game costumes, and then returned to both sides of the deck.

   Obviously someone else will come later.

  Cheston had slowed down a long time ago, but he didn't move because he was slipped by the sailor just now.

   Now dropped on the icy deck.

  He quickly got up.

  Although it is still a little wobbly and weak, it has regained its power of action.

  Dean wanted to say a few words to appease the unlucky Cheston. There was movement on the front deck.

   The two followed the voice, only to realize that there was another newcomer wearing game costumes coming up.

  This time, there were four women and three men, seven people.

   Moreover, they seemed to not only have no fear on their faces, but looked around with curiosity and excitement on their faces, as if they really regarded this as a rare adventure game.

   Especially one of the women who is not low in tonnage.

She stared at the captain of the skull mask walking towards them with bright eyes, as if a sow in heat saw a strong boar, she pushed away her companions and greeted her: "Are you the NPC from the game? My name is Zhu Shan, maybe we can have a drink later and discuss how to clear the game."

  Seeing this scene, Cheston could not bear it: "This woman is finished."

  Dean didn't speak, but he also agreed with Cheston's statement in his heart.

  For this group of guys with indifferent eyes, killing a person is probably the same as killing a chicken, without any psychological burden.

  How do you know.

  The leading masked man, who looked like a silverback gorilla, didn't seem to have heard the fat woman's accost, but just scanned the seven people who came up, checked their identities, and said in the same mechanical voice: "Take them to the security gate."

  The two sailors, as before, motioned for the seven to follow them.

   Looking at this deja vu scene.

  Dean and Chesston really had the illusion of watching the plot over the theater in their hearts.

   These seven men and women quickly went through the security check.

  They seemed to be together, and they didn't know what it meant to be on this ship. After returning to the deck, they still got together, chattering and making noise.

  The key is to turn a blind eye whether it is the armed men with skull masks holding guns or the sailors who have cleaned the deck.

  The more you look, the more these guys look like NPCs with fixed procedures.

   Even more outrageous.

Dean took Chesston and huddled in the corner of the crowd, listening to the few words in their chat, and found that these guys were actually invited here to participate because they had cleared various games in reality. game.

   No wonder these guys aren't scared at all.

  Dean also found that the few people who came up before them saw that the masked men were silent, and they also mustered up the courage to go up, telling the story of their coming here, and at the same time telling what happened before.

   "What, you mean, three people were shot dead on this deck before?"

  A woman, because she was too surprised, looked at the other woman who was talking to her in disbelief.

The woman who reminded her quickly covered her mouth, and looked at the masked men with regret, and after seeing that they hadn't looked over, she said angrily in a low voice: "Believe it or not, anyway, this game is not what we imagined at all." So safe!"

   Finished speaking.

  She retracted back to her previous position.

  The rest of the men and women who came up first with her did not dare to continue talking to the third group of men and women, for fear that this group of idiots would hurt themselves.

in the corner.

   Dean was thoughtful.

  Through the conversations of these people, he discovered some patterns.

   Players on board, one type, last batch.

   There were ten people who came up first, and they were all experts in various extreme sports in reality. After participating in some offline breakthrough games, they were invited to participate in this bigger game.

   As a result, among them, three guys did not pay attention to the receptionist's warning, and carried some electronic equipment. They were shot dead on the spot, frightening the remaining seven people.

  The second batch of people who came up were Dean and Chez Dean.

  As for their identities, they were all FBI agents when they received the invitation letter, and they also exposed the Lucifer Game Organization, a hunting ground secretly set up in a small town on the outskirts of Las Vegas.

  The seven men and women who came up in the third batch were all gamers in reality.

  The game they played was actually one of the pixel games that the Los Angeles Police Department and Harry were addicted to.

   This group of players, after clearing the level all the way, finally received the invitation letter of the battle royale game together.

  Dean guessed that the people who joined later should have similar rules: for example, similar identities, for some reason, were involved with the Lucifer organization, and were finally selected as players in this game.

   Perhaps it was the abnormal reaction of the first batch of players on board.

  The third batch of men and women came up, although they were skeptical, and even wondered whether they deliberately caused psychological pressure on them in order to win the game, but they were still quite quiet. It was just a group of seven people, whispering and discussing.

  Seeing the excitement and anticipation on their faces, Dean knew that these guys hadn't recognized reality yet.

   It didn't take long.

  The fourth group of gamers, led by the old man who received Dean before, boarded the cruise ship.

   There are only six people in this group.

  Five men and one woman.

  But the six people, their identities are obviously not ordinary, they formed a certain kind of alert formation as soon as they came up, scanning around vigilantly, and even had the habit of subconsciously touching their waists.

  Next, it is the same process.

  The man in the mask who looked like a silverback gorilla stepped forward to confirm the identities of the six people.

corner.

   Cheston tilted his face slightly, and whispered to Dean: "Boss Dean, these people have definitely received professional training and have killed people before. Maybe they are also colleagues of special agencies!"

Dean didn't turn his head, just said softly: "It's not a special organization. These guys should be mercenaries active on the front line. Have you seen that inconspicuous scar face? He has the highest status among these people and should be one of the captains." Category."

  Cheston followed the people Dean said, but found that it was difficult to see the faces of these people clearly in his position under the dark night.

   "Boss Dean has really good eyesight."

   Cheston muttered, stopped paying attention to that side, and curled up into a ball.

   This can minimize the damp and cold sea breeze, take away the heat in the body, and keep yourself in a good state.

  He didn't notice that Dean's eyes were not looking at those men at all.

  From the moment these people get on board.

Dean's gaze was fixed on the only female face among the six people: a ferocious black widow with teeth and claws occupied half of the woman's right side of her face, crossing the bridge of the nose and eye sockets, making people daunting.

Appeared!

  On the envelope, the woman in the sixth tip appeared!

  Sixth Tip:

   Find the woman with the spider tattoo on her face.

  She is the key to your survival.

  What is the identity of this woman?

  Why did the person who reminded me say that she was the key to both of us surviving?

   While Dean was thinking.

  The fourth batch of six people, led by the sailor, walked into the small room for the security check one by one

  (end of this chapter)