North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Wild beast warning, how many floors can a bag of rice resist?

“Constructing a virtual network environment?”

Little Mike looked at the IP address locked by the intelligent search program, thought for a while, and did not choose to invade directly. Instead, he followed these disguised traces and quickly found the location of the hunter behind the trap.

These people's technical skills are very sophisticated.

The secret network firewalls of many research institutes that Little Mike had invaded before may not be inferior to this group of people in terms of technical level, but in terms of the virtual trap thinking of the firewall, they are not as good as this group of newly discovered hunters.

 The difference here is roughly equivalent to the difference between the acting styles of a killer and a soldier.

 The current group of hunters reminded little Mike of some cruel and ancient hunting organizations in Europe.

 The other party's heavily hidden IP address is in Los Angeles!

Little Mac just lacks emotional expression and understanding and is not a real robot.

 His instinct as a creature is still hidden in his bones.

Territorial thinking is one of the instincts engraved in the bones of animals.

Driven by this instinct, Little Mike directly mobilized the torrent of broiler data under his control, rarely giving up the intrusion method, and directly launched an attack on the discovered target!

His logical thinking is simple and direct: Dean = recognized companion, Dean's survival interests = his interests

 Then, as long as the scope of ability allows, it is better to destroy the existence that may pose a threat to his interests.

at this time.

 In an underground base in Los Angeles.

A brown-haired woman with a stern face and smart clothes put her slender legs in military-style high-heeled shoes in front of her desk and threw a stack of information in front of her boss: "After interrogation, the person named Daisy The clerk accidentally triggered the bait we set just to help investigate a case."

“Lea, while I appreciate your long legs, I prefer them around my waist, not on my desk, with the soles of your dirty boots pointed at me!”

The bald black boss glanced greedily at the other party's round and tight body due to long-term exercise, and then he casually picked up the other party's interrogation statement and started to read it briefly.

 For a moment.

 He ​​put down the information in his hand and grinned with a disgusting smile on his thick sausage mouth: "Interesting, it's actually this guy named Dean. He's back again?"

As the leader of the Los Angeles Violence Action Team, he didn't care about this guy named Dean until the funder provided information.

 But a few months ago.

His financial backer, Mr. Saul, the mayor of Los Angeles, once asked him to lead his team members to research and investigate this guy's information.

It's a pity that this guy is a softie. He was thrown out by Thor and used as cannon fodder and took the blame, but he never thought of retaliating against Thor.

 This did not give them a chance to take action.

 Unexpectedly, this guy could return to work after a few months.

  Could it be that Saul accepted the other party again?

The woman Leya glanced at the male boss's throat, bird's nest and other parts with cold eyes, as if wondering how to perform the operation, until the obese black male boss was forced by her eyes to sit back on the chair and hide his bird's nest cautiously. , then nodded: "Yes, he should be on Guoan's list."

Hearing the name Guoan, the obese male boss straightened his back and his expression became solemn: "Are you suspecting that the other party's investigation of community affairs this time may not be just to solve the case?"

Leya nodded: "According to the latest information we got, the new Deputy Hawk of the Los Angeles Police Department is one of their people. That Dean has a very close relationship with the new top executive of the National Security Bureau, Amon. If the Hell Gate Project If they find out, then our Lord Mayor Thor will definitely send us to **** first.”

Hearing this, the male boss touched his shiny black head irritably: "It seems that the woman can't be let go yet, FK, I'm good at killing women, what's your plan!"

Looking at the idiot in front of her, Leya's eyes flashed with disdain and reminded: "Although that Daisy was imprisoned by us, it also exposed our focus, you"

 The words have not yet finished.

A piercing alarm sounded suddenly in this underground base.

The expressions of the two people in the office changed, and they stood up quickly, ready to find out what was going on outside, but the internal phone call came first: "Our network has been attacked."

"What!"

 The fat black boss, whose thick lips were visibly white, trembled: "Damn the Internet, I'm going to say that the Internet is not trustworthy, delete all research materials quickly!"

“Sorry, supervisor, we disconnected the network immediately, but the other party's methods were very strange. We have lost control of the base network.”

 Hear the news.

The obese black supervisor, a former battlefield thug, was so angry that he rolled his eyes and without taking a breath, he directly hit the desk where he had laid countless female subordinates.

His palms struggled to reach for his drawer.

 There are Suxiao Jiuxin Pills in there.

 He thought he could still ask for help.

Hands that had always been slender and calloused were the first step to block the drawer.

 The fat black boss's lips trembled and his face was full of pleading.

Leya looked into the other person's eyes expressionlessly. It wasn't until the black boss died that she took back her palm in disgust, and a cruel smile slowly appeared on her expressionless face.

This loser died well!

 This is truly God's gift to Himself.

 She also wants to make progress!

The problem is that this obese boss is the puppet supported step by step by the family behind Mayor Saul, and he is also the core figure in their effort to evade the FBI here.

How can she make progress if her boss doesn't die?

 Although the script deviated from its own setting, the result was pretty good.

“It's time to change the way you play this game!”

Leya put on her Sima face again, and left here with the sound of tramping footsteps.

