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

The surrounding scenery appeared in Dean's mind like three-dimensional, and then the body instinctively exerted force, borrowed force, and exploded in the most suitable way, turning the originally rugged mountain range into flat ground.

The wind howled.

Dean felt no pain at all at the moment.

He only felt the heat all over his body bursting out, and the heart in his body was beating violently at a speed far beyond normal, like a high-pressure water pump, compressing and jetting the blood to all parts of his body, continuously bringing him energy.

bang bang bang~

Bullets shot out from the top of the mountain.

Either it landed in front of the crazily approaching figure, or it fell to the side.

Under the rapid variable speed bullet avoidance movement.

The threat of this single-shot rifle has been reduced to a minimum!

"FK, what kind of monster is this!"

On the mountain, a pair of eyes revealed shock and horror.

He gritted his teeth, quickly changed to a new magazine, and was about to try to kill the opponent again, but the figure was no longer in his field of vision.

The other party has entered the woods!

Think of the opponent's speed like a cheetah.

The man's scalp felt a little numb.

The person who was shot in the arm by his own gun definitely did not belong to their brother's hunting range.

Realized that he was in big trouble.

The man dropped the gun in his hand and ran to the other side empty-handed.

Can't even shoot at it.

He had no intention of confronting that pervert head-on.

And they have a backhand.

There is another rocky area not far away.

There is a trap area set up by him and his brother.

This was originally prepared for the police officers who might come after them, but no one came at all, so they used it to play with the prey they caught and kill the boring time in the mountains.

As long as the other party follows up desperately.

I must treat this bastard who scared me well!

Running away.

Zizi~

The intercom on the man's chest made a sound: "Brother, why did I hear the gunshot, is it fun to come to the door again?"

On the other end of the walkie-talkie with noisy currents, a woman's crying and screaming could be faintly heard.

The man was panting violently, and said in a hurried tone: "It's two men, one of them is chasing me, I'm going to FK!"

A cave.

A man wearing a layered leather mask heard his brother's screams from the intercom, quickly dealt with the woman in his hand, grabbed the semi-automatic rifle beside him, and left in a hurry.

the other side.

Dean grinned grimly and forced the screaming man holding the broken leg to the side of a big rock: "Shoot, why don't you shoot!"

This was the first time he had been shot since he came to this world!

Although it's just scratches.

But for this man who took his own blood.

Dean is ready to entertain each other.

"Dude, it's just a misunderstanding. I thought you were perverts who kept hunting us down, so I shot. I didn't mean anything!" The man resisted the pain of breaking his leg, hoping to delay for a while.

His elder brother will definitely come to rescue him!

How do you know.

Dean looked at him suspiciously: "How do you know I'm a pervert?"

man:? ? ?

next moment.

Smiling, Dean grabbed the man's other leg, broke it hard, and with a click, placed the man's right calf on the man's left shoulder.

"It doesn't look harmonious."

Dean grabbed the opponent's left calf which had been kicked away, and in the man's heart-piercing screams, broke it onto the opponent's right shoulder. Then, as if murdering someone, he grabbed the man's hands and hugged his twisted hands. Legs, under the other party's desperate gaze, fingers intertwined and twisted hard.

Do it all.

After making sure that the opponent's head was not injured.

Dean tore off the man's clothes with satisfaction, gagged his mouth, and threw it on the stone, so that the other skinned brother could clearly see his brother's plight when he came over.

Now it's his turn to fish!

As the saying goes, killing is nothing but nodding.

Regardless of whether he is facing a target or an opponent, Dean rarely has such bad taste.

He prefers to kill his opponents cleanly so that he doesn't overturn.

This is the most basic professionalism.

The brothers broke his principles today.

Get to a place where you can observe.

Dean sat down tiredly and checked his wounds.

The wound was not big, the thickness of a thumb, and a little bit of flesh and blood was scraped off, and it didn't even affect his movement.

But recall the feeling at that time.

Dean was lost in thought.

The opponent originally aimed at the heart position on his back.

Under the effect of body armor.

Even if it was shot, it would leave a few bruises at best.

But at that time, Dean felt his back itching, and subconsciously shrunk his body. This shrunk, instead, he moved up the side of his shoulder that was not covered by the body armor, and took the initiative to catch the bullet.

