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

"Dean, will we experience the same adventure as in "Treasure Island" today?"

On the way to the Hagar Mountains, the little brother Thompson has been very excited.

Unknown journey and treasure!

This will become an unforgettable talk for him in the next few years!

Dean held the steering wheel in one hand and held a cigarette in the other. He leaned against the wind-blown car window, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said with a smile, "I don't know, but the unknown is always full of expectations."

Early at nine o'clock in the evening.

The two brothers arrived at the outskirts of the Hagar Mountains on time.

The moonlight is cold tonight, covered with a layer of light silver gauze among the undulating mountains, wrapped in a sad mountain wind, people are daunted by the giant beast lying in front of them.

Looking at the mountain, it seems to be stepping into an unknown and dangerous place.

While timid, it also gives people a kind of stimulation and expectation that cannot be felt in ordinary life.

At least that's the case with Thompson.

He has a somewhat thin body, holding an M4 provided by Dean, and checking it familiarly, his little feet trembled, causing the repeater at his waist to bounce.

This guy is very talented in shooting.

"Wow, Dean, you really let me use this gun?" He professionally reached for the gun and took a few false glances, his tone excited.

This thing, he has only hit the target, and has never actually fought.

After all, he is only fifteen years old this year.

"Your profession, let me have enough trust in you, where did you learn to shoot?"

Thompson put away his gun, and said with a smile: "When you were in college, my uncle taught me that a man must learn how to effectively use weapons to protect his family. He also took me to hunt gray wolves."

Thompson was probably twelve when Dean was in college..

As expected of a cowboy.

The education method is very hardcore.

Dean nodded in agreement: "Uncle is right."

Living in this country, you don't have to take the initiative to shoot, but if someone threatens the safety of you and your family, you'd better have the ability to kill him.

at this time.

Aww~

The miserable howling of wolves echoes in the mountains.

This is a pack of wolves that come out for food at night calling for their companions.

However, the Hagar Mountains are just one of the outer mountains of the Rocky Mountains, and there are not many carnivorous beasts, so don't worry too much.

The two took their weapons, ammunition and tools, hung up strong searchlights, and headed towards the mountain.

Dean had been here last time, so he was fairly familiar with it.

About an hour or so.

A small lake glowing with silver light appeared in front of the two of them.

Thompson stood panting on the hillside, looking at the scene in the U-shaped valley below, he couldn't help opening his mouth wide: "It's so beautiful, I seem to have seen the scene in the book where the knight meets the princess."

"And then they go down to the shower together?"

"Dean, you are so vulgar!"

Thompson gave Dean a blank look, and couldn't wait to go on, but Dean lifted him up and threw him behind him.

"Remember, in wilderness operations, you must learn to observe your surroundings."

"Four weeks?"

While Thompson was amazed by Dean's enormous strength, he looked around in a dignified manner, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

In the distance, there are small fluorescent green dots shaking.

This is not a laser pointer, but the reflection of the beast in the night, which is beneficial for them to collect enough information in the dark.

"Five little wolf cubs." Dean dropped his backpack and squeezed his fists: "It seems that before the treasure hunt, you can still exercise your muscles and bones."

When I came here a few days ago, there was no sign of gray wolves here.

It is estimated that when Massa cleaned up the corpses, he left too much smell, which was spread by the surging mountain wind, and finally attracted the group of North American gray wolves.

North American gray wolves are mostly active in the northern part of North America, near Canada, but a small number have migrated and dispersed to the interior of the major mountain ranges in North America as they have been hunted in recent years.

There are also a small number that were secretly relocated by some animal protection.

They are cool.

The surrounding ecological circle has been affected a lot.

This thing is 1.8 to 2 meters long when it is an adult, and generally weighs 50-80 kilograms. The largest North American gray wolf can even reach 90 kilograms. It can be called the largest canid in this parallel world.

Thompson looked at Dean, and in a blink of an eye, he had already taken off his pants and shoes, revealing his perfect figure like a sculpture. While envious, he licked his lips: "Dean, don't tell me, you want to fight those things hand-to-hand ?”

"why not?"

Dean grinned, and while the little brother was looking at the lunatic, he took out a sharp dagger and cut a small cut on his arm.

The fresh smell of blood blows along the mountain wind to the downwind where the wolves hide, causing them to be restless.

"protect yourself!"

