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

Dean is still very curious about the FBI, a magical department that can intervene as long as it involves violations of federal laws.

Massa was not stingy, and simply popularized some of the internal situation of the FBI.

The FBI is well-known both at home and abroad, but the treatment is actually hard to describe.

It has many internal departments, but in general, employees are divided into 19 levels, A-D, A1 is the lowest, D4 is the highest, and D level is the supervisor level.

As a trace tracking expert, Massa is now an instructor at the training base, but his level is equivalent to the C1 of the field director of the FBI regional branch.

This level is not too low.

But Massa's annual salary is only about 70,000 yuan.

This is because he is anchored in a prosperous place like Los Angeles and has additional subsidies to reach this level.

Then deduct about 26% of the state tax and land tax

Hmm. It's about 53,000 U.S. dollars.

The salary of an ordinary city patrol policeman who goes out to the field and works a lot of overtime is not as high.

Can you believe it?

This is the salary of the field supervisor level of the regional branch!

Some black workers work hard to clean the dishes, and if they go to deliver a takeaway after get off work, they may earn more than Massa in a month

As for Mengxin, it's even worse.

Before leveling up.

The average salary in the first year is about 30,000 US dollars.

Not as good as the income of some black workers

When Dean heard this, he almost thought Massa was joking.

Think back to being in the police department.

The group of FBI students who followed Anthony, wearing suits, sunglasses and small headsets, were full of style, and they were so badass. Who would have thought that they were actually a group of bitter people whose income was not as good as that of black workers.

Dean didn't know how the FBI in his previous life was treated in 2000.

But this parallel world.

That's how hard they are.

Of course, wages belong to wages.

Some incompetent hard-working people, after being tricked in by the FBI's high-ranking background, later found out that something was wrong, and ran away when they couldn't bear it.

But there are also people who are in the top position, using this platform to make money in various ways.

Massa is such a person.

He spoke vigorously, and spit out of the car, his face unmoved: "If I can't use the platform and identity of the FBI to make extra money, I would have run away."

"for example?"

"For example, if I use my current status to teach, the starting salary is 50,000 US dollars." Massa added: "Hourly salary!"

"so tall!"

Dean was a little taken aback.

Massa chuckled, and then sighed again: "However, it's not easy to find this kind of bully. Most of the time, I still accept some rewards like today."

"Unspoken rules?"

"Almost, it's the same as His Excellency Anthony, who used his identity to open more than 20 prisons throughout the United States." Massa shrugged: "Otherwise, who would take the money from selling flour and risk selling white powder."

Dean was speechless.

This is the real world!

"By the way." Massa seemed to think of something, and reminded: "Dean, my friend is Barton. He is an active field officer and a member of the counterintelligence team. He has a sensitive personality. When you meet him, don't ask him about The internal situation of the FBI, otherwise he will definitely investigate you in private."

"So perverted?"

Although Dean thought he did things cleanly, he didn't want to be stared at secretly.

"Understand, professional habits, people in the anti-espionage team have some basic psychological problems, and they like to spy on other people's privacy.

If it wasn't for his powerful force, I really don't want to cooperate with him. "

Dean: "."

You said it earlier!

Single-handed force, who can be stronger than me?

Dean grabbed Massa's wheel, lightly stepped on the brakes, and stopped the car on the side of the road with Massa's face dazed and powerless to resist.

"F your behavior just now was very dangerous, I need an explanation!"

Massa, a former FBI auxiliary logistics officer who looks fierce but actually fights the scum, originally wanted to get angry, but when he thought of Dean's strong body, his tone softened involuntarily.

Dean didn't talk nonsense, he stared into Massa's eyes and said seriously: "You follow, I kill, I will give you 2.2 million!"

"This joke."

A coin was thrown overhead from the car window.

Dean didn't look at it, he drew his gun and fired three times.

ding ding ding~

There were three consecutive crisp impact sounds, which merged into one sound, drowned in the gunshots, and also interrupted Massa's words.

Massa narrowed his eyes.

What a fast gun!