The problem was the itchy back.

Dean stroked his chin.

He had heard some rather mysterious sayings in his previous life.

Some people who have been born and died all year round perceive death like beasts, possessing a sixth sense beyond ordinary people.

Once someone uses a gun and aims at a fatal position, an induction will occur.

Dean in his previous life was dubious about this statement.

But just now he experienced this situation.

Dean shook his head.

He still can't figure out whether his back was really itchy just now, or because his mental attributes have improved to a certain stage, so he has a keen perception like an animal.

It's really hard to explain.

Anyway, Dean tried to point the pistol at himself, but there was no response at all.

Sudden.

There was a soft clatter, coming from behind Dean.

Dean's expression remained unchanged, and he leaned on the stone where he was hiding, motionless.

His position can completely cover the area where the bait is located, and block the vision and attack path behind him.

Even if the other party knows that he is here.

Unless you drop a bomb.

Otherwise, you can only be tough.

After the sound was heard, it disappeared.

The surroundings regained their silence.

Only the cold wind coming along with the dark sky, blowing through the pine needle forest in the distance, making a rustling sound.

Dean's breathing became weaker.

He seemed to have merged into the rock behind him, watching everything in front of him silently, quietly waiting for the prey's temptation to end, and reacting.

Slap.

Another sound of pebbles falling to the ground sounded from the other side.

Dean jumped up suddenly, he was in the air, and he already had two more pistols in his hands. According to the principle of triangulation, he repeatedly pulled the trigger towards a deserted slope behind him.

The bullet hit the bare rock, sputtering sparks.

Stone powder is rising.

A black muzzle poked up, trying to fight back.

next moment.

A huge force came from the touch, and it escaped from the man's palm with the sound of gunshots.

He looked at the deformed muzzle of the rifle in astonishment, and found in astonishment that a bright white bullet hit the muzzle

"Hey man, look at the camera."

He looked back.

bang bang bang~

More than a dozen bullets shot out obliquely, hitting the flesh and blood of his limbs from top to bottom, like a tailor sewing.

"Ah~"

The man just wanted to scream.

Dean grabbed a rock and slammed it into the other's mouth, suppressing his screams.

"The face is a bit deformed, but it shouldn't affect the reward."

Dragging the man who had turned into rotten flesh, he threw it beside his brother who had fainted from the pain.

Dean took out the morphine injection from his waist and gave each of them a shot.

Not long.

The man whose limbs were broken by Dean and twisted into a human-shaped basketball came to his senses.

He looked at his state in a daze, his face changed drastically, and he saw a familiar voice beside him humming weakly, and he became even more desperate.

Extreme abnormalities are a minority after all.

Facing real death, there is still unknown torture.

People will really know themselves.

The person in front of him is like this.

He could steadily peel off the skin of a living person while talking and laughing, but at this moment, facing the smiling Dean, he couldn't muster up the courage to curse.

He shrank his head on his folded legs in fear: "If you don't kill us, what do you want?"

"I admire your art very much, but unfortunately you don't welcome me. As a punishment, I want to take away your spoils."

"What?" The man raised his head, wondering if he had an auditory hallucination.

Could it be that this man, as he said, is also a pervert who likes to kill others for pleasure?

Thinking of his own situation, and his elder brother lying on the ground like mud.

Men think they understand.

He licked his lips, and said with some hesitation: "Yes, in the direction of sunset, about a kilometer away from here, there is a very old pine needle tree over there, and our residence is in the cave behind the tree. "

"very good."

Dean nodded in satisfaction and said kindly, "You still have a minute."

After speaking, he whistled and walked towards the place the man said.

Until Dean disappeared from the man's sight, he didn't understand what Dean's last sentence meant.

until a minute later.

The analgesic effect of the potion disappears.

The man howled again!

He expected himself to pass out.

However, under the calming effect of the potion, not only was he unable to faint again, but he became more sensitive to the tearing pain coming from his whole body.

the other side.

Massa followed the traces that Dean deliberately left, and chased after him panting.

Even with his body that has been trained all year round, it is too much for him to climb mountains and mountains in a short period of time.

