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

This group of short legs is nothing but crazy bloodthirsty.

They didn't even notice Dean following behind.

This group of short legs, led by the former black girl, crossed the two streets around the black clinic, came to an abandoned house, directly lifted an inconspicuous sundry, revealing the hole below, followed by Drilled in.

I said it before.

Underground in Los Angeles, there is a dense pipeline network.

This group of short-legged people came in and out from here, and with the cover of skin color and age, the local gang did not notice their strangeness.

see.

Dean frowned.

Ground tracking and underground tracking are completely different things.

Fortunately, he can track traces!

Wait a moment.

Dean checked the ammunition on his body, counted the time, walked to the hole that had been covered again, lifted the covered sundries, and prepared to take a look at the environment inside.

How do you know.

Just as he lowered his head, there was a very strong sense of coldness that filled his whole body, making him shiver subconsciously!

here we go again.

Such a familiar feeling!

But this time, the feeling is far beyond any previous warning!

Without the slightest hesitation, Dean burst out with all his strength, turned around and ran!

next moment.

boom~

With a radius of 100 meters, it looks like an earth dragon turning over, the flame breaks through the limitation of the ground, surges out, and sinks down

Dean only felt a rush of hot air.

The pain came.

His increasingly thick body rose into the air, surrounded by countless gravel and shock waves, and slammed into the shaking wall in the distance!

quite a while.

He was covered in blood, and he staggered up from the ground.

Someone set off an underground pipe and detonated the explosives!

Strong concussion shock.

It caused serious damage to Dean.

Buzzing in his ears, the world in front of him seemed to be shaking, his clothes were torn and bloody, especially the back, almost turned into a hole-in-the-wall outfit, as if someone had shot him behind him with a nozzle.

Relying on a strong physique.

Dean staggered, trying to hide in a safe place.

The feeling of dizziness came in waves like a tide.

This is the body's instinctive choice, wanting to digest the adverse reactions on the body through drowsiness.

But Dean knew that it was not safe here!

Since the enemy in the dark can detonate the explosives in the underground pipeline at the first time and kill the mouths of those stupid short-legged ones, then it is likely to hide in the dark and observe here.

This kind of lunatic does things ruthlessly and recklessly.

If the other party notices that he is not dead, once he falls asleep, he is basically dead.

Dean leaned on the wall, two lines of blood spurted out of his nose, and when he was shaking out of control, he muttered to himself.

add a bit!

He was on the plane before, promoted one level, and has not improved himself!

Now it's a lifesaver!

Accompany Dean to meditate in his heart.

A warm current floated all over the body out of thin air.

Dean felt his internal organs itch, and at the same time, a tingling sensation welled up in his nasal cavity.

He sneezed hard.

A spurt of blood followed.

The originally very strong dizziness gradually disappeared as the blood left.

Dean shook his much more comfortable head, stumbled to a corner, pretended to be weak, and sat down slowly, as if he couldn't bear it at last, and passed out.

100 meters away.

An unremarkable dark room.

The man looked at the surveillance on the screen and admired: "This is a strong body, it's a pity that the investigation has found us, otherwise it would be the perfect carrier of crime."

He licked his lips, and after confirming that Dean had fainted, he took out a pager: "How long will it take for the police to come?"

"You still have three minutes to evacuate." A hoarse female voice came from the other side.

"enough!"

The man put away the pager, clumsily grabbed the submachine gun on the table, lit a cigarette, threw the lighter behind him, and walked towards Dean's position.

After a breath.

boom~

The sound of explosions and abnormal flames surged again, turning the noisy community into dead silence again.

Explosion, chaos.

It is the theme of this sinful community, today.

The man knew that his firearms were average, just like those cannon fodder, so he didn't push it too hard. He didn't show his body until he was about ten meters in front of Dean, and raised the short charge in his hand.

bang~

Gunfire roared out.

The man was taken aback.

I haven't fired yet?

next moment.

He only felt numbness in his hands and feet, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito, but he lost control of his limbs, not only the short submachine gun he just raised was unable to hit the ground.

What fell together was the body of the man.

He stared blankly at the sky billowing with black smoke above his head, and didn't realize that he had been shot until he felt severe pain from his limbs!

this moment.

His mind fell into a very strange state.

Dumb and sober.

what happened?

What should I do now?

correct.

It hurts, it hurts!

