MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 184 Anbei who was almost shot to death (two in one)

  Chapter 184 Anbei who was almost shot to death by random guns (two in one))

   "Demon, never die?"

  Hearing this, Dean laughed silently.

  He looked at Podolia, whose complexion was pale and rosy beside him: "You discuss with Merck and others the follow-up treatment 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, lest Merck, the unreliable pair of FBI agents, startle the snake 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 baby?"

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

   See what she said straightforwardly.

  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.

  Pordolia'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."

  Beauty and temperament are her greatest assets.

  Since it is useless.

   Then maximize the benefits.

  She snuggled up against the cold wall, looking at her cousin in the interrogation room with a blank expression, the frail and boneless ten fingers hidden in the sleeves, there was a cold glow, lurking murderous intent!

  Out of the police station.

  Dean called his mother first, saying 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, but placed him in Manor No. 34 in Bron Town, which is located in the suburbs.

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

   But considering that Yuko Yamaguchi is still underage, even if the family presents her assets, it is unlikely that it will be too expensive.

   So Dean guessed.

  That place should be a mountainous area similar to 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.

   Put away your stuff.

   After briefly 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 is a black gun and some gadgets for him to use.

   For the surrounding environment.

  Dean is already familiar with the road.

in the dark.

  He swiftly shuttled around to monitor blind spots, 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 floor of the passage.

   People are 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 green dead branches in that area, and flying debris.

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

  A repressed and trembling voice came from the area where his bullets were strafing: "Fuck, it's me!"

   Hear this familiar voice.

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

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

"it's me!"

   "You crazy, almost killed me!"

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

   Too scary.

  He was just trying to scare Dean.

   As a result, before he could make a shot, more than a dozen bullets came through the air, giving him a baptism.

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

   If it wasn't for wearing a bulletproof vest, life was good and he didn't get headshot.

  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 stand up, for fear that the broken rib would be inserted into his internal organs.

   It would be too aggrieved to die like that.

   It was definitely An Bei.

  Dean didn't let his guard down in the slightest.

   Taking advantage of Anbei's 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 are lucky, you are actually wearing a body armor."

  Protected by body armor, Anbei was only injured in his chest and ribs, not directly covered in blood holes.

   "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 doing their jobs carefully and carefully at the fence of the community, searching for victims who may be robbed and gunmen who have not yet left.

  Dean has brought Anbei to the underground of the safe house.

  It's very simple here.

   But still hidden and quiet.

  Dean groped Anbei's body familiarly, and cleaned up all the hidden murder weapons on his body. He almost opened his Roujiamo to see if his intestines were entrained, and then carefully checked his injuries.

   A 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!"

   Anbei 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 feels that the current Dean is much scarier than before.

"You're welcome."

  Dean didn't feel guilty about accidentally injuring Anbei.

   There is only one life.

  Don't talk about accidental injury.

  Even if he overreacted and caused 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 Anbei, he lit it alone, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "You've been paying attention to me?"

   Last time I was fishing at the house of the female police officer.

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

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.

  Grinning his teeth, An Bei got up from the plank, and awkwardly put on his coat.

  After simple adaptation.

  He said a little depressed: "Dean, it's not me who is paying attention to you, but the organization I joined recently, and they are paying attention to 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 and forcibly slaughtered most of the direct members of the Carmen family in Los Angeles, resulting in the rewards offered by those powerful people.

  For self-protection.

  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.

  Anbei sneaked into the remaining gunmen of the Carmen family through disguise, 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 exert force instantly and smash An Bei's head with one elbow.

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

  Although he couldn't achieve Dean's perception of the crisis of life and death, he had been born and died 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!"

   said.

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

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

  Touch it!

  Swing your uncle!

  He stretched out his palm and covered An Bei's waist.

  With this touch, I immediately noticed the difference.

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

  Dean stretched out his fingers and squeezed lightly.

  A layer of thin 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 skin. When you touch it, you almost think it is human skin, but it has good permeability when it swings. It is obviously not an ordinary industrial product.

  Anbei explained:

   "This is Huaguo's disguise method. It used to be 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 molded into the appearance of many people, and with false sounds, as long as you don't touch it with your own hands and stare at it, it is difficult to see through it. "

  So awesome?

   Dean moved to study.

  But now is not the time to do this.

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.

  Internal reward list, only the internal personnel of Lucifer Game Organization have permission to view.

  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 the corresponding rewards.

  The outer one is generally rewarded with virtual currency.

  The internal reward list, in addition to virtual currency, also has game currency unique to the Lucifer game organization.

   Members of the organization can take those game coins and exchange them into money, help within the organization, even if you want to become a rich man with an industry, a staff of the Z government with a certain 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. When 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 are here because the organization has just updated the hotel you are in. "

   Hear here.

   Dean couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle.

   No wonder I was in the intelligence base of the NSA. As soon as I arrived at the front foot, 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.

   A 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?"

   An Bei asked:

   "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 gloomyly at the basement ceiling.

  If this is the case, it will be even more troublesome.

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

  The unknown 'high-level' wants to subdue him, so he spends 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 unspeakable handles, but his logic and thinking mode will definitely be clearly analyzed by the other party.

   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 is not too simple.

  But because I am a small role, I put in so much energy.

   Is it worth it?

  Dean was uncommonly unconfident.

   To be a human being, one has to be decisive.

  He doesn't feel that he is worth the price others pay, just to subdue and absorb himself.

  This is too narcissistic!

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

   Too little information.

  Dean wanted to scratch his head, but he 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 find 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, I tell you, but there is 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 'ogre demon'! "

   Anbei looked straight 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' have involved some arrangement of 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 detected.

   It is impossible not to be discovered every time! "

  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 reminding me, I will remember it!"

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

   "Don't thank me.

  I promised you that as long as you assist me in revenge, I will do three things for you.

  People who settle down in the old age 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 speaking.

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

   Watching his back.

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

   "At Sam's Biscuit Shop, order 6 takeaways and give them to homeless people outside. When I receive the news, I will take the initiative to come to you." An Bei 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 gives him an indescribable sense of oppression and anxiety, so that he is obviously inconvenient to move now, and there may be patrolling police who are attracted and patrolling outside due to gunshots. Anbei doesn'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.

  

  

  

  (end of this chapter)