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

[Cruise vertical X fatal case solved, experience value +300]

【Level 18 (900/3400)】

As expected.

In this case, the experience value is very little.

The next upgrade is far away.

Although it is a bit boring, this is the normal state of solving crimes.

"For some reason, Morais didn't want me to continue investigating George's death. In exchange, she provided me with clues to a case. The problem is that this case is still under planning and has not officially started."

After thinking for a while, Dean continued to focus on the books in his hand.

Reading is a good habit.

It can help people accumulate temperament and intelligence.

There is one thing to say.

Although Dean didn't feel that his temperament had improved significantly, during this period of time, he had been familiar with the basic knowledge of various subjects, comprehending by analogy, and boasting that he was a cultured hooligan was not an exaggeration.

Two weeks passed like running water.

period.

Dean took his team and called the police several times.

But basically headless murders.

What is a headless murder?

There are no clues, no purpose, and even the owner of the corpse is difficult to determine the legal identity of the case.

This kind of case, even for Dean, would be very difficult to solve. He might put in a lot of energy and still get nothing in the end.

He is not a strong man.

Los Angeles has an average annual death toll of more than 600,000. Of course, factors such as natural aging and illness account for the vast majority.

According to statistics, the number of abnormal deaths is only two to three thousand.

Average down.

Probably three to four people die every day.

And most of these cases will become a number, which does not have the "value" of solving the case (the cost-effectiveness of solving the case is too low).

Although Dean is not a bad show.

But for those unsolved cases, if no clues were found for more than three days, he would file them directly and send them to Lawrence, while he read books every day, or called everyone to gather at night to take care of the 'stalkers' who flooded into this big city. dream man'.

end of March.

rest tomorrow.

Dean put down the book in his hand, glanced at a chat pattern with an open umbrella on the computer, and smiled knowingly.

This is the exclusive chat software for him and Mike.

this time.

He often exchanges knowledge with Little Mike.

The intimacy between the two has increased visible to the naked eye.

None of this is critical.

The key is.

Little Mike finally made it out of the gadget that Dean had been thinking about to avoid the monitoring of the "Lucifer Game Organization"!

Why did he still pretend to know nothing after being disgusted by this organization?

Fear is one aspect.

There is no anti-surveillance means, which is another aspect!

Leaving aside, just talk about the game "Fallen Hero".

This thing, nine out of ten, is the work of the Lucifer Game Organization.

seem

This organization, since before I came to this world, has been trying to find ways to recruit talents through various channels, and transform itself from an online 'platform' to an online and offline integration.

This size.

Not fully sure before.

Dean will no longer be as fierce as before, and choose to be tough.

The more you know.

The more he can discover the depth of the 'Lucifer Game Organization'.

It is more like a 'trash can' that can carry the hearts of human beings, attracting a large number of unknown people, either openly or secretly, through the Internet, they are involved together, venting their own needs and the other side of the unknown , and through this network, constitutes an employment network platform that many people cannot independently build in reality.

on this virtual platform.

Life, emotions, and even your time have become goods and have value.

That said, it may be a bit esoteric.

To sum it up in one sentence.

That is, the powerful and powerful people need a trash can to satisfy all kinds of unknown eccentricities in their hearts, and other people struggling at all levels of society can also use this trash can to obtain relatively safe wealth, Do something that you can't do in real life.

mutual benefit.

It has become the key reason why this organization has been stable until now!

Dean wonders sometimes.

This organization cannot be destroyed at all.

What he can do is, under the premise of safety, whichever tentacles of the other party provoke him, he will break the tentacles.

Little Mike's residence.

After Dean accompanied Little Mike to enjoy the nutritious meal carefully prepared by the maid, he brought Little Mike to his underground laboratory.

compared to before.

Little Mike's physical condition is better.

Also just some.

If there is no breakthrough progress, his situation is not optimistic.

crunch~

Under the control of Little Mike, the intelligent electric wheelchair shuttled flexibly through the passage, leading Dean to a new space.

"This is my new laboratory for researching 'intelligence'." Little Mike introduced it to Dean.

Dean looked at this small room full of electronic instruments, and was a little puzzled: "I remember that this was not the place where you researched some weapons before, who helped you make it like this?"

"Those servants!" Little Mike smiled anthropomorphically: "Since those people came, my research on psychology has improved a lot, and I basically figured out those people, and selected a few for 'training', now They are all reliable."

Hear here.

Dean was silent.

This is the horror of genius.

It is difficult for ordinary people's thinking to keep up with the growth of the other party.

Even Dean, before this, never imagined that just by arranging some people to take care of Little Mike, he would be able to directly improve his psychological research, which he was least good at, to the point where he could influence people's hearts in a short period of time.

this moment.

He was even thankful that Little Mike was in poor health.

otherwise

This little guy is very disturbing.

Dean was full of thoughts in his heart, but remained calm on the surface. He praised: "Your progress is amazing. I'm glad that you look more human now."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Little Mike smiled lightly and led Dean to a shelf.

To take care of his condition.

It looks more like a child's tool room. The table is not big, and the area where items are placed is not high.

Dean lowered his head and looked carefully at the things on the shelf.

There are not many things, only three.

The top one is a mask, which looks a bit like a gas mask. It has a metallic texture and is sprayed with paintings, giving people a sense of a 3D skull mouth.

Under the mask is a semi-elliptical electronic screen, the size of a baby's palm. There are only two switches on it, one red and one black. There is a buckle under the switch, and it seems that there is something hidden inside.

Below the electronic screen is an unremarkable gun barrel.

