North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 290

  Chapter 290 Imprisonment

   Camp fire.

  Dean is like an ordinary climber, eating, drinking and meeting new friends.

   The hustle and bustle is coming to an end.

  Finally someone came over: "Hi, I'm Jimmy, alone?"

  Jimmy is a thin white young man with a pair of eyes, a warm smile, and a gentle look.

"Yes."

  Dean touched each other with a beer can: "I thought it was a girl who struck up a conversation with me tonight, but I didn't expect it to be a handsome guy."

   "Haha." Jimmy smiled knowingly and began to introduce some interesting routes around.

   Chatting and chatting.

  The beer in Dean's hand has already run out.

  Seeing this, Jimmy took out a new can and handed it over: "By the way, I have a temporary small group here. If you are interested, we can set off together tomorrow, which is also safer."

  Dean didn't seem to be very alert. He took the beer, took a sip, and said in confusion: "The signal here is very good, and there are no large beasts. Even if you are in danger, you should be rescued in time, right?"

   "That's true, but after all, there are so many people that it won't be so boring, and our team has two good girls." After speaking, Jimmy greeted him in the distance, and several men and women smiled and waved to them.

   "It's really good, my tent is here, tomorrow you can..."

  Dean's eyes lit up, and when he pointed at his tent, it seemed like a machine with a power failure, the sound gradually became smaller, and the beer can he was holding fell to the ground and fell down slowly.

  Looking at the fallen Dean, Jimmy smiled coldly, poured all his beer on Dean, and murmured: "Man, sometimes, people are more dangerous than beasts."

  Wait until Dean smells of alcohol.

  He turned around and said to the small group of guys he just pulled up: "Guys, this guy can't hold alcohol, come here, let's send him to a place where he can rest, or he will catch a cold."

   "Jimmy, you are really kind."

  A girl with an immature face ran over one step ahead of her companion.

  She has some affection for this boy she just met, and she doesn't want to miss a chance to be alone.

  The two, one on the left and the other on the right, wanted to lift up Dean, who smelled of alcohol.

   Push hard.

  Dean on the ground only raised his upper body a little, but fell down again because the two of them lacked strength.

   "Is this guy made of stone, so heavy?"

  The girl shook her hand suspiciously.

  She was not a pampered person, but when she pulled Dean, she felt like she was pulling a stone statue, which was solid and heavy, not like a real person.

   "Maybe he is a robot with alloy bones in his body."

   Jimmy shrugged and joked.

  In the end, it was Jimmy who called two more people, and the four raised their arms and legs before throwing the dead and dead Dean into the tent he built.

  The bonfire party is in the back.

  Some acquaintances, or newly acquainted men and women, tacitly walked into the grove outside the camp..

   Nobody cares about a drunk man.

the next day.

  Jimmy, who was hungover and exhausted all night, and his temporary companion, got up and planned to find Dean whom he met yesterday to climb the mountain together. After they passed by, they were surprised to find that the tent where Dean was located had disappeared.

   "Where's that guy?"

  A boy who helped lift Dean yesterday put his arms around his girlfriend he just met, with a bit of displeasure on his face.

  Even if you leave alone, at least say hello!

   Others also mostly expressed dissatisfaction.

  Jimmy quickly smoothed things out with a smile: "It should be because we got up too late, he was too lazy to wait for us, so he set off alone, okay, guys, pack up, we should go, don't let this matter affect your mood"

  When he spoke, he had a gentle smile on his face.

  Because Jimmy knew that five thousand dollars was already in hand!

   When leaving camp.

  Jimmy's companion vaguely heard someone discussing. In the morning, a rescue helicopter came and took away an unlucky guy who broke his leg while climbing a mountain in the dark last night.

   This made them feel a little more favorable for the perfect guarantee here.

   What a great place!

  Two masked men threw a sleeping man onto the cold concrete floor with difficulty, picked up the shackles, and locked his feet.

   "FK, this **** is heavy!"

   "Not only is it heavy, but it's also very sleepy. I thought I'd need a sedative shot."

   "His body is very strong, it is estimated that he can sell for a lot of money."

   Bang Dang~

  With the sound of the iron cage being locked, the chatter faded away.

   Wait until there is no movement.

  Dean slowly opened his eyes, got up and looked around.

  This seems to be a factory building made of cement, but it has been deliberately made into partitions for squatting toilets. Steel bars are installed outside each partition, and the configuration looks like a prison.

   There is a toilet and a roll of toilet paper with a faint fragrance inside.

   There is a retractable tray near the wall, which should be used to collect food.

  The ground is clean, the quilt looks good, and even a not-so-thick Simmons is thoughtfully laid on the bed.

  If it weren't for the thick chains on the feet, people who woke up would mistakenly think that this is a single room in a prison-themed hotel.

   The room opposite Dean is vacant.

  However, through the not-so-thick concrete barrier, he heard a slight cry from the compartment on his right.

   Dean stood up and stretched.

