North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 161

  Chapter 161 It's over, add some points, Little Mike! (Two in one, big change!)

  Put aside the things that need to be added.

   The first thing to do is to take stock of the scene.

   This massacre was far easier than expected.

  In addition to "not listening to dissuasion" and forcibly sneaking into the underground base, Agent Ruth, who was shot and executed by the mob, died in the line of duty and shut her mouth forever.

  No one was injured.

  Reality is not about making movies.

  Under the attack of the unprepared poisonous mist, there are still people who can maintain their mobility and try to escape, because they have reacted quickly.

  It is the so-called murder and arson.

  Dean and others, as public servants of the people of Los Angeles, guardians of order, and incarnations of justice, are naturally not so vulgar.

  Dick, these enthusiastic citizens, helped the soldiers of the NSA special service team to drag the corpses out of the church.

  Verify the identity, take photos, collect the belongings, and then throw them into the car driven by Baker like a dead dog, just like a corpse processing assembly line.

  Except for Dean's elder brother Baker and the few cowboys he brought, who hid in the corner and vomited and nauseated, the rest of them looked familiar.

   Dean noticed.

   It may be the reason why they attacked themselves and Harry before. These people don't have many weapons anymore, which is the main reason why Dick and others are safe and sound.

besides.

  The prison under the church.

  The crowd also carried out seventeen young children.

  It wasn't long before they were captured and they hadn't been tamed yet, but because of this, they escaped their lives, only to be fainted by the poisonous smoke.

   not long.

A man with a scar on his face ran up to Dean and reported: "Boss Dean, we compared the photo album you gave us and found twenty-three matching men and women, and there are eleven others who are not in the room." Found inside the body!"

   This person is the leader of the Lucchese family scavenger group brought by Dick.

  As an ancient mafia family, there is a strict hierarchy within the family, and the upper and lower classes are clearly defined, while following the ancient mafia precepts.

  For this group of blood-licking team members.

  A ruthless person like Dean is undoubtedly more charismatic, making these mafia scavengers recognize and admire him!

  Dean was a little puzzled when he heard the report.

   Panels are rewarded.

  Why can't the number of people match?

   He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw clearly those who were not on the corpse pile.

  Those were students of Mike Smith, but they all held jobs outside of California, and they didn't stay anywhere in California.

  Obviously, not everyone is completely depraved.

  Considering that these people, like Mike Smith, are potentially dangerous.

Dean took the photos and information of these eleven people and came to Doug who had just reported the situation to Amon: "Leader Doug, these eleven people did not participate, but they were seriously affected, how should we deal with it?" , I leave it to you."

  Doug took the photos and information, nodded: "No problem, and Director Amon has something to ask you."

  Dean nodded, picked up the phone, only to find that there was a missed call from Amon on it.

  He probably guessed what it was.

   It's over.

   Now we need to deal with the beginning and the end.

  The troubles on the FBI side are handled by Amon.

   It is nothing more than a question of credit distribution.

   As for dead Ruth.

   You have been compensated for your death in the line of duty, what else do you want?

  The biggest trouble is the youngest son of Patriarch Aston.

   This guy probably knew what happened here and put pressure on Amon!

  Dean squeezed his fist, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

  I hope this kid is more sensible.

  He is much stronger now than when the Carmen family was destroyed!

pick up the phone.

  Dean called Amon.

   "Amon, someone from the Aston family is looking for you?"

   "Yes, a child who thinks he is threatening me, haha, Dean, since you can guess it, it seems that you have already guessed it?"

   "Well, as you said, it's just a child, and if you offend it, you will be offended. I can't let the lunatics who are the source of pain live, otherwise my family's safety will not be guaranteed."

   "Okay." Amon on the other end of the phone said in a relaxed tone:

   "You don't have to be too nervous.

  I helped you carry the matter down, and what the other party meant was that they didn't want this case to be involved with Mike Smith.

  This is the benefit of the NSA, we are much more violent than the softies of the FBI. "

   Between the two, there is a big difference.