The man's body seemed to react, he opened his mouth, and was about to vent himself to keep up with the tearing pain of the senses, but a blood-stained face appeared in front of the man's eyes.

Dean looked at the man who opened his mouth to scream, grinned, and kicked the man in the crotch.

Aww~

The man's eyes bulged, and finally he couldn't bear the pain of the broken egg, spat out two mouthfuls of white foam, and passed out happily.

Huh~

Dean let out a long breath of hot air, squatted down, and picked up the man. Sure enough, on the back of his neck, he saw a familiar tattoo: a figure of thorns hanging upside down on a cross.

The person behind it is indeed related to the 'source of pain'!

only

Dean frowned and looked at the distorted man.

He seemed to have seen this person before.

Dean rubbed his forehead, trying to activate his fragmented memory palace, to see if he could recall when he saw a man's face, but he let out a muffled grunt, and the dizziness that had dissipated came back to him again.

Fuck!

It's a concussion!

Dean didn't dare to stimulate his brain any more, and began to search for the man.

under professional methods.

Ten seconds later.

Several bottles of painkillers, a bottle of powder with unknown ingredients, an old pager, and a supermarket shopping list appeared in front of Dean.

Painkillers are easy to understand.

The lunatics who are the source of pain are all masochists, who like to torture themselves, thinking that this is purifying their sins, but it also leads to dense old wounds on their bodies. Only by relying on drugs can they relieve the pain of old wounds and maintain normal health. action.

Dean's main focus was on the pager and the supermarket shopping list.

This kind of old pager is rarely used except for some patrol security, so the distance of use is not far, far inferior to mobile phones, but it is also safer.

That means, there's a fellow man nearby!

Dean picked up the pager and wanted to see if he could get in touch with the other side, but a deep female voice came from inside first: "The police are here, I will withdraw first!"

next moment.

woo woo woo~

The sound of the siren, after everything was over, broke the dead silence of this chaotic place, and came precisely at the time when the curtain ended

Holding the supermarket list tightly in the palm of his hand.

In a daze.

Dean seemed to hear Harry's crying and the chaotic voices of doctors and nurses:

"Man, be strong.

Don't fall asleep!

FK!

You said you would cover me."

"He's lost a lot of blood, run a blood test quickly..."

"Doctor, the patient's right hand does not know what he is holding. The muscles and skin are too hard, and it is very difficult for the needle to go in."

"Are you an idiot, don't worry about that, squeeze the wound directly, hurry up, I'm worried that he will go into shock."

In a daze, Dean remembered the female nurse's voice.

Dare to prick yourself with a needle.

When I wake up, I must stick back!

Accompanied by a stream of cool liquid, it passes into the body.

Dean's consciousness finally sank into darkness and fell into a deep sleep.

"Jenny, have you checked his abs? That curve is so perfect. If it wasn't for that black police detective guarding the door, I would have eaten him!"

"Haha~"

A group of female nurses smiled coquettishly.

A much more mature female voice laughed and said: "You only look at the surface, it's too superficial."

The female nurse who spoke before said curiously: "Head nurse, don't look at the surface. He is really handsome and has a perfect figure. I heard that he is also the inspector of the police department. I really want to be his wife!"

The head nurse chuckled: "What's the use of looking good on the outside, if it's okay, it depends on the inside, his inside, but there is such a thing"

She made a gesture, which caused a series of exclamations and swallowing sounds.

not far away.

Harry looked aggrieved at the group of nurses who were like tigers and wolves, and they made no secret of their tone.

Not only can he just watch his good brothers being eaten tofu, but he also has to endure their unscrupulous oral sex.

Harry touched the thick stack of notes in his pocket and sighed inwardly.

Good brother, don't blame me!

These women give too much!

at this time.

Didi Didi~

The call light at the nurse's station blared.

After seeing the ward number, the joking nurses exclaimed, "It's ward number three, and the detective is awake."

Harry hadn't reacted yet.

A group of nurses pushed him away and rushed into the ward behind him.

So when Dean wanted to call a nurse over to find out what happened to him after he fell asleep, it was six nurses with fiery eyes who broke into the door.

The head nurse with a dignified face smiled at Dean and said, "Inspector Dean, you finally woke up, don't worry, this is Mary's Hospital, and we are the nurses who will take care of you."

Dean is perceptive.

