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

In 2000, outside Los Angeles.

In a wooden house located deep in the jungle, exaggerated laughter came from time to time.

"We're rich!"

"Hahaha, 3.8 million dollars, a full 3.8 million dollars, how many girls can sleep!"

A group of robbers who had just finished robbing greedily looked at the beautiful knives covering the entire table, with burning marijuana in their hands, with an excited expression, and from time to time they grabbed a beautiful knife and kissed it with their mouths.

A tall black man with muscles like molten steel, with his arms folded and a cigar in his mouth, looked at the carnival crowd with squinted eyes: "A bunch of worthless guys."

His name is Nathan, he is the boss of this group of people, and he is also the leader of this robbery.

Nathan looked away and looked at a black-haired man who was in a daze beside him, the disdain in his eyes turned into appreciation.

This operation can be so smooth, it all depends on the plan of this kid in front of him.

Otherwise, relying on this group of men who only have marijuana and women in their minds, let alone successfully robbing a bank, even if they sell K fans, they can't rob others!

Think here.

Nathan kicked over the wooden stool under his feet, and cursed bitterly, "You pigs! You want to play with women every day when you have money, so you can't learn from Dean. Use your brains more!"

I heard the boss get angry.

The carnival crowd subconsciously looked at the black-haired young man who was squatting by the door in a daze.

The young man is tall and straight, with sharp facial features, a pair of blue eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand flexibly rotates the M1911 loaded with bullets in his hand, not knowing what he is thinking.

Feel the eyes of everyone.

The young man turned his head and grinned: "Boss, in fact, I think it's useless to have a brain. I still have to rely on guns at critical moments, otherwise I would have made a fortune long ago."

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard the words.

"Haha, Boss Nathan, you think highly of this monkey."

"Pudi is right. This trash was almost robbed by a woman during the robbery. Boss Nathan, this monkey is not qualified to share the money with us at all!"

Nathan also frowned slightly.

He is one of the few black people who like to use their brains.

Dean's flexible mind allowed him to earn a lot of money, otherwise he would not have been drawn into this gang full of blacks, but his personality is too weak, and his fighting power is not as good as that of a woman!

Nearly 4 million knives, and I have to take half of it!

If the remaining half is divided equally, my subordinates will definitely feel uncomfortable, and maybe they will have opinions on themselves!

The point is, Dean is weak-tempered, and he dare not say anything more when he suffers.

Others may not necessarily.

Think here.

Nathan looked at Dean: "Dean."

"Boss Nathan, what Purdy said is also reasonable, this time I will take less points."

The black-haired young man, that is, Dean, ignored the other people's playful eyes and said with a smile.

Seeing that he was so knowledgeable, everyone turned their heads with disdain in their eyes, and looked down on this Dean, who is of Chinese descent, even more in their hearts.

In the gang, you can be greedy for money and lustful.

But never be weak!

No one thinks highly of this kind of person, he only deserves to be bullied!

Dean turned a blind eye to the eyes of everyone.

His mind is a mess now.

Actually, his name was Dean, not Dean.

In his previous life, he was a peripheral scavenger of an international organization. He has rich work experience and excellent professional ability. Since he entered the industry, he has never missed a shot and is deeply loved by the organization.

After completing a single task.

Dean habitually found a bulging big horse, ready to relax his tense spirit.

As a result, the pants were not taken off.

His eyes went dark, he lost consciousness, woke up again, and he had already transmigrated into the current Dean.

It may be because of just passing through.

All kinds of memories are mixed in Dean's mind now, and he is in a daze. Only the cold touch of the M1911 in his hand can make him feel better.

"Fuck, I was a scavenger in my previous life, and I've become a robber in this life. Fucking Jill, I can't live without a life of licking blood, right? Why is it so difficult to be a good person!"

What made him even more sad was that he had already given all the money, but he hadn't done anything yet, so why did he travel through time?

Dean looked down at the gun in his hand in a daze.

"Dean... Dean? Dean!"

"FK. YOU! You're deaf from riding a horse!" Nathan smashed the cigar in his hand on Dean's face with a look of anger.

He claims to use his brain, but in fact he is just like most blacks in nature, fierce and irritable, like an incompletely evolved beast, he thinks out every time, calls a few words without getting a response, and loses patience.

Dean, who was distracted, came back to his senses again.

He touched the place where the cigar hit his face, and showed a gentle smile: "Do you want to FK me?"

After the words fell, he directly raised the M1911 in his hand, and pulled the trigger at Nathan expressionlessly.

"Bang bang!"

The gunfire flickered, and two blood flowers bloomed on Nathan's chest.

He looked at Dean in disbelief, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but a mouthful of blood gushed out, and then his majestic body hit the ground heavily, dying with regret!

He never dreamed that he had come through all the ups and downs in the slums, but he would end up in the hands of a little boy.

Everyone else was dumbfounded too.

No one expected that Dean, a weak monkey in their eyes, would suddenly shoot the boss.

"FK.YOU, you dare to kill Boss Nathan!"

"FK!"

For a moment, everyone was shocked, scared and angry, but they didn't dare to act recklessly.

Because they were just admiring the banknotes on the table, the guns were thrown on the chairs, and now they only have money and marijuana in their hands.

Now they were empty-handed, wishing to tear Dean apart, but they didn't dare to move.

"Bang bang bang..."

Dean had never been too lazy to talk to dead people.

Without changing his face, he emptied the magazine in one go with a set of familiar American Juhe, and sent all these people to meet Satan.

The seven corpses fell sideways, or were shot in the chest, or shot in the head, all of them stared wide-eyed, and blood soaked the skirts of their bodies.

"MD"

"Much more comfortable."

Holding a pistol, Dean walked up to the people who were dying, and sneered: "A bunch of bad guys, what's wrong with killing the boss? The king of heaven dared to block the way of making money, so I just tore off his skull!"

He is already a robber, destined to continue to lick blood.

Isn't it delicious to eat alone?

Why bother with this rubbish?

What's more, when these people called him a monkey, he was already a dead man!

Kill seven people in a row.

The strong smell of blood, gunpowder smoke, and marijuana mixed together made people sick.

Dean rubbed his somewhat confused head, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, then picked up a backpack he had prepared earlier from the side, and stuffed money into it.

A beautiful knife weighs more than one gram.

Most of these beautiful knives have a face value of 20, and only a few have a face value of 100. There are more than 100,000 pieces.

More than three million U.S. dollars, adding up to no less than two hundred catties.

Dean packed two suitcases and a backpack in a row before he finished packing the money.

As the saying goes, kill people to kill people, destroy corpses and wipe out traces.

Although Dean's mind is a little confused now, as a professional scavenger, he is still proficient in business.

He quickly wiped the guns in his hands and put them in the hands of one of them, then searched for the IDs and communication equipment on everyone's bodies that might reveal their identity information, smashed them and put them together, and took one and a half guns from the truck outside the house. Migao's oil barrels started to clean up the traces

Boom~

A raging fire set the cabin on fire.

There is open space around the cabin.

After Dean confirmed that the fire would not cause a wildfire, he glanced at the address on his driver's license, started the truck, and drove towards the forest path.

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Goldfinger is at the end of Chapter Eleven, and that's the title of Chapter Twelve.