  FBI can be responsible for all cases within the jurisdiction of the national federal law.

  Most homicides, as small as traffic violations.

  As long as they are willing to take care of it, they have the right to intervene. They belong to panacea, shit-stirring sticks, and they are also the unit that has the most scapegoats and false identities used by other departments.

  NSA is different.

  They are only responsible for major crises and events that threaten homeland security within the territory of the United States, and their authority is extremely high.

  Emergency.

  NSA has the right to mobilize the National Guard!

   This alone.

  The FBI can only admit it.

   Dean thanked Amon for his kindness.

hang up the phone.

  Dean walked towards the corner where his eldest brother Baker was hiding, and said in a teasing tone, "Baker, can you stand up and walk now?"

  Baker wiped his mouth, eyes resentful: "Dean, you bastard, you actually asked me to bring someone to drag the corpse, let's see how you explain to grandpa when you go back!"

  He dared to speak.

  The rest of the cowboys were frightened when they saw Dean approaching.

   For them.

   Killing people is not terrible.

   What is terrible is that he ordered the massacre of so many people without changing his face!

  In their eyes, Dean has become a character that cannot be provoked.

  Dean saw the reaction of those cowboys, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

  Recently, his grandfather's farm has not been safe and sound.

   This time, it can be regarded as taking advantage of this matter to show off its prestige, and use the mouth of these cowboys to beat those farmers and let them settle down a little bit!

  Dean handed Baker a cigarette: "What is there to explain, grandpa is not as stupid as you, he knows my intentions.

   In addition, NSA will compensate you according to the depreciation of the vehicle, the depreciation of the whole vehicle. You take the money and take them to relax. "

   Hear relax.

   There was light in Baker's eyes.

  He nodded, his chest slapping: "No problem!"

  Church matter.

  The NSA secret service team will stay here to clean up the beginning and end.

  Dean took Dick and the others and was about to leave when he saw several police cars slowly coming out of the town.

  Dean saw the people in the lead vehicle clearly and whistled.

   oh~

  FBI's back-up finally arrived.

  The person who came was Ruth's partner, the rookie agent Cheston En.

  He brought five or six patrolmen from the sub-bureau, "Hurry up and hurry up", and finally arrived here when Ruth's body was completely cold.

  Cheston also saw Dean who was about to leave.

  He poked his head out and smiled enthusiastically: "Inspector Dean, what a coincidence, have you seen Agent Ruth?"

  Dean stepped forward, handed Chesston a cigarette, and sighed: "You may need to change your partner, Chesston."

"died?"

  Although Cheston vaguely felt that Ruth provoked Dean, the end would not be good.

   But it died too fast!

  He felt cold, and quickly took out the lighter, lit a cigarette for Dean, and said doglegly: "Inspector Dean, I have a bad mouth, and I used to offend you a lot.

  Every time I think of the mistakes I made when I was young and ignorant, I often wake up from my sleep with red eyes, but I never know why.

   See you today, Inspector Dean.

  I just realized that I owe you an apology! "

  Dean suspects that this kid has the blood of Xiaori stupid. If it weren't for the low height of the car, he might have bowed to himself.

   As the saying goes, those who know current affairs are Junjie.

   Cheston has indeed grown a lot in the past two months.

   "Good smoke."

  Dean smiled, waved gently at the frightened Cheston, took Dick and others, and left in a car.

   On the way back.

  For the first time in his life, Dick was not feeling any discomfort, but seemed very excited.

   This can be seen.

  Violence is the phenotype gene of the Lucchese family.

  People in this family are naturally bloodthirsty.

   "Dick, how do you feel?"

  Dick exhaled a puff of pleasant smoke, and murmured: "Cousin Dean, today I feel that I am a real mafia, not those low-level gangsters on the street."

  The Lucchese family in New York has been in decline for a long time.

  Most of the industries under the name are industries such as song and dance troupes and bars.

