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

"Harry, have you ever killed anyone?"

"I've killed... a few hundred million at a time, does it count?"

Harry was still smiling.

next moment.

bang bang bang~

A series of bullets hit the back seat of the off-road vehicle, and Ya Ma was stunned by the frightened Harry with a playful smile.

He foolishly looked at the rearview mirror, and found that at some point, eight ragged children appeared behind him, holding crude semi-automatic rifles and fiercely firing at them.

FK, play for real!

If it wasn't for Dean's off-road it would be bulletproof.

He suspected that he had been shot to death.

Don't wait for him to react.

Screams came from all around.

It turned out to be because of the recoil.

The guns of this group of children shook wildly, and the bullets splashed, knocking down a mother and daughter who heard the gunfire and wanted to escape back to their residence with their children!

"FK!"

Looking at the motionless woman lying on the ground and the children who were protected by the woman, their faces were covered in blood, and they looked around in a daze, Harry became angry.

He picked up the pistol on his waist and was about to get out of the car.

Dean stopped him: "This group of children should be just the first wave of cannon fodder!"

"But they blocked our way!"

"Then kill them!"

Dean grabbed the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and slammed backwards!

In his eyes.

Regardless of men, women or children, as long as you pick up a gun, you are the enemy!

The enemy must die!

The off-road motor roared and bumped.

The short distance of tens of meters is fleeting.

You can never expect a group of children who can only shoot and don't know where the bullets will fly to react to a roaring off-road vehicle.

There were a few muffled bangs.

Under the multi-ton off-road vehicle, there is a slippery feeling of being crushed from flesh and blood.

The eight children, except for the four on both sides who reacted quickly and hid aside, the remaining four had disappeared under the car.

"Dean."

Harry felt the strange feeling of the car's wheels skidding and rolling, and was shocked by his decisiveness, but saw Dean slam the steering wheel, hitting the other two children, and at the same time, the window of the co-pilot's position automatically pulled down.

Almost at the same time.

Dean raised his right hand and aimed at the crack of the car window to pull the trigger.

Bang bang!

Two immature watermelons exploded violently, splashing watermelon juice all over the ground.

Their immature little watermelons couldn't withstand the impact of 45 caliber bullets at all!

"You drove out!"

"Dean!"

Harry yelled, only to see that Dean had already opened the car door.

Kill two pocket 'thugs' in a row.

Dean got out of the car with a blank expression, rolled over and hid in a bunker, and then pointed his guns at the other six gun-wielding 'thugs' on the ground who didn't know if they were dead or not, and fired again and again!

For him.

No matter men, women, old or young!

If you dare to attack yourself, you must die!

the only difference.

This time, Dean kindly placed the supplementary gun on the chests and arteries of the six people, and did not insist on headshots, so as not to be accused by Nc of being cold-blooded and cruel afterwards!

Clear out the mob.

Dean's figure flashed and disappeared into the alley. His figure was like an ape, and he kept parkouring and climbing around the surrounding buildings. He reached the highest point immediately and scanned the surroundings.

To the east, a group of mobs were hurrying towards the location of the clinic.

This group of people looked like gangsters around them.

To the west is the direction the boy scouts came from.

There was a crossroads over there, and there were a group of old people and children when we came here, but they have all disappeared now, and the surrounding windows are also tightly closed.

In the north and south directions, there are low and dilapidated buildings, the tallest of which does not exceed the six-story apartment building where Dean is.

"Did I think too much?"

The thought just occurred to Dean.

In the clinic, the black girl who had left to call people came out of the clinic with more small puddings, and with various crude weapons, surrounded the cross-country where Harry was, and set fire to it.

One by one, white marks fell on the alloy and glass of the bulletproof off-road like raindrops.

From time to time a ricochet hit the unlucky ones in the group.

But this group of male and female teenagers, the oldest of which were no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, didn't care, all eyes were frantically pulling the trigger, with the momentum of never stopping the fire until the magazine was emptied!

Poor Harry, feeling the intense vibration of the car body, was almost scared to pee.

Oh, God!

How did this place become like this?

Harry almost thought it was a Brazilian slum, not where he grew up!

at this time.

"FK!"

