North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 263

  Chapter 263 Preparation of Aphrodisiac Potion

   Before seeing the real thing, Barton, the prison guard in front of him, couldn't give much support. Dean also needed to test the energy of this temporary partner in the prison.

  So.

   Facing Barton's inquiry.

  Dean said casually: "I need a relatively quiet space, and the other is raw materials, tools for purification"

"stop!"

Faced with a bunch of incomprehensible words, Barton raised his hand with a headache, and said bluntly: "Dude, you don't think this prison is run by my family, do you? It's safe, and then you give me a list, I need to see the samples first, and then deepen cooperation with you!”

   This guy is a semi-illiterate man, but he has been in a chaotic prison for so many years, but his mind is very flexible.

  Barton knew very well that if what the skinny guy in front of him said was true, he would definitely not be able to eat it by himself. It was more suitable for him to hold a sample and find a suitable thigh as a bargaining chip for turning over.

   In this way, you can also avoid being tricked by Dean.

  Dean shrugged indifferently: "No problem, please hurry up and prepare some food by the way. I am very hungry and weak now."

"knew!"

  Under the arrangement of old Youtiao Button.

  Dean was taken by him to a small room of about four or five square meters, which was barely enough for a person to lie down on, and the bedside was a toilet.

  Barton dropped the paper and pen: "The environment is not very good, but your safety can be guaranteed. In addition, I will bring you food before I get off work. I hope to see your list then."

"no problem!"

  Dean scanned the surrounding environment, lay calmly on the bed full of stench, and began to write what he needed.

  Wait until Barton leaves.

  The door of the confinement room was closed, only a faint light fell from the skylight above the head.

  Dean also directly dropped the pen in his hand.

   This environment.

  Normal people will have psychological problems after staying for a few days!

  But Dean had stayed in a harsher environment than this in his previous life, so apart from physical discomfort, he didn't feel any psychological discomfort at all.

   He sat on the wet and cold bed board, thinking carefully.

  Barton didn't seem to introduce himself, but according to his choice and arrangement, he had already leaked his situation to Dean.

First of all, prisons with lazy guards like this definitely have good single rooms, which are provided to rich people such as gang leaders and drug lords. generate income.

  Barton arranged him in a confinement room where no normal prisoner would want to come.

  This shows that the other party does not have the dominance that he has shown in this prison system. At most, he is an old fritter, well-informed, and can slightly influence the prison guards around him.

   Dean was even skeptical.

  Barton specially arranged for himself to be in this confinement room, and he also had to find excuses, by the way, spend money to bribe fellow prison guards around him, so as to prevent them from going out to gossip or arouse suspicion.

   "The Drug Enforcement Department is undoubtedly trying to kill me, to make sure that this body friend's extermination case is confirmed, and to avoid mistakes.

  So they arranged their body in the special cell where the fat man was.

  Barton's asylum, once discovered, probably won't last long.

  I need to get things out as soon as possible, and then let this Barton attract enough people or forces to protect me!

   The time left for me is running out! "

  Sort these things out.

  Dean took a breath of the stinky humid air, grabbed the pen on the bed again, and began to write and draw on the paper.

   It may be due to the strong mental attributes.

  Although the memory provided by this body seems to be separated by a thin layer of veil, Dean can now write Mexican characters freely and perform translation conversion.

   But just to be on the safe side.

  He also wrote notes in English under each chemical item, and at the same time mixed some materials for making explosives into these lists.

  The things Barton brought in for the first time must not have much weight.

  Dean wasn't sure if the guy could cover himself.

  So he needs to prepare some self-protection things for himself.

   Time soon came to the evening.

  Barton greeted some colleagues pushing the trolley familiarly.

   Someone saw him carrying a lunch box, and joked: "Greedy Barton, it seems that you have met a fat sheep again."

  Barton's eyes flashed with displeasure, but a hearty smile appeared on his face: "Yes, the other party is a little oily, and when the holidays come, I will invite the guys to a **** for a good drink!"

