North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 111

  Chapter 111 This skill is really good (adding more for the master of the Black Bean Emperor Rudder!)

"the second time!"

   "This is the second time something like this has happened in Los Angeles!"

   "In just two months, we lost an elder and a specially appointed director!"

   "We must retaliate!"

  At the desk.

  Multiplayer network communication.

  Mechanical sounds were mixed together in the small secret room.

  A pair of dark brown eyes, looking at the handsome face on the computer, hesitated for a moment, finally shook his head, pressed the button on the table, and made his own voice:

"Shut up!"

   "All activities in Los Angeles are temporarily suspended, I will deal with this matter!"

  He seems to have a very special status among these people.

  Even if they were reluctant, the avatars representing the communication channels dimmed for the sake of face.

  This means that they agreed to the man's proposal.

   "Oh~"

   sighed quietly, echoing in the secret room.

  The man clicked the mouse, swipe across the handsome man's photo, and finally fixed on a pale mask, solidified for a long time, and finally sent a command through an encrypted channel:

[No. 1 target: code-named gentleman, between 180-195 in height, strong and powerful, average marksmanship, reserved personality, suspected to be a veteran, has contact with Brown Hagen, may be related to the exposure of the pension apartment, verify possible candidates as soon as possible ! 】

   Send the command.

  The man clicked back to the previous photo. I don't know how many times, he carefully read the personal information in the photo, and finally stopped at the other party's room opening record.

   Through the organization's large peripheral personnel.

  He easily got the details of what happened in the Los Angeles retirement apartment.

  The person in the photo not only fits the masked man who broke into Brown Hagen's residence, but also killed the former Thirteenth Elder Butcher.

  Although this was the butcher's own expansion, he took the initiative to participate in the game.

   But it cannot be denied.

  The young man named Dean in the photo slapped their organization in the face.

if not

   Think of something unpleasant.

  The man snorted coldly, and finally picked up the satellite phone on the table.

"Owner?"

   "Go to the Goat Hotel, check if the customer in 201 is in the room now!"

   "Call you back in half an hour!"

  The man calculated the distance between Brown Hagen Manor and the small hotel, and agreed.

  The phone hangs up.

  The man hid his body in the shadows, lit a cigarette, and as the red dot flickered on and off, his thoughts fluttered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

  Boom~

  On the deserted highway.

  A dilapidated pickup truck, the motor roared almost squeezed to the limit.

  Under the stimulation of his adrenal glands, Dean couldn't help screaming.

  Before I was a little worried.

   Under the stimulation of this speed and passion, it has long since disappeared.

  Under a strong neural response.

   Even pushing this used car to the limit.

  For Dean, it can also be easily mastered.

  So although his driving skills are only ordinary L2, with the blessing of physical talent, even some old drivers may not dare to be as crazy as he is now.

   Originally, it took at least 40 minutes by car, but it was finished in just over 20 minutes.

  Go back to downtown.

   Dean slowed down.

   This car is definitely not available.

  It is also easy to handle.

   Next to it is a strip club.

   There will be kind people to help take it away.

   But for the sake of safety.

  Dean picked up a sharp cone on the car and damaged four tires in turn, then opened the door wide, turned and walked towards the rental house.

  The car can be given, but the tires must be changed!

   Quick change of clothes.

  Dean picked up the tape recorder on the side and quickly rewound it.

  Beside the tape recorder, there was a mobile phone on hold.

Precisely.

  In his hotel room, he also hid a mobile phone that was on hold, and made some inconspicuous little tricks.

  In this way, whether someone knocks on the door or sneaks in, you can find it yourself.

  From the beginning to close to the present time.

   Except for subtle electronic noises.

  Dean found nothing unusual.

   He breathed a sigh of relief.

   It seems that no one came to bother me tonight and found that I was not there.

otherwise

at this time.

   "Boom boom boom~"

  A vague knock on the door sounded from the tape recorder.

   There is also a drunken female voice: "FKYOU, open the door, Tom, you bastard, open the door!"

   After that, there was noise and abuse.

   It seems that the people around were awakened by the noise of the woman.

  Dean checked the time.

  I found out that it happened before I entered the rental house!

   Fuck!

  He quickly changed his clothes, hid his weapon, then picked up the strong perfume and wine watering can, sprayed it on himself, and rushed out.

  When Dean climbed back to the room along the wall.

  The noise outside the door is still there.

  He rubbed his eyes fiercely, brewing his emotions for a while, then opened the door, and said viciously: "You don't sleep, do you want to try Lao Tzu's fist?"

   "FK!"

  A man who looked a lot stronger than Dean, was about to lure the screaming woman back to his room, but was interrupted by Dean, and directly punched her.

  Dean pulled along his fist, and at the same time stretched out his legs and tucked into the man's ankle joints, bringing him down to the ground, taking the opportunity to pin him to the ground.

   This is the technique of Krav Maga.

   Press the man.

  Dean opened his big bloodshot eyes: "I hate people disturbing my rest the most. If there is such a thing, I guarantee you will regret it!"

  The man originally wanted to be tough.

  But I felt something cold and hard against my waist, my heart skipped a beat, and I begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I was woken up by that woman too, I'm in a bad mood, I'm sorry."

  Looking in the direction the man pointed.

  A petite blond-haired blue-eyed cow, reeking of alcohol, is muttering something like Tom, bastard, and seems to be quite drunk.

  Dean cursed in his heart, got up and let the man go, walked to the woman, supported her, and prepared to take her back to his room to rest.

   It's next to a strip club.

  The people who come and go are all carnivorous men and women.

  This woman is tall and well-proportioned, which can even arouse impulsiveness in some people with special hobbies

   Being robbed is nothing.

  If you get sick, it will be really miserable.

  He is different.

  People are kind.

