North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 270

  In the suburbs of Los Angeles, an unremarkable small shooting range.

A little sleepy-eyed old man parked the truck in front of Dean, took a sip of spirits to sober up, and said, "Inspector Dean, so many weapons have almost emptied my den." , it seems that there are quite a few people in your team."

  Dean looked at the carriage full of guns with satisfaction, and said casually: "Old Thiel, what team?"

  Old Tell is the boss of this shooting range.

  Of course, this shooting range is guarded by him alone, and he is completely in a state of laissez-faire. Only some citizens who have been hunting here all year round, or those who need to change their guns, will occasionally invite friends to come here to play.

   Seeing Dean's reaction, Old Thiel realized that he had misunderstood.

  He froze for a moment, and pointed to the back compartment: "There are so many weapons and ammunition, Mr. Inspector, don't you want to play alone all day?"

  Guns and ammunition worth tens of thousands of dollars.

  He doesn't think anyone's body can handle it.

Hearing this, Dean smiled without saying a word, took out a thick stack of beautiful knives from his pocket with his backhand, and threw it on Old Tell: "I just want to get familiar with all kinds of firearms, by the way, Old Tell, where are you? There should be some small pineapples, please help me get a few too."

  Old Thiel looked at Dean, then at the stack of bills worth at least a few thousand dollars, choked his throat, and hesitated.

   "Don't think too much, I'm just in a bad mood and want to vent, old Tyre, you don't think that with my position, you can't get these things in other places, do you?"

"All right."

  Thinking that Dean was already a police inspector at a young age, Old Thiel also felt that he was overthinking.

  He first assisted Dean to move the boxes of weapons and ammunition out of the car before getting back into the car, ready to go to his arsenal and get the pineapple that Dean asked for.

  See him leave.

Dean couldn't wait to take a small-caliber pistol with a relatively small power coefficient, pointed it at the side of his body, and pulled the trigger. At the same time, the moment he pulled the trigger, his consciousness aroused the subspace, trying to suppress the incoming bullets. , incorporated into the subspace.

next moment.

  It was as if a big hammer hit Dean's mind heavily.

  He snorted fiercely, and sat down on the ground unsteadily.

   It was delayed for a long time.

  Dean stood up again with an ugly face.

  His conjecture succeeded, but it also failed.

  Dean never expected that there is actually a price for storing things in the subspace!

   The price is that it will consume his mental strength.

   It's just that his previous attempts were all static and dead objects, and his spirit is very active, so the feeling is not obvious.

  But when a bullet came with powerful kinetic energy, Dean suffered immediately.

  The feeling of being hit by a sledgehammer in the head is really uncomfortable.

  Even if it's a little bit more relaxed now.

  Dean still felt that his mental state was still much weaker than before.

  He put down the pistol, a little disappointed: "It seems that in the subspace, you can only try to store the bullets that are fired at you in times of crisis, otherwise I won't be able to bear it."

   But fortunately, there are still gains.

  The experiment just now verified Dean's subspace. Within the envelope, as long as the spirit can bear it, it can contain all the dead things that shoot at him.

  Crisis time.

  Using it to save life and fake death will have miraculous effects.

and

  Dean stared at the bushes aside.

next moment.

  A bullet shot out from Dean's right eye out of thin air, and hit an unknown insect flying in the grass, killing it on the spot!

"handsome!"

   Dean grinned.

  Although the storage of bullets is limited by my own mental strength, it is impossible to store the bullets in the lasing on a large scale and put them in the space as a killer.

  But if one or two bullets are stored every day, it will still be enough in times of crisis.

  In fact, with Dean's nervous reaction, suddenly pulling out a gun from the subspace and then firing rapidly, it will not be much slower than this sudden burst of bullets, but the key to this unexpected way of releasing bullets is handsome!

Let's imagine.

  One day when I was playing poker naked, suddenly an enemy attacked, and I raised my finger in a calm manner, biu's imaginary finger, the enemy responded with a headshot

  Just thinking about it makes Dean feel like he's going to get high.

   Maybe this is the happiness of a man.

   Because of the sudden discovery of the limitations of the subspace.

  Dean's previous idea, of course, doesn't work.

   But money can't be wasted.

  All day long, he spent at the shooting range.

  During this period, Dean tested it and found that compared with bullets, subspace has lower storage pressure and better defense effect on the impact of fragments from pineapple explosions and group attacks from shotguns.

  So he also stored the two shotgun pellets that had just been fired, and some of the fragments from the explosion of the pineapple. After ensuring the diversity of his techniques, he returned to the apartment with gunpowder all over his body.

   For this experiment.

   Overall, Dean is still very satisfied.

