North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 60

Chapter 60 Akazi Academic School

Outside the interrogation room.

Seven or eight people were in a daze listlessly, each with their own thoughts.

One of them noticed Dean's arrival and came up to him with an unhappy expression: "Sir Anthony is waiting for you inside."

Dean saw the other person's face clearly and couldn't help but chuckle.

He recognized the other person.

This person was Cheston who came to see him for the first time, the unlucky guy who was rewarded by Lawrence with a few big Texas dicks.

Seeing Dean's sarcasm, Chestern's eyes rose with anger, and as if he thought of something, he sneered and turned back to his companions.

Dean noticed that none of the two fools he beat up last time were seen now, and he didn't know if something happened or if they were assigned to do other things.

The interrogation room was dark.

The small corner where the prisoner originally sat had a flickering screen light, reflecting Anthony's somewhat gloomy face.

"Your current appearance looks like a Hollywood villain." Dean closed the door and walked behind Anthony.

Anthony pushed the laptop in his hand: "I would rather be a villain than a fool who is played by others."

Dean's eyes were already attracted by the video on the computer.

This thing is still a rare thing now.

In the video, there is a scene that lasts less than ten seconds and is played repeatedly:

Dark corridor.

Seven FBI members wearing uniforms and headsets are guarding various checkpoints.

A black shadow flashed across the screen.

next moment.

Two **** of gunfire flashed past.

The four people at the front didn't even have a chance to react, and they were all killed by headshots.

Before the other three people could figure out the location of the intruder.

The black shadow flicked his left hand.

The three people who had just taken turns to cover their advance collapsed to the ground for no reason. They watched helplessly as a thin figure wearing a black robe and a clown mask walked up to them and shot them one by one, blowing off their heads!

Clear the guards.

The killer clown suddenly turned his head, made a V-sign arrogantly at the camera, and then raised his pistol.

boom!

The picture is now dark.

Dean's eyes widened.

Damn it.

So fierce?

He holds a pistol, and although he is confident of sweeping through the seven FBIs, he will never be able to do it as easily as the other party.

The key is, why did the three people at the back suddenly fall to the ground?

Dean subconsciously replaced himself with those FBI.

Several simulations.

Finally he shook his head.

Leverage physical strength and pistol mastery.

He was only sure of killing the opponent, but his reaction speed could not avoid the opponent's bullets.

Such a master.

He was not even qualified to meet her in his previous life.

"who is he?"

Dean couldn't help but feel curious.

"The third killer in North America, Clown V." Anthony's voice was full of fatigue: "The person who threatened the Trucking Association's lawyer was just a small leader of the Dagger Gang. We spent a lot of effort and forced the Dagger Gang to hand him over. , but before the interrogation, V showed up.”

Seven reserves were lost with this.

Even Anthony is under tremendous pressure now.

"The clue is broken?"

"No, after V killed all my men, he directly killed the little boss, right." Anthony seemed to have thought of something and looked at Dean: "I remember that you have Chinese blood, do you know about the silver needle hidden weapon? "

"Hidden weapon?", Dean exclaimed.

Of course he knows!

Not only do you know this stuff, but you also know a little bit about it.

In Dean's previous life, he learned how to use a flexible blade from a disabled old man living in Southeast Asia.

According to the old man, it was because of the war in the early years.

Many masters with inheritance went overseas and scattered around the world to survive.

Dean has been very interested in this since then, and even went to watch a match between a Chinese black boxing master, who was indeed very fierce.

The fist is like a hammer and the foot is like an axe.

The opponent's three punches and two kicks were enough to beat the bear master to death. His ribs were shattered and his neck was broken.

pity.

After the game.

Before Dean could step forward and get closer.

The other party was shot to death randomly by gunmen sent by the financial backers from the Mao Xiong experts. From then on, Dean gave up the idea of learning boxing and kicking kung fu, and instead worked **** practicing marksmanship.

Hey, times have changed.

"Dean?"

Dean came back to his senses: "I heard it from my father, but it seems that this method is not passed down much anymore, and it is all inherited from the same origin, and it is not usually revealed."

"Yes, several Los Angeles kung fu masters I consulted said the same thing." Anthony nodded, pointed at the screen and said: "Did you see the last three people? They were penetrated by fine needles quenched with toxins. If you touch your neck, you will lose control of your body.”

Three stitches in one instant.

Anthony shook his head.

Calculate according to the instrument.

The speed at which each needle flew out instantly was close to the speed of sound.

How could a human hand make the light and fluttering needle burst out at such a fast speed in an instant, and with such accuracy?

Just incomprehensible.

Anthony retracted his thoughts and looked at Dean with a serious tone: "Okay, Dean, last time I said I wanted you to be my apprentice, what do you think?"

"Do I have to join the FBI?"

"No, this is your freedom." Anthony sighed:

"I am a member of the Akaz Academy of the Commonwealth. I am specially hired by the FBI and lead at least a dozen students every year.

But there are currently only two real apprentices.

One of them, serving in the British Commonwealth MI6, was the head of a department.

The other person originally belonged to the FBI like me.

I spent a lot of effort on him.

But three years ago, he led his men to investigate a purification game involving the Lucifer Game Organization in New York, and was eventually wiped out.

I just came out of semi-retirement and went to the front line again, trying to destroy the Lucifer Game Organization! "

It sounds awesome!

Dean took a deep breath.

In his previous life, to put it mildly, he was a mass-produced cannon fodder.

Anthony in front of me.

Definitely the most awesome person he has come into contact with in his past life.

What is this called?

Opportunity!

Dean tried to calm down and said in a deep voice: "What does it take to be your apprentice?"

"Just be yourself." Anthony laughed, his voice hoarse like a snake's hiss: "Don't think too much, Dean, I just don't want the name of Akaz Academy to sink completely. As for the Lucifer Game Organization, I will take care of it. , you don't need to bear any pressure.”

so good?

Anthony said so selflessly that it actually made Dean hesitate.

Seeing this, Anthony smiled: "Dean, someone came to me before to verify whether you were my apprentice. When you used my name to blackmail me, you didn't hesitate. Why are you worried now? "

Dean: "."

It must be that fat black guy Hu Tu.

Sooner or later I will find an opportunity to deal with him!

That's all.

There are two hundred kilograms of meat on both sides.

"Okay, I agree." Dean bowed slightly and saluted: "Old man, congratulations on getting an extremely outstanding apprentice."

Anthony gave Dean a thumbs up: "I don't know anything else, but at least he has a thick skin."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

The identity is determined.

Anthony looked at Dean with a much kinder look: "Do you still want to ask me, there are definitely many people who seem to be better than you, why do you fall in love with you, right?"

Dean's eyes widened.

He did have this doubt.

"This used to be called mind reading, but now it's called micro-expressions and psychological analysis. I'll teach you later."

Anthony stood up and put away his laptop: "Let's go. I didn't teach you the third lesson last time. Now I'll tell you how to deal with people you don't want to see again in a reasonable and legal way!"

Dean took the computer bag very awkwardly.

I want to learn how to read minds!

He still has two skill points that are useless!

There won't be any super martial arts in this book, so feel free to enjoy it.

Another recommendation for this book will be published at the end of October.

At that time, I had three hundred collections and three reviews, one of which was selling cat movies.

Ten days.

Now the collection has exceeded 10,000.

Thank you all readers for your support, thank you.

The thief will write stories more carefully in the future.

Good night, brothers.

(End of chapter)

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