  If Dean hadn't killed Dick's older brother, Diss, Dick would have become a manager and a worker in a certain industry in two years, making his family shine.

  Where is such a **** scene.

Dean grabbed the cigarette in his hand and threw it out of the window. Under the astonished eyes of the other party, he shook his head and said, "Dick, you must remember that you can only rely on violence to solve things, and you will never be a qualified head of the family." .

  The core of this matter is the exchange of interests, not violence. Otherwise, why do you kill people with guns in broad daylight? "

   Dick thoughtfully.

  Dean's words, he also heard from his grandfather.

   Listen to listen.

  If you don't experience it yourself, your perception will be shallow.

  He nodded, corrected his floating attitude, and said seriously: "Understood, Cousin Dean."

  Dean nodded, closed his eyes and meditated.

  He still didn't say a word.

  When the violence is strong to a certain extent, the method of physical destruction is more direct and effective than any exchange of interests!

   So, add points!

  Character: Dean

   Level: 17 (300/3200)

   Spirit: 13

   Strength: 14

   Speed: 15 (limit)

   Stamina: 12

  Skills: Pistol Mastery, Ancient Muay Thai Mastery, Trace Tracking L2, Achaz School-Mind Reading L2, Slightly (click to open).

  Attribute points: 3

  Skill Points: 4

  Completed cases: 15, details omitted.

   Three attribute points.

   Dean first filled up the spiritual attributes!

  Attribute points: 3→1.

  Spirit: 13→15.

  The value of the panel changes, and the constant cold feeling floods the subtle nerves in Dean's mind, which are constantly activated.

  Countless fragments of sleeping memories came to my mind.

  The books I have read before, in the process of strengthening, digesting, transforming, and deepening.

  The skills learned before are strengthened again, and the comprehension is deeper. It seems that the level has not changed, but the depth is quite different.

  【Comprehension Skill: Beast Taming L1】

  【Spiritual attribute, has reached the current limit】

  Long time.

   Dean opened his eyes.

  The person is still the same person, but everything in his eyes is completely different.

  He feels that at this moment, he can control many subtleties of his body, even making his big brother turn around in circles up, down, left, and right without any problem.

besides.

  Thinking operation, logical analysis and other aspects have risen to a higher level again.

   In theory.

  As long as you don't encounter any monsters with genetic mutations.

  His current brain is the upper limit of the brain hardware of ordinary humans.

"and"

  Dean tried to close and open his eyes, discovering external senses such as sound, smell, vibration, etc., and easily summarized them into a strange and alternative sense in his mind.

  For example, as long as he thinks about it now, he can easily calculate the speed of the vehicle.

  However, this kind of extraordinary information collection and calculation is very brain-intensive.

   lasted for four or five minutes.

  Dean felt a sense of weakness.

   Without hesitation.

  He added the last attribute point to the stamina, and the stamina also reached thirteen points.

  The warm current is surging.

   Wait until the promotion is complete.

  Because in the car, Dean did not try to change his body, but put his consciousness into skill points.

  He now has four skill points.

  There are two main skills suitable for improvement: trace tracking L2, Akaz school-mind reading L2.

   But these two.

   are big eaters of skill points.

  Dean thought for a moment, and chose to upgrade the Achaz school-mind reading L2.

  According to previous experience, four skill points, exactly one level up.

   Something unexpected happened.

  Skill points: 4→1.

  Achaz School - Mind Reading: L2→L3.

next moment.

  A massive amount of memory surged in.

  After seeing those memories clearly, Dean was not only displeased, but panicked. He wanted to resist this promotion, but it was too late and he sank into it.

   I don't know how long it has been.

  Dean opened his eyes uncomfortably, glanced at the scenery in the suburbs, lit a cigarette wearily, and stared at the scenery outside.

[Akaz School-Mind Reading L3: You have been substituting human thinking in various mental states for a long time, and have a deep understanding and understanding of human nature. Even through some subtle body language, you can judge a person more accurately. people's psychological state. 】

  Bullshit thinking substitution!

in memory.

