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

On the way to the airport.

Dean gets a call from FBI Ruth.

This woman, who didn't know if she had taken the wrong medicine, changed her previous cautious attitude and said in a bad tone:

"Detective Dean.

We got word that you went to Mike Smith's house!

The case has been taken over by us.

You are ruining your future! "

Dean frowned slightly.

Ruth's face turned a little strange.

Think about it.

He tentatively said: "Agent Ruth, you forgot one thing, I am also a special employee of the FBI, meddling in this matter is not considered a violation, and you don't feel comfortable lying down and taking credit for it, why bother?"

"Shut up!" Ruth said coldly: "Dean, this is an order personally issued by the branch director. Since you are also a special employee of the FBI, you should abide by the rules of the game, otherwise you think you are hugging Al Aston thigh, can you do anything reckless?"

Hear here.

Dean suddenly realized.

understood.

Mike Smith is the psychological counselor for the youngest son of the owner of Aston.

It is estimated that the youngest son of the owner was worried that Mike Smith would be involved behind the matter, so he let the FBI of the Los Angeles branch take over the matter.

He and Munn were Saul Aston's men.

And Saul Aston, although he is also a member of the Aston family, may not be of one mind with the youngest son of the Patriarch.

This should be the reason.

Only then did Ruth, a small character, give up the idea of ​​taking credit for nothing, and wanted to stop herself from continuing to investigate this matter.

Unfortunately, I am not only a special employee of the FBI, but also a special employee of the NSA!

He had already prepared his backhand.

If Ruth doesn't care about life and death, and continues to follow, I will let her know what it means to really shut up!

hang up the phone.

Regardless of the stinging pain from his injuries, Dean accelerated the speed of the car.

Airport.

Dean waited for about half an hour.

A familiar figure, leading more than a dozen burly men, walked towards Dean.

Dean went up to meet him, opened his hands, and gave him a warm hug: "Welcome to Los Angeles, Dick!"

That's right, it was Dick Lucchese, Dean's cousin, and the sole heir of the Lucchese family in New York.

He asked Amon to help solve the troubles of the Lucchese family.

Now is the time for them to reward themselves!

Dick was about to share his happy events in the past few days, when suddenly his nose twitched and he asked worriedly, "Cousin Dean, are you hurt?"

"Little problem, let's go, we have a lot of things to do today!"

Dick brought fifteen members of the family over.

With so many people, it is naturally impossible to take Dean's small broken car. Instead, he directly spent money to 'rent' a few taxis, and then, under the leadership of Dean, headed for a certain town in Los Angeles. .

His movements are not small.

Ruth of the FBI immediately received information from Dean.

"Bastard!" Ruth threw down the phone annoyedly, and shouted at Cheston, who was laying flat with soy sauce:

"Get up, that guy Dean must have found the hiding place of the Source of Pain organization, now I'm going to chase him, you hurry up and coordinate the people from the local branch to come and help!"

finished.

She leaves in a hurry.

Cheston looked at the back of this woman who was dazzled by the promise made by the supervisor with pity.

He had a hunch that this was the last time he would see Ruth alive.

That Dean guy is not a man of rules.

But these are none of his business.

Cheston picked up the phone, called the nearest branch, politely asked some patrol officers for help, and then waited slowly at the intersection for those patrol officers to meet.

After he became a regular, it was only more than 3,000 U.S. dollars a month before tax.

This attitude is already worthy of the salary.

The small town of Los Angeles is a rural town that almost disappears on the map of Los Angeles.

In its heyday, there were more than 100 residents.

But by 2001, only some old people still lived here.

They are self-sufficient and almost independent of the world.

this afternoon.

The arrival of four or five taxis and a dilapidated second-hand car broke the calm here.

Dean got out of the car and asked the people brought by Dick to surround several hidden tunnels near the town church.

On the way, Dick already knew what he was doing this time, and he said excitedly, "Cousin, shall we go in now?"

Dean shook his head: "There are still people coming here. Besides, this place looks dilapidated. In fact, there are many organs and dug underground secret rooms inside. We need more professional equipment!"

Under the church, there are secret rooms and underground prisons that have been left for a long time without knowing what to do.

After the members of Source of Pain discovered this place, they transformed it into a base, like a mole, hiding underground, with several exits.

But with a detailed map.

For Dean, it was a game of whack-a-mole.

After more than ten minutes.

