North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 328

  Chapter 328 Destruction

  The night was dark.

  Papapapa~

   A group of people knelt on the cold ground with their heads bowed. Regardless of the numbness of their knees, they just kept hitting their swollen faces hard. It seemed that this way could give them a sense of security.

  In front of them, a man with a ball head, his head resting on the ground, his back arched, trembling all over, a blood-stained knife tip pierced his abdomen, the ground was blood-stained, and he actually committed seppuku by enduring the pain.

   This method of death is extremely painful.

  In ancient times, there would often be a person holding a big knife at the side, cutting off the seppuku's head in time to relieve the other party's pain, which can be regarded as fulfilling the Bushido spirit of the seppuku.

   The meatball's head is so awesome, it's not because of his strong willpower.

   Simply because times have changed.

  Before the seppuku, he injected himself with medicine in advance.

   But even so.

   Maruko samurai head, physical pain and mental panic, almost reached the limit.

  Prisoner on stage with rich experience.

  Seeing the trembling of Samurai Maruko's head and body, he strode forward without the slightest hesitation. The double rib-jawed knives at his waist flashed coldly under the moonlight, and blood water rose into the sky like a fountain.

   A twisted and ferocious head, Gululu turned on the ground.

  The wide-eyed eyes of the sock samurai blinked slightly, and he only had time to sigh with emotion before his consciousness completely sank into the darkness:

   What a fast knife!

   Beheaded the head of Maruko warrior with one knife.

  The prisoner gently flicked the sword in his hand, the moonlight was like running water, the blood-colored mist was smeared, and the blood did not account for it, and the inconspicuous appearance of the previous dark silver was restored.

  ka~

  Put the knife back into its sheath.

  The man raised his head on the ground, and a trace of bloodthirsty flashed in the depths of his eyes.

  This kind of feeling of oppression in the heart, like a puppet, with the sharp tip of a knife piercing through the body little by little, most people will stretch their minds to the limit.

   At this time, the head of the knife.

  The rapidly running blood sprayed out and turned into a fountain, which is really the most beautiful scenery in the world.

   Unfortunately, this is not the Warring States Period.

  Otherwise, he will definitely enjoy this beautiful scenery every day.

The man took a deep breath of the stench that permeated the air, sank into his dantian, and made a sound like thunder, interrupting the self-mutilation of everyone in the yard: "That black pig killed Team Leader Yamamoto and was rescued. It hurt the face of our Yamaguchi group, now I want to choose three warriors from among you, and kill their families to show it."

  The majestic little Baga language has not been finished yet.

   bang~

  A gunshot suddenly came from the front hall.

  This sudden change caused the man's expression to change slightly.

   Don't wait for his reaction.

   Bang Dang~

  The poor-quality wooden sliding door was lifted off by someone.

  A group of five big and three thick gunmen wearing pale masks poured into the courtyard one after another, and in just a short while, they killed all the little Luo Luo who were in charge of standing guard in the front hall.

   This group of people didn't say a word, and they acted extremely fiercely. They would kill anyone they saw with their guns raised.

   A group of boys kneeling on the ground wanted to stand up to resist or run away, but their legs were already numb because of kneeling for too long, and they actually watched the bullets piercing through the bodies of themselves and their companions.

  The screams were desolate and short.

in a blink.

  The Japanese-style garden, which is not too big, is already full of corpses.

"idiot!"

Seeing this scene, the jailer man did not retreat but advanced, with a pair of clogs sandwiched between his short legs, the shadows of his legs intertwined, he rushed to kill the group of intruding gunmen at a very fast speed, and at the same time, two moon discs flickered, turning into Crossed and slashed towards the two gunmen in front.

   da da da ~

   Accompanied by a short burst of blasting sound.

   Streams of blood mist exploded from behind the short legs.

   Wait until the landing.

  The master of the Shenju double-knife style fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then went to see their Amaterasu.

   "hetui!"

   A mouthful of thick phlegm was spit on the face of this unknown master.

  Under the mask, Lawrence's face was full of disdain.

  What year is it?

   Still juggling with knives?

   Wood turtle!

  He looked at another masked man who was shooting.

   This man is Dean.

  His mask is a little different from other people's. In one eye, there is an extra crystal-like lens, and an inconspicuous light keeps slipping through it.

  This is Micromic's remote technical support.

   Through the wafer.

  Dean saw a string of **** letters: zero!

  This means that the stronghold of the Yamaguchi group has been killed by them.

