North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 292

Chapter 292 Destruction, Upgrade

Dean blinked at the man in the pig-head mask who wanted to draw his own blood, showing a charming smile, shaking his feet and kicking away the shackles on his feet.

This guy was just pretending!

The pig-headed man in the injection mask thought he had seen it wrong. He was stunned for a few seconds before he raised his head and shouted to his companion: "FK, stop this guy quickly, he... oh~"

 The words are not finished yet.

 An unparalleled power surged from the arm he grasped.

Boom~

With a feeling of soaring through the clouds, the man in the pig-head mask was injected with a hunched belly and slammed into the iron railing, making a clanging sound that alarmed the entire prison area.

 Click!

Dean hit the enemy in front of him with one blow, twisted his neck, and made a bone-crushing sound. He turned around and looked at the other masked man who was dumbfounded and could only subconsciously press the electric shock remote control button: "The electric shock feels really good." Yes, it reminds me of my lost childhood. How do you want me to thank you?"

 “Go to hell!”

Seeing that this piggy was actually talking nonsense, the masked man finally came to his senses, pulled out an electric baton from his waist, and stabbed Dean.

 His movements, in Dean's eyes, were as slow as the old man's.

With one hand, Dean firmly grasped the middle part of the electric baton. With a strong twist, the masked man's hand stabbed the electric baton back on his own body.

 Zilala~

Electric sparks flicker.

The pig-headed man with the electric baton only had time to scream. His body shivered, and then his whole body shrank into an arch shape and twitched on the ground. He had no ability to resist.

 Kill two people.

Dean twirled the electric baton in his hand, walked out of the cell without finishing, stood under the surveillance camera, gave the camera a middle finger, and like a slam dunk, he jumped more than one meter and slammed the electric baton in his hand. .

 There was a snapping sound.

The surveillance in this area was directly smashed to pieces.

Dean landed and saw that the electric baton in his hand had become bent. He was too lazy to waste time. He threw it away, smashed a farther camera and walked into the iron cell again.

 He was not cruel just now.

 After such a long delay, the two men in pig-head masks have recovered to some extent.

“Tell me, how many of you are here?”

 “Go to hell!”

The pig-headed man who was knocked down by the electric shock got up from the ground. Before realizing the seriousness of the matter, he got into a boxing stance and punched Dean.

Dean smiled disdainfully and punched out.

 Two fists collide.

　　The pig-headed man's seemingly strong fist twisted and deformed when he punched it, and he fell back to his original position with a scream and a faster speed.

 “Boxing, right?”

Dean took a long stride and whipped the opponent's head hard with an execution-style whip.

 Huge impact.

The pig-headed man's head deformed and hit the cement wall behind him, making a loud thud, shaking the entire cell, and then rebounded and fell back to Dean's feet.

 There is no blood like head-exploding melons.

The pig-headed man twitched twice, and then a symmetrical red and white substance flowed out from his mouth and nose. Following the terrain, it flowed to his companion who was still holding his stomach and groaning.

 Kick someone to death.

 Most of the depression in Dean's heart dissipated.

 He knelt down and groped from the dead man's body.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be worried that a prisoner like Dean would show up. He didn't even have a knife, let alone a gun, and only had a half-used box of protective covers and roller grease from other brands.

 “Fuck, this **** faggot, why don't you even do it if you don't know how to be a man?”

Dean waved his hand in disgust, turned to look at the remaining pig-headed man, and showed a kind smile: "Man, your companion, in a hurry, took a shortcut in life, you don't want to imitate him, do you?"

 Looking at his companion's blood bleeding all over the floor, the pig-headed man groaned and clutched his stomach, shaking his head wildly.

“Very good, tell me, how many of you are there?”

 “Eleven.”

 “Tell me about your responsibilities.”

The pig-headed man glanced at the camera parts that had fallen on the floor in the aisle, took a hard breath, and said cooperatively: "Except for the doctors, nurses and cooks, the rest of us don't have fixed tasks and mainly follow the arrangements of the supervisor. "

 “You mean, all your people are here?”

 Dean's ears twitched and he stood up slowly.

"Yes."

The masked man nodded: "We are the terminal, and the rest is to wait for the supervisor's arrangement. If a customer is matched, a delivery person will come over. At this time, the piglets in the corresponding cell will be sent to the doctor for sampling. This can Ensure the freshness of goods.”

 Dean would have liked to know more.

 It's a pity that time does not allow it.

He nodded towards the masked man: "Although I know you are stalling for time, I still appreciate your cooperation. As a thank you, how about I perform a magic trick for you?"

What?

 What magic?

 Because he was lying on the ground, the man in the pig-head mask had already felt the sound of rapid footsteps coming from the entrance.

 Those were the companions who came over after discovering something was wrong through surveillance.

There is only one entrance and exit here!

This guy is dead!