  Dean has lived nearly a hundred strange lives of a confused lunatic, a copper-smelting pervert, a timid and wretched voyeur, and a transvestite.

  If he hadn't raised the spiritual attribute first, he would have the mysterious function of the panel.

  Dean suspected that he was almost going to have a schizophrenia!

  This skill can never be improved!

   The only consolation.

  Because of my own efforts, I have reduced the input of a little skill points.

   Not many skill points saved.

  But it illustrates one thing: For Dean, who has a mental attribute of 15 points, many skills are no longer worth investing in skill points.

  Because even if you study by yourself, it won't take long.

   Now he is a genius!

   "Panel!"

   "Character: Dean

   Level: 17 (300/3200)

  Spirit: 15 (maximum)

   Strength: 14

   Speed: 15 (limit)

   Stamina: 13

  Skills: Pistol proficiency, ancient muay thai mastery, Akaz school-mind reading L3, trace tracking L2, beast taming L1, slightly (click to open).

  Attribute points: 0

  Skill Points: 1

  Completed cases: 15, details omitted. "

   "Up to three more levels, I can raise all attributes to 15 points. I don't know if there will be any magical things at that time."

  Dean rubbed his forehead and really fell asleep.

   Dean woke up again, he was already at the airport.

   Farewell to Dick et al.

  He bought some high-energy food, and after replenishing his strength, he drove to the villa of Mike Smith's family.

  Harry and Mike Smith's son Mike Jr. is still there.

  Villa Manor.

  Harry and Holz squatted in the garden, chatting with the little figure on the fourth floor.

   "Harry, do you feel that Dean is getting more and more perverted?" When Holz spoke, he looked left and right, for fear that Dean would suddenly appear behind him.

  Harry rolled his eyes: "Dude, Dean is a bit ruthless, but he never hurt innocent people, you should trust your partner!"

   "You are right, but this is the first time I have perjured myself," Holz said bitterly.

  He received a call from Harry today, and he thought he had done something again.

   You won't know until you arrive.

   Dean shoots and kills a member of an evil group.

   But he was not at the scene, and found traces of the strong woman's resistance. What's even more outrageous is that the surveillance in the villa hall showed that it was clear that Dean and the woman hadn't spoken a word before the woman was kicked off.

  Just because of this.

  Dean would be suspended or even prosecuted.

   So Holz is distressed.

  Dean called him to tell him that he trusted him, but if you trust him, you should deal with the monitoring first, and then put on some traces!

   This is clearly forcing yourself to stand in line!

   While the two were talking.

  Dean drove Harry's tattered car to the outside of the manor.

  Harry Pidianpidian greeted him: "Dean, it depends on the situation that your affairs are handled very smoothly!"

   "Yes, it went very well." Dean threw the car keys to Harry: "There is some food in the car, you can give it to the brothers who help stand guard."

   "Come on!"

  Harry held several large and small bags inside, and called the patrolmen aside, leaving room for Dean and Holz to talk.

  Dean just glanced at Holz, and he knew that Holz was very entangled now.

  That's nice.

  Because of the entanglement, it shows that Holz has considered directly perjury.

  For two people who have only known each other for three months.

   This is already exaggerated.

   Dean smiled:

   "Dude, I know what you're struggling with, but you know what I've been through before? Dozens of homeless kids, trained to kill.

  Because of my decisiveness, I saved 17 people in time.

  But if I know that the woman has a problem, but I linger because I am worried about punishment and violations, then another seventeen children will be brainwashed to harm more people.

   They will create more orphans.

   Orphans will be taken away again and become accomplices.

   Come down over and over again!

   This country will collapse! "

  Dean patted Holz on the shoulder: "Dude, that woman actually blocked me from saving America, do you think he should die?"

   Holz: ".though but"

He let out a breath: "Well, although you are talking nonsense, Dean, I actually think it is right. I must be crazy. I will take care of that woman, but there is a child on the fourth floor. I will take care of that." No!"