Dean patted his little brother on the shoulder, without waiting for him to stop him, like a human-shaped cheetah, he took the initiative to rush towards the wolves with exaggerated strides.

Such a provocation.

Let this group of wolves criss-crossing this strange mountain range get angry!

Aww~

Accompanied by a roar from the leader.

Three huge figures, radiating moonlight, greeted them from three directions at a speed not weaker than that of Dean.

next moment.

Dean jumped up, facing the bright moon, he knelt down and smashed hard, hitting the wolf's head with a mouth full of ferocious fangs that jumped up in front of him.

this moment.

Time seems to freeze, turning into a close-up shot full of violent beauty.

There was a muffled sound.

Two fangs flew with blood.

The giant wolf weighing more than a hundred catties was like a hollow cement skull, and it hit the ground heavily, whimpering and trying to raise its head, but it couldn't stop the hot blood gushing from its eyes, nose and ears.

Accompanied by two twitches, the body became silent.

He was killed by one blow!

One knee smashed a gray wolf into the air.

Dean didn't even look at it, he backed away with a tiger step, without turning his head, as if he had eyes behind him, with a sharp blast of cold wind on his right elbow, with a destructive force, he bumped into another gray wolf that was rushing towards him. , and at the same time, like a steel whip, his right leg slammed heavily on the head of the last gray wolf, kicking the opponent's body weighing more than one hundred kilograms back into the air, writhing and howling, smashing into a bush.

in a blink.

Three large gray wolves came to be culled, one dead and two seriously injured, the whole army was wiped out!

Cool!

Dean shook his shoulders and exhaled a big mouthful of white hot air.

This kind of thrill of fist-to-body fighting is completely unmatched by shooting from a long distance.

He strode up to the two incapacitated gray wolves, whipped each wolf, and ended their suffering.

After her father passed away, Sheila was able to bring up four siblings by herself, and her grandfather's family gave them a lot of help.

Such a complete fur.

Just in time for Christmas, I gave it to my grandpa's family as a gift.

hillside.

Thompson was holding an automatic rifle, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, his mind was blank, like a sculpture in the cold wind.

He knew that his second brother, Dean, was muscular. Like his elder brother, he had been invincible all over the school since he was a child. Even now, there are legends about the two of them in school.

As a result, no one dared to bully me and my sister at school.

But everything in front of me.

Still beyond Thompson's cognition.

less than a minute.

Three ferocious gray wolves that were a circle bigger than his whole body, like dead dogs, were beaten to death by Dean with his bare hands.

If you don't see it with your own eyes.

Thompson must have thought he was dreaming!

The three gray wolves together weigh nearly four hundred catties.

Dean resisted on his body, tried it, and found that the pressure was not too great, which did not affect his actions, so he carried it to an open area.

The remaining two gray wolves, after the tragic death of their companions, had already run away in desperation.

This kind of "unnatural" gray wolf group that appeared in the Western Mountains is generally small in size, and the loss of three mature members is already a heavy loss for this wolf group.

Running away is not surprising.

Active lower body bones.

Dean returned to his little brother refreshed, and saw him looking at him stupidly, while putting on his clothes, he smiled and said, "My little brother, you look at me so sensually."

"Don't bother me watching God, Dean."

Dean was amused, and pinched Thompson's nose: "This is just an unarmed fighting technique. It used to be used to kill people on the battlefield. Now that times have changed, there are very few opportunities to use it. I can only use it to kill a few people." A wolf cub had a good time."

Thompson sucked his pinched red nose, imitated a strange gesture of clasping fists, and saluted Dean: "Brother, I want to learn!"

"Why?"

"handsome!"

"Then I'll teach you more handsome poses in the future, this is not suitable for you to learn."

The two brothers came to the quiet lake while chatting and farting.

Because of the previous bloody incident.

Dean deliberately chose the direction opposite the lake.

According to the information on the treasure map:

[The treasure is located near Hagar Lake in the Hagar Mountains.

midnight.

Standing on the east side of the lake, looking at the bright moon in the lake.

It will guide you where the treasure is. 】

Dean checked the time on his phone.

It's only ten o'clock at night.

He simply took Thompson to deal with the wolf corpse.

Peeling is not as easy as imagined.

Fortunately, Thompson knows better than Dean.

He has a high IQ. Before entering high school, he often hung out with his uncle on the farm and learned a lot.