  Dean looked down at his watch and waved his hand.

  A group of gunmen poured oil and ignited the fire, without saying a word, disappeared in this Japanese-style courtyard again.

   Before leaving.

  A gun fell to the ground by 'accidentally'.

   On it, there is a fingerprint of a small gang boss who had a conflict with the Yamaguchi-gumi and escaped by chance.

   This boss is already dead.

  However, his fingerprints will still be the biggest guide for this attack.

  Whether you like it or not.

  Under diplomatic pressure.

  Dean believes that the officials in Los Angeles will be very cooperative in summarizing today's action as a mere gang fight, and finally say some nonsense about maintaining law and order lightly, and the matter will be over on the bright side.

   Breezy.

  Blossoming pink cherry blossom petals, falling in the scarlet all over the place, the color is coquettish

   This scene is just the beginning.

   instead of end.

  The convoy of Dean passed by a group of police cars with flashing lights and headed towards the suburbs.

  Maybe it is to show identity.

  Or for privacy and security.

  Several small Japanese Benz families, the main clan members, all live in a Japanese-style courtyard built in the suburbs, and there are professional security guards patrolling with special dogs day and night.

  But in terms of tight security, it can't compare to a military base.

  Dean was able to breach even the military base by himself, not to mention that Little Mike has already controlled all communications, and he has also found out the surveillance marked by all personnel in advance.

  Where do these people want it.

  It was originally for safety monitoring, but at this moment it brought them life-threatening.

And the communication was blocked unknowingly, which also led to the destruction of their most powerful Yamaguchi-gumi. They still did not receive the news, but held a dinner leisurely, drinking sake, and admiring the swaying figure of the dancing girl .

  These small Japanese Benz families have a lot of people, including men, women, old and young. Although most of them are in the manor, the personnel are relatively scattered, and it is not as easy to clean up as the Yamaguchi-gumi.

   But Dean has a clear goal.

   This time, he took the opportunity to destroy the members of the Yamaguchi family who were most hostile to him!

Under his leadership, a group of people had a clear goal, and they were as powerful as a bamboo. As long as someone stood in front, they would fall in a pool of blood. Those security guards didn't even have a chance to fight back, so they were sniped by Dean one by one. kill kill.

  Under this terrifying efficiency.

  They quickly tore a hole in the security circle and arrived at the Yamaguchi family's manor.

  By the time the group of people at the banquet wanted to escape, it was already too late.

   "Kill them all!"

   "Not one left!"

   Dean waved his hand, and the gunman behind him rushed in. No matter whether it was a man or a woman, an old man or a child in front of him, he pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and it was a saturated attack.

   "Dean!"

  Lawrence stared at this scene, his eyes widened.

   Those people in the Yamaguchi-gumi before were all blood-licking bastards, and he killed them without any psychological pressure.

  But in front of me

  Dean flicked his gun and shot three times in a row, blasting the heads of the three bodyguards who rushed to the courtyard from the side, and said expressionlessly, "Lawrence, do you still remember what we found at the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

  Lawrence opened his mouth, finally sighed, and walked out of the yard.

  When they arrived at the Yamaguchi-gumi, they found photos of Harry, Harry's mother, Harry's daughter, and him, all nailed to a large foam blackboard. The purpose is self-evident.

  If it wasn't for them, they would strike first.

  Lawrence didn't dare to think about the result of being suddenly assassinated by a group of people.

   It's just that he is not as cruel as Dean after all, so he can only see it out of sight and choose to acquiesce.

  Dean glanced at Lawrence's back, then turned his gaze to the crowd again, his gaze was sombre, and he couldn't see any brilliance of humanity.

  He seems to have returned to the training island in his previous life where countless corpses of his companions were buried.

For survival.

  He has done too many horrible things.

   It's just a mere extermination.

  After Dean tore through the layer of fragility and softness in his heart, the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him couldn't disturb his mood in the slightest.

  Cut the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze will give birth again.

   Blame them for being born in this family!

   Blame it, this group of little Bagua provoked me!

   A group of unprepared flesh and blood, under the baptism of the torrent of bullets, has no effect other than howling in despair.

   It was only a minute before and after.

  The entire banquet scene became a scene of purgatory.

  Dean glanced at the watch in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "From left to right, fill up the gun one by one, all headshot!"

  So brutal and bloody.

  Even these well-trained shooters couldn't help but feel nervous.

   They didn't say a word, they did what they were told.