  The body is also very healthy!

  How do you know.

  As soon as the hand touched the woman.

  Dean immediately noticed something was wrong.

  This girl, her muscles tensed up for a moment!

   Reminiscent of her being the first to knock on her door just now.

  Dean's eyes turned cold, and he directly lifted the woman up, and under the envious eyes of the man next to him, he took him back to the room and closed the door tightly!

   "FK, dead boy, if it wasn't for not bringing a gun today, I must look good on you!", the man who had suffered a loss, returned angrily.

   went back to the room.

  Feeling the fiery breath of the woman on his back.

  Dean smiled and said: "It's lucky, I slept well, and a woman brought it up."

  Hoo~

  The woman's drunken murmur paused slightly, and her breathing became more rapid.

next moment.

  The sense of weightlessness surged.

  She was thrown onto the bed.

   It's over!

  Woman has a premonition of what's coming!

She hurriedly uttered a coquettish cry, pretending to be dazed and awake, looked around, and looked at Dean who had already taken off her pajamas in a silly way, for a moment, then curled up on the bed, screaming: "Who are you! What are you going to do? Don't come here! If you come again, I will call you!"

   "What?" Dean was full of doubts: "Didn't you say that I am your Tom?"

   "Huh?" The woman looked at the sincere Dean and wondered if she really said such words when she was pretending to be drunk.

next moment.

  Dean has already pounced on her and pinned her down.

   Woo~

   Tear a few times.

it is more than words.

   More than an hour later.

  The woman clutched her tattered clothes, limped out of the hotel, took out her cell phone in fear, and called.

   Half a sound.

  There came an electronic voice: "Barbie, you let me down."

  The woman's face was pale, and she explained in a panic: "I want to report the situation, but"

   "No need.", There was a sneer: "You screamed so loudly, I heard it downstairs, well, Barbie, needless to say, I have already sent the result back.

  You do it yourself.

   I hope you will not appear on the purification list one day! "

  beep beep~

  The woman hung up the phone without waiting for the woman to explain.

   "FK!"

  The woman smashed her mobile phone to the ground in anger and horror, but attracted the attention of two drug addicts who were dawdling on the ground at the corner.

  The night wind is cold.

  The woman quickly folded her hands on her chest to hide the spring light inside, picked up her mobile phone, ran to a car on the street, and left here.

   After a while.

  Dean stepped out of the shadows and returned to the hotel.

   This woman is actually from the Lucifer Game Organization!

   He remembered.

  Blan Hagen's secret room arrangement does look like he is recording or live broadcasting some **** dissection videos.

   If I remember correctly.

   At that time, there was a woman in a suit beside Brown Hagen, who was killed by stray bullets without saying a word.

  So Brownhagen is also related to the Lucifer Game Organization?

   But why did they find themselves?

  Dean paused as he went upstairs.

  Although he killed Bill, if he wanted revenge, he would have already done so.

   So it should have nothing to do with the previous things.

  Then there is only one truth.

  The member of the Lucifer Game Organization, the suspicious masked man, is himself!

  The face can be covered.

   But height and so on, in battle, it is not easy to hide.

  Because it is easy to ask for a dead end.

   Here comes the problem.

  It is not uncommon for people of his height. As soon as Brown Hagen died, the other party immediately came to the small hotel to test whether he was in the room.

   Indicates that there are other factors.

  I think that the only connection between myself and Brown Hagen is Mrs. Hass' pension apartment.

  If you think about it this way

  The reason why Brown Hagen intervened in Mrs. Haas's 'business', and carried it forward, and drained those old people to the bone marrow, I am afraid that the Lucifer Game Organization also intervened.

  The people of Lucifer Game Organization are paying attention to these things!

   So when Brown Hagen dies.

  I was already involved, and my body shape matched me, so I was naturally regarded as the first object of suspicion.

   "Fortunately, I didn't use a pistol this time, and the speed of the drag racing is not bad." Dean smiled on his face: "This not only clears the suspicion, but also earns a skill for nothing!"

   After a fight with that woman.

  Not only did he show kindness, but also upgraded a skill he had accumulated for a long time:

  【Proficiency level 'communication':

  After years of hard practice and reflection, you are proficient in everything, enough to make cycads bloom and rocks spring water.

  You are more sensitive to the health of the opposite sex.

  You can accurately identify the real reaction of a woman without asking her kimoji]

   "This skill is really good."

  Dean is still a little proud of this.

   After all, this is the top level he has really promoted to by relying on his own hard work and talent!

   "Think that girl left early, otherwise hum!"

  Dean snorted coldly, walked into the bathroom with an invincible loneliness, and washed away the traces of battle left on his body.

   After taking a shower.

  He took a deep breath, came to the mirror, and said silently in his heart:

  Panel!

  【Detective Panel】

  Character: Dean

   Level: 12 (1000/2200)

   Spirit: 11

   Strength: 13

   Speed: 15 (limit)

   Stamina: 9

  Skills: Pistol Mastery, Ancient Muay Thai (L3), Torture (L2), Blowing Needle (L2), slightly (click to open).

  Attribute points: 3

  Skill Points: 5

  Completed cases: 10, details omitted.

   Looking at such a luxury panel property for the first time.

   Dean covers his mouth and laughs back into the sky.

   Protagonist: Gagaga~

   Thank you for tipping:

   Thanks for the reward of 3,000 book coins from the book friends of "Brilliant Night", thank you boss!

   Dean: "Thank you for the reward of 30,000 book coins from the book friends of 'Selling Wine and Waiting for Your Return', thank you boss!"

   Dean: "Thank you for the reward of 500 book coins from the book friend of 'Glory of the Night', thank you boss!"

   Thanks to the book friend of "Flying Over Optimism" for the reward, thank you boss!

  (end of this chapter)

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