Facing bloody fur.

Looking at the thin Thompson, his expression remained unchanged.

He took out the rope, hung a wolf backwards, and hung it on a rock beside him. Then, with a sharp saber, he cut a small hole along the wolf's backward joint.

Thompson gently sniffed the faint smell of blood gushing out of the two mouthfuls, and explained to Dean with a flushed face:

"The quality of this wolf fur is mediocre, probably because the temperature here in Los Angeles is not low enough, and I don't have a small brush on hand, otherwise I should brush the small wobbles on the surface of the wolf fur first, but the gray wolf is big enough, so simple treatment is still possible. "

He first cut a small ring-shaped incision on the wolf's calf joint, and then followed the texture of the fur, cutting down to the wolf's chrysanthemum bit by bit, and then pulled the knife in the opposite direction to cut to the inside of the other hind leg.

Not long.

Only white and red fat and muscles remained on the lower body of this big bad wolf.

Dean looked at the excited little brother, touched his chin, and wondered if there was something wrong with his family's blood.

The little brother seems to be gentle and gentle, weak and deceitful, but when faced with bloody things, not only does he not repel him at all, but he seems very devoted to them.

Good IQ, clear thinking, miscellaneous knowledge, dark personality

This is a proper perverted template before blackening.

It took more than twenty minutes.

A huge wolf skin that was unfolded enough to completely cover half of an adult was scattered on the rock.

Thompson wiped the sweat from his head, and said with satisfaction: "The skin on the wolf's head is the most difficult to deal with, but..."

He paused, and looked at Dean like a pervert: "But the head of this gray wolf has been sunken, so I didn't waste much effort to deal with it."

The wolf is known as the tofu waist with copper head and iron tail.

But in front of Dean, the copper head seemed like a joke.

Dean didn't care.

What makes him really strong is his inhuman comprehensive physique, not because of ancient muay thai boxing. For ordinary people, if they don't have weapons, it's not bad if they can escape from three gray wolves.

Crouching next to the white and red wolf carcass.

Dean licked his lips: "Thompson, there are two ends left, we'll take them back to deal with, and there's still nearly an hour left, just try a picnic barbecue."

Thompson is average.

He nodded: "I can barbecue a little bit, but Dean, are you sure you want to go back to the city with the whole wolf carcass, it may cause trouble."

"Stop talking nonsense, barbecue!"

Dean was already picking up dead wood.

As a five-star police detective in Los Angeles, what happened to killing a few wolf cubs in his spare time?

Anyway, in front of the police detective.

No patrolman would ask for trouble.

One makes a fire and one cuts the meat.

Not long.

The sizzling butter dripped onto the fire, splashing a few wisps of Martian black ash, and the smell of meat gushed out along with the grease, and got into the noses of the two brothers.

Wolf meat is tough and difficult to bite, and the teeth are a bit astringent when biting.

Thompson ate a small piece and stopped.

Dean's bones were hard and his muscles were strong. When he began to bite the wolf meat, he felt it was very appetizing. With a few bites of meat, he killed a wolf's leg in minutes, and even sucked the fishy-smelling bone marrow. .

Thompson tried it, and retched immediately: "Dean, you are like a werewolf now, and you don't feel disgusted by this fishy smell at all."

"Maybe, but it tastes fresh, and my body tells me they love the marrow."

After throwing away the bones and eating another five or six catties of wolf meat, Dean patted his swollen belly and wiped the oil stains on Thompson's body: "The workmanship is good, and I will take you out hunting next time."

"Unless you teach me the huh huh huh just now," Thompson hilariously imitated Dean's previous appearance, kicking his legs in the air, but almost rushed into the lake with his whole body.

Dean was just about to help.

But I heard Thompson lying on the ground screaming: "Dean, quickly climb down and look at the water!"

Dean lowered his head and looked at the cold and silvery calm lake, but saw that the brightness of the blurred moonlight increased greatly. With the wind blowing the ripples, it turned into an awl, pointing to a small mountain on the north side of the lake!

"Walk!"

Dean grabbed the searchlight on the side, carried a large bag of ear tools on his back, turned on the searchlight to the maximum power, illuminated the surrounding area for more than ten meters, and walked towards the small mountain.

Thompson also quickly got up from the ground, also carried a searchlight on his back, carried his M4, and followed.

Soon to see the real treasure!

excited!