North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 264

  Chapter 264 Jailbreak

   Just as Dean was bored, waiting for news from Barton.

  A man with a bad expression came to the prison director's office at this moment: "Rem, I thought that after the holiday, I would be able to see the email notification of the prisoner's death, but the result disappointed me."

  If Dean was here, he would recognize that this guy was the captain of the anti-narcotics team that led the team and took him to prison.

   Surrounded by smoke, a greasy fat man shook the cigar in his hand, and looked at the man who broke into his office with a smile: "Garrod, it's just a small role, so you shouldn't be asked to come here in person, right?"

   "But this little character is still alive and well."

Garald sat down on the fat man's ground unceremoniously, put his feet on the table, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said depressedly: "Rem, you know, the new mayor is lewd and perverted." The key point is that we have offended the Hada Group before, so we have to make some achievements and pay some price to stop him, the dog of the Hada Group."

   These words seemed to sting the fat supervisor who was in the prison and covered the sky with one hand.

Rem nodded in agreement: "I didn't expect the Hada Group to take over our city in the end. Now the City Z government is staffed by them. I have received notices that some drug lords have been released. In the days to come, we will It probably won't be any better."

   said.

He changed the subject: "Garrod, as far as I know, you helped Ben Mingda and vigorously cracked down on the Hada Group's drug trafficking channels in this area. Why are you willing to let us go so easily after the other side supports people? ?”

   In this chaotic kingdom dominated by drug lord gangsters.

  The prison system and the anti-drug system are often in collusion, making it difficult to distinguish between black and white.

  So the interests of the fat supervisor, Rem and Garrod, are intertwined.

   Heard the words.

Garald smiled proudly: "As long as there are enough interests, there is no permanent enemy. We did feel sorry for the people of the Hada Group before, but now we have also been forgiven by the new mayor. He is the son of the boss of the Hada Group. As long as Willing to protect us, the previous conflict was nothing more than a misunderstanding."

   "So what's the price?"

"woman!"

  Garrod lowered his head, hid his face in the shadows, and said lightly: "There are enough, safe enough, women of all ages and identities can be tortured, vented, and trained at will!"

   Pata~

   The cigar in Fatty Rem's hand slid off the table, rolling out a series of sparks on the ground.

  He licked his plump lips: "It turns out that the recent series of missing cases of residents and tourists are all caused by you..."

  Garrod exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head: "No, Rem, everyone, the police station, the anti-narcotics department, including your boss, this is our gift to the new ruler of this city."

  Those family members and tourists who reported the case, how could they have thought that their missing family members and friends, in fact, were these sanctimonious guys who packaged them up and sent them to **** on earth.

   What a **** of a joke.

   There was a long silence.

  The fat warden, Rem, said gratefully, "Thank you for your reminder, Garrod!"

   Hearing this, Jarod chuckled.

  This is actually the purpose of his coming here.

  In the new transformation, he needs reliable allies to ensure that his interests will not be damaged.

   As for Dean, the little character?

   It's just a passing mention.

  Garrod never even thought that he would still have a chance to see that panicked face full of grievances. The other party was more suitable to appear in the accidental death list sent to him by the prison.

   Send Jarod away.

  The warden, Rem, called and called the captain of the prison guard.

   "The Warden!"

  The captain of the prison guard greeted him respectfully.

  Rem casually threw a document in front of the other party: "Deal with it as soon as possible."

  The captain of the prison guard looked down, and there was a picture of a man named Dean on it.

  He has some impression of this person.

  The prison guard Barton under him said that this guy is a bit oily, and he is thinking about how to squeeze the other party's money.

pity.

   Now the warden has spoken.

   No matter how much money it is, it is impossible for him to allow Barton to continue wasting time on that Dean.

  The captain of the prison guard thought of this, nodded, took the documents, and left the office.

the other side.

Button was riding a motorcycle through the crowded and messy alleys. Even with five or six cousins ​​following him, his eyes were still looking around nervously, for fear that someone with short eyes would suddenly rush out and hit Shatter the wealth in his arms.

   After confirming the powerful effect of the 'burning blood' potion.

  Barton knew that the opportunity to change his life against the sky had come!

   But as that Dean said.