   This relieved some jealous eyes a lot.

   In fact, Barton was already scolding in his heart.

  I must be insane. I would actually cooperate with a small character who was slapped and doomed to death. I also spent my own money for this, pretending to want to drain the place and avoid the attention of colleagues.

   But this is an essential procedure to avoid being suspected.

  If that guy named Dean lied to himself, then he would be out of luck this time!

  With apprehension.

  Barton exchanged greetings with the colleagues guarding the confinement room for a while, and knocked on the door of Dean's cell.

   Accompanied by a sound of iron plate friction.

  The lower part of the gate reveals a small square hole the size of two palms of a normal person.

Barton stuffed the food he had brought into it, and said loudly, "This is the food you want, buddy, I said, if your family is willing to pay more money, you don't even need to live in this kind of animal. address!"

  In the confinement room, Dean smiled knowingly.

  Barton's reaction was the same as he had guessed before.

   This guy is also betting that he didn't lie to him.

  That's nice.

  The more you invest.

  Barton will do his best to help himself in the face of sunk costs.

  Dean accepted the food bag knowingly, and at the same time, he took the opportunity to stuff the written paper into Barton's palm.

  Barton glanced down and saw the densely packed text on it. While he was relieved, he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

  Let's not talk about so many things whose names I don't understand, whether I can get them, and how to send them to Dean's confinement room in a reasonable way without arousing the suspicion of my colleagues.

  Only during the preparation of materials.

   It costs a lot to raise this guy, Dean.

   "If you find out that you are lying to me in the end, I will definitely get you to the dog house and earn some money back!"

  Barton thought viciously in his heart, and came to the colleague guarding the confinement room, muttered a few words, expressing that he planned to force Dean, who had just been sent in, in two days, and then the two would change shifts.

  After getting the hint of sharing.

  The colleague readily agreed, and said that before he got it, he would look at Dean a little bit, so that if he didn't get the money, he would be gone.

   Get colleagues.

  Barton left work in a hurry, excused something at home, issued a prison pass, and hurried to find someone to buy the supplies on the note.

   Two days later.

   Just when Dean was also worried about the time limit for his mission, Barton finally came back.

   "How did you send this huge pile of things in openly?"

  Dean looked at Barton, opened the door of the confinement room directly, and pushed a large cart of things to him. He was still a little surprised, and even wondered if he had knocked on Barton.

  Seeing the surprise on Dean's face.

Barton smiled triumphantly: "Tonight, I am the only guard here. Under normal circumstances, members of the inspection team would not come to a place like the confinement room, so now you have a whole night to figure out what you said! "

   "Just in the guard room?"

   "It's in the guard room!"

Button's smiling face turned into a vicious one: "Do you know how much these **** things cost me? Those **** only charged US dollars. If I hadn't let my son steal a batch of chemical tools from their school, I would have It's even going bankrupt!"

   "But these things are actually worthless!"

  Dean was speechless.

  The most expensive of these materials are actually the ingredients he added to make explosives.

   "But it doesn't affect that I'm actually a poor ghost!" Barton twisted his neck: "Hurry up, I want to personally watch what you bought with all my wealth and make a potion that changes our destiny!"

  Although this does not match what I predicted.

  Dean can only choose to stabilize Barton first.

   Wait for things to be made.

   At that time, he will have the final say!

   At least until the formula is out of your control.

  The impotence formula that Little Mike accidentally created has no name.

   After getting it, Dean taught himself the knowledge of chemistry and tried to configure it, so this time he configured it with ease.

   Put on a gas mask.

  Dean arranged it skillfully.

  Although Barton couldn't understand, seeing Dean's calm appearance and smooth operation, his originally uneasy heart gradually settled down.

time flies.

   Accompanied by some chemical reactions.

  The guard room, which was originally leaking everywhere, was filled with a pungent and disgusting smell.

  Barton only prepared a gas mask, so he walked out of the guard room cursing, smoking outside, and preventing colleagues from approaching by the way, exposing all this.

