North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 140

  Chapter 140 Better to kill the wrong one than let it go!

  The current situation is a bit complicated.

   It is unclear who the enemy is, the means of threat are unclear, and the hidden terrorists among the crew and passengers are also unclear.

  What Dean has to do is to start from the first class and rely on his own observation and force value to find a way out.

  In this situation, it is difficult for one person to take care of all aspects.

  He needs more help.

  Dean first asked Catherine for the relevant information of the crew, and then asked her to unobtrusively call the Charles father and daughter just now, as well as the two brave passengers.

   This is thanks to the luxurious design of the first class cabin.

  The distance between each seat is not too close, and there are only four rows of passengers, and only eight people are seated.

  So when three adults and one child gathered in the tea room, they did not attract the attention of the first four people.

   "Inspector Dean, what are you?"

  Charles hugged his daughter and looked at Dean with some anxiety, as did the other two.

   They have been flying for so many years, and this is the first time they have encountered such a situation.

  Elite, acting relatively egotistical and paranoid.

  If it wasn't for Dean's previous performance, coupled with his self-disclosed identity as a detective, which gave them initial trust in Dean, they probably wouldn't have cooperated like this at all.

  Dean lowered his voice, spoke slowly about the current situation, and at the same time said seriously: "This is not a joke, and I will not joke about my future that is visible to the naked eye."

He took out the police badge and ID that he carried with him, and strengthened the confidence of the three of them: "Our lives are tied together now! Guys, if you don't want to spend your whole life fighting for others, but also want to enjoy the beauty of life, then Be sure to guard the first-class aisle!"

   During the conversation.

  Dean has been paying attention to the expressions of the three people, and has determined that the three people reacted normally after hearing the terrorist attack, and there is a high probability that there is nothing wrong with them.

   If the ship capsizes in the gutter, he admits it.

  The light golden police badge and Dean's previous performance made the three middle-aged men with a lot of experience choose to believe in Dean.

  The little girl was given to Catherine's care.

  The three men sat in the previous positions of Dean and Charles' father and daughter to prevent any mistakes in Dean's actions, allowing possible terrorists to escape the first-class cabin, and triggering movements in other areas.

everything's ready.

Dean hid the knife in his cuff, slapped his hands directly, and after attracting the attention of the other four passengers, he said with a serious face: "FBI, there are terrorists hiding among you, no extra actions are allowed now, I need to carry out search!"

  There are four remaining passengers, three men and one woman.

They looked at Dean, either in astonishment or panic, or confused and suspicious. Among them, the woman who was close to the cockpit, dressed in expensive clothes and dressed as a lady, was particularly timid, grabbed a handbag against her chest, and exclaimed: "Oh, buy Karma"

next moment.

   Tear and pull.

  The sound of clothes being ripped.

  Dean was already like a cheetah. With his legs bursting out, he tore open his trousers. He crossed a distance of more than five meters in two steps. His hands flashed with silvery white light, and nailed the noble lady's raised hands to the seat!

   This scene shocked the three passengers.

  The noble lady looked at her hands pierced by the knife stupidly, and her dull nerves transmitted the pain of tearing flesh and blood to her head.

  She opened her mouth and was about to scream, but a cloth napkin was stuffed into the big open mouth just right, turning her scream into a whimper.

  Dean's set of movements is smooth and smooth.

   Do it all.

  The other three passengers came back to their senses.

   Don't wait for them to exclaim.

  Dean roughly ripped off the clothes on the lady's upper body.

   Pata.

  A plastic revolver the size of an adult's palm fell to the ground, pressing everyone's doubts back into their stomachs!

  Just now the woman wanted to use the cover of the handbag to reach out for the gun.

  Dean is very satisfied with the psychological quality of these first-class passengers.

  He whistled, picked up the revolver, and quickly became familiar with it.

  This kind of plastic firearm looks like a toy, but it is actually as lethal at close range, and it is not easy to be detected by the current security.

   This is indeed a premeditated terrorist attack.

   Firearms in hand.

  Dean's confidence is already very different.

  He put his finger on his mouth at everyone, signaling them to keep quiet, and then dumped the woman's handbag in the aisle.

  In addition to some ordinary cosmetics.

   There is also a small electronic device hidden in the inner layer, but it is in an inactive state.

   Dean guessed it was a communication tool.

  In addition, a lipstick, after Dean smelled it, was also carefully put aside by him.

   This is a very delicate miniature bomb.

  It may be useless on the ground, and it can be easily dodged, but in a narrow area like an airplane, it is a big killer.

  At present, aircraft security checks are relatively loose, especially in first-class cabins.

  This is also the reason why this lady dressed as a lady can bring these things on the plane so easily.

  Looking at the plastic revolver in Dean's hand.

  Many passengers showed panic, and quickly believed what Dean said about the terrorist attack before.

  Charles and the others also came over, and said in shock, "Mr. Detective, how are you sure that there is something wrong with this woman?"

  Dean turned the revolver and said with a smile: "I can analyze micro-expressions. Her movements are too abnormal. I have never seen any lady who would secretly grab her Nana first in a panic."

   "Haha~"

  This interesting statement caused several men to chuckle, dispelling some of the tension in their hearts.

  Catherine hugged the little girl, and gave Dean a charming look, but she became more and more obsessed with Dean's demeanor of talking and laughing freely between life and death.

   Isn't this the high-quality object she was looking for!

in particular..