   In front of Jinshan, his strength is not enough, and he hastily exposed it, but he is seeking his own death.

  He is just an inconspicuous prison guard, and he will definitely not be able to eat this golden mountain.

  But he has been in prison for many years.

  Barton has a clear mind about the city's three teachings and nine schools.

   Now, he is going to take the potion to find a person who can eat this golden mountain and has a good reputation!

  In Mexico, the country of drug lords.

  The most powerful people are neither the officials nor the brutal gangs.

  The real powerful people are those drug lord groups!

   Those groups that have become popular not only have an army that is more elite than the official, but also control gangs of all sizes under their command. They are used as cannon fodder on the surface, occupying raw material production areas, and by the way, they are used to deter officials and civilians.

It can be said.

  They are the real masters of each city.

  Barton naturally couldn't get in touch with people of this level.

  But except for the drug lords.

  There is also a group of people who have invisible and intangible influence in this country, but have magical influence.

coincidentally.

  A few years ago, Barton came into contact with this group of people in order to protect his family!

  A group of people, riding a motorcycle through.

  Some drug addicts were hiding in the shade. When they saw this convoy, they quickly retracted their feet on the road, fearing that their feet would be crushed, and they would be beaten severely and lost their lives.

   not long.

  Barton, the small convoy, stopped in front of a small hotel.

  The small hotel doesn't seem to have much business.

The weird thing is.

   Around this shop, there are no drug addicts that can be seen everywhere, and even passers-by stay away from it, as if it is a restricted area.

"get off!"

  Barton waved his hand.

   Several cousins ​​got out of the car together, put their hands in their waists, and looked around vigilantly.

One of them looked to be in his forties, with a vicissitudes of life on his face, and stopped in front of Barton worriedly: "Barton, although I don't know what the opportunity you are talking about, this group of people is not as good as you imagined." Easy to deal with, are you sure you want to cooperate with them?"

  Patton nodded firmly: "There is no hope in this country. I don't want my children to continue to live carefully in this dirty country!"

   "Then we can smuggle to the next door...you."

   "Stop talking!"

Barton stopped his relatives from persuading him, with a firm attitude: "Don't be naive, no matter what country it is, the bottom is the group of people who are eaten meat, but they are just eaten by a different group of people. This opportunity was given by the ancestors. My guidance, if you don't give it a try, I won't be reconciled to death!”

   "Hey~"

  The middle-aged man sighed and got out of the way.

  Barton is the most active and capable person in their family generation.

   Now that he has made his decision.

   As a relative.

   They can only choose to support.

  Under the watchful eyes of his relatives, Barton walked firmly into the inconspicuous small hotel.

   This is a very common hotel with simple decoration. The entrance is a one-meter-high reception desk. Behind the reception desk, an old white man is dozing off in front of an old black and white TV.

  On the table, there is also a small bell and a room price list.

  But the dust attached to it is telling every guest who tries to stay here that this small hotel has not opened for a long time.

  Barton looked at the familiar face of the old man, swallowed, picked up the little bell, and shook it cautiously in the dust.

   Jingle ~

   Accompanied by a dull bell sound.

  The old man who was dozing off suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Barton standing at the front desk. After examining for a few seconds, he retracted his eyes and said hoarsely, "Single room or double room?"

"Double room"

  Barton found himself stuttering involuntarily when speaking.

"Double room?"

   Hear this answer.

  The old man looked strange.

  He touched the messy beard on his face: "I remember you, five years ago, you used a piece of information to let us kill the boss of a small gangster for you, you should know our rules!"

  Barton took a deep breath and nodded: "I know!"

   This place is actually one of the strongholds of a mysterious organization.

  The business of this organization includes assassination, intelligence trafficking, arms, etc., follows the exchange of equal value, has its own strongholds throughout Mexico, and has never been afraid of the officials here and those drug lord groups.

  Single room means doing business with less than one million dollars.

  Double room is to do business worth more than one million dollars.

   Obviously, in the eyes of the old man, Barton in front of him was not qualified to choose a double room, so he showed a strange expression.

   "Well, good luck!"

  The old man stretched out his hand, and at an angle that Barton couldn't see, he regularly pulled a thin wire in front of him.

   Ten seconds later.

