North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 141

  Chapter 141 I can tell at a glance that you are not really 'violent'!

  Before the door was opened, a tingling sensation welled up in his chest.

   Dean's pupils shrank.

  This familiar feeling!

   Under instinct.

  He grabbed Catherine, who was 1.8 meters tall, and his figure flashed.

next moment!

  The black muzzle of the gun protruded out, without the slightest hesitation, aimed at the opening, and fired again and again!

   bang bang bang~

   Six shots in a row!

  Blood splashed everywhere, and exclamation sounded.

  The calm first-class cabin suddenly became a mess.

   "FK, Maier, bring your gun up. Huh~", the belated Captain Luthor, before finishing his sentence, was knocked unconscious by Maier's punch.

   Empty magazine.

   While changing the magazine, Maier opened his collar and quickly said to the top pocket button: "There is a problem with the first-class cabin, just go straight."

at this time!

   One palm, press firmly on the cabin door that is about to close!

  Maier's expression changed, he turned his right hand dexterously, raised the muzzle of the gun again, and was about to kill the person blocking the door.

   A huge impact came.

   At the same time that Maier's figure became unstable, a fist like a sandbag hit his forehead, knocked him backwards, hit the co-pilot seat hard, and lost consciousness.

   "Mel?"

  There was a low voice coming from above the button.

   This is already exposed!

Remembering the voice, Dean picked up the plastic revolver dropped by the other party, took out a dozen matching bullets from the other party's mouth and put them in his pocket, and said to Catherine and the others: "Leave two people to tie him up, and let the captain recover by the way." Sober, Catherine, you explain the situation through the radio, let everyone raise their hands, to avoid misunderstanding, the rest of the people follow me to other cabins now!"

   Finished speaking.

  He hung the police badge on his chest, held guns in both hands, and strode towards the business class and economy class!

  Plans can't keep up with changes!

   This is a terrorist organization with a strict plan!

   That noble lady is the secret person of the other party staying in the first class cabin. Once someone knocks on the door and the lady does not give a safety notice, the people inside will give the order without hesitation and launch it in advance!

   It's hard to defend!

  When Maier was inside the gate, he had already given the order to launch the plan.

  now

  The only way to break the game is violence!

  Through **** means, forcibly suppress everyone on this plane, without giving the other party the slightest chance.

  Dean is now only fortunate that the plane is currently on autopilot. Even if the captain is in a coma, there will be no accident for a while.

   Afraid of these robbers, they installed remote-controlled bombs on the plane!

   Now we can only give it a go!

   "Inspector, what shall we do next?"

   Several people hurriedly followed Dean, came to the business class, and asked them what to do.

   They were lucky just now.

   All of Maier's bullets hit the body of his companion, the lady, so no one was injured.

  Dean did not turn his head back, flashed his gun with both hands, and said loudly: "FBI, there are terrorists sneaking into the plane, everyone raises their hands, don't cause misunderstanding!"

  Some people looked puzzled, some fell asleep, some shook their heads listening to the song, and some looked bewildered.

  A man, a woman, and two flight attendants looked at Dean's group of people, especially the 'toy revolver' in his hand, with terrified and bewildered eyes, wondering if he was on drugs.

  Ding Dong~

But their familiar broadcast sounded on the side wall of the cabin: "Emergency broadcast! Emergency broadcast! Ladies and gentlemen, terrorists have been found on the plane, please sit down, raise your hands, and wait for Inspector Dean's arrangement. Don't get me wrong, it's not a drill, repeat, it's not a drill!"

   Several broadcasts in a row.

  The originally bewildered cabin finally came to its senses, but it was also in chaos.

  Someone raised their hands tremblingly, and some people covered their heads to hide.

  Two flight attendants, a man and a woman, heard Catherine's voice, and stood beside Dean and the others very anxiously, not knowing what to do next.

  Dean glanced around like a knife, without the slightest hesitation, raised his hand and shot three times, a precise headshot!

   The two men and one woman who were scattered on both sides did not say a word. Just as they stood up, they were shot precisely in the eye sockets and fell down with their heads up.

  The sound of gunfire finally suppressed the chaotic crowd.

  Dean said again: "Everyone stay where they are, raise your hands, don't make any extra moves!"

  Three headshots will do more than words.

   On the plane, no matter men, women, old or young, all sat in their original positions, honestly raised their hands, and dared not move.

  Dean signaled to the people behind him: "Go and search the bodies of the three dead people to see if there are any weapons. I need you to help me guard the business class!"

  Small airlines have the benefits of small airlines.

   This plane is not big. Although there are first class, business class, and economy class, there are only more than 80 passengers in total, and the passengers are also distributed on the left and right sides. The aisle is in the middle, which is easy to control!

  Charles and the two brave men before him listened to Dean the most, searched the bodies of two men and a woman, and actually found guns from them.

  Charles saw the thing in his hand, but his complexion changed drastically. He hurriedly stuffed it into his clothes, then hurried to Dean, and handed over a small book: "Inspector Dean, something is wrong!"

   Dean looked down.

   Fuck!

  Response is fast!

  Among two men and one woman, one man is an air policeman

  Dean's eyes flashed cruelty: "He died of robbers, Charles!"

  Charles shook his hand and nodded hesitantly: "I won't say it, but many people have seen it!"

  He is not a kind person, and he is willing to help Dean, who has saved his daughter's life, keep it a secret, but there are so many people here, how could it be possible to keep it a secret?

