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

Catholicism is the largest religion in Los Angeles.

Influence in the surrounding area is not small.

If there are more foolish believers, there will be influence and money.

Therefore, most of the Catholic priests are very rich, and although there are ascetic monks, they do not include Brown Hagen, who is the archbishop.

In addition to some major ceremonies and participating in the baptism of children from wealthy families.

most of the time.

Brownhagen lived on a small estate outside his own city.

This is actually a wonderful scene in many big cities in the United States in recent years.

Those with money go out, and those without money gather in the city center.

Apartments became dwellings for the poor.

Bieye Manor is the favorite of the rich.

Powerful people, through these rigid conditions, divide people into different levels.

But this happened to facilitate Dean's actions.

As the archbishop of the Catholic Church in Los Angeles, Brown Hagen has a lot of information on the Internet, and even some fanatical believers will update his itinerary every day, just like chasing stars.

If this kind of unlucky guy doesn't die, who will die?

In fact, if Dean didn't want to keep a low profile.

It is not difficult to kill such a famous public figure.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

Everything is silent.

Dean's pickup also arrived near the town where Brown Hagen was located.

He put on a mask early on, put two Glock 19s on his waist, carried a CZ-805 on his back, and hung various magazines on his legs. He shuttled through the woods and touched the largest manor outside the town.

According to online information.

Archbishop Brownhagen lived in poverty, living in a manor built with the help of "believers", growing his own vegetables, and only two old friends who had been with him for many years by his side.

But Dean knew it was bullshit.

Brownhagen, however, is able to extract at least 20 million dollars worth of oil and water from the bone marrow of those lonely and widowed old people every year.

This kind of person does not enjoy enjoyment, nor can he feel sorry for his animal heart.

Walked in the dark for about ten minutes.

The outline of a manor shrouded in the night appeared in front of Dean.

In fact, the manor here is more like a small farm.

The perimeter is blocked by a fence.

Fruits and vegetables are planted inside.

But more inside, not many people know.

By moonlight.

Dean noticed that red and green lights flashed from time to time in the fenced plants outside the manor.

This is a laser sensor light, not a smart thing.

It can only serve as a warning.

But this also shows that the manor is not as simple as it is said on the Internet.

Dean sprinkled some irritating powder on his body first, then avoided those laser sensor lights, climbed over into the farm, and followed the paths on both sides of the world to feel inside.

There was a slight snoring sound coming from the dark field.

This should be some sleeping dogs.

Go through the second line of defense.

Dean walked cautiously for about 500 meters, and finally saw the real manor in front of him.

It was a two-storey attic covering a large area.

It looks old.

Under the moonlight, the attic looked lonely and empty, much like a classic haunted house in the wilderness in horror movies.

Dean first walked around the attic, and finally opened and closed the doors and windows to confirm Brown Hagen's room, grabbed the protrusion outside the attic with his bare hands, and lifted himself up.

Go outside the window of the master bedroom on the second floor.

Through the window, Dean could only see a person lying inside, but he couldn't tell whether the other person was Brown Hagen himself.

But it doesn't hurt.

If you kill him, you will know whether the opponent is Brown Hagen or not by seeing whether he gives experience points or not.

Dean reached out from his pocket, took out a thin thread, stuffed it in along the window gap, flicked it lightly a few times, and opened the locked window to a small gap.

Then he took out a thin tube about half a meter long from behind, dipped some metal powder in a plastic box, pointed at the figure on the bed, and pulled the switch.

There was a flash of coldness.

The person on the bed seemed to be bitten by a mosquito, subconsciously touched the part where the needle was hit, and continued to sleep soundly.

Make sure the opponent hits the needle.

Dean waited patiently.

This is actually a blow needle.

In the past, it was mostly blowing with the mouth against the thin tube.

But when the DNA was detected, the original mouth-blowing method was retired on the spot.

The blowing needle has also changed with the times, and it has been replaced with a simple mechanism, which can produce a good penetration effect within a distance of ten meters.

Contaminated powders are mineral toxins.

Mineral toxins have the advantages of simple preservation, quick effect, easy extraction, stable properties, and high cost performance. They are the first choice for assassination.

Waited for about a minute or so.

The person who was sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly struggled up, as if his whole body was convulsed, and seemed to be having an epileptic seizure. After a few convulsions, he slammed heavily on the bed.

died!

Dean's face sank under the mask.

There is no hint on the panel!

This is not Brown Hagen.

Just when he was about to enter the house to search and empty the place.

The heart of the person accompanying the bed stopped.

woo woo woo~

Shrill sirens sounded from all over the manor.

"Fuck!"

"This person is also part of the manor's vigilance!"

