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

At this moment, the prison guard was already terrified by the scene in the confinement room.

If there was a prisoner holding a thumb-sized test tube and shouting that it was explosives, he would only think that the other party was a fool.

But everything in front of him made him have to believe it.

at this time.

In Dean's hand, the test tube filled with flocs had already started to bubble a lot.

Even Dean's mentality was as stable as an old dog, but he couldn't help becoming anxious: "There are at most ten seconds before the test tube will explode. If you don't want to die, open the door!"

This urgent tone finally brought the prison guard back to his senses.

He just glanced at the test tube, which was obviously reacting violently, and didn't dare to think too much, he hurriedly took out the key trembling, and opened the door of the confinement room.

The door opened.

Dean quickly withdrew his arm, then threw the test tube inside, and rushed out of the confinement room.

next moment.

Boom ~ a slight shock wave.

The opened iron door was slammed open, and at the same time, a pungent chemical poisonous gas, accompanied by the bloody smell that filled the confinement room, gushed out, and the prison guard who stood stupidly standing there rolled his eyes and went into shock. past.

Dean lay on the ground, waiting for the smell to dissipate before getting up with lingering fear.

Fortunately, he was cautious enough to prepare the means of self-protection in advance.

Otherwise, with his current small stature, facing the maliciousness of the prison, even if he killed the strong man just now, it would be impossible for him to get out so smoothly.

He wiped the blood all over his face, walked to the prison guard in shock with a gloomy expression, and began to search his body.

According to Patton.

Every prison guard has a six-hour shift, and there are inspection teams from time to time, and every two hours, the prison guards on duty need to clock in electronically to prevent accidents.

So even if no one noticed the movement here.

The situation here cannot be concealed for long.

For Dean, time is his lifeline.

"Thank you for the firepower configuration of the prison guards here!"

After some searching, Dean was surprised and delighted.

Maybe it's a guard relationship.

The prison guard had only one Glock pistol, equipped with two magazines, with a total of less than forty rounds of bullets.

But in the duty room, there was an AK74 assault rifle!

Gun in hand.

A sense of confidence in control surged into my heart.

The various parameters of the Glock in his hand naturally came to Dean's mind.

All it takes is a shot or two to get used to ballistics and recoil.

Dean is confident and becomes the god of deadshot within fifty meters again!

As for the first bullet, to whom?

Dean looked at the prison guard on the ground.

But before that.

He needs to interrogate the layout of the prison and Patton's phone! ! !

A few big mouths came down.

The prison guard, who was in shock, sobbed and regained consciousness.

Facing the dark muzzle.

This guy chose to beg for mercy very decisively: "Don't kill me, I can help you escape!"

"I need the layout of this prison, and also..."

Dean threw the mobile phone found on the prison guard in front of him: "Do you have Barton's phone number!"

This guy, except for his family's phone number, doesn't have any other colleagues' phone numbers in his phone!

"no problem!"

The prison guard hurriedly got up, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, drew the topographic map of this small prison, and explained at the same time: "The entire prison is divided into light and heavy detention areas, and corresponding logistics are arranged. And the checkpoint area, which is surrounded by two squares, and the periphery is the dormitory, kennel, and leisure area”

talking.

He wiped the sweat that gushed out of fear:

"The confinement room we were in, located in the middle of the two, is usually used to process some prisoners who have been greeted, and then they will be pulled into the morgue.

In order to facilitate the transfer of corpses, the morgue is located at the outermost edge of the prison. As long as you disguise yourself as a prison guard and transport the corpses with me, you can use the buildings of the morgue to climb over the wall and escape!

The captain here has already said hello, and no one will come over in a short time, so you have enough time to leave! "

The prison guard was trying to save himself.

Because if Dean wants to pretend to be a prison guard, he needs his cooperation.

And this is his chance of survival!

Dean shook his head and pointed his gun at the phone: "Call Barton!"

The prison guard tremblingly took the phone and started pressing the buttons.

damn it!

If this prisoner knew Barton, wouldn't he be worthless and dead?

What should I do now!

at this time.

The landline phone in the duty room suddenly rang!

The prison guard breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked eagerly at Dean.

Dean nodded: "Play the voice!"

The prison guard obediently pressed the speakerphone.

