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

At present, the effective range of some powerful sniper rifles is about three thousand meters.

But this is firearm effectiveness.

Even for ordinary elite snipers, most of the accurate hit ranges are only concentrated within 800 to 1,200 meters. Only some talented and experienced ace snipers can break through this limit and break through. A distance of two kilometers.

even so.

Hit also depends on luck, weather and long aiming.

Naturally, the snipers Dean faced couldn't reach this level, otherwise he wouldn't have joined such a risky operation.

The building he was in was only seven or eight hundred meters away from the intersection.

Under Dean's eruption, his long legs ran rapidly on the ground, and even afterimages appeared in his vision, as if he was speeding and moving on the ground. In less than a minute, he arrived under the building and was about to speed along the rope. The sniper who surrendered was blocked!

Huh~

A mouthful of hot white gas spewed out.

Dean looked at the man in black who slid down from the roof in a standard rappelling posture, grinned, gasped slightly, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards the opponent's landing point.

How could the other party have imagined that someone could rush out a distance of seven or eight hundred meters in just over a minute, and according to his shooting angle, accurately lock his position, go directly downstairs, and block himself.

He was preparing to run away with a face full of grief and indignation.

The gunman who rushed out suddenly was too terrifying, even scarier than the sharpshooter he had seen in the army.

I have been exposed.

Once blocked by the other party on the roof, there is absolutely a dead end.

With a heart of resentment for the death of a companion.

While descending rapidly, the sniper swore in his heart that after he escaped, he would definitely find out the identity of the other party, and then kill the other party to avenge his brothers!

pat~

Hard leather shoes, step on the concrete floor.

The sniper breathed a sigh of relief, carried the box on his back, turned around, and was about to rush towards the motorcycle that had been prepared earlier, and flee towards the safe house.

next moment.

As if he had been cursed by Medusa's petrification, he was like a sculpture, keeping his turned posture, motionless, only his thick and powerful legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Huh~

A puff of smoke sprayed on the sniper's dull face.

Dean flicked the cigarette ash, and under the desperate eyes of the other party, he said lightly: "Your brother has invited you to a party. Do you want to go to the prison to take care of the brother who is not dead, or go to hell to meet the other two?" Confluence?"

After all, snipers are soldiers who have been in the army for many years.

After being horrified for a few seconds, he finally came back to his senses and slowly raised his hands: "Don't be impulsive, I surrender!"

Although Dean in front of him didn't have a gun in his hand.

But under the gaze of the other party, this sniper, who has carried out more than a dozen dangerous missions, realized for the first time what the stare of death is.

Under Dean's gaze, he almost forgot to breathe. He felt a heavy weight on his chest, his breathing was difficult, his blood congealed slightly, his hands and feet were cold, and at the same time his mind was slow, which aroused the most primitive human fear of beasts.

Instinct is constantly reminding the sniper: don't act rashly! Never act rashly!

As long as you dare to make changes!

The opponent will open his bloody mouth wide and tear himself apart in an instant!

Until Dean's eyes, bright as diamonds, blinked slightly.

The indescribable 'force field' or 'killing intent' that enveloped the sniper slowly dissipated.

Look at the sniper with his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

Dean flicked the cigarette in his hand: "How did you get the accurate information on the escort vehicle of the Anti-Drug Division?"

The departure time, distance, and configuration of the escort truck that transported the drugs obtained by the Anti-Drug Department in the previous year are all secret, and only the deputy team of the Second Squadron of the Anti-Drug Department and Eve, the captain, who are in charge of security escorts, know.

How did this combat team know?

The sniper's eyes turned: "We bought an employee of an incineration factory. Although the route of the anti-narcotics department's transport vehicles is kept secret, if we want to destroy those things, we need the incineration factory to prepare in advance. We can basically determine that they will the way to go."

Logically speaking.

There's nothing wrong with what this guy said.

Just think about the raw materials of the previous counterfeit banknote case.

Many things are very difficult to keep secret in the United States.

for money.