  Dean stepped forward to confirm the identities of the deceased one by one.

   After confirming that all the core members of the Yamaguchi family had died here, they set fire to it, and with the smell of blood, they rushed directly to the beach outside Los Angeles.

  Wait until the police arrive when they receive calls from this group of young Japanese Benzene for help.

  Except for the dead bodies all over the place, there is also a group of little Baga who are still in shock and crying, but nothing is found.

  There will be a special person to respond at sea.

  Dean and Lawrence, watching the group of gunmen board the boat and disappear from sight, then drove a pickup truck that had been prepared in advance, and returned to the city with the 'game' prepared in the back of the carriage.

  In the car.

  Lawrence hesitated to speak.

  Dean took out the pipe Neil gave him from his pocket, lit it, took a few puffs, and the cold feeling on his body slowly dissipated.

  He reverted to the Inspector Dean who was kind and talkative to his colleagues: "Lawrence, buddy, what's the matter, you are not usually so coy."

  Heard Dean's familiar ridicule.

  Lawrence also lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths, and then said in a low voice, "I thought you would kill those gunmen just now, and I even put the safety on the gun."

  Dean rolled his eyes: "Don't be stupid, Lawrence, you know me, I never attack my own people, but don't ask where I found those gunmen, this is my secret!"

  Although I am worried that the group of gunmen will leave, there will be a risk of leaking secrets.

  But what Dean said made Lawrence finally let go of his tense and heavy heart.

yes.

  Although Dean looked scarier than those serial murderers just now, it was because those people threatened the lives of himself, Harry, and their families.

  He cares too much about us brothers to react like this.

  Think about it this way.

  Lawrence felt a little guilty about his previous reaction.

  FK!

  I am really no joke!

  When Dean heard that his brother was being bullied, he took the risk without saying a word, and led himself to eliminate the threat, but he actually reacted that way!

   He snapped and slapped himself.

   "Dean, I'm sorry, I thought you were a little too cruel just now." Lawrence's face was full of guilt, and the two hunks of flesh on his face also shrugged.

  Dean shrugged: "Come on, Lawrence, we're brothers!"

"kindness!"

  Lawrence nodded heavily: "We will be brothers for life!"

   On the boat that fled in the dark.

  A group of gunmen who had just completed multiple massacres threw their masks and pistols into the sulfuric acid barrels on the ship. While eating the food prepared in advance, they looked at the conditions of their companions around them.

Do not know why.

  Almost everyone's face was a little pale.

  This kind of whiteness is different from their skin color, but the kind of whiteness that loses blood.

   Finish your food.

  Everyone distributed cigarettes.

  Long time.

A capable old man who seemed to be fifty years old sighed: "I just thought we were going to be killed by that employer who looked like a butcher. Fortunately, I was thinking too much. I got the commission this time and I am going to go to Dongfang spend the rest of my life in a small country next to me."

  He usually rarely discloses his information.

   But in this operation, although the tall employer did not show any hostility towards them, the opponent's terrifying marksmanship and cold tone gave him a lot of psychological pressure as a veteran.

  The old man wanted to calm down his mood by talking.

  How do you know.

  As soon as he opened his mouth, the rest couldn't help talking about their feelings.

  "I just kept touching the gun. I don't know why. When I was swept by that guy's eyes, I couldn't help but think of the way that beast looked at me when I was thrown down by a North American gray wolf when I was a child."

There were also people far away from Dean, who chuckled and said disdainfully: "Hey, guys, are you talking about a joke? They are all flesh and blood, and they are afraid of farts, and that guy is not going to take back the guns on us, which means I never thought of silence, you guys are actually worried, tsk~"

  The two sides began to argue.

Sudden.

  The old man's ears trembled slightly.

  In the howling sea breeze, he seemed to hear a sound of uneasiness.

"Shut up!"

  He stood up suddenly and yelled at everyone.

  The people who were arguing were a little confused by his actions, and couldn't help but focus on this old man in his fifties.

  The old man ignored the fierce and unfriendly gazes of these people, and lay down directly on the board of the boat. Then his pupils shrank violently, and he jumped up and rushed towards the sea.

next moment.

  Boom~

  The horrible explosion exploded on the sea, tearing apart the hull and those gunmen who didn't react.

  The old man was in mid-air, and suddenly remembered the way the tall man looked at them when he sent them to the boat: cold and unwavering, as if he was looking at a group of corpses.

   There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

  The next moment, the orange flame exploded, tearing him apart and devouring him.

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