Three or four farm trucks that transport cattle and sheep came here together.

"Hey, Dean."

Dean's elder brother, Baker, jumped out of one of the cars and gave Dean a hug: "You have closed training these days."

Baker couldn't go on.

Because he saw the bloody bandages under Dean's coat.

His eyes flashed fiercely: "Dean, who hurt you!"

"It's just a small injury." Dean smiled and patted Baker on the shoulder, introducing Dick to him.

Considering that there might be children to take away later, he asked Baker to ask his grandfather to borrow a few cars to take them away. At the same time, he also took this opportunity to open the eyes of those cowboys and use their mouths to scare the rest of the farmers!

Noisy room.

An armed escort vehicle that was pitch black and looked very intimidating arrived here.

The car stopped.

A group of heavily armed soldiers, led by a leader, quickly lined up in two rows,

The leader glanced at a group of people, walked up to Dean, and gave a military salute: "Hello, Special Agent Dean, I am Doug, the leader of the NSA's Fifth Special Service Group, Director Amon asked us to take this action, and we have full authority to listen to you." command!"

Dean glanced around and saw that it was the elite special service team, and nodded with satisfaction.

Amon is really interesting.

This is his trump card.

The Source of Pain organization accepts children for brainwashing training, and also attempts to train those people into the army, which involves threats to the homeland security of the United States.

With such a perfect excuse, the FBI has nothing to say when it knows about it.

Of course, the main reason why Amon helped Dean was that Dean agreed to give him all the credit.

The credit for picking it up in vain.

He couldn't refuse.

People are already in place.

Dean walked up to Baker, muttered a few words, and told him to take the companions who came with him and stay away from here.

Clear the field.

Dean took out the map provided by Mike Smith, pointed to several exits and said:

"The enemy is a vicious terrorist who just planned a big explosion in the urban area, causing more than dozens of casualties and detaining many children for brainwashing training.

Now our goal is to kill them! "

Doug glanced at the crude map, frowned and said, "If they have explosives, wouldn't it be dangerous for us to go in!"

"Use poisonous smoke!"

Dean's eyes flashed fiercely:

"This group of people are insane and may use those children as human bombs.

For safety reasons.

We have to force them out first, and leave the rest to my people. You guys are responsible for stopping the FBI. "

Think of the group of little radish 'thugs' who did not hesitate to shoot innocent people.

Dean showed no mercy.

Doug glanced behind Dean, the group of strong men with obvious gangster style nodded, and said nothing.

Not long.

Dean saw what it meant to be a professional.

The armed transport vehicle not only undertakes the transportation function, but also has professional equipment to deal with this kind of scene.

Seven or eight plastic hoses similar to water pipes are connected to a large machine, and then stuffed into the entrances of those underground passages.

Some pungent white pills are dropped into the inside of the machine, and water is added.

next moment.

The water seemed to be boiling, and large streams of yellow smoke came out, pouring into the passage along the pipes.

It's almost time to wait.

Another two members of the secret service team took a special tubular fan, stuffed it into the passage, opened the mechanism, and helped the poisonous smoke pour into the church underground at a faster speed.

Less than three minutes passed.

The rural church, which seemed to be empty at first, was coughing violently, and a figure rushed out from it.

No need to ask.

bang bang bang~

The group of strong men brought by Dick raised their guns and shot!

Those who rushed out screamed and retreated.

But not long.

Accompanied by yellow smoke coming directly from the buildings inside the church.

The group of underground rats tried to rush out again.

This time, it was a group of radishes that led the way. There were only about a dozen people in total. A beehive rushed out of the church and ran towards Dean and the others.

While coughing, he feebly shouted for help.

After everyone saw the group of people clearly, they all shouted: "Stop, put your hands on your head and get down!"

After several times.

Not only did this group of little radishes not follow suit, but they accelerated their approach.

Without further ado, everyone continued to shoot.

in a blink.

Dead bodies are everywhere.

"stop!"

At this moment, a female voice came from the hidden darkness.

I saw Ruth, an FBI agent, rushing out angrily, holding a filming equipment and said viciously: "You bastards, do you still have humanity, they are still a group of children?"

bang~

A bullet hit Ruth's open mouth, making her completely quiet.

Until the darkness completely swallowed her consciousness.

Ruth never thought that Dean would dare to kill her, an FBI agent, in front of so many people.

Kill this annoying fly.

Dean motioned to Dick.