"This is the territory of the Cripple Gang!"

Angry shouts came from the corner of the street!

It turned out to be a gang member in this area. Hearing the movement, he rushed over.

But when they saw everything in front of them, they were all stunned.

Gunshots were heard.

They originally thought that someone was coming to grab the site.

Never thought of it anyway.

The shooters turned out to be a group of young black teenagers.

Harry looked through the car window, looked happy, and shouted towards the gun holes in the car: "Big dick, I'm Harry, help!"

blah blah~

The intense gunfire drowned out Harry's calls for help.

Without the slightest hesitation, this group of pocket thugs turned their guns, aimed at the dozen gang members who had just arrived, and pulled the trigger.

These people are still in a daze.

Wait until the time to react.

The incomparably strong bodies of the gangsters fell to the ground with no strength.

When consciousness is dying.

They are still confused, why there are such a group of vicious children here

in the car.

Harry's eyes widened, and he covered his mouth tightly, a little hard to accept the result of the savior belching as soon as he arrived.

These teenagers are so cruel!

He thought it was a little too cold-blooded for Dean to drive over them with his car and shoot them again and again, but now

Harry gritted his teeth, stuck the pistol out of the shooting hole, and finally aimed at the group of children cruelly, and pulled the trigger!

This group of diced radish surrounded the off-road without any precautions.

In just one round of shooting, there were four men and two women, and six thugs fell.

Plus members of the mob knocked out by their own ricochets.

Nearly half of the staff led by the girl had fallen.

How do you know.

Not only was the girl not afraid, but she was pleasantly surprised, and shouted to the rest of the people: "Hole, there is a hole in the car, go get the gasoline can, kill this heretic!"

Harry, who had just changed the bullets of the revolver, was in a hurry.

He stretched out his pistol again, intending to kill the girl who gave orders, but found that the group of people had become smarter, and stood in the direction of the front of the car, looking at him with a sneer.

In this direction, there are no shooting holes!

In front of life and death.

Where can I care about morality!

Harry's eyes flashed fiercely, imitating Dean's appearance, stepping on the gas pedal, trying to knock them back, retreating first, but sadly found that for basic comfort, the tires of the off-road vehicle had already collapsed!

Boom~

The engine roared.

The off-road vehicle, which lost its stability, swayed left and right. While rushing forward, it missed the girl, but ran over a black girl who reacted quickly and dodged aside, and hit the wall of the clinic. After half of the front of the car sunk in, it got stuck in place.

This time.

The front cannot go forward, and the back cannot go behind.

Harry is Muggle!

It's better to reverse the car and run away!

Harry knew this kind of ghost place well, even if he called for backup, no one would come over immediately.

He gritted his teeth, opened the front car window, and climbed into the interior of the clinic. While preparing to rely on the terrain to resist, he expected that Dean, who left first, would bring someone back to save him.

When it landed, it was muddy.

Harry looked down, only to see that the floor of the small room, which should have been a simple operating room, was covered with semi-coagulated scarlet blood, which sucked his shoes like glue.

As soon as the foot moves, there will be a large amount of drawn blood sticking together, and the foot feels strange, making people feel goosebumps.

bang~

The sound of the door breaking broke Harry's shock.

He glanced around and didn't care about leaving footprints. After rushing out of the operating room, he deliberately left a series of bloody footprints in front of him, extending to a window, and then took off his shoes and hid them at a speed faster than going to bed. Returning barefoot, he found a random room and hid in it.

This room is not big, it seems to be a storage room, with some bloody bandages and dirty clothes piled up.

Harry noticed that there was an inconspicuous cubicle in the room.

His eyes lit up and he walked over.

just close.

There was a bloody smell stronger than outside.

Harry didn't care about this, and opened the closed door.

next moment.

Like a collapsed barn.

Seven or eight bloody corpses of men and women collapsed from inside, crushing Harry, who was unable to react, to the ground.

Harry was terrified!

Although he was born here, he has never experienced such a scene!

He struggled in a panic, but found that these corpses were far less heavy than he had imagined. With a light push, he pushed them aside.

at this time.

Footsteps came hurriedly from outside the door.

Harry quickly stopped getting up, held his breath, and pointed the bloodshot revolver at the door of the utility room.