He subconsciously tucked in the quilt and asked, "Thank you, what time is it now, and is there a phone number? I want to contact my colleague!"

"Today is January 22nd. You have been in a coma for three days. Besides, your companion is outside now, but your current situation."

"Call him in for me, and I'm fine!"

Do not know why.

Dean felt that the group of nurses in front of him looked like wolves and tigers in his eyes, eager to be pampered, so he decisively opened his mouth and wanted the colleagues outside to come in!

joke.

He could see what was hidden in the eyes of these women at a glance!

One essence, ten blood!

Before I fell into a coma, I didn't know how much blood I lost, and I couldn't stand the toss!

Get rid of these enthusiastic nurses.

Harry rushed in with a surprised expression: "FK, you scared me before, I thought you wouldn't wake up."

Dean shook his head: "It's just a concussion. Before I passed out, I had a supermarket list in my hand. Where is it now?"

"You said this?" Harry took out a blood-stained paper slip from his pocket: "This was given to me by the doctor after the operation. He said that your right hand was tightly held, and it was only after you were injected with medicine that you loosened it. Come on, I feel that this thing is very important to you, so let the nurse give it to me."

Seeing that the list was still there, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

He touched the bandages all over his body: "This is too exaggerated, I just had a concussion, why did you wrap me like a mummy!"

crunch~

The door of the ward was pushed open.

A blond woman with glamorous professional ladies' attire walked in with high heels: "The doctor found no less than thirty stones and sundries in your body. In fact, you can survive to the hospital and you need to thank yourself. body armor!"

"Who are you?" Harry stood in front of the woman.

The timing of the opponent's appearance was too coincidental.

Harry had to be cautious when thinking of the "Source of Pain" organization that attacked them, killing and injuring dozens of innocent residents.

The woman took out a document with a blank expression: "FBI, for the sake of stability on the surface, the community bombing three days ago has been thrown at the head of a small gang, but secretly, the 'source of pain' has been defined by us as Terrorist organization, now we will take over this case!"

"That's why I woke up and you showed up?" Dean licked his puffy lips, picked up the apple on the side, and said to Harry: "Dude, don't be so nervous, there are surveillance cameras here, help me get some fruit Come on, I'll talk to this lady myself."

hear this.

Harry's pupils shrank, and he wanted to touch the gun instinctively, but he was worried that he had misunderstood the meaning, so he pretended to complain and approached Dean, snatching the apple from his hand: "You are a patient, I will help you."

An impatience flashed in the woman's eyes: "The group of people are lunatics. The case is entrusted to us to protect you. If you don't want to be retaliated against, please cooperate with my inquiry and eat that damn apple later!"

"FK, what are you talking about, stinky bitch!" Harry's face flashed angrily, and he was about to turn around to reason with her, but Dean grabbed him: "Okay, Harry, she's right, you go out first Well, I really don't want to touch that case again."

With dilated nostrils, Harry exhaled two rough breaths, making sure that Dean hadn't hinted at himself, so he gave the woman a vicious look, and then left the ward in dissatisfaction.

The corner of the woman's mouth was raised, she adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on her face, and a professional smile appeared on her expressionless face: "I'm glad you cooperated, Inspector Dean, we want to know, what did you do before you fell into a coma?" Discover?"

Dean struggled to sit up from the bed, leaning on the iron bed, as if remembering, but showed pain, and shook his head: "Sorry, as long as I recall the previous things now, my brain hurts and I can't remember clearly."

"Are you sure? We're at the scene, and we didn't find anything except the body of an unidentified man!"

When Dean heard that the man had died, he shook his head in astonishment and said, "Sorry, I really can't remember. Maybe in a few days, I'll recover from my injuries and remember."

"That's great." A look of regret appeared on the woman's face, but her professional smile turned into a sinister smile: "It's a pity that you don't have a chance, Mr. Inspector!"

The voice fell.

With a bang, the quilt on Dean's body was torn into a big hole, and the smell of velvet and gunpowder filled the entire ward!

outside.

When Harry heard the gunshot, his face changed drastically, he opened the door, and while touching the gun, shouted angrily: "Stinky bitch, put your hands up!"

result.

The gun was not touched.

People also stumble over something.

Harry looked back, and saw a woman who called herself FBI, clutching her palm and screaming, while Dean, who was worried by him, was playing with the revolver that should have been on his waist.

This bastard, at some point, actually touched his treasure!