Many people's mouths are not strict.

But Dean could tell at a glance that although the other party's words were true, they were hiding something more crucial. In other words, the other party's cooperation was to hide a deeper goal!

Think about it.

Dean did not expose the other party, and reached out to take out the handcuffs from his waist and threw them over: "Congratulations, you survived, put them on yourself, be honest, don't give me a reason to kill you!"

"No one wants to die."

The sniper caught the handcuffs thrown by Dean, swiped his right hand, cuffed his left hand, then turned his hand behind his back, stretched his right hand over, and prepared to handcuff his hands behind his back.

After seeing Dean's inhuman marksmanship and athletic ability, he cooperated beyond Dean's expectations.

Do it all.

The sniper turned around to let Dean check, and said: "For the sake of my cooperation, can you tell me, are you a super soldier secretly cultivated by the military?

I have been in the army for more than ten years, and I have never seen such a terrifying person like you!

Even those members of the Special Forces, in front of you, are like the gap between Huskies and the king of gray wolves!

I don't believe that such people exist in the world, unless you are a super soldier researched by the military! "

The United States likes to use soldiers to participate in experiments through various names.

It's no secret.

Dean didn't know what those experiments were, but he had heard Carlo say that there had always been legends of super soldiers in the military.

But compared to the legend of super soldiers.

Dean even believed that this was just a statement spread by the top military officials deliberately to fool these big soldiers.

After all, with the current technology, even the genes of human beings have not been thoroughly studied. Where do super soldiers come from?

Maybe when he uses the panel to break all attribute points beyond the human body limit of fifteen, he may have a chance to see non-human power.

Dean was looking forward to it, but not too much.

After all, it is flesh and blood.

Can resist bullets, but also can't hold an rpg.

He never thought that he could rely on force to become a big boss who called the wind and rain.

Things can be adjusted.

As a human being, you must keep a low profile.

Force can be used as the foundation of one's life, but the key to success is to rely on brains and luck.

but.

The physical fitness exposed by the camera at the intersection today is still a bit shocking.

Think here.

Killing intent flashed in Dean's heart.

This sniper cannot stay!

"If you don't speak, is it a default?"

The sniper's breathing became slightly rapid.

Is there really any super soldier plan?

Absolutely!

The distance of seven or eight hundred meters.

It took less than a minute for the handsome man in front of him to cross over. The key point is that he didn't even have a huge consumption, and he still had the energy to smoke and wait for himself to descend quickly.

Humans simply cannot do this!

Seeing this sniper, he firmly believed that he was some kind of super soldier.

Dean raised his head slightly, his fair face was sprinkled with a layer of golden light, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was faintly seductive: "You tell me, the secret you want to hide, and I will tell you what you want to know It can even let you see a new world that you have never seen before!"

"real?"

The sniper's nose twitched, and his chest rose and fell violently visible to the naked eye.

Almost any man with military service experience hides a kind of power worship and violence obsession deep in his heart!

He is also included!

Dean nodded affirmatively: "Really!"

The tied hands on the back of the sniper let go of the fingers that were holding the inconspicuous thin thread of his clothes. He clenched his fist and let go. He hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes, and said like a gamble, "Okay, I trust you once."

"In fact, we are comrades-in-arms of Saddam Hussein. We used to be members of a small team and served in the Middle East. We have experienced many life-and-death crises, but we have also formed a deep friendship.

For some special reasons, the captain was sent to a court-martial, and we team members were also expelled from the army. All benefits were lost, and there was no compensation.

Without money, we became mercenaries.

Because Saddam had a pregnant wife, he returned to his hometown of Los Angeles, and through some connections, he became an ordinary police detective in the Los Angeles Drug Enforcement Division. "

"So, all this is your collusion?"

"almost."

In the sniper's description, Dean discovered to his astonishment that this was actually a trick within a game, and it also involved the massacre that affected his sister Sinclair before.

That Saddam Hussein is really talented!

But who is he?

I haven't heard Eve say that!

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