Hearing the harsh sirens and the still manor, Dean's eyes flashed fiercely, he kicked open the window from the other side, took down the CZ-805 with a full 100 bullets on its back, and started searching for Brownhagen's house. Location.

Thieves do not go empty!

Killing all the beasts here is also a perfect sneak!

Anyway, in Dean's eyes.

Neither Brown Hagen nor the dog legs beside him are human beings.

Of course, once more than twenty minutes, there is no harvest.

Dean would leave without hesitation.

This place is remote, except for a few small characters in the town not far away, and the nearest police station is half an hour's drive away.

Twenty minutes is the warning line in Dean's mind.

In the attic, the alarm is blaring.

Although the possibility of reaching the town is very small, Dean, who was furious, blew up these alarm devices one by one.

As a crappy killer.

Instead of doing anything else, he turned on the lights in the room and searched quickly.

The attic has two floors.

a few minutes.

Dean checked all the rooms roughly.

No one at all.

besides.

Dean found traces of human life in the utility room on the first floor.

Look at clothing and accessories.

Similar to the pajamas of the guy who died on the second floor.

But the beds in the utility room were surprisingly luxurious and out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Dean guessed that Brown Hagen usually lived in the master bedroom on the second floor, but when he was sleeping, he changed beds with the servants like a dog.

What about others?

If you don't sleep at night, where will you die?

"Brownhagen's whereabouts outside have never been concealed from the believers in the town. Every day, someone posts the things he cultivated by himself on the Internet, which means that he really lives here."

Since it is not in the attic on the bright side.

That is, there is a dark room under the attic!

Dean thought of so many wires that need to be laid out for surveillance, and rushed out of the house. After scanning the exposed wires outside, his eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the kitchen behind the attic.

now.

In the basement, an old man in his fifties frowned at the masked man rushing towards the entrance of the basement.

He sighed, took off a set of shabby priest's robes from the bed, put them on, stood in front of the cold guns hanging on the wall, and prayed devoutly: "Great Lord, believer Amodoka will offer you a Lost lamb, may your great Holy Spirit protect me"

one wall away.

Already there was intense gunfire.

The other party has discovered the entrance and is destroying the organ!

The old man was unmoved, and after praying piously, he grabbed the large rotating nozzle in front of him, which was as thick as an adult's arm, and casually hung the string of large bullets on the wall like a bunch of garlic around his neck, and walked calmly to the tunnel Entrance.

He killed countless times in his life, and his hands were bloody.

A mere intruder.

Kill him like a dog.

This is also the main reason why Archbishop Brownhagen dared to bring two old servants to live in the manor after doing all the wrong things!

There is one aspect of the warning method that is not good enough.

A down-and-out 'Retribution Knight' guardian is also a very important aspect!

bump!

A muffled sound!

Accompanied by violent destruction of the connection.

The camouflaged iron gate smashed heavily into the underground passage.

Dean didn't even look at it. He stuck his gun into the tunnel and pulled the trigger to sweep around, trying to cover all the areas at the end of the tunnel.

Dangdangdang~

The crisp sound of bullet casings falling to the ground continued.

until the magazine is emptied.

Dean just put on a new drum magazine and jumped into the tunnel.

I saw the end of the tunnel with bright lights.

An old man with a thick skeleton, his body supported by an exaggerated spray gun, covered in bullet holes and bloodstains, his eyes widened, staring at Dean who jumped into the passage, with an unfocused appearance.

Dean: "... really hit the unlucky guy."

With a cautious attitude, he didn't care if there were fish or not, and he thought of frying first, but he didn't expect that some fish would take the bait automatically, so he waited for him at the side of the passage.

Don't say it.

The old man looked mighty in appearance, and the sprayer was probably quite powerful.

Once let the opponent shoot.

In the narrow tunnel, people will become a sieve when they enter.

Dean touched the authentic soil, affirmed his thoughts, and he was relieved in his heart, which was a little uneasy.

There should be no other exit passages in this place, and the possibility of hiding self-destruct explosives is not high.

This is his experience.

A place like Tunnel is either used to escape, or to hide a private place, which requires strong privacy.

In ancient times, nobles and rich people could kill construction workers.

Modern times are much more troublesome.

The key is Brown Hagen's identity, and he can't do this.

Although he is the head of Catholicism in Los Angeles, he is more like a courtesan, with great influence and connections, but he no longer has the status he had hundreds of years ago.

Otherwise, you won't take the high risk of losing your reputation.

To gnaw the bone marrow of those old people.

He needs money to maintain his social status and status!

So this underground secret room should be used more to hide secrets.

Reality is not a movie.

Not every underground passage is full of organs.

It is not that simple to make this thing, and it is easy to accidentally injure one's own people due to disrepair.

Since someone is guarding the channel.

It shows that it is unlikely that the channel has a mechanism.