  A woman with an expressionless face leaned out from the corner of the stairs on the second floor and waved to Barton.

  Patton touched the test tube on his chest subconsciously, and walked up nervously.

   Led by a woman.

  The two came to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

  The moment of entry.

  Barton seemed to hear a faint tinnitus.

   And when the door was closed.

  All sounds from the outside world were cut off, and the surroundings fell into a strange dead silence.

   "Here, all your actions will be kept secret, and now you can tell your intentions." The woman's voice was cold, and she sat alone on the seat in the center of the room, without any intention of entertaining Barton.

  Barton put his hands in his arms and took out the remaining test tubes containing the brown liquid: "This is an inestimable wealth. I need someone who can talk to me!"

   "Incalculable?"

  The woman chuckled lightly: "Is there a hundred million dollars?"

   "Absolutely more than that!"

Barton shook the test tube in his hand: "The raw materials of this thing do not exceed one hundred dollars, but I am sure that if it is sold, it will be worth ten thousand dollars. As long as you can get this money, there will be no men reject!"

Let's imagine.

  He just secretly dripped a little bit into the broth fed to the dogs, which made the whole dog farm agitated.

   This test tube, if used by a single person, can definitely be used for a long time.

  So the price of 10,000 US dollars, in Barton's opinion, is much more economical than those Wei brothers on the market.

  The woman was finally aroused by Barton's words.

  She glanced at Barton seriously again, then looked down at all of Barton's information on the electronic screen on the desktop, tapped the desktop twice, and asked tentatively, "New drugs?"

  Barton shook his head: "Brother Wei!"

woman:"."

   "Brother Wei?"

   "Hehe, could it be that these are some magical secret medicines in Mexico, because you are struggling to live, so you are going to sell them to us?"

  She stood up with a strange smile, walked up to Barton step by step, and looked down at the man in front of her.

  Brother Wei, the market is really huge.

  But there are not many products in the market that can really pass the international audit, and they have to compete with those established forces. It is really not just some hormone products that can rush in to get a share of the pie.

   The smell is tangy.

  Barton realized that this woman was actually a head taller than him.

He resisted the gaze that was drawn into the ditch, and lowered his head: "I know what I said is a bit whimsical, but only after trying it will I know the magic of this thing, it can crush all Weige products on the market now! "

   "Then shall I have a try with you now?"

  The woman stretched out her finger and picked Button's chin.

  Barton was puzzled, and licked his lips: "Is it okay?"

"Can!"

  The woman smiled charmingly.

next moment.

  Her slender thighs slammed against Barton's abdominal cavity, instantly disintegrating his resistance. At the same time, she took the test tube in her hand and lifted the stopper with one hand. Gululu fell down halfway in Barton's open mouth.

   Pata~

  After swallowing all the reagents, Barton hunched over and knelt down on the ground limply.

   Almost just two or three breaths.

  Hoo~

  Hot breath gushes out from Barton's mouth and nose.

  His cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, a large amount of sweat condensed on his forehead, and the baggy pants were raised high by the weapon Barton carried.

"so smart?"

  The woman raised her eyebrows.

   This guy who went to the bottom of the prison doesn't seem to be lying.

  Barton felt that his body was going to explode at this moment.

  A large amount of blood rushes through the blood vessels at a speed far exceeding the usual speed, and finally gathers continuously on the weapon made of sponge body. There is an urgent need for a suitable way to release it!

  He raised his head in a daze, and put his eyes full of desire on the woman in front of him.

   "This is not okay~"

  The woman sensed Barton's intentions, and she didn't show any mercy. At the moment Barton stood up and wanted to pounce, she took advantage of the situation and smashed Barton to the ground while taking the opportunity to lock Barton's legs.

   Accompanied by two clicks.

  Barton's two calves have turned into horoscopes, and he has lost the ability to move.

  But even under this kind of pain, Barton, whose blood boiled like a beast, seemed not to be aware of the pain. Under the urging of instinct, he still crawled towards the woman's leg in stockings, as if it was heaven.

  The woman had no choice but to dodge and leave the room.

   A moment.

  Several women with low-quality perfume walked into this special room

   Just when Barton broke two of his legs and one leg was about to wear down too much.