  It's really not easy to pretend to be dizzy all the way.

  He actually didn't realize that there was something wrong with the beer that Jimmy gave to him yesterday, and all the beer was sent into the subspace at the moment of the entrance, and it was just a pretentious test when he fell down.

   Turns out that guy really has a problem.

  Wait until three or four o'clock in the morning, someone came in, dragged himself away, pretended to be an injured person, packed up his tent and saluted, and sent him directly to the bottom of the mountain by helicopter, and drove away.

  The entire shipping process.

  Dean is in a state where his hands and feet are restricted.

  If he hadn't been conscious and had subspace as a guarantee, he really wouldn't have dared to take such a risk.

  Move your hands and feet a little.

  Dean knocked on the concrete wall next door to him: "Hey, crying guy, can you hear me?"

  The neighbor didn't seem to expect that Dean, who had just been sent here, would be in this state. After a long silence, he said hoarsely: "Aren't you afraid?"

   This is a female voice. From the voice, it should be young. There is fear in speaking.

  Dean turned into a special wire with his bare hands, and while picking the lock, he said casually: "It's useless to be afraid. When did you send it here? Do you know what this place is for?"

"I don't know where this place is, and I don't know how long I've been here, but it should be more than a month." The female neighbor estimated that she hadn't chatted for a long time, and she was more emotionally stable: "You were also sent here because you called an ambulance Is it?"

   "Call an ambulance?"

  Dean paused: "You mean, you called an ambulance and were sent here?"

   It seems that this Gayaozi gang has other channels for waistlines.

"Yes, I live alone. I had appendicitis, so I had to call an ambulance. Unexpectedly, after getting in the car, I was put on a breathing mask and passed out. When I woke up, my appendix was healed, but I was also locked up here. .”

  The woman saw that Dean was puzzled, and explained:

"People who come here, like me, just called for an ambulance and were sent here. There were also people who were stunned while climbing and sent here. There were also unlucky people who just had an affair and were sent here, including Several cities nearby.

  However, most of them were taken away soon after they were locked in.

  My neighbors have changed several times, but I don't know why, I have been locked up all the time, except that I have no freedom, and no one has come to hurt me. "

  click~

   Accompanied by a slight sound.

  The shackles on Dean's feet were opened.

  Aisles are monitored.

  Dean retracted the wire and crossed his knees on the ground: "Are you scared?"

   "Aren't you scared?"

The female neighbor became emotional: "I didn't make any contact with the outside world. People around me disappeared one by one. You don't even know whether they are imprisoning people for torture or doing some evil medical experiments. It's as if someone held a revolver on their head. , every time you pull the trigger, you will be scared to death, if you don't go out, I will go crazy!"

   said.

   bang bang bang~

  The sound of iron chains hitting the wall came from the next door.

next moment.

   What's up~

  Dean heard the obvious sound of electric current rushing.

  The irritable female neighbor was also calmed down by electric shocks, and she didn't move.

   Good guy.

  It turns out that the anklets on their feet are connected to electricity!

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  Dean was able to remove the ankle chain on the call, but he couldn't break through the iron railing under the watchful eyes of the monitor.

   But he is not in a hurry.

   When he came here, he threw the locators one by one along the way.

   Just wait for rescue.

  Of course, during this period, if there are idiots who are going to come in to draw blood or check their bodies for matching, Dean will not continue to waste time.

   After all, the town is abnormal, I don't know how long it took for this gang to find out.

  End early to avoid some **** things.

   This process did not last long.

   Shortly after the female neighbor was electrocuted.

  Two men wearing pig-headed hoods pushed a bunch of things to the single room where Dean was, and opened the iron door indifferently.

   Don't give Dean a chance to speak.

  One of them directly pressed a button.

next moment.

  A current flowed along the ankle chain to Dean's body, locking his muscles tightly and enjoying the joy of electric shock.

  Takes Dean down.

  The two skillfully took out the tools from the cart, ready to start drawing blood.

  The electric shock equipment here has been professionally adjusted to ensure that the person who is shocked will be in a weak state for the next few minutes.

Sudden.

  The person who grabbed Dean's palm and tried to puncture with a needle, frowned under the pig's mask.

"What's wrong?"

   The partner was a little dissatisfied: "Don't ink, I want to enjoy the **** the 104th later, she has already been matched, and there is not much time left for us to enjoy."

   This is one of their perks.

  Organ matching is most suitable for men and women in their teens. People in this age group generally have not been infected with various bad habits, and their organs are very healthy.

  However, the disappearance of young people has a relatively large impact.

  So most of them chose some young people who like to climb mountains.

  The captured women will be sent to do other things first, and only worthless ones will be sent to them, so there are not many goals for them to enjoy.

   "This guy's skin is a bit hard, it feels like cowhide."

  The man with the needle wants to say something else.

  Suddenly, his eyes under the pig-head mask widened, as if he saw something incredible!

  (end of this chapter)

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