On the other end of the phone, a strong male voice came immediately: "Ariel, have you dealt with that idiot detective?"

Ariel, the prison guard who was pointed at the head by Dean, looked at Dean for help, and explained with his mouth: "This is the captain of the prison guard, that is, the person who gave the order."

Dean grinned and nodded, motioning for him to answer yes.

Ariel does.

There was no suspicion there, and hung up the phone directly.

This made Ariel, who originally wanted to do something, had no choice but to pick up the phone again and dial the number of prison guard Barton in a dawdly manner.

But on the other end of the phone, no one answered.

"Are you sure you dialed the number, no problem?"

"This is really Barton's call!"

"OK!"

bang~

Without hesitation, Dean pulled the trigger!

Looking at the prison guard Ariel who was dying, Dean indifferently grabbed the disinfectant used for cleaning and poured it on his bloody body.

When he was being transferred, he saw the patrol team here, and they were all leading the police dogs.

This kind of police dog, when training, will generally be specially trained to form a conditioned reflex for a specific smell.

The smell of disinfectant, to a certain extent, can cover up the smell of blood on his body.

The abnormality here is estimated to be discovered soon.

Since Barton can't count on it.

Then you can only save yourself!

The wet disinfectant dripped onto the floor.

Dean put on the prison guard's uniform pulled off from Ariel, adjusted his breathing rate, opened the closed door at the end of the corridor, and walked out of this cold confinement facility.

Out of detention.

Dean immediately, through the surrounding buildings, confirmed that Ariel had not lied to him before.

The greatest value of Ariel is to give Dean the safest escape route.

Dean is about to run away from the morgue!

This kind of risk is undoubtedly more concealed and safer than releasing the prisoners and making a big commotion.

along the way.

Dean seemed to be walking normally, but in fact he was already very energetic, for fear of encountering a patrol team with police dogs.

Perhaps it was the noise made by Barton in the kennel before that made a great contribution.

Dean had never met anyone from the patrol team until he approached the first checkpoint. However, the prison guard on duty who was patrolling the surroundings couldn't see Dean's face because of the angle. Seeing that he behaved normally, There is no doubt.

that's all.

Dean came to a small iron gate very smoothly.

Passing through this small iron gate is the mortuary that the prison guard said was headshot.

Climb along the mortuary building.

Dean can jump off the prison wall and escape.

Outside the iron gate is a sentry box.

The sentry box is inside but not outside.

This made Dean suspect that there was a sentry box outside.

So he didn't shoot directly, but approached, and when he saw the suspicion on the prison guard's face, he rushed up, pointed his gun at the poorly trained prison guard, and threatened, "I'll kill you if you open your mouth."

at this time.

In the room of the small hotel, Barton, the prison guard whom Dean hoped for, was weakly opening his eyes.

Just sober.

A sharp pain came from the lower body.

Barton suddenly remembered the scene before he lost consciousness: Several people swarmed up and squeezed him inhumanely when his heart was almost jumping out of his chest!

"you're awake?"

At this moment, the woman who had easily brought Barton down before him appeared in front of him again.

Barton's legs were dislocated and he couldn't get up. He could only lie on the ground and said in despair, "I think you can trust me now."

"I've sent the things for testing, but since you are still alive, it means that even if there are side effects, the problem should not be serious, so..." The woman's eyes flashed with excitement: "We can talk about you now." What do you want to exchange for the formula of this thing!"

These words revived Barton, who had lost all hope because of his brother's death in battle.

He hurriedly said: "I hope that you can send me and my family and relatives to the United States, provide legal and safe identities, and secure jobs. As long as you don't silence me, I don't have any other requirements!"

"that's it?"

The woman was shocked!

As long as the IQ is normal, he can know the value of the reagent that Barton took before.

by contrast.

Barton's conditions are really too cheap.

Barton nodded: "That's all!"

In the prison, he saw a lot of emerging heroes who died of his own greed, and he was very confident. What's more, it was Dean who actually had the reagent formula. Barton would rather ask for less than end up being silenced.

The woman took a deep look at Barton and nodded:

"I swear on my family honor, as long as we get the formula, no matter whether the formula can be exchanged for the corresponding value in the end, your conditions will be fulfilled!

Now, you can whip out the recipe! "

Button shook his head: "The formula is not in my hands, actually."