  Dean took this opportunity to speed up, and mixed several materials that had been purified in advance into test tubes, and finally obtained about 100ml of orange liquid.

   This thing is actually some flammable chemical liquid. After being smashed out, the upper and lower layers will touch, and it will explode and burn.

   But before being processed, it is very unstable and not convenient to carry around.

   But that didn't bother Dean.

  He then added some gel and other materials into the test tube and put it aside.

  After Dean successfully extracted the aphrodisiac potion, the chemical bomb in the test tube also became a mass of latex-like substance, commonly known as a plastic bomb.

   This thing is not very powerful, but it is easy to carry, concealed, and suitable for self-protection and directional blasting.

  Dean put away his things carefully, glanced outside, and saw that Barton was covering his nose, squatting on the ground, smoking a cigarette depressedly, so he continued to prepare the deodorant spray.

  Deodorant spray does not remove the smell of the body, but interferes with the smell emitted by the body to prevent animals such as police dogs from tracking.

   This is also what Dean prepared for himself.

  In case the situation changes.

  For the mission, he can only choose to escape from prison.

time flies.

  Unknowingly, there were cigarette butts all over the ground under Barton's feet.

  He took out his phone and checked the time.

  It is already past three o'clock in the morning, and five o'clock is the shift change time.

  He needs to get rid of those things in the guard room before then.

  So.

  Barton couldn't help but stood up and was about to ask Dean about the configuration progress. When he turned his head, he saw Dean coming out of the guard room holding two small test tubes.

"Done yet?"

"Very well, this is the vault in my mouth!" Dean put the test tube containing the brown liquid in front of Barton: "I call it burning blood. As long as it is a mammal, after drinking it, the blood vessels will expand. Inspire the pile driver instinct!"

  Looking at the unattractive thing in front of him.

  Barton held his breath subconsciously, and took the things carefully.

  See the confidence on Dean's face.

this moment.

  He knew he was right!

   But for the sake of safety.

  He still needs to take this thing first to test it out!

   "I'll give it a try first, before that, buddy, you still need to stay in the confinement room!"

   "Okay, I hope to see you again, Barton, you are here to pick me up from this stinking prison!"

  Put Dean back into custody.

  Barton hastily dealt with the scene, and after the shift, he came to the place where the patrol team bred police dogs.

   "Barton, what are you doing here?"

  The prison guard who was preparing to feed food looked at Barton who came over strangely.

  Barton yawned: "Geluo, my son's birthday is coming soon, is there a little **** here, I want to send a pup to my son!"

  The prison guard named Gero rolled his eyes: "It's not yet their estrus period, you can go to the pet store to see, they will use drugs to make pets go into estrus, regardless of the season."

   "Oh~ the price is not cheap there"

   "Yes, but I heard that you have been eyeing a fat sheep recently, so it shouldn't be short of this money."

   During the conversation.

  By taking advantage of his colleagues not paying attention, Barton poured the brown liquid in a test tube, which is the 'burning blood' prepared by Dean, into the feeding soup bucket in front of Gro, and left pretending to be disappointed.

  After leaving the kennel.

  Barton pretended to go away and smoke, leaning against the outer wall, anxiously waiting for the reaction inside.

  He didn't lie to Dean.

  Although he was in prison, he made a lot of money, but most of it was used by Barton to honor his supervisor and maintain the relationship between colleagues, and the rest was used to support his family.

But unfortunately.

  His wife is addicted to painkillers.

   So he did have a hard time.

  This is also the reason why Barton took out his small savings and chose to give it a go after he was a little sure that Dean was not fooling himself, even though he felt unreliable.

   While Barton was anxiously waiting.

   Kennels.

  Some of the police dogs who ate the food first began to react in their bodies.

  They started to yell, their eyes were bloodshot, they were whimpering all over, and the corners of their mouths were drooling, and they hit the iron cage without fear of pain.

  Outside the door, Barton showed a hearty smile amidst the exclamation of the feeder Gro.

   Bet right!

  (end of this chapter)

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