North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 187

   Face the threat.

  Dean's execution efficiency is terribly high.

   An hour ago.

   He's still in suburban Los Angeles, dealing with ogre demons.

after an hour.

  He has returned to downtown Los Angeles and arrived at the target's residence.

  Among the people Dean knew, there was only one widow.

   Podolia!

  She is a police detective in the No. 1 Squadron of the Murder Division. Her husband died in the line of duty, and now she has a very young son. She is in her twenties, plump and mature, like a juicy peach, belonging to walking hormones.

at the same time.

  Podolia is also Yuko Yamaguchi's cousin.

  This afternoon, I also participated in the FBI's interrogation of Yuko Yamaguchi.

   Perfect for tipping off an ogre.

Now.

  Dean is going to send her back to her hometown to watch the cherry blossoms.

   Only problem.

  He wasn't sure that after his own testing, Podolia would stay in the residence obediently, waiting for the danger to come.

  For internal members of the 'Lucifer Game Organization'.

  Even a seemingly powerless woman, Dean did not dare to underestimate her in the slightest.

  In the age of firearms, how easy is it to kill a person?

  An eight or nine-year-old naughty boy can slaughter seven or eight strong men with a light snap of his fingers. It is easier than killing a chicken without a single drop of blood.

  Dean didn't want to use his flesh and blood to try the power of the bullet.

for safety.

  He chose to wait

   At the moment.

  Inside the house.

  Moonlight spreads.

   On the bed, a 'woman' with disheveled hair hugged a sleeping child, sleeping soundly, as if she didn't notice the crisis coming.

   But if someone is really stupid and runs to the head of the bed.

   There will be unexpected surprises!

  Another 'non-existent' in the cubicle on the architectural plan.

  Pordolia is wearing a full set of tight cotton clothes, like those yogis who show off their figure, with a small sword on their waist, and gloomy eyes, staring directly at the video in the surveillance.

  She has already reported to the organization that the ogre may have fallen and she was exposed.

  Many people don't know.

The Lucifer game organization seems to be based on the Internet, with four levels of 'elders, apostles, members, and tourists' to distinguish different levels of authority, but in reality, there are three uninitiated groups: field workers, special agents, and sweepers. Also the direct concealment sector.

   Among them, the most hidden ones are the secret service members.

They are similar to each other's signal towers, and they are responsible for digging suitable personnel, assessing new members in the area radiated by the "Lucifer Game Organization", and being responsible for intelligence support, technical support, and even in the event of local changes. Mobilize the scavenger team to mop up and wipe out the victims.

   And she, Puertolia, is a member of the secret service, responsible for the Los Angeles area, in the police force, looking for high-quality seedlings, reporting to the organization, absorbing and corrupting.

certainly.

  In addition to this layer of identity.

  Her own family is actually not simple. They have a gangster background and are responsible for some unspeakable intelligence collection work in the country.

  So Podolia joined the "Lucifer Game Organization" not only to satisfy some abnormal desires of her own, but also to use the intelligence network of this magical organization to provide the "Sakura Country" with some secret information about the American Federation.

   With the help of organization.

   Podolia is not worried about her own safety now.

  But the identity is exposed.

   means.

  She is on the bright side, and her value has been greatly reduced.

  This is unacceptable to Podolia!

  She couldn't figure out why she was so unlucky recently.

   The manipulator subdued the 'Toy Killer', but all the chess pieces died.

  Using my cousin to guide the 'Ogre Demon', but the Ogre Demon also died, and exposed himself!

   It made Podolia even more angry.

   One more thing!

  More than a month ago, she recommended a new talent from the police detective department to the organization.

  The other party has a lot of shortcomings. After the organization assessment, if it is seduced, framed by design, assisted by lures and threats, etc., the possibility of subduing it is very high.

   But he leaned over and hinted blatantly, but that **** didn't get in!

   It was all going well.

Podoria can directly save enough 'game currency' for promotion, gain greater authority of the organization, and get in touch with more insider information within the organization. Not only can it play more attentively, but it can also meet the internal needs of the "Sakura Kingdom" and provide for itself. Leave a way out.

   Now it's all ruined!

  Podolia's gaze was serious.

   During monitoring, everything is fine.

   But she knew it was just an illusion.

  During the phone call, if the other party can say the word "Sakura Blossom", in all likelihood, it is because they have confirmed their identity.

  If the other party does not want to give yourself a chance.

   Definitely coming tonight!

  As for the assistance organized, it is not known when it will be in place.

  The thought of hanging by a thread made Podolia uncontrollably think of a handsome and confident face.

  This person, named Dean, is the 'talent' she recommended to the organization.

  The organization continuously updates the other party's 'value' through monitoring task releases.

   As of now.