He didn't even see where Dean pulled the gun from!

But gun fast, there's a bird.

Dean put down the pistol and reached out to grab it. A tattered and twisted steel coin fell right into the palm of his hand.

Massa looked at the coin with at least three gunshot marks in Dean's hand, blinked, then reached out and rubbed it, after confirming that all of this was real and not a hallucination.

He opened his mouth wide, pointed to the coin, and then pointed to the pistol on Dean's lap. He wanted to say something, but found it difficult to express his inner emotions at the moment given his cultural level.

Lacking words, he could only stick out his thumb in the end: "Shit, how come?"

If you translate it, it will probably be: Fuck, so awesome?

Dean pretended a little, smiled lightly, and threw the coin into Massa's hand: "Masa, believe me, we don't need your friend who likes to pry into privacy. You track, I kill, you can compare the original An extra two hundred thousand dollars!"

Touching the twisted coin that was still warm.

Massa nodded heavily, picked up the black and ugly satellite phone, and called again: "Hey, Barton, my good brother, it's like this no no no no, I didn't lie to you, my bitch is really about to give birth You are my good brother, I really did not lie to you! Come back and treat you to dinner!"

"You actually use this kind of excuse???"

It's too perfunctory and nonsense!

Massa said indifferently: "I'm just giving him a step. Barton knows that our brotherhood is worthless, at least not worth two hundred thousand dollars. This is the world of adults."

"Well, I hope we won't bump into your good brother Button on the return journey." Dean rolled his eyes.

Since in Massa's eyes, that Button is not worth two hundred thousand dollars.

It must be in the eyes of that Barton.

Massa's life is not worth five million dollars!

Massa showed a sly smile:

"Dean, guess why I called you?

Because the amount of bounty this time is too large, Barton can't be trusted!

But with you, Anthony's student, he wouldn't dare to do it.

Believe me.

At most half an hour, he will know that I have teamed up with you. As long as he doesn't want to die, he can only pretend that nothing happened. "

Dean silently took out a cigarette and lit it.

Made!

These old fritters really know how to calculate.

He is so clever, and before he has accumulated enough experience, he really can't play with this group of Mao Mao.

But it's okay.

Facing this kind of person, he can also choose to draw his gun directly.

The Hagar Mountains are located more than a hundred miles west of Los Angeles.

The terrain is complex.

In the days of cowboys, it was a stronghold for some gangsters.

Now it has become an open hunting ground for 'wild hunters'.

There are wild deer, rabbits, various birds, snakes and other animals living there, as well as carnivores such as black bears and mountain lions.

correct.

Cougars in the suburbs of Los Angeles are not uncommon.

Every autumn hunting season, around October or November, there will be many people who are reluctant to spend money, or feel that hunting in a fixed location is not enjoyable, and refuse to go hunting in special hunting grounds. Instead, they take their own black guns without numbers and sneak around Come to the Hagar Mountains and enjoy yourself.

It is now mid-December.

It is not ruled out that in the process of searching the mountains, the two will encounter some such 'wild hunters'.

These people are also potentially dangerous.

Consider certain risk issues.

In this operation, neither Dean is going to use a weapon with a numbered backup.

journey.

Massa left temporarily.

When I come back again.

There are already two crude backpacks in the car.

These include a set of infrared thermal imagers, a set of military night vision devices, a semi-automatic rifle, a Glock 19, an M1911, several supplementary magazines, and enough food and water for two days.

As for tents.

Totally unnecessary.

Because sleeping in this thing, it is easy to be attacked.

"Do you like to use the M1911?" Massa looked at Dean, who was constantly disassembling the pistol to check its performance, and asked curiously, "I thought you police detectives like to use the Glock 19, a pistol with more bullets."

"I just shoot accurately, but it doesn't mean that the gun can be fatal. Some animals have very tenacious vitality. Even if they are shot in the head, they may have the power to fight back."

Dean picked up a bright white bullet: "The 11.43mm steel core bullet will not have such a situation. These little guys can guarantee that the unlucky ones kissed by them will be transparent and cool from front to back."

