North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 154

  Chapter 154 Seriously injured, lingering assassination (supplement)

   These little short-legged people have nothing but crazy bloodthirsty.

  They didn't even notice Dean following behind.

This group of short legs, led by the former black girl, walked through the two streets around the black clinic, came to an abandoned house, directly lifted an inconspicuous sundry, revealing the hole below, followed by Drilled in.

   I said it before.

  There is a dense pipeline network underground in Los Angeles.

   This group of short-legged people came in and out from here, and with the cover of skin color and age, the local gang did not notice their strangeness.

  See it.

   Dean frowned.

  Ground tracking and underground tracking are completely different things.

   Fortunately, he can track traces!

   Wait a moment.

  Dean checked the ammunition on his body, counted the time, walked to the hole that was covered again, lifted the covered sundries, and prepared to take a look at the environment inside.

  How do you know.

  Just as he lowered his head, he felt a very strong sense of coldness, filling his whole body, making him shiver subconsciously!

here we go again.

   Such a familiar feeling!

  But the feeling this time far exceeds any previous warning!

  Dean didn't hesitate at all, burst out with all his strength, turned around and ran!

next moment.

  Boom~

  With a radius of 100 meters, it looks like an earth dragon turning over, the flame breaks through the limitation of the ground, surges out, and sinks down

  Dean only felt a rush of hot air.

   Severe pain came.

  His increasingly thick body rose into the air, surrounded by countless gravel and shock waves, and slammed into the shaking wall in the distance!

   Half a sound.

  He was covered in blood, and he staggered up from the ground.

  Someone detonated the explosives in the underground pipeline!

  Strong shock shock.

   caused serious damage to Dean.

  His ears were buzzing, the world in front of him seemed to be shaking, his clothes were torn and bloody, especially the back, almost turned into a hole-in-the-wall outfit, as if someone had shot him behind him with a nozzle.

   Relying on a strong physique.

   Dean staggered, trying to hide in a safe place.

   The feeling of dizziness came in waves like a tide.

   This is the body's instinctive choice, wanting to digest the adverse reactions on the body through drowsiness.

   But Dean knows, it's not safe here!

  The enemy in the dark, since he can detonate the explosives in the underground pipeline at the first time, and destroy the mouths of those stupid short-legged people, then it is likely to hide in the dark and observe here.

   This kind of lunatic does things ruthlessly and recklessly.

  If the other party notices that he is not dead, once he falls asleep, he is basically dead.

  Dean leaned on the wall, two lines of blood spewed from his nose, and when he was shaking out of control, he muttered in his heart.

add a bit!

  He was on the plane before, raised a level, and has not improved himself!

   This is a lifesaver!

   Accompanied by Dean and recited silently in his heart.

  A warm current floated all over the body out of thin air.

  Dean felt itchy all over his internal organs, and at the same time a sense of irritation welled up in his nasal cavity.

  He sneezed hard.

  A stream of blood spurted out.

  The originally very strong dizziness gradually disappeared as the blood left.

  Dean shook his much more comfortable head, stumbled to a corner, pretended to be weak, and sat down slowly, as if he couldn't bear it at last, and passed out.

  A hundred meters away.

  An unremarkable dark room.

  The man looked at the surveillance on the screen, showing appreciation: "This is a strong body, but it's a pity that the investigation came to us, otherwise it would be the perfect carrier of crime."

  He licked his lips, and after confirming that Dean had fainted, he took out a pager: "How long will it take for the police to come?"

   "You still have three minutes to evacuate." A hoarse female voice came from the other side.

"enough!"

  The man put away the pager, awkwardly grabbed the submachine gun on the table, lit a cigarette, threw the lighter behind him, and walked towards where Dean was.

  After a breath.

  Boom~

  The sound of explosions and abnormal flames surged again, turning the noisy community into dead silence again.

   Explosion, chaos.

   is the main theme of this sinful community today.

  The man knew that his firearms were average, just like those cannon fodder, so he didn't push it too hard. He didn't show his body until he was about ten meters in front of Dean, and raised the short charge in his hand.

   bang~

  The gunfire roared out.

  The man was taken aback for a moment.

  I haven't fired a gun yet?

next moment.

  He only felt numbness in his hands and feet, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito, but he lost control of his body and limbs, not only the short submachine gun he just raised was unable to hit the ground.

  Fell down together, and the body of the man.

  He stared blankly at the black smoky sky above his head, and didn't realize that he had been shot until he felt severe pain from his limbs!

this moment.