"give it to me!"

  Dean smiled happily and walked into the hall of the villa happily.

  Don't say it.

  Although the animal taming skill is only level one, it is quite useful for acquaintances, especially those who are in awe of themselves, combined with psychological induction.

  If it wasn't for Mike Smith, who said in the letter that his son was a genius, Dean would have sent little Mike to the orphanage.

  A perverted son.

  He really can't afford to feel sympathy.

   But if a genius.

   Dean is interested.

  He is going to take a look first, and then consider how to deal with this child.

  Of course, if Little Mike has a slightly abnormal thought, then Holz doesn't mind wasting an extra body bag.

  The villa has four floors.

  Little Mike looked down at the book just like the last time Dean saw him, seemingly unaffected by what happened downstairs at all.

   Or rather.

   Little Mike heard it, but he didn't care.

  Dean looked at him for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

   Mind reading told him.

  Little Mike was not as calm as he imagined.

   This little guy is acting.

  Dean thought for a while, and walked over: "Let me introduce myself, I am Dean, this is something your father left you."

  Little Mike didn't move.

  Dean silently took out his pistol, pretending to be helpless and said:

   "I thought you were pitiful, and wanted to take care of you.

   I didn't expect Mike Smith's Affective Disorder to be unresponsive to the outside world. Forget it, the world is too tiring, so I'll send you to accompany him. "

   click.

   Gun loaded.

  Little Mike: "."

  He raised his head and said lightly: "You want to kill me?"

   Dean's heart moved.

  He seems to have discovered the way this little guy knows!

  So, Dean deliberately said: "Your father is a pervert. I don't know if you have been affected. To be on the safe side, there is no need for your family's blood to continue to reproduce."

   "Then you can castrate me, if you can't, I can teach you." Little Mike's tone was flat, as if he was not talking about castrating himself.

   Dean: "."

  Is this the magical brain circuit of patients with emotional deficits?

   Sure enough, the angle is so strange!

  The kid spoke so bluntly that Dean couldn't do it.

Little Mike glanced at him and lowered his head: "The way you look at me has not changed, which means you still want to kill me, but it's not worth it. There is no grudge between us, and I am not interested in some low-level emotions. You Don't be afraid of me."

   Heard this.

   Dean grinned.

  He's determined.

   Highlight: Eyes!

  Because of his inability to empathize, Little Mike cannot understand the true feelings and reactions of others when communicating. He can only use micro-expression analysis to make self-judgment rote.

   "Are you afraid of death?"

  Little Mike shook his head:

  "There is no fear in my world, and I don't know what fear is, just like I know you killed Ona, but I can't feel the emotion to avenge her.

  The book said.

  The killing intent originates from interests, jealousy, resentment and other emotions.

   But I'm only twelve years old, and I've never done anything bad, or done anything bad to anyone else.

  But my father's students, you, and Ona all had bad thoughts about me. "

  Little Mike raised his head: "I compared the descriptions in many books with the psychological reactions of real people, and I know that this is actually an emotional factor, an added variable.

  So I want to live and study these things that I can't understand. "

   "What you said is well-founded, but what does it have to do with me?"

"Then what benefits can I bring?" Little Mike put it in a more straightforward way: "You will only waste one bullet if you kill me, but if you let me go, I can give you some small Toy."

  He got up, and with his skinny legs like bamboo poles, he staggered to the small table that Dean had approached just now, and tapped twice on a certain position.

   Click.

  A lot of photos, raining down from the top of my head.

   Thanks for the five thousand book coins reward from the book friend 'Username is under review', thanks to the boss, congratulations on being promoted to a deacon!

   Thanks for the reward of 1,500 book coins from the book friends of 'Shi Shi Qiang Luck', thank you boss!

   Thanks to the "Fantasy Orange" book friend for the reward of 500 book coins, thank you boss!

  (end of this chapter)

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