In fact, in the mountains, it is more cool to use a rifle.

Powerful, fast shooting.

Ordinary shrubs cannot be used as shelters at all.

But Dean has decided to use other firearms as the only shooting feature of the vest of the 'White Mask Gentleman'.

As a good five-star police detective in Los Angeles, he will give others the impression that he is only good at pistols and hand-to-hand combat, and has little contact with polearms!

Seeing the cold steel-cored bullet in Dean's hand, Massa didn't say much more.

The strong don't need to be taught to do things.

They only believe in themselves!

Including Massa, the same is true in the field of trace tracking.

at noon.

The two finally reached the outskirts of the Hagar Mountains.

The location they chose was exactly the direction that the Skinning Brothers entered the mountain.

Dean looked up at the weather, frowning slightly: "Masa, I feel like it's going to rain."

Massa stuck out his tongue, flicked it twice, and said to himself: "No, the humidity is not enough, but the temperature is estimated to be only about ten degrees now. At night, the temperature in the mountains will be very cold, and Brother Skinning may light a fire to keep warm."

Hide your car and divide your equipment.

Massa took a deep breath, his temperament changed, his body became a little more stern, and he reminded:

"Dean, Brother Skinner is just a pervert, not an idiot.

In their hands, they have at least two semi-automatic rifles, a chainsaw, and a shotgun with an ominous amount of bullets, and they are good at laying traps.

Are you sure you want to go in with me now and kill them in exchange for green dollars? "

"Stop talking nonsense, don't forget to teach me trace tracking."

"Okay, let's swear by high-five and not harm each other! Although I don't trust this thing, life always needs a sense of ritual."

Dean: "."

He felt that Massa was actually a little nervous, and now he was taking the opportunity to distract himself from his nervousness.

This made him feel a little ominous.

Is this guy really reliable?

After high five.

Holding a semi-automatic rifle, Massa pointed at the mountains with a wide view in front of him and said, "Such a vast mountain range, if you want to search inch by inch, let alone two people, even a battalion of soldiers, it's hard not to miss it, so we have to move brain."

"for example?"

"Think and observe!"

"Traces are really information.

It depends on your observation and thinking:

All things have their own state that follows the natural development.

Once this state is broken.

It means the traces left by outsiders.

And through these traces, you can know what happened here, which led to the current state, and speculate on the possible whereabouts of outsiders! "

Dean half understood.

Massa laughed: "Just memorize it first, I will teach you the way of tracking in the wilderness now."

"First step, think about where the prey might be now."

"Near a water source?"

Massa nodded: "It doesn't have to be near the water source, but as long as they want to live, they will definitely leave traces near the water source."

He pointed to the outskirts of the open mountains: "This area belongs to the southwestern highlands and basin landforms. The water sources are concentrated in mountain creeks, lakes, and mountain top areas. For safety at night and a wide view, the Skinning Brotherhood hides in those areas. There's a good chance it's high up."

"So we search those hills first?"

"Yes." Massa nodded: "First lock the place where the prey appeared, and determine the time when they left, so that we can proceed to the next step more safely."

next.

The two started their trek.

Dean noticed that while Massa was walking, he used his eyes, from near to far, from left to right, and then from right to left, presenting a systematic Z-shaped observation, just like a scanning machine.

He tried to follow along, and was surprised to find that, under this observation method, the original messy scene, as long as the area between two parallel lines is slightly superimposed, the subtleties of all the scenes can be captured from near to far. All shrouded in the eyes.

It's not the kind that you can't start at a glance.

Learned it!

Although Dean is not used to this way of observation, he still forced himself into the state.

Gradually.

Dean found that he glanced over, and the original normal scene actually vaguely felt a sense of layering. If he closed his eyes, he could easily restore it in his mind.

Although this has a lot to do with his high spirit and high physique.

But it also shows that Massa's skills are very powerful.

time flies.

Walk to a low-lying area.

Dean suddenly looked at the slope more than ten meters away.

There's an inconspicuous depression in there that looks like a foot print that has slid down!