  Catherine peeked at Dean's trousers that were torn apart due to excessive force, and swallowed.

they do not know.

   This is just an excuse for Dean's nonsense.

  Micro-expressions are not superpowers, you can spot abnormalities in a flash.

  At least for now, Dean can't do so well.

  The reason why he shot was because only this woman moved among the four passengers.

   In the face of life and death threats.

  Dean would rather kill the wrong than let him go!

   Simply appease the remaining three passengers.

Dean walked up to the woman who was staring at him fiercely and had no aristocratic temperament at all, pinched her mouth, and tore off the tablecloth: "If you don't want to spend an unforgettable day, just tell me, how many of you are there, What are you going to do!"

   "Heh~", the woman sneered, her chest rose and fell, she took a deep breath, and was about to scream to remind her companions.

   There was a bang!

  The woman looked blankly at the palm of her hand that was nailed to the chair, but saw her slender and beautiful index finger, which seemed to be curled up, twisted and deformed, raised high!

  Ten fingers connected to the heart.

   Woo~

  She was about to scream, but Dean's big palm tightly covered her mouth, and watched as Dean crushed her fingers one by one!

   This kind of short-term pain, not to mention a seemingly delicate woman, even a warrior with strong willpower, it is difficult to overcome the physical reaction caused by the severe pain.

   Tears, saliva, and snot were uncontrollable, rushing out of the woman's mouth, eyes, and nose.

  She was so painful that her exquisite face was distorted and deformed, her potential exploded, and she even pulled out her palm that was pinned by a knife and fork, trying to tear away Dean's palm covering her mouth, screaming and venting the accumulated pain.

  But Dean's palm, like steel, remained motionless in the face of the woman's desperate struggle.

  After the woman's pain-induced outburst dissipates.

  He took out a morphine syringe from his waist: "This is a painkiller injection, which can eliminate the pain you may suffer now and later. I will give you one last chance. How many of you are there? What is your purpose?"

   Finished speaking.

   Dean's palm revealed a gap.

  The woman who was about to roll her eyes took a deep breath for a few seconds before she said weakly, "Go to hell!"

next moment.

  She opened her mouth wide and bit Dean's palm viciously.

  Dean frowned slightly, and was about to use some more ruthless and tyrannical means to pry open the woman's mouth.

  How do you know.

  The woman's attack was just a feint.

   There was a pop.

  Caught off guard by Dean.

  The woman dressed as a noble lady endured the severe pain, and cut a big **** in her throat with the knife inserted in her palm.

  ZiZi~

  Under high pressure, the blood spurted out like a fountain, and the blood spots surged, instantly dyeing the machine wall in front of the woman into blood, and slid out shocking bloodstains.

   "Ho~"

  The woman smiled wildly at Dean, tilted her head, and remained silent.

  She is sarcastic!

  Everyone was shocked by this scene.

  They rarely come into contact with this kind of lunatic, let alone see a person slit their own throat with a knife

  The lunatic behavior of the woman like a dead man made Dean realize the seriousness of the matter.

   Said it before.

  Hijacking, there are generally only two situations.

  One: Hijacking is just a threat to achieve a certain purpose!

  2: Hijacking is a suicide attack method used by a certain group to cause a big commotion for revenge and deterrence!

Now it seems.

  The organization the woman belongs to is probably for the latter.

   And Dean and the others are just innocent and unlucky people who were affected.

  With a gloomy face, Dean stuffed the napkin into the gap in the woman's throat to prevent the blood from continuing to splash, then turned around to appease everyone:

   "Although I really don't want to admit it, this group of people is crazier than I imagined. Next, we will die at any time. I need you to stay calm and save yourself with me!"

   "What you say, we do!"

  Charles looked at his daughter huddled in Catherine's arms in fear, and his tone was firm!

  He absolutely does not allow his daughter to wither on this plane before enjoying all the good things in the world!

  The rest of the passengers also gritted their teeth to suppress the panic in their hearts, and nodded in agreement with what Charles said.

   They are rich middle class at worst, no one wants to die here!

   The team has been stabilized.

  Dean looked at Catherine: "The existence of terrorists has been confirmed now, Catherine, I need you to open the door of the cab!"

  The cockpit is the lifeblood of an aircraft.

  Dean must ensure the safety of the inside, then choose to go to business class and economy class, and continue to the next step!

  For my dog's life!

  Ning kill the wrong one, don't let it go!

  Dean is ready to kill!

  Catherine handed the little girl in her arms to Charles, took a few deep breaths, adjusted her emotions, and quickly entered the password outside the cabin door.

   There was a light beep.

   The password screen lights up green.

  Seeing this, Dean wanted to push open the hatch, but found that the hatch didn't move at all.

   It's locked inside!

   This movement attracted the attention of the cockpit.

  Zi la~

   There was a noise from the intercom outside the cabin door: "Catherine?"

  Catherine clenched her fists, with a typical toothy smile on her face, and said lightly, "Captain Luthor, I have prepared coffee and some snacks for you and Maier, please open the cabin door."

   "Is the hatch locked?"

  In the walkie-talkie, the captain's doubtful voice came, followed by another man's voice explaining: "Maybe it was locked behind me when I came in, I'll open it."

  The communication hangs up.

  Accompanied by a slight clicking sound.

  The door to the cockpit is open!

   One or two more chapters.

   It may be later, but there will be.

  (end of this chapter)

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