Once discovered by those inhuman brats.

He would rather perish together than be burned alive!

Fortunately.

His strategy of suspicious soldiers full of mistakes and omissions really took effect.

Footsteps hurried past and finally stopped at the window leading to the back of the clinic.

"Jenny, that nigger ran out the window, shall we chase him down and kill him?"

small room.

Even though Harry was terrified, he was still stunned when he heard the name 'nigger' from outside.

A black boy called another black man a nigger.

magic!

Harry's brain circuits are different from ordinary people.

He almost couldn't hold back and rushed out to reason with them.

But the venting sound of gunfire from the boys and girls still calmed him down.

These kids are inhumane!

blah blah~

After a burst of vent-like shooting.

The footsteps moved away again.

Depending on the situation, the group of lunatic child soldiers gave up and continued to pursue.

Harry let out a long sigh of relief.

Less than ten minutes.

He felt that he had experienced a thrill that he would never experience again in his entire life!

Continue to wait for a while.

Harry finally made sure they had left, carefully got up from the ground, and looked at the dead body that had been holding him down before.

Seeing this, his eyes flashed unbearably.

The corpses were all 'fresh remnants' whose hearts and lungs had been ripped out, liver and kidney removed, and even the eyes were left with black holes.

Most of them are black men and women, and a few are yellow-skinned Asian men.

As for the white man's body, none of them were seen.

Harry knew that these people were probably either black workers, or residents who were injured and 'died' on the operating table of the black clinic. They all had their useful organs removed and sold on the black market.

This happens from time to time.

But Harry didn't expect that this black clinic with a good reputation would do the same!

In a short period of time, too many shocks have been experienced.

Regardless of the nausea, Harry swayed and relaxed. His body was a little hypoxic, so he randomly found a cleaner place to sit down, took out his mobile phone, and planned to ask Captain Meng for help before contacting Dean.

Anyway, before the colleagues from the police detective department came.

Harry wasn't ready to go out.

He has seen a lot of movies.

In some gangster films, when it comes to the end, the naive heroine and heroine run out foolishly, and then they are shot black, and then give the heroine a chance to block the bullet.

besides.

He doesn't trust the people in the sub-bureau here either!

Harry is not stupid.

This group of abnormal pocket-sized thugs are obviously not the aborigines here, otherwise my friend Big Dick would not have brought his brother and grabbed a small pistol, and just rushed over for nothing.

Then think of him and Dean being attacked when they first came here.

Harry knew that it must be because of the 'Mike Smith' case that caused all this!

Dean is right.

This case is far more troublesome than they imagined!

at this time.

jingle bell~

The phone rings.

Harry almost died of fright at the sudden sound.

Fortunately, no one called me just now, otherwise I would die too wrongly!

After seeing the caller clearly, he answered the phone with some displeasure: "Dean, you bastard, you are actually calling me now, do you know that this will kill me!"

"They've left.

And as a veteran of flowers, it should be a basic professional quality to mute the phone.

Dude, you are so unprofessional. "

Harry: "."

He has just experienced life and death, and he is not in the mood to talk poorly: "Dean, I'm not in the mood to be funny now, where are you now?"

"I just guarded you in the dark, and now I am following that group of people, ready to see who is behind the scenes. By the way, I have already talked to Captain Meng En, and you are staying in the hiding room. En's call, don't come out!"

finished.

Dean, who was walking through the alley, hung up the phone.

After finding something is wrong.

He used Harry as bait.

This group of children, who have been brainwashed by professional means, are mentally abnormal, and there is no fear of death or awe of injury and bleeding on their faces.

This means.

Let Dean immediately think of Mike Smith's "source of pain"!

The clinic would have been one of their leads.

But even they were attacked, and they didn't need to think about it. The people in the clinic would have rushed to the street in all likelihood.

The key is.

Dean and Harry just arrived.

The enemy has already prepared traps in advance, waiting for them to jump in.

This is very abnormal!

Dean was very curious, how the people behind the scenes knew their actions!

Tracking this time.

Not only does he want to find out who is behind the scenes, but he also needs to clean up some mice that may be hiding around him! ! !

Totally crazy today!