But a bad feeling came to the heart of the man in the pig-head mask.

 He looked at Dean blankly, and there was no joy in his eyes that his companion was about to choke Dean.

Dean stood up, and under the man's gaze, he flipped his palm over, as if taking something from the air. In his broad palm, there was a jet-black pistol that still smelled of gun oil.

This pistol is a gun-shaped gun, and the man in the pig-head mask recognizes it.

 Glock 17!

 He also has one.

 But whoever rides the horse can tell himself!

　　Where on earth did this bastard, who had been searched several times, conjure up a pistol? !

 Gudaokou?

You must know that even for safety reasons, they will never bring guns with them after entering the pig cage, just to prevent gun snatching incidents from happening and leading to passivity.

 But the **** in front of him actually conjured a pistol out of thin air in front of him!

 The man in the pig head mask is somewhat doubtful about life.

 They seem to have messed with someone they shouldn't have messed with

"quick!"

“Surround area three, that **** didn't leave!”

  Amidst the noise, a group of people quickly approached Dean's prison.

 This group of people showed no signs of vigilance.

 Because they all know that this is an era of science.

Even if the piglet opened the shackles and knocked down their companions somehow, it would still be impossible to fight against the five or six guns in their hands.

soon.

 Led by the leader, a group of people blocked the corridor of Dean's prison.

 In the empty corridor, only fragments of a broken surveillance camera could be seen, spread all over the floor.

 Looking at the white and long corridor.

　　The leading man grasped the short charger in his hand and tapped the headset: "Are you sure you stayed in the room and didn't leave?"

"Sure!"

“The guy only smashed two nearby surveillance cameras, but it did not affect the surveillance in the front and rear of the corridor. The infrared warning equipment in other rooms did not trigger. Unless he can dig holes, he must still be in the room!”

"knew!"

The leading man waved his hand: "Monkey, come on!"

Although it is certain that the new piggy does not have a gun in his hand, the other party easily knocked down two of his men, so he is probably not an ordinary person.

For safety reasons.

 He was ready to let cannon fodder explore the way.

 In the crowd, a thin Southeast Asian man was pushed up by his 'companion'.

 The Southeast Asian man's appearance is somewhat similar to Amanda who Dean killed before.

He knew his status in the eyes of these white people. He gritted his teeth, held the pistol in his hand, and walked quickly towards Dean's cell.

 Along the way.

 Some of the imprisoned piglets huddled in a circle, and most of them had no idea of ​​resisting this sudden accident.

 It's about to get closer.

 A figure suddenly rushed out of Dean's cell!

  Southeast Asian man, obviously nervous.

Seeing a figure rushing out, he raised his gun and shot before he could identify the figure.

 Until the magazine is emptied.

He was shocked to find that the fallen man seemed to be his companion based on his size.

The Southeast Asian man cursed and hurriedly took out a magazine from his waist to replace it. However, a bullet penetrated his head the moment the gunfire stopped.

Dean followed the shooting position, stretched out his pistol, and shot the opponent in the head. Without any hesitation, he confidently leaned out half of his body and fired in a covering manner in the direction of the gunshot.

 A series of screams were heard.

The group of gunmen who were hiding at the entrance, hesitating to get closer, didn't even realize what was happening, and three of them fell down.

That boss is the worst.

 He stood at the front and was the first unlucky guy to be knocked down by Dean's blind shot.

 Empty a magazine.

 Dean threw the gun away, and the pistol flew into the air and disappeared. At the same time, a Glock 17 with a full magazine reappeared in his hand, continuing to suppress fire while consciously lowering the muzzle position. Until the screams disappeared.

Dean then calmly put on a short charge again and walked out of the cell.

In the long corridor, under the pale light, three or four corpses fell, the blood stained the area, and there was no movement.

 You can still see traces of blood trailing in the distance.

 Some important person must have been shot and dragged away by his men.

This is simply a bunch of rabble!

 “Hunting time!”

Wearing a pig-headed mask, Dean grinned ferociously and strode toward the end of the corridor.

 Although he has already sent the location of this place to the FBI.

But this does not prevent Dean from having an anti-hunting pastime.

 The blood stains on the ground gave Dean guidance.

 The smell of fresh blood put Dean in a relatively excited state, and the blessing of the adrenal glands allowed his five senses to reach their peak. He was like a ferocious beast in hunting, with extraordinary control and perception of the surrounding environment!

 He followed the blood trail to the open door and paused.

 The body of a beast gives him almost extraordinary perception.

A few meters away, the sound of two rapid heart beats and the sound of air rushing through the chest poured into his ears.

 “The door is not closed.”

Dean shook his head, deliberately made heavy footsteps, and walked towards the door.

 Outside the door.

 The two people, who were breathing rapidly, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the footsteps that had stopped started again.

 With the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

They looked at each other, nodded, and at the same time leaned out and fired randomly toward the front.

