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

In the suburbs of Los Angeles, an unremarkable small shooting range.

A little sleepy-eyed old man parked the truck in front of Dean, took a sip of spirits to sober up, and said, "Inspector Dean, so many weapons have almost emptied my den." , it seems that there are quite a few people in your team."

Dean looked at the carriage full of guns with satisfaction, and said casually, "Old Thiel, what team?"

Old Thiel is the owner of this shooting range.

Of course, he is the only one guarding this shooting range, and it is completely laissez-faire. Only some citizens who have been hunting here all year round, or those who need to modify their guns, will occasionally invite friends to come here to play.

Seeing Dean's reaction, Old Thiel realized that he had misunderstood.

He was stunned, and pointed to the back compartment: "There are so many weapons and ammunition, Mr. Inspector, you don't want to play alone all day, do you?"

Guns and ammunition worth tens of thousands of dollars.

He didn't think anyone physically could handle it.

Hearing this, Dean smiled without saying a word, took out a thick stack of beautiful knives from his pocket with his backhand, and threw it on Old Tell: "I just want to get familiar with all kinds of firearms, by the way, Old Tell, where are you? There should be some small pineapples, please help me get a few too."

Old Thiel looked at Dean, then at the stack of bills worth at least a few thousand dollars, choked his throat, and hesitated.

"Don't think too much, I'm just in a bad mood and want to vent, old Tyre, you don't think you can't get these things in other places with my position, do you?"

"All right."

Thinking that Dean was already a detective of the police department at a young age, Old Thiel also felt that he was thinking too much.

He first assisted Dean to move the boxes of weapons and ammunition out of the car, and then got back into the car, ready to go to his arsenal and get the pineapple that Dean asked for.

See him leave.

Dean couldn't wait to take a small-caliber pistol with a relatively small power coefficient, pointed it at the side of his body, and pulled the trigger. At the same time, the moment he pulled the trigger, his consciousness aroused the subspace, trying to suppress the incoming bullets. , incorporated into the subspace.

next moment.

It was as if a big hammer hit Dean's mind heavily.

He snorted violently and sat down on the ground.

Slow down for a long time.

Dean stood up again with an ugly expression on his face.

His conjecture was successful, but it also failed.

Dean never expected that there is a price for storing things in the subspace!

The price is that it will consume his mental strength.

It's just that his previous attempts were all static and dead objects, and his spirit was very active, so the feeling was not obvious.

But when a bullet came with a strong kinetic energy, Dean suffered immediately.

The feeling of being hit by a sledgehammer in the head is really uncomfortable.

Even now it's a little more relaxed.

Dean still felt that his mental state was still much weaker than before.

He put down his pistol, feeling a little disappointed: "It seems that in the subspace, you can only try to store the bullets fired at you in times of crisis, otherwise I won't be able to bear it."

Fortunately, there are still gains.

The experiment just now verified Dean's subspace, within the envelope, as long as the spirit can bear it, it can contain all the dead things that shoot at him.

time of crisis.

It will have a miraculous effect if it is used to save life or cheat death.

and

Dean stared at the bushes aside.

next moment.

A bullet shot out of nowhere from Dean's right eye, and hit an unknown insect flying in the grass, killing it on the spot!

"handsome!"

Dean grinned.

Although the storage of bullets is limited by one's own mental strength, it is impossible to store the bullets in the lasing on a large scale and put them in the space as a killer.

But if one or two bullets are stored every day, it will still be enough in times of crisis.

In fact, with Dean's nervous reaction, suddenly pulling out a gun from the subspace and then firing rapidly, it will not be much slower than this sudden lasing of bullets, but the key to this unexpected way of releasing bullets is handsome!

Let's imagine.

One day when I was playing poker naked, suddenly an enemy attacked, and I raised my finger calmly, biu's imaginary finger, the enemy responded with a headshot

Just thinking about it makes Dean feel like he's going to get high.

Perhaps this is the joy of men.

Because of the sudden discovery of the limitations of the subspace.

Dean's previous idea naturally didn't work.

But money cannot be spent in vain.

He spent the whole day at the shooting range.

During this period, Dean tested it and found that compared with bullets, subspace has lower storage pressure and better defense effect on the impact of fragments from pineapple explosions and group attacks from shotguns.

So by the way, he stored the two shotgun pellets that had just been fired, and some of the fragments from the explosion of the pineapple. After ensuring the diversity of his techniques, he returned to the apartment with gunpowder all over his body.

For this experiment.

Overall, Dean is still very satisfied.

However, the continuous use of the subspace to store impact objects caused his mental state to be depressed and he needed to sleep to recover.