Take a break.

Massa groped forward, clutching the semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

Others looked fierce, but they were actually afraid of death. In addition, their ancestors had the means of hunting first-hand, so they sneaked into the FBI's logistics, and climbed up by relying on their brazenness and excellent skills.

But head on.

He experiences very little.

Sudden.

Massa sniffled.

It smells like blood!

He followed the smell and touched it, but the scene in front of him shocked him.

Under the long drag bloodstain.

Two motionless figures crouched under a boulder.

There was a lot of blood under one person, his limbs were rotten flesh, full of bullet holes, his cheeks were sunken, and his chest had no ups and downs. He should have bled to death.

The other man was even more miserable. His feet were folded and crossed on his shoulders in a strange shape, his hands were encircled and hugged, his fingers were interlocked, and his knuckles were twisted and deformed. The man's face was even more twisted and hideous.

This is skinning brother?

Massa licked his black lips, leaned forward, and after careful observation, he finally determined that the man with no less than twenty guns was caused by the M1911 that used the steel-core bullets of the Lolock 19 and Dean. .

In a very cruel way, he killed two people.

But what about the Deans?

Massa looked around and found signs of Dean leaving.

He originally wanted to continue to follow, but after thinking about it, he found a place to sit down, and silently lit a cigarette.

Teacher Anthony, you really hired a ruthless apprentice this time!

now.

Dean, who was being talked about by Massa, was flipping through the information in his mind: [Serial skinning case solved, experience value +1500, L12→L13, attribute point +1, skill point +1]

"This case is not very dangerous, and there is no need to solve the case. It actually has 1500 experience points. How many people have these two perverts killed?"

Dean was going to go back and study these again.

After wandering around the cave, he looked with great interest at the neatly arranged and numerous tools in front of him: skinning knives, iron skewers for fixing flesh, chemicals for removing excess fat, and fine for internally removing bones. Long pliers.

The tools here are much richer and more delicate than the secret bases in some killer movies.

besides.

A young girl whose skin on her back had been cut was lying motionless on a blood-stained stone platform.

I don't know why this unlucky girl appeared here.

Pity.

Under the stone platform, there are two sets of clothes that look evil and disgusting: a pair of faces with closed eyes, men, women and children, are all cut into neat ovals, fixed on the clothes by some method s surface.

From a distance, one might think these are just dark, unorthodox patterns printed on them.

But with the cold wind surging in the cave.

Those fluttering faces trembled.

Even a big heart like Dean, seeing this scene, couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, subconsciously avoiding his eyes, for fear that those faces would suddenly open their eyes and meet his gaze!

"Ahem~"

at this time.

A faint cough came from deeper inside the cave.

"Anyone else?"

Dean took out his pistol and walked over suspiciously.

After he received the notification of closing the case from the panel, he simply glanced inside. It was dark, only a pile of stones, and he didn't see anyone at all?

Follow the sound.

Dean pulled away the stones and found a man with blood and flesh buried underneath.

It seems to feel the movement.

The man struggled to open his eyes, and said hoarsely, "Sally, Sally"

Dean felt sad.

The Sally in the other party's mouth could be the girl on the stage outside.

He caught a glimpse of the other person's bone-deep, fatal wound, sighed inwardly, squatted down, and said softly, "I'm Detective Dean in Los Angeles. Are you okay, buddy?"

"Detective!"

The man seemed to have taken a panacea, his opened eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and his voice was no longer weak as he was dying: "Mr. Detective, have you seen a fifteen-year-old girl with blond hair?"

"See, is there a cute little pig tattooed on her back shoulder?"

"Yes, it was tattooed by her mother before her death. Is Sally okay?"

"Fortunately, we have sent her to the hospital, she is just in a coma."

"That's good, that's good."

The voice gradually weakened, and finally returned to dead silence.

a long time.

A sigh broke the dead silence here.

Regardless of the blood stains, Dean carried the man's broken body to the front of the cave and put him beside his daughter.

He gently helped the girl get dressed, covered the wound on her back, put her into his father's arms, and then took the man's arm, wanting him to hug his daughter and leave.

Um?

Dean paused and squeezed the bloody sleeve on the man's arm.

Here, there is something.

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