Little Mike pointed to the mask: "Customized according to your requirements, the skull mask can automatically adjust the electronic sound of men, women, children, and children, and shield the electronic signals around ten meters away. At the same time, it has the basic functions of a gas mask, and its material is made of special alloys. , if you are stubborn, you can even use a mask to directly block bullets from ordinary pistols."

This is a great masking tool.

Dean flicked his mouth, made a popping sound, and said with a smile: "My mouth looks brittle and hard, there should be no problem."

"I'm just trying to make a joke. If you really catch a bullet with your face, there is a high probability that your face will be fractured, because the fragile facial muscles and bone structure can hardly resist the impact of the bullet."

Little Mike rolled his eyes in a humane manner, pointing to the second small and delicate electronic screen:

"This is a jammer and tracker.

Usually, if you are connected to the car, it can interfere with the positioning, and if you connect to the mobile phone, the effect is the same.

If you want to track someone, open the buckle below, there are three tracking chips inside.

Although these tracking chips are a bit inferior, they can still emit invisible radio waves at a frequency of three times per minute within 24 hours.

Just within a kilometer of the chip.

You can then receive an approximate location through the electronic screen. "

Hearing this, Dean picked up the electronic screen, opened the buckle, and found that the so-called tracking chip in Little Mike's mouth was a little like the kind of small electronic battery placed in a child's watch, stuck together, it seemed that there was still Nice magnet.

He put the things away and said casually: "Did you make this thing with the help of the knowledge of magnetic fields?"

"Dean, you have made rapid progress in your knowledge recently, but if I want you to understand the principle of this thing, it may take me a whole day to waste."

Little Mike blinked his eyes and said sincerely: "So I'm sorry, my advice to you is to suppress your curiosity, and when your cultural level improves, you will understand the principle of this thing."

Dean: "."

Sincerity deserves to be a nirvana.

For Little Mike's suggestion, he was speechless.

"Okay, what is this last thing?" Dean changed the subject, pointing to the last small, bland gun barrel that looked like a suppressor.

"This is the silencer."

After talking so much, Little Mike rubbed his eyes tiredly, and explained: "Ordinary silencers can prevent sound waves from spreading in a large area to a certain extent, and they are limited to a small area. This is actually the same, but it is suitable for Multi-caliber firearms can be adjusted freely, and the sound insulation effect is better!"

heard the words.

Dean picked up the small suppressed barrel and looked at it.

The traditional silencer barrel is actually very cumbersome to use.

There are generally two types.

One is a fixed thread assembly and disassembly.

That is, a silenced barrel with a pistol.

This requires machining a suitable thread on the outside of the barrel first, and then screwing on the silencer tube like a screw, just like adding a clumsy gun head.

This method is relatively primitive, and it is also easy to cause the muffler to be directly unusable due to damage to the barrel thread.

The other one is quick release.

Since the silencer needs to be fixed by threads, I will directly prepare the processed thread tool, as long as this tool can be embedded outside the barrel, it can also play a fixed role.

The muffler of Little Mike is just like this.

The connection port of the muffler pipe has a movable screw that can be freely adjusted in size.

In this way, you only need to put the connection port on the corresponding barrel, twist it lightly, fix it, and then you can use it, and it can be adjusted at any time according to the difference of the barrel, and can be installed and disassembled at any time.

Little Mike saw that Dean was very interested in this silencer barrel, so he reminded: "Adding this will affect your shooting accuracy, so you need some time to adapt, and the external buckle connection is not as tight as the thread. In the case of vigorous exercise, the muffler may fall off."

Dean took out a black gun from his arms, after a brief familiarization, he installed the silencer, flicked a gun flower, and said with a smile: "This is nothing for a master. Besides, do you mind if I Let's test the effect of this silencer here?"

"There is a special room for testing the diaphragm sound here, and you should know where it is." Little Mike yawned: "The conditioner asked me to pay attention to the rest time, which can reduce the consumption of the body and allow my body to last longer, so I Go back to bed first."

"Go, I will leave through the secret passage after I finish the experiment!"

Farewell to Mike.

Dean came to the special soundproof room in the basement with great interest.

There is soundproofing here, so you can safely carry out some extremely small explosion tests.

Of course, shooting is no problem.

The premise is to be careful not to be hit by the ricochet.

Not long.

Dean packed his things with satisfaction, and left Little Mike's secret base through an inconspicuous passage.

off day.

Dean is enjoying his mother Sheila's craft.

Sudden.

jingle bell~

The phone rang, coming from his pocket.

"Is there a cute little sweetheart looking for you on a date, Dean?" Sinclair, the younger sister, was playing a deck of cards in her hand, but her attention was already on Dean.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Sinclair felt that his second brother seemed to be getting more and more honest recently.

Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone.

See the caller.

He was shocked.

Because it's Eve's call!

Dean got up quickly, took the phone, and walked quickly to the small courtyard. After scanning around, he made sure that there was no one there, and then connected: "Eve, the weather is fine today. Do you want to go fishing?"

"Fishing is boring, but I recently got some bait with a good reputation. If you need it, you can bring a box of small umbrellas and come to me for exchange."

On the other end of the phone, Eve's frivolous voice came.

The relationship between this woman and Dean, from being forced at the beginning to taking the initiative later, vividly explained to Dean what is meant by "a real hunter always appears in front of you in the image of prey".

Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky: "It's nine o'clock in the morning, are you sure you want me to bring a box of small umbrellas?"

"It's okay if you don't wear it." Eve said lightly, "I recently found a very good yoga teacher. She taught me some tricks. Maybe you can try it."

"Wait!"

hang up the phone.

Dean greeted his mother and drove to Eve's house.

The bait is not real bait.

Dean learned from Morais that there seemed to be black policemen trying to make trouble on Eve's side, so he directly told Eve about the situation.

So, Eve's call is to tell Dean that she has found her target!