At this moment, Dean didn't know that because of his request for help, Little Mac was investigating the abandoned community. At the same time, he gave a lesson to the group of people who caught Daisy, and indirectly killed the other party's supervisor.

 He was sitting on a bench on the campus street, admiring the figures of female college students who were well-nourished and not stingy under capitalism, while waiting for Little Mac to give him a reply.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, Mike's slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Dean, I checked all the online resources available in that abandoned community and found an article that set a trap on the Internet. log."

 “Trapped weblog?”

 Dean was stunned for a moment, then realized: "People from SWAT?"

 Daisy might have been captured by SWAT people after finding this log.

Little Mike's answer confirmed Dean's suspicion and gave him a big shock: "Yes, but this is just a SWAT person on the surface."

While quickly flipping through the automatically classified information on the screen, Little Mac revealed: "SWAT is nominally under the jurisdiction of the FBI's regional branch and is responsible for some major anti-terrorist force operations. Their minds are all about muscles, money and women, but there is no such thing as Such technical reserves.”

"so?"

“I'm still reading, but it seems to be related to a project called Hell Gate Codename.

According to the information I just obtained, this project first started in 1960 and was related to a war at that time. The key words in the information are all coded codes. I need to spend more time sorting out the information and deciphering the codes. "

“Okay, that sounds like a lot of trouble.” Dean subconsciously took out the pipe in his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth: “So, little Mike, can you tell me why that community is abandoned in the first place?”

 “Wait for me for five minutes.”

 Hang up the communication.

 Dean lit his pipe a little irritably.

　　　Mad, that's the trouble with solving the case.

He was clearly investigating a serial murder case, but inexplicably he found a codename project that might involve the military.

Zhenjier is nonsense.

 Several smoke rings came down.

 Dean felt that his mood was getting more and more irritable.

 This kind of situation rarely happens to him.

 In other words, whether it was his career as a scavenger in his previous life or his cheating body control in this life, Dean was able to quickly control his emotions even if they fluctuated.

 “Something's wrong!”

Dean felt his uncontrollable and increasingly accelerated heartbeat, stood up suddenly, and looked at the peaceful university campus in front of him.

 This is not annoyance, but a warning!

 The campus ahead is dangerous!

Dean didn't care about attracting attention. Without saying a word, he called Lawrence and asked him to stay away from the campus. At the same time, he got into the car and drove out quickly.    As for the students and teachers on the campus?

Are those people related to him?

This warning is different from the feedback presented in the past.

 It is impossible for Dean to put himself in a dangerous situation for a group of unknown people.

Moreover, he had no way or reason to evacuate a campus for no reason, breaking the peace and tranquility here.

In fact, Dean doesn't even know where the danger comes from now. Why is there no such creepy and hair-raising feedback? Instead, his heartbeat is uncontrollably accelerating and his emotions are uncontrollably irritable. It's as if an earthquake is about to come, and he is panicking. Small animals only know that there is danger ahead, but they don't know the source of the danger.

 So, he could only run first out of respect.

 It wasn't until he was several kilometers away from that campus that Dean felt the pounding and accelerating heartbeat in his body slowly calm down.

"What exactly is going on?"

 Dean got out of the car and jumped directly onto the roof of the car.

He looked far away in the direction of the campus and exhaled a long breath: "After running for several kilometers, I didn't have that kind of wild beast warning whim. Could it be that there is an out-of-control nuclear bomb hidden in that **** place?"

 This conjecture flashed through Dean's mind, and he felt a little funny.

 But he couldn't laugh.

 Because this warning is a little different.

 The crisis warning given by Dean's own mental ability tends to be an instant warning that threatens his life.

For example: the aim of a sniper rifle, a dump truck hitting you, a bomb about to explode, etc.

These are instant warnings.

 So, in principle, even if Dean is jumping on a stable nuclear warhead, he will not feel psychological discomfort, let alone a crisis warning.

 Because although nuclear warheads are terrifying, as long as they are controllable, they will not pose a threat to his life.

 The warning just now is not an instant warning of crisis, but rather a whim.

 This made Dean think of his own 'beast body'.

 Beast beasts are much more sensitive to impending natural disasters than intelligent creatures.

 Having the body of a beast, Dean is not only like a beast in bed, but also inherits some of the advantages of a ferocious beast in terms of fighting and danger warning.

 Get these straightened out.

 Dean's clever little mind works extremely fast:

“Although Los Angeles is exposed to earthquakes every day due to its geographical location, clear warnings for this geographical area should not be earthquakes and tsunamis.

 A major earthquake will not affect such a small area.

 There is no need to worry about minor earthquakes.

 Except for runaway nuclear bombs.

 I really can't think of any threat that could affect such a wide range.”

 Probably not so crazy, right?

Dingling bell~

The phone vibrates.

 Dean took a deep breath, took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID, only to find that it was not a call back from Little Mac, but a call from Lawrence.

 “Thank God you finally answered the phone, what a **** signal!”

As soon as the call was connected, Lawrence's loud and unpleasant voice came from the other side: "Dean, I called you for a few minutes and I thought something happened to you. Man, what happened?"

 “Have you left?”

 