Although I know that there are enough people who know about this matter now, I am actually the real security.

But now he had no choice at all.

Fortunately, I brought a group of relatives this time.

And Dean is still in prison.

This woman should not take risks.

So, Barton told the ins and outs of the matter.

After listening to Barton's narration.

Curiosity flashed in the woman's eyes.

Dean, an unlucky detective who was framed by the anti-narcotics department, took the risk to convince Barton, a greedy prison guard, in order to protect himself. Interesting.

She nodded and threw Barton's cell phone over: "Understood, I will have someone bring him out. As for you, and your brothers and relatives, keep your mouth shut and don't leave this city for now!"

Barton breathed a sigh of relief.

It's done!

He took the phone and was about to speak when he saw seven or eight missed calls on it, his expression changed.

These missed calls include the captain of the prison guard and the prison guard on duty in the confinement room during the day!

Could it be that something about Dean has changed?

He quickly told the situation to the woman in front of him.

If Dean dies.

The hope of escaping this country with my family will be completely shattered, and maybe I will anger the other party because of this, and get a miserable end!

The woman's face changed slightly when she heard the words, and she walked out quickly.

soon.

Through a powerful intelligence network.

Then she got a shocking news: the prison where Patton was in had just escaped with a gun and killed a policeman! And the protagonist of the jailbreak is the weak detective -- Dean, as Barton said!

"Seven prison guards were shot dead, and their heads were shot. Under fire at the front gate, the dozens of prison guards who chased out were suppressed by the firepower of an AK74. In the end, they had to hold on and ask for help, not daring to chase them out."

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly: "Dean, who are you?"

She immediately ordered to activate the intelligence network of the entire city, trying to find Dean's trace before the police found him.

at the same time.

A piece of information about Dean's identity also appeared in front of the woman immediately.

"Dean, male, 32 years old, height"

This information material shows Dean in this parallel world, from the recorded enrollment to some dirty deeds for making a living, without omission, all of them are presented.

This intelligence capability is far inferior to that of the Mexican government!

Following the order of the woman.

The portrait of Dean appeared in the dark corners of this city, in the hands of some unremarkable people.

These people include police officers, civilians, unremarkable passers-by, women with children in their arms, and old people with their grandchildren

They consciously began to converge on Dean's escape route.

Dean didn't know the seriousness of the matter yet.

He was appearing weakly in a dilapidated residential building, struggling to deal with his wounds.

Yes.

He was shot.

The quality of this body was so bad that although Dean crushed the prison guards in marksmanship, he was still shot three times under the cover of the torrent of bullets.

If he wasn't wearing the body armor he got from the duty room, it would have protected his vitals well.

He's belching now.

But even so.

The impact of the rifle bullets still caused several rib fractures on Dean's body, and his mobility was limited. It was almost difficult to continue to escape the search of those prison guards and police.

There is a high probability that this dungeon mission will hit the street before it even starts.

Simply immobilize the injury.

After seriously considering his physical condition, Dean couldn't help cursing: "Fuck, it's better to kill that Barton and escape on the night of dispensing the potion!"

At that time, he mainly considered that if he escaped from prison and was wanted, it would be difficult to complete the little girl's commission to find her sister in this strange world.

So he wanted to use Barton to attract the attention of powerful people, get out of the prison openly, and use the energy of the other party to help him complete the panel task.

In the current situation, it is undoubtedly that Dean miscalculated.

Just when Dean was struggling to give up the mission and return to the real world.

Boom~

There was a knock on the door.

Dean immediately pointed his gun at the wooden door, which had almost no blocking effect, without saying a word.

He deliberately chose a dilapidated location to escape, because there are almost no monitoring facilities here, which can delay the time for the police to find him.

But it's daytime.

Dean can't guarantee whether he can avoid all witnesses.

The death of the dungeon world is the real death.

As long as Dean finds that something cannot be done, he will immediately choose to give up the task.

No matter how good the panel is, it can't compare to being alive.

Dean was clear about this.

Just when Dean tensed up, an old man's hoarse voice came from outside the door: "Pharmacist Dean, League of Assassins, at your service."

Well, one more chapter is needed to end this dungeon plot.

The League of Assassins is just a bad taste, don't think too much, try not to write copies in the future, if you write, it will be similar to the plot of a movie gunfight blockbuster.

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