  'Lucifer Game Organization', the person responsible for evaluating this aspect, calculated the estimated reward for Podolia, which has been raised to 800 game coins.

   Podolia licked her lips.

   Developing a title elder, the reward provided is only a game currency reward of a little over a thousand.

   And one Dean is worth eight hundred!

  My apparent identity is no longer safe. Even if I don't hide my name, I can only use the organization's channels to go to other places overseas, change my name and surname, and develop again.

   Compared to first-line members.

  Pordolia hopes to become one of those who set the rules of the game in the organization, rather than fleeing overseas in embarrassment, and continue to work hard to accumulate hard-won organization game coins!

  Dean may be her only chance to come back.

  Cranky.

  Time passed bit by bit.

   It was almost one o'clock in the morning.

  buzz~

at this time.

  The mobile phone under Podolia vibrated slightly, and a red reminder appeared: The L7 scavenger team is already in place, and the communication channel is open, please contact as soon as possible.

  The force group sent by the organization to cover her departure, here they come!

  L, stands for Los Angeles.

  7, represents the seventh group.

  Organize the 5-9 team in Los Angeles, and Podolia is very familiar with it.

  Because these groups were established by the remnants of the gunmen she absorbed into the organization through the destruction of the Carmen family, they can be regarded as having some affection.

   "Bastard, you actually sent a group of cannon fodder!"

   Podolia's eyes flashed unwillingness, and she slowly got up.

   Now she can only pray that after she leaves the United States, the organization can successfully absorb the 'Dean' she recommended, lest she go overseas and have to start all over again.

  She took out her mobile phone, clicked on the new communication list that appeared on her mobile phone, and called out.

   "Widow, I'm glad you're okay."

   "Thank you, I'm at home now, but I'm not sure if the enemy is watching in the dark. I need you to ensure the safety of the surroundings before I come out!"

  ". Sorry, our equipment and personnel do not support this, and the order sent to us by the organization is to cover you and leave Los Angeles before six o'clock!

   Pick up your boat now, it's waiting right by the sea.

   Widow, your time is not much! "

   Hear here.

   Podolia's heart tightened!

  The meaning in the other party's words is obvious: I can't leave before dawn, so I will stay here forever!

  A cold look flashed in her eyes, she licked her red lips, and said softly, "Got it, I'll come out right away."

hang up the phone.

  Bordolia slowly drew out the small sword at her waist, and slashed her tongue along the cold edge of the knife, opened the dark cabinet, walked with the knife, and rushed out of the darkness in three or two steps.

  Under the moonlight.

  The shadow fell.

   A cold light flashed.

  On the bed, the neck of the sleeping child rolled off the bed like a ball.

Podolia shook the blade, took out a piece of white cloth that had been prepared a long time ago, wrapped the **** 'ball' that had rolled to the bottom of the bed, kissed tenderly, put on the large foreign clothes of Sakura Kingdom, and hid the Kodachi in the cross In the meantime, put the 'ball' on your back and walk out.

  Having practiced the ancient fighting method for more than twenty years.

  Podolia is confident enough that in the blink of an eye, she kills the seven-step enemy, blood stains her whole body without fear of guns.

   She is young and does not want to die.

  So who doesn't have eyes today!

  Who dies!

  Outside the house.

  Two cars parked majestically outside the house in Podolia.

  Five or six people stood scattered around the car with guns, and looked around vigilantly with their eyes, but they didn't find Dean who had been watching them secretly.

  Podolia's evaluation of them is very pertinent.

   This is a group of rabble who are suitable for watching construction sites, and cannon fodder gunners trained by the Carmen family.

   crunch~

   With the door open.

  Pordolia wore a kimono, stepped on sneakers, and walked out of the house in a nondescript manner stepping on the shadows.

   She frowned and looked at the receptionist on the side of the road.

   These idiots, don't they know that standing under the light means there is no threat?

   Don't wait for her to think about it.

  A bearded man wearing a baseball cap waved at her: "We have obtained the retreat route, you are timed out!"

  Podolia scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no problem, she stepped on strange steps and walked towards the crowd.

Each step.

  Her figure is covered by the plants and buildings outside the yard.

  In this way, not only can you avoid being sniped, but you can also find a cover as soon as possible to protect yourself after encountering an attack.

  The receptionists are all rude.

  They stared straight at the walking, the whiteness and softness leaking out from under the crossed skirts, and they couldn't help but breathe heavily.

   Several people looked at each other and nodded slightly.

  Everything is self-evident.

  The two sides meet.

  Everything is safe and sound.

  Bodolia breathed a sigh of relief, facing everyone's fiery eyes, smiled and said: "L7, you were the organization I recruited back then, can you tell me that the organization is really planning to send me away?"