   "Don't worry, he will only die at the hands of robbers!"

  Dean glanced at the two flight attendants next to him, covered their mouths tightly in fright, and stretched out his hand to Charles: "Give me the gun!"

  Charles met Dean's cold eyes, his heart trembled, and he quickly stuffed the Lolock 17, two magazines, and the certificate hidden under his clothes into Dean's hand.

  Dean's eyes showed satisfaction.

  Plastic revolvers, limited by their materials, may not be able to kill some strong people with one blow, but the Rorock 17 is much more powerful!

He handed a plastic revolver to Charles, and said: "This group of people may have hidden remote-controlled bombs on the plane. If you want to take your daughter down safely, please help me look after this place. As long as someone puts down their hands, If there is any movement, shoot!"

  Catherine's broadcast is tantamount to self-exposure.

  The next situation in the economy class will definitely be troublesome, and Dean has no time to waste on it.

  Charles is not an ordinary person, and people who don't know how to play with guns are even rarer here.

  He skillfully checked the revolver in his hand, nodded heavily: "For my daughter, don't worry, I will not be soft!"

  Dean nodded, with a Lolock 17 in one hand and a reloaded plastic revolver in the other, he groped towards the economy class alone.

  According to Catherine's introduction, the economy class is almost full because of the cheap unit price, and there are about 50 passengers there.

  This also means that the number of terrorists hiding in it is probably the largest, and I am afraid that they have already prepared, and will not give Dean the same chance as the first class and business class!

   Dean walks slowly.

  His sixth sense of early warning is not effective at all times and cannot be used as a basis. It can only rely on his own reaction speed, so he must concentrate on it.

  Near the small doors for Business Class and Economy Class.

   Depressed crying, begging for mercy, and scolding came.

   Dean's heart sank.

   This means the terrorist inside, jumped backwards!

   They now have at least fifty hostages!

  Dean sighed and murmured: "Life is a matter of life and death, I'm sorry, I just want to live."

next moment.

  He rushed in with firm eyes.

   Instantly glance around.

  With a panoramic view of everything, the possible target was locked under the super speed of the brain.

  Dean raised his left and right hands without any hesitation, and his two guns were like automatic rifles, shooting out more than a dozen gun flames!

  The gunfire stopped.

  All the noise in the economy class came to an abrupt end.

  Seven or eight figures stood in sync, looking at the hatch in disbelief, and crashed to the bottom, the pocket revolver of the same model in their hands fell to the ground.

  Dean threw away the revolver with no bullets, and while replacing Lolock with a new magazine, he walked towards the end of the passage.

  There, a short young man, armed with a gun, was grabbing two women, as if he wanted to shoot them to death in order to frighten all the passengers here, but he was frightened by Dean's appearance, and the whole person was stunned.

  He didn't seem to realize what happened.

  Seeing Dean approaching.

He just woke up like a dream, kicked away the thinner girl in front of him, grabbed another fat aunt in front of him, pointed his revolver at her head, and threatened Dean: "Don't come here, or I will kill her!" , and explosives have been arranged here, believe it or not, I will die with you!"

  The fat woman was so frightened that her whole body went limp.

   Now he became a meat shield, and he cried even more, choked up and said, "No, I still have two daughters, help me, help me."

   Hostage?

  Dean looked at the short young man who was hiding tightly and grinned.

   Bang~!

  The fat woman trembled and looked at Dean blankly. With her mouth wide open, a blood hole several inches in size appeared, piercing through her throat, and suppressed her remaining words.

  Her huge body fell backwards with a bang, crushing the thin man who was once again sluggish with blood splashing on his face, screaming incessantly.

   Now there are no hostages!

Dean shook his head, and blasted the skinny young man's exposed palms with two shots, making the other party unable to resist, before shouting to the cabin: "FBI, all terrorists have been killed now, everyone, stay in your seat, Hands up, don't cause misunderstanding!"

  Looking at this handsome 'FBI' who kills the hostages first, and then blows up the gangsters, everyone knows what to do.

  They bit their trembling lips tightly, clamped their urinating legs, and raised their hands high up, as if collectively surrendering, for fear that they would become a member of the terrorists in the next moment.

  The thin girl who had just been kicked away by the short youth was also spattered with blood all over her face.

  She seemed to be frightened. She sat on the ground and looked at Dean stupidly: "You killed a mother. You killed a mother."

   Dean slapped him and threw it away.

  The woman screamed and bumped into the chair beside her, and finally woke up from her stupidity. She covered her swollen cheeks and curled up into a lump, not daring to talk nonsense.

   Killed eight robbers and one hostage in a row.

  The panicked passengers are finally quiet and safe!

  Dean glanced around except for the short young man who was still screaming, nodded in satisfaction, walked to the side of the fat woman, squatted down, and pulled hard.

  I saw the two exaggeratedly large grapefruits under the other party's loose clothes, which turned out to be two tightly entangled explosive bags!

   Dean smiled coldly.

   Proficient level 'Jiaobai', do you think it's a joke?

  I can tell at a glance that you are not really 'violent'!

   My mind is not concentrating, and I write slowly.

   Sorry.

   I'm so scared of getting brain fog right now

   But it should be scaring myself.

   Because I read it, the text is still very angry, so the IQ of the dog thief should not be affected.

  (end of this chapter)

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