Dean walked forward against the wall, walked quickly to the old man who was dying, looked at him twice, and then turned his attention to the front.

The passage he passed was more like an entry corridor.

Inside, there is a small cubicle of about five square meters.

A bed, half of the wall monitoring, almost occupied all the space.

Outside the compartment is another switch door.

There was a lot of movement outside.

Inside the compartment, but there was no response.

I don't know if the people inside were terrified, or the sound insulation here is so good that the people inside don't know what's going on outside.

Simply look for it.

Dean didn't find the key.

This thing should be open at ordinary times. Only when someone enters, can this heavy-looking door be closed from the inside.

This made Dean even more interested in what was inside.

He carefully observed the construction of the lower compartment door.

After all, he is a man with the L1 skill of stealing. Although he is not proficient, he also has a certain understanding of the structure of door locks.

This door can be broken!

Dean raised his foot, just about to kick towards the door connection, then seemed to think of something, grabbed the dead body that was leaning against the wall, dragged it close to the door of the compartment, and then kicked down heavily.

touch~

The sound of violent impact echoed in the narrow underground space.

The dust was scattered.

There are obvious cracks in the area where the door and the wall connect.

There is a show!

Dean got excited, and with the help of ancient Muay Thai boxing, he concentrated his strength on the connecting position with one kick, and when he came down with more than a dozen kicks, there was a muffled click.

The thick compartment door was tilted crookedly inside.

Without hesitation, Dean grabbed the corpse on the side, used it as a shield, pulled the trigger in his hand ahead of time, and rushed in.

next moment.

bang bang bang~

Bullets collided.

The violent gunshots echoed endlessly.

The large corpse in front of Dean was trembling from the beating, and a woman's screams followed in the compartment.

Someone has been shot!

Dean didn't care about this, he dragged the body back to the compartment, and at the same time, the muzzle of the gun poured down like raindrops in the direction of the screams.

Rifles are more important than pistols to be faster than accurate.

Accompanied by precision strikes.

The screams lasted less than two seconds before stopping abruptly.

The counterattack inside was also silent.

In the strong smell of gunpowder smoke, Dean listened for a while, thought for a while, picked up the huge spray nozzle hanging on the corpse, dragged the corpse with his left hand, held the spray spray with his right hand, and walked in again.

In such a small space, in front of the trolls, they are equal for life, even if the other party wears a body armor, it is useless!

When he was undoubtedly a little too cautious.

I saw a small room.

A terrified old man was curling up under a strangely shaped operating table, holding a pistol that was out of bullets, desperately pulling the trigger at Dean

on the operating table.

A naked, half-dissected corpse has been beaten to pieces.

Under the stage, there was also a female corpse lying in a corner, lifeless.

Seeing that the other party was no longer a threat, Dean glanced around, habitually confirming the environment, but saw red lights flashing on the four corners, clearly four high-definition unencoded cameras covering the entire room.

Fuck!

Feeling bad, Dean threw away the corpse in front of him, raised his gun and shot four times, blowing up four cameras, then rushed to the old man angrily, and smashed him hard on the corpse on the operating table.

"Say, what were you doing just now!!!"

"It's over, it's over!" The old man smiled miserably, reversed his panicked posture before, and grabbed the gun in his hand without fear of death.

Dean subconsciously pulled the trigger.

blah blah~

Blood splattered everywhere.

next moment.

A piece of information appeared in Dean's mind.

[Solution of the Elderly Slaughterhouse Case, Experience Points +5000, L9→L12, Attribute Points +3, Skill Points +3]

The experience gained this time did not disappoint Dean.

Plus the previous experience points near the upgrade.

This time it went up to three levels.

It can be called a wave of fat!

The harvest is the harvest.

But when he saw several cameras blown up by him in the corner, Dean felt a little uneasy.

I seem to have heard of this scene somewhere.

"It doesn't matter, what do you want to do, anyway, I'm wearing a mask!"

Dean suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, looked at the breathless Brown Hagen with some regret, and turned to leave.

Originally, he was thinking that Brown Hagen had made so much black-hearted money, so if he could borrow some money and spend it for him, it would be regarded as helping him accumulate virtue with God.

As a result, the old man deliberately courted death, and his instincts were too quick.

Simply cleaned up the traces and destroyed the monitoring equipment.

Dean drove back to the city.

at the same time.

On an encrypted live broadcast network platform that is currently extremely rare, with the black screen of the live broadcast, the blood red barrage jumps rapidly.

Come back a little late.

Today, the three chapters, 13,000, have been updated (with Mrs. Haas's character notes, it is actually an update of 15,000.).

before twelve o'clock.

There is one more chapter to add.

Gagen, brothers can watch it tomorrow.

The dog thief went to eat first.