   However, the continuous use of the subspace to store impact objects caused his mental state to be depressed and he needed to sleep to recover.

  He is going to wait until he wakes up, and then consider preparing some things, and keep them in the subspace, just in case.

   Just as Dean was falling asleep early.

  The former captain Meng, who hadn't appeared in front of Dean for a long time, put down the phone worriedly.

   Today is a holiday.

  He is taking his wife and children, making barbecue picnics in his small yard.

  Family, children, sunshine, pleasant breeze

   All of this made Meng En, a guy with a smooth career, feel happy.

  But the call just now broke his originally good mood.

  Meng's wife, keenly noticed the change in Meng'en's mood, passed over a bunch of roasted vegetables calmly, and asked, "What's the matter, Mengen?"

Meng En didn't want to spread his bad mood to his family members, so he restrained his emotions and shrugged his shoulders: "It's all about complaints, you know, since I became the director of the internal affairs department, some old friends often come to see I beg for mercy, after all, in terms of law enforcement, many police officers really don't matter."

  In a country where guns are rampant, the police is actually not a good profession.

  Because these people have been in a state of mental tension for a long time, they are easy to shoot when they are stressed, causing accidental injury and manslaughter, and then forming more serious psychological problems.

  And if this state cannot be maintained, it is easy to die in the line of duty.

  Almost every police officer with outstanding performance cannot escape the experience of receiving a large number of complaints.

   And these police officers are generally the backbone and elite of each police station.

  So Meng En, the supervisor of the internal affairs department, often needs to spend a lot of energy in coordinating these things, and it is indeed more tiring than when he was the captain before.

  Meng En's wife saw her husband's insincere words at a glance.

  But she didn't continue talking, just nodded and smiled softly: "Well, if you need to deal with things, go ahead and take care of the children."

  Mun gratefully kissed his wife on the forehead, apologized to his young children, returned to the house, changed his clothes, and drove to a high-end private club with many Asian faces.

   Under the leadership of the waiter.

  Meng soon appeared in an office decorated in a minimalist style, and towards the person in charge, he said respectfully: "Mr. Saul!"

   This person is exactly Munn's backer - Saul Aston, who is also the mayor of Los Angeles today.

  In the air of the office, there are some smells that men can understand.

   Apparently something unspeakable was happening here before Mengen came in.

  Sol, who was proud of the spring breeze, straightened his collar, picked up the cigar on the table to warm up, and said softly: "Meng, how is the matter going?"

  Meng, an old white man with elegant temperament, lowered his head: "It has been dealt with. If necessary, I can take Dean down at any time, but he is very capable, I."

  Boom~

  Sol knocked on the table: "Then take him down!"

   "Understood, Mr. Saul!"

  Meng walked out of the office a little lonely.

   It's not that he and Dean have such a deep relationship. He simply thinks that Dean is his horse boy, and before Sol also put on an attitude of valuing Dean.

   Now he shot Dean for no apparent reason.

   This made Meng En feel a little uneasy.

   This kind of anxiety includes worry about his own future and guilt for Dean.

   This guy is really capable, but since he took office, he has acted very steadfastly. He has received a lot of complaints. There are also many perfunctory points in the reports of many cases, but he suppressed them and did not pursue them.

   Now, these complaints and case reports will be strong evidence to get Dean suspended.

  The previous administrative leave for Dean was actually a beginning.

  And this time, it is really ready to do it.

  Who did Dean offend?

  Mun doesn't think that Saul Aston, the new power in Los Angeles, would have any idea of ​​arguing against a small role under his command for no reason.

   This is so unnatural!

  After Munn left.

  Office, a black-haired stunner, from the rest room inside, like a cat, silently, sat in Sol's arms: "You are really a trustworthy person, Mr. Sol."

  Sol breathed out a puff of smoke, looking at the ceiling above his head: "I have fulfilled my promise to you, now is the time for you to repay me!"

  Dean, is just a small character.

  But this little character just happened to offend a family in Xiaori Stupid Country because of the ogre case, and many female members of this family married many white employees of Z House in Los Angeles.

  Sol needs Japanese people to contain the wealthy Chinese businessmen below him.

  Those Japanese people, after experiencing the last incident, also realized that they need to find a more powerful backer in Los Angeles.

coincidentally.

  Many Japanese people actually have some connection with Wanwan Island, which is the power of Sol's mother's family.

  Under this appeal.

  By the way, the two parties made contact through the matter of Dean's small role.

  So Dean, it was just bad luck.

   "Yamaguchi family, at your service"

  The woman chuckled, slipped from Sol's arms, and squatted down

  In order to prevent harmony, they will not be promoted.

  The protagonist begins to transition to the FBI, concentrating on investigating major and horrific cases.

Chapter end