Dick nodded, led two people, dragged Ruth who was like a dead dog in front of him, and stripped her naked, then picked up the gasoline and set her on fire.

far away.

Doug of the NSA Secret Service saw this scene, his cheeks twitched twice.

This kid is so unscrupulous, he can't be regarded as an outsider!

Doug glanced around and saw that the members of his team were guarding those passages seriously, and hurried over: "Dean, this is an FBI agent, what are you going to do with it?"

He is Amon's confidant, so he has goodwill towards Dean.

Dean shrugged, pointed at Ruth's corpse that had been changed into civilian clothes on the ground, and said sadly, "Captain Doug, something unfortunate happened just now, Agent Ruth of the FBI didn't listen to advice, He wanted to infiltrate the base of terrorists to find out, but in the end his whereabouts were revealed and he died in the line of duty!"

The corner of Doug's mouth twitched twice, and he nodded: "Yes, brothers have all seen it, this matter is indeed unfortunate."

During the conversation.

Dick ran over, showing a look of fear: "Dean, you guessed it right, some of those radishes really have explosives on them!"

"Only a few?"

"right."

Dean nodded:

"Very well, it seems that they have no explosives in stock, and they are almost desperate, otherwise they will use explosives to open the way, and there is no need to play this kind of trick.

Dick, now put on the equipment and go in and clean up! "

This is undoubtedly using the few remaining elites of the Lucchese family as cannon fodder.

But thinking about the current situation of the Lucchese family and the ruthlessness Dean showed today, Dick nodded, gritted his teeth, led more than a dozen men, put on the equipment provided by the secret service team, and walked into the church.

see.

Dean silently lit a cigarette.

He was not prepared to take the risk by himself at the beginning, but called Dick and the others.

This is both a transfer of risk and a test for Dick and the Lucchese family.

until now.

Dean was basically satisfied, and made up his mind. After this incident, he would support Dick to control the Lucchese family and become his ally.

After Dick and others went in, continuous gunshots rang out.

Dean wasn't worried at all.

Under the poisonous smoke.

There are definitely not many people in the Source of Pain organization who still have combat power.

His orders were also clear.

Unless it is a child who is determined to be locked up.

Otherwise, even if you see a comatose adult, you have to make two shots first to prevent them from playing tricks.

Seven or eight minutes later.

da da da ~

The members of the secret service team guarding the exit passage also heard the rattle of their rifles.

Hear this movement.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, it's done!

Knowing that the underground passage is a dead end, but still running this way, it is obvious that I was cornered!

The battle is coming to an end.

High IQ stuff.

You need to hide behind the scenes and use various tools and information gaps to perform.

Once exposed.

In the face of violence, too powerless.

When the gunshots are lonely.

Three pieces of information flashed through Dean's mind:

[Kill all the murderers in Mike Smith's brutal murder case, experience value +1200]

[Destroy the terrorist organization "Source of Pain", kill all core members, experience value +4000, L14→L16, attribute points +2, skill points +2]

[Kill all the murderers of the missing children in the black community in California, experience value +3200, L16→L17, attribute point +1, skill point +1]

"Fuck!"

"Upgrade three levels in a row?"

After watching it several times, Dean still called out the panel in disbelief:

Panel data:

Character: Dean

Level: 17 (300/3200)

Spirit: 13

Strength: 14

Speed: 15 (limit)

Stamina: 12

Skills: Pistol Mastery, Ancient Muay Thai Mastery, Trace Tracking L2, Akaz School-Mind Reading L2, slightly (click to open).

Attribute Points: 3

Skill Points: 4

Completed cases: 15, details are omitted.

real!

I really went up three levels in a row!

Dean clenched his fists, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

worth it!

The harvest this time even surpassed the previous one when they encircled Lincoln Manor and captured Anbei!

However, in the three notifications, the number of cases only shows an increase in the number of cases.

Dean suspects that this is equivalent to swiping an experience copy.

If he guessed correctly.

Under the church, there are some innocent children who have not been brainwashed.

Only in this way can the case of missing children happen to be sparked.

Tool panel, very beautiful!

The gunfire died down.

A corpse was dragged out.

Dean should have been happy to have destroyed the Source of Pain organization, but at this moment he was leaning on the car alone, looking at the yellow smoke scattered sky with melancholy eyes.

Men can't be too successful.

So many attribute points and skill points.

How did you spend it all?

I don't know how to spend it at all!