  The leading strong man nodded: "Yes, get in the car, let's."

  The hem of the clothes carried a delicate fragrance, pouring into the man's nostrils.

next moment.

  He only felt a slight chill in his throat, and then he heard the sound of a fountain surging, as the blood vessels rushed to his throat, taking away the strength and warmth of his whole body.

  The skirt falls.

  The people behind the leading strong man are still amazed at the openness of this woman, when she was in the air force.

   Podolia glared at her little feet and kicked the leading strong man behind him.

  Zi~

  A bloodstain exploded just right, and the blood spattered, spraying the people behind him into a daze, and only had time to instinctively close their eyes.

   Eyes closed.

   They completely lost the opportunity to start again.

  Podolia took the opportunity to slash with a knife, nimble as a rabbit, cutting willow leaves through the wind, with the ruthlessness of a knife cutting the throat in lightness.

   Just a moment.

  The petite man, drenched in rain of blood, rushed out of the crowd and stood with a knife.

   Behind.

  Five or six men, five big and three thick, were armed with rifles, clutching their half-slit throats, and fell down powerlessly, making the cold air around them smell of blood.

  Bordolia breathed out a hot breath, shook the small hand holding the knife, and after shaking off the sticky blood, put the knife into the sheath, without looking back, and walked towards another car.

  In fact, she didn't have any definite evidence that there was something wrong with the people who supported her, but she just felt that the way they looked at her was too presumptuous.

   Only those who are no longer afraid of themselves will have such an attitude.

   So they die.

  It is better to kill the wrong one than to let it go.

  Bordolia never lets fate choose her, but only actively chooses fate.

  Even if it's the wrong way.

   Pull open the pickup truck door.

  Printed into Podolia's eyes, it turned out to be a body bag and a bundle of nylon ropes.

  She pursed her lips.

very good.

  It seems that the so-called sending yourself to sea is actually sending yourself to sleep at the bottom of the sea.

   What a disappointment.

  Podolia shook her head regretfully, got in the car, started it, and prepared to drive into the city.

  Since they are all ready to leave.

   Then just kill that little boy of Dean.

  What she can't get and what she wants to lose, can only feel at ease if she destroys it with her own hands!

   Point-before-kill is good.

   It happened that he sent off his predecessor's son with his own hands.

   It would be a beautiful thing if you can get the seed of Mr. Dean.

   Podolia fantasizes about her future life.

next moment.

   There was a soft hum.

  She covered her neck and looked at the green forest outside the window in amazement:

  I saw a man wearing a white mask, waved at her, put his hands in his pockets, and left slowly

   There are still people!

   A sense of dizziness came to my head.

  Podolia gritted her teeth, and abruptly pulled out the short needle pierced into her neck.

  She slumped on the quilt chair, allowing the blood in her neck to quickly congeal and turn black. In a trance, the familiar figure flashed across her eyes.

   Dean!

  The masked man who keeps sabotaging his actions is Dean

  A long while.

  Dean goes and comes back.

  He walked to the car and looked at the wide-eyed, dying Podolia, feeling strange in his heart.

to be honest.

  Although he thought that Podolia was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, he also never thought that this mature widow would be so tough, cutting people like grass.

  Several heavily armed men.

   In less than two seconds, they rushed to the street collectively.

can only say.

  It is not unreasonable that some things can still be passed down to this day after the rise of firearms and firearms.

   Taking advantage of the situation here, no one noticed.

  Dean pushed open the car door and searched for Podolia's body.

   Clothes ripped apart.

  Dean was disappointed to find that apart from a Taidao, some scattered banknotes, and a forged identity certificate, Podolia only had things hidden in the small bag on his back.

   "I hope there will be something about the Lucifer game organization on this."

  Dean opened the package with some expectation in his heart.

  Into the eyes, it was a 'blood-stained ball' with eyes closed, the size of an adult's palm.

  This ball, estimated to be only one or two years old, mixed blood, when it left the body, it should have been in a deep sleep, was cut by a sharp knife, and left the world without waking up.

   Dean is numb.

   As far as he knew.

   Podolia's son, seems to be so old.

   Indeed.

   Fleeing with a child is hard.

  However, Podolia directly killed his own son

   Ruthless.

  Dean shook his head, lost in nothing, and disappeared into the dark night before dawn.

  Next.

  I can only expect Anbei to help me find out why the 'Lucifer Game Organization' pays attention to me.

  Have a busy night.

   Back to the hotel, sleep!

  Thank you for the reward of 1,500 book coins from 'Dream Brother Tianzi', thank you boss!

  Thanks to the two book friends 'Nie MIX Yan' and 'NickHUXT' for their rewards, and thanks to the two bosses!

  Around 10:30, there is also the monthly pass for last month.

Chapter end