  His mind fell into a very strange state.

   Slow and sober.

what happened?

   What should I do now?

correct.

  It hurts, it hurts!

  The man's body seemed to react, he opened his mouth, and was about to vent himself to keep up with the severe pain of tearing his senses, but a blood-stained face appeared in front of the man's eyes.

  Dean looked at the man who opened his mouth to scream, grinned, and kicked the man in the crotch.

  The man's eyes were bulging, and finally he couldn't bear the pain of the broken egg, spit out two mouthfuls of white foam, and passed out happily.

  Hoo~

  Dean let out a long breath of hot air, squatted down, and picked up the man. Sure enough, on the back of his neck, he saw a familiar tattoo: a figure of thorns hanging upside down on a cross.

  The person behind it is indeed related to the 'source of pain'!

only

  Dean frowned and looked at the distorted man.

  He seemed to have seen this person before.

  Dean rubbed his forehead, trying to activate his fragmented memory palace, to see if he could recall when he saw a man's face, but he snorted, and the dizziness that had dissipated came back to him again.

   Fuck!

   It's a concussion!

  Dean didn't dare to stimulate his brain anymore, and began to search for the man.

  Under professional techniques.

   Ten seconds later.

   Several bottles of painkillers, a bottle of powder with unknown ingredients, an old pager, and a supermarket shopping list appeared in front of Dean.

   Painkillers are easy to understand.

The lunatics who are the source of pain are all masochists, who like to torture themselves, thinking that this is purifying their sins, but it also leads to dense old wounds on their bodies. Only by relying on drugs can they relieve the pain of old wounds and maintain normal health. action.

  Dean's main focus was on the pager and the supermarket shopping list.

   This kind of old pager is now rarely used except by some patrol security, so the use distance is not far, far inferior to a mobile phone, but it is also safer.

   This means, there is a fellow man nearby!

  Dean picked up the pager and wanted to see if he could get in touch with the other side, but a deep female voice came from inside first: "The police are here, I will withdraw first!"

next moment.

   woo woo woo~

  The sound of the siren, after everything was over, broke the dead silence of this chaotic place, and came precisely at the closing time

  Holding the supermarket list tightly in the palm of his hand.

   In a daze.

  Dean seemed to hear Harry's crying and the chaotic voices of doctors and nurses:

   "Man, be strong.

   Don't fall asleep!

  FK!

  You said you would cover me."

   "He has lost a lot of blood, run a blood test quickly.."

   "Doctor, the patient is holding something in his right hand. The muscles and skin are too hard, and it is very difficult for the needle to go in."

   "Are you an idiot, don't worry about that, squeeze the wound directly, hurry up, I'm worried that he will go into shock."

   In a daze, Dean remembered the voice of the female nurse.

  Dare to **** yourself with a needle.

   When I wake up, I must stick it back!

  Accompanied by a stream of cool liquid, it passes into the body.

  Dean's consciousness finally sank into darkness and fell into a deep sleep.

   "Jenny, have you checked his abs? The curve is so perfect. If it wasn't for that black police detective guarding the door, I would have eaten him!"

   "Haha~"

  A group of female nurses smiled delicately.

  A much more mature female voice laughed even more: "You only look at the surface, it's too superficial."

  The female nurse who spoke before said curiously: "Head nurse, don't look at the surface. He is really handsome and has a perfect figure. I heard that he is also the inspector of the police department. I really want to be his wife!"

  The head nurse chuckled: "What's the use of looking good on the outside, whether it's okay or not, it depends on the inside, his inside, but there is such a thing"

  She made a gesture, which caused a series of exclamations and swallowing sounds.

not far away.

  Harry looked at the group of nurses who were like tigers and wolves and made no secret of their voices.

  Not only can he just watch his good brothers being eaten tofu, but he also has to endure their unscrupulous oral sex.

  Harry touched the thick stack of notes in his pocket, and sighed inwardly.

  Good brother, don't blame me!

   These women give too much!

at this time.

  Dididi~

  The call light at the nurse's station goes off.

  Joking nurses, after seeing the ward number, exclaimed: "It's ward No. 3, the detective is awake."

  Harry hasn't reacted yet.

  A group of nurses pushed him away and rushed into the ward behind him.

  So when Dean wanted to call a nurse over to find out what happened to him after he fell asleep, six nurses with fiery eyes broke into the door.

  The head nurse with a dignified face smiled at Dean: "Inspector Dean, you finally woke up, don't worry, this is Maria Hospital, and we are the nurses who take care of you."