 Until half the magazine is emptied.

 Only one person exclaimed: "FK, where is the person!!"

 He clearly heard the footsteps and was approaching the door!

But why did people disappear?

at this time.

 A whistle came from above.

 The two people who had ceased fire subconsciously raised their heads.

 What greeted them was the muzzle of a short but powerful gun.

Da da da~

　　With a rapid burst of bullets pouring out.

 The two little Karami who were left in ambush stared wide-eyed and slowly fell down.

 Destroy two people.

 Dean let go of his arm that was holding on to the edge of the wall above his head and dropped to the ground.

 Get out of the building.

He then realized that this seemed to be a farm.

There are several buildings mixed with wood and cement nearby. The blood stains on the ground also point to the latest and strongest cement buildings inside.

The remaining people should have run there.

 At the top of the building, you can also see a reinforced prototype platform.

 That is a convenient place for helicopters to dock.

 If you guessed it correctly.

This group of people precisely dismembered the victim's organs in that building, and then immediately transported them by helicopter to a designated private hospital or underground black clinic not far away!

 Dean was in no hurry to get there.

He first rushed to the nearest building, climbed up in twos and twos, and looked at the surrounding environment.

In the distance, you can see the tight fence and the thick iron gate, turning this place into a private property that is difficult for outsiders to peek into.

 Through the fence, you can see sparse woods and a dirt path further in the distance.

 Dean guessed that this might be somewhere in the countryside.

 He looked back.

The place we just came out of covers a large area, but the large number of sewage ditches reveals the fact that this place was actually a livestock breeding place in the past.

These people really treat their victims as animals that can be slaughtered at will.

Dean silently put on a new magazine and followed the blood stains towards the cement building in front.

 A few days later.

“Boss Dean, all the remaining people have been arrested.”

 Chessington, Dean looked at him with some worry.

"I know."

 Dean put down the newspaper.

 He knew about this earlier than Chessington.

 Because this morning, he received feedback from the panel: [Detection of organ smuggling gang, experience value added by 1200, L20→L21, attribute point +1, skill point +2]

 This case is very big.

Even after the limit was broken, Dean's crime-solving experience points were greatly reduced, but this time he still achieved a four-digit gain.

 After the panel limit is exceeded, you can upgrade to a level and get a little more skill points.

Dean was ready to do some research, but Cheston rushed over to report the news.

 See the unconcerned look on Dean's face.

 Chessington was even more worried about Dean's current state.

He organized his words and consoled him: "Boss, this case not only involves a local gang family, but also involves very powerful local people behind the scenes.

 The members of the gangster family have been killed by you, the boss.

 But the powerful person did not have enough evidence to take down the other party.

 The FBI also asked you to undergo psychological testing and temporary detention to protect you.”

 “Okay, that's a lot of nonsense, get out!”

Dean interrupted Cheston's ramblings.

 That's right, he is currently in a state of restricted movement.

 There are people watching the door 24 hours a day.

 Every day a different psychiatrist comes to conduct psychological tests on him.

 This process will continue until someone comes from the headquarters.

 The fundamental reason is Dean's killing spree.

 At the organ farm, he almost killed everyone inside.

Although he wore the skin of an FBI agent, under the pressure of the people behind the organ farm, and with no one to help withstand the pressure, Dean ended up in his current situation.

 Dean estimated that he would most likely take a vacation.

 When Chessington is out.

 Dean closed his eyes: "Panel!"

“[Violent Detective Panel]

 Character: Dean

 Level: 21 (0/4000)

 Spirit: 15 (Locked)

 Strength: 15

 Speed: 15

 Stamina: 15

Skills: Pistol Mastery, Ancient Muay Thai Mastery, Akaz School-Mind Reading L3, Trace Tracking L3, Beast Taming L1, slightly (click to open).

Characteristics: Body of a beast!

 Subspace: 2 cubic meters

 Attribute points: 1

 Skill points: 4

 Completed cases: omitted. "

 After the panel limit was broken, Dean let go and started killing for the first time.

 Although the opponent is a rabble.

 But he also realized his perversion for the first time.

 For example, the body of a beast!

He originally thought this was just a description of himself as powerful as a humanoid beast, but he didn't expect that after entering an exciting fighting state, he would have a beast-like perception, coupled with his powerful brain.

 Sounds, smells, and various information within a few meters naturally form a three-dimensional picture in the brain.

 The effect is almost the same as perspective.

 Dean is an honest man.

 When it's open, it's open.

 He recognizes it.

Through this battle, Dean realized for the first time how powerful he was.

To a certain extent, this can be regarded as an extraordinary means.

and

This upgrade is also very critical!

 Because this is the first upgrade after the panel limit was broken.

 Dean also has attribute points again.

 He is looking forward to what magical effects there will be after breaking through fifteen points in the three physical attributes!

 Atavism?

 (End of this chapter)

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