He was going to wait until he woke up before thinking about preparing some things and keeping them in the subspace, just in case.

Just when Dean was falling asleep early.

The former captain Meng, who hadn't appeared in front of Dean for a long time, put down the phone worriedly.

Today is a holiday.

He is taking his wife and children, making barbecue picnics in his small yard.

family, children, sunshine, pleasant breeze

All of this made Meng En, a guy with a smooth career, feel happy.

But the call just now broke his originally good mood.

Meng En's wife, keenly noticed the change in Meng En's mood, passed over a bunch of roasted vegetables calmly, and asked, "What's the matter, Meng En?"

Meng En didn't want to spread his bad mood to his family members, so he restrained his emotions and shrugged his shoulders: "It's all about complaints, you know, since I became the director of the internal affairs department, some old friends often come to see I beg for mercy, after all, in terms of law enforcement, many police officers really don't matter."

In a country where guns are rampant, being a police officer is actually not a good job.

Because these people have been in a state of mental tension for a long time, they are easy to shoot when they are stressed, causing accidental injury and manslaughter, and then forming more serious psychological problems.

And if you can't maintain this state, it's easy to die in the line of duty.

Almost every police officer with outstanding "performance" cannot escape the experience of receiving a large number of complaints.

And these police officers are generally the backbone and elite of each police station.

Therefore, Meng En, the supervisor of the internal affairs department, often needs to spend a lot of energy in coordinating these matters, and it is indeed much more tiring than when he was the captain before.

Meng En's wife saw her husband's insincere words at a glance.

But she didn't continue talking, just nodded and smiled softly: "Well, if you need to deal with things, go ahead and take care of the children."

Mu En gratefully kissed his wife on the forehead, apologized to his young children, returned to the house, changed his clothes, and drove to a high-end private club with many Asian faces.

under the leadership of the waiter.

Meng En soon appeared in an office decorated in a minimalist style, and towards the person in the chair, he said respectfully, "Mr. Saul!"

This person is exactly Munn's backer - Saul Aston, who is also the mayor of Los Angeles today.

In the air of the office, there is also some smell that men can understand.

Apparently something unspeakable was going on here before Mengen came in.

Saul, who was proud of the spring breeze, straightened his collar, picked up the cigar on the table to warm up, and said softly: "Meng, how is the matter going?"

Meng En, an old white man with a refined temperament, lowered his head: "It has been dealt with. If necessary, I can take Dean down at any time, but he is very capable, I..."

Boom~

Saul knocked on the table: "Then take him down!"

"Understood, Mr. Saul!"

Meng En walked out of the office a little lonely.

It's not that he and Dean have such a deep relationship. He simply thinks that Dean is his pony, and before Sol also showed an attitude of valuing Dean.

Now he shot Dean without knowing why.

This made Meng En feel a little uneasy.

This kind of anxiety includes worry about his own future and guilt towards Dean.

This guy is really capable, but since he took office, he has acted very steadfastly. He has received a lot of complaints, and there are many perfunctory points in the reports of many cases, but he suppressed them and did not pursue them.

Now, those complaints and case reports will serve as strong evidence to suspend Dean.

The previous administrative leave for Dean was actually a beginning.

But this time, it is really ready to do it.

Who did Dean offend?

Munn didn't think that Saul Aston, the new power in Los Angeles, would have any idea of ​​fighting for a small role under his command for no reason.

This is so abnormal!

After Munn left.

In the office, a black-haired stunner sat in Sol's arms like a cat from the rest room, silently, and said, "You are really a trustworthy person, Mr. Sol."

Sol breathed out a puff of smoke and looked at the ceiling above his head: "I have fulfilled my promise to you, now is the time for you to repay me!"

Dean, is just a small character.

But this little character just happened to offend a family in Xiaori Stupid Country because of the ogre case before, and many female members of this family married many white employees of Z House in Los Angeles.

Sol needs Japanese people to contain the wealthy Chinese businessmen below him.

Those Japanese people, after experiencing the last incident, also realized that they need to find a more powerful backer in Los Angeles.

coincidentally.

Many Japanese people actually have some connection with Wanwan Island, that is, the power of Sol's mother's family.

Under this request.

By the way, the two sides made contact through the matter of Dean's small role.

So Dean, it was just bad luck.

"The Yamaguchi family, we will serve you wholeheartedly"

The woman chuckled, slipped from Sol's arms, and squatted down

In order to prevent harmony, they will not be promoted.

The protagonist begins to transition to the FBI, concentrating on investigating major and horrific cases.