Dean wanted to call Massa, but saw that his eyes just glanced there, turned away, and taught at the same time:

"Pay attention to the reflection of the footprints. It is the ponding water caused by the terrain. The ponding water is very shallow, but it is still bright, which means that the person who left the footprints did not exceed ten hours.

Look at the grass roots that are obviously lower around you.

Once this thing is pressed by a heavy object, it will stand up again in about eight hours, so I guess, it was around five o'clock in the morning, and a "wild hunter" sneaked into the mountain to hunt.

Let's hope this unlucky guy doesn't run into the skinning brother. "

Dean briefly thought about Massa's words, and then realized: "So trace tracking requires a good understanding of the environment, animals and plants?"

"Yes, this is the second most important thing in trace tracking, understanding the environment and the aging time of various objects!"

While continuing to move forward, Massa pointed to the cobwebs on the side of the road and said:

"Little spiders generally spin their webs in the evening, and from the breakage of the web and the time you found it, you can roughly lock in the time of the prey passing by.

Look at the plastic bottle in front again, it has been left here for about half a month.

There is also the stone, the left side is dry, the right side is wet and soiled, and the mountain wind here is generally blown from east to west due to the terrain, which means that someone has kicked it, and it does not exceed five hours, otherwise the stone will be wet. On one side, it will be in a semi-dry state."

Dean was totally convinced.

What kind of trace tracking is this? It's completely humanoid radar plus humanoid encyclopedia!

And he finally figured out what Massa had begun to make himself remember.

Only accurate observation + understanding the environment and landform of the location + understanding the changing shape of various objects under different environmental times will be equal to effective information!

Just like seeing a doctor.

Great doctor.

Looking at your scars, you can probably tell what kind of injury you suffered, whether it was serious or not, and how long it took to heal

Same goes for Massa.

He can easily distinguish the shape of various traces, and then lock the time, state, and even quantity of the prey.

In this situation.

Unless you can fly.

Otherwise, just leave traces.

In the end, it is inevitable to be caught up!

No wonder Massa is so confident!

"I want to learn this skill!"

Dean made up his mind!

Others need years of accumulation + talent + experience to reach Massa's level, but he only needs to get started, and he can become the top expert in this field by adding points.

One after another, the hills were overturned.

Because of terrain.

Every time he went up a hill, Massa could quickly determine whether there was anyone passing by nearby, so the progress of the two was very fast.

It's a pity that most of the traces were left by that foolish 'wild hunter' who entered the mountain today.

The opponent fired at least seven or eight shots along the way.

But neither Dean found any traces of the prey's death.

This means that the silly batch of 'Wild Hunter' is a rookie.

Massa glanced at the sky, took out a sip of water, and gloated: "I didn't find any trace of that wild hunter leaving. This guy can't get out today."

Mid-December is not a good time to go into the mountains.

Those carnivores, at this time, are very aggressive in order to store enough fat!

Dean doesn't care about the life and death of accidental people.

He frowned and said, "Before it's dark, let's hurry up and continue. I noticed that there are many traces of wild deer around. There may be water sources nearby, and we might have something to gain there."

Massa glanced at Dean unexpectedly, surprised that he got started so quickly.

He nodded, stood on a high place, picked up the bulky thermal imaging camera in his hand, looked towards the west, and showed a happy expression: "Dude, you are right, there are more than a dozen deer over there. There are several humanoid shadows.

This should be a wild hunting group.

Let's ask in the past, maybe we will gain something! "

"hope so."

The two ate something briefly, and after replenishing their strength, they walked along the back of the mountain and moved towards the mountain in front.

after approaching.

Only then did they realize that there was a pine needle forest in front of them.

The gap in the forest is a not too big oval lake.

A group of small wild deer are vigilantly bowing their heads to drink water by the lake.

Eyes stretched.

Outside a few tents, wooden stakes stood tall, and four bloody 'scarecrows' swayed in the wind, as if welcoming the arrival of Dean and the others..

Many address names in this book are made up, please do not take them seriously.