   Dean is perceptive.

  He subconsciously tucked in the quilt and asked, "Thank you, what time is it now, and is there a phone number? I want to contact my colleague!"

   "Today is January 22nd, you have been in a coma for three days, and your companion is outside now, but your current situation."

   "Call him in for me, and I'm fine!"

Do not know why.

  Dean felt that the group of nurses in front of him looked like wolfs and tigers in his eyes, eager to be pampered, so he decisively opened his mouth and wanted the colleagues outside to come in!

joke.

  He could see what was hidden in the eyes of these women at a glance!

  One essence, ten blood!

  Before I fell into a coma, I didn't know how much blood I had bled, and I couldn't stand it!

   Drive away this group of enthusiastic nurses.

  Harry rushed in with a surprised expression: "FK, you scared me before, I thought you wouldn't wake up."

  Dean shook his head: "It's just a concussion. Before I fell into a coma, I had a supermarket list in my hand. Where is it now?"

"You said this?" Harry took out a blood-stained paper slip from his pocket: "This was given to me by the doctor after the operation. He said that your right hand was tightly held, and it was only after you were injected with medicine that you loosened it. Come on, I feel that this thing is very important to you, so let the nurse give it to me."

   Seeing that the list was still there, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

  He touched the bandages all over his body: "This is too exaggerated, I just had a concussion, why did you wrap me like a mummy!"

   crunch~

  The door of the ward was pushed open.

A blond woman with glamorous professional ladies' attire walked in with high heels: "The doctor found no less than thirty stones and sundries in your body. In fact, you can survive to the hospital and you need to thank yourself. body armor!"

   "Who are you?" Harry stood in front of the woman.

  The timing of the opponent's appearance is too coincidental.

  Reminiscent of the "Source of Pain" organization that attacked them, killing and injuring dozens of innocent residents, Harry had to be cautious.

The woman took out a document with a blank expression: "FBI, for the sake of stability on the surface, the community bombing three days ago has been thrown at the head of a small gang, but secretly, the 'source of pain' has been defined by us as Terrorist organization, now we will take over this case!"

"That's why I woke up and you showed up?" Dean licked his puffy lips, picked up the apple on the side, and said to Harry: "Dude, don't be so nervous, there are surveillance cameras here, help me get some fruit Come on, I'll talk to this lady myself."

   Heard this.

  Harry's pupils shrank, and he wanted to touch the gun instinctively, but he was worried that he had misunderstood the meaning, so he pretended to complain and approached Dean, snatching the apple from his hand: "You are a patient, I will help you."

  Impatience flashed in the woman's eyes: "The group of people are lunatics. The case is entrusted to us to protect you. If you don't want to be retaliated, please cooperate with my inquiry and eat that **** apple later!"

"FK, what are you talking about, stinky bitch!" Harry's face flashed angrily, and he was about to turn around to reason with her, but Dean grabbed him: "Okay, Harry, she's right, you go out first Well, I really don't want to touch that case again."

  Harry dilated his nostrils and exhaled two rough breaths. After making sure that Dean hadn't hinted at himself, he gave the woman a vicious look before leaving the ward in dissatisfaction.

The corner of the woman's mouth was raised, she adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on her face, and a professional smile appeared on her expressionless face: "I'm glad you cooperated, Inspector Dean, we want to know, what did you do before you fell into a coma?" Discover?"

  Dean struggled to sit up from the bed, leaning on the iron bed, as if remembering, but showed pain, and shook his head: "Sorry, as long as I recall the previous things now, my brain hurts and I can't remember clearly."

   "Are you sure? We're at the scene, and we didn't find anything except the body of an unidentified man!"

  Dean was astonished when he heard that the man had died. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I really can't remember. Maybe in a few days, I'll recover from my injuries."

  "That's great." A look of regret appeared on the woman's face, but her professional smile turned into a grin: "It's a pity that you don't have a chance, Mr. Detective!"

  The voice fell.

  Bang a gunshot, tore a big hole in the quilt on Dean's body, and filled the entire ward with the smell of countless velvet and gunpowder smoke!

  Outside the house.

  Harry heard the gunshot, his face changed drastically, he opened the door, and while touching the gun, he roared: "Stinky bitch, put your hands up!"

result.

  The gun was not touched.

  People also tripped over something.

  Harry looked back, only to see a woman who called herself the FBI, clutching her palm and screaming, while Dean, who was worried by him, was playing with the revolver that should have been on his waist.

  This bastard, at some point, actually touched his baby!

  (end of this chapter)

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