  The iron door of Dean's confinement room was also knocked on.

  Dean was resting his eyes with his eyes closed, when he heard the knock on the iron door, his spirit was a little sluggish.

   It should be that Barton tried the potion and brought results to himself!

  He slid up and got out of the way.

   click.

  The iron door was opened.

   What appeared in front of Dean was not Barton's face, but a tall middle-aged man in a prison uniform!

  Behind the middle-aged man, there was a prison guard standing.

  He glanced at Dean with pity, and said very formulaically: "Dude, congratulations, now someone is with you in confinement."

   Finished speaking.

  After the tall and middle-aged prisoner entered the small closed room, he immediately closed the iron door again.

  The confinement room is very small, only about four or five square meters.

  In addition to a bad bed, there is a toilet placed next to the bed.

  As soon as the tall middle-aged prisoner came in, he immediately occupied half of the confinement room, giving people a sense of oppression like a hill.

  He twisted the neck with the scorpion tattoo, and looked at the thin Dean contemptuously: "You are Dean?"

  Dean has realized that something is wrong.

  He backed away feigning timidity.

   But the confinement room is only so big.

  He only took two steps back, and his hands had already reached the wall.

   "Tell me, are you Dean?"

  The strong man followed the bully and blocked Dean in the corner, but he was not in a hurry to make a move.

  Uninteresting prison life.

  Even if a cockroach is found, it will be played by them.

   Kill such a skinny guy.

   is a very good pastime.

But the brawny man didn't notice that Dean's hands on the wall were just a cover-up, but in fact, his fingers had already touched his waist, hiding a small test tube filled with flocculents in his palm, and he kept rubbing his fingers around the fabric of his shirt. .

   See Dean not talking.

  The strong man lost interest in playing, untied his trouser belt, wrapped it around his hands, and collapsed in the air with a grinning grin: "I hope you won't be suffocated later."

   "You should have no chance to see it!"

  Dean counted the time and threw the test tube that was already changing in his hand, hitting the big open mouth of the strong man.

  The test tube is not big.

  The strong man swallowed it into his mouth and subconsciously wanted to spit it out.

  Dean took the opportunity to make a precise kick.

  Aww~

  The mournful howl echoed in the small confinement room.

   Confinement outside.

  The prison guard shrank his neck and cursed: "These perverts kill as soon as they kill, and they also like to torture people. Every time they make the scene disgusting!"

   But this miserable howl did not last long.

   Just when the strong man was struggling to get up, he vowed to tear up the **** who almost crippled him.

  A scorching heat and pressure erupted suddenly from his abdominal cavity

  The strong man looks like a strong flesh and blood skeleton, powerless to resist, like a blooming flower of flesh and blood, blooming in the confinement room, splashing blood and flesh evenly across half of the confinement room wall

  Drenched in the smelly blood, Dean curled up into a ball, secretly rejoicing that this was just a fake plastic bomb made of chemical bombs.

   Otherwise, replace it with a real plastic bomb, commonly known as C4. Even if it is a thumb-sized test tube, there will be a strong man's body as the first wave of impact, and you will be shocked to death by the explosion in the confined space.

   Suppressing the stench.

  Dean threw a piece of original large intestine hanging above his head aside.

  He took out another small test tube and rushed to the edge of the iron door.

next moment.

  The small window on the iron gate was opened, revealing the cursing face of the prison guard: "FK, you bastard, killing someone, it's like blowing up..."

  The words of the prison guard came to an abrupt end.

  The confinement room, like a scene of purgatory, frightened him into a daze.

Oh, God!

   Can anyone tell me what's going on here?

  Dean seized the opportunity, grabbed the prison guard's clothes with one hand, and put the test tube in front of him with the other: "This is explosives. If you don't want to be killed by the explosion, open the door for me!!"

  He didn't know if there was a problem with Barton, or if the group of anti-narcotics police who framed him put pressure on him.

   At the moment when the strong man appeared.

  Dean has no choice but to escape from prison!

   He has little jailbreak experience.

   So the plan is also very simple.

   Grab the gun.

   Free the prisoners, cause chaos, and get out!

   "small test tube"

   "Throw it into the other party's mouth..."

   Can you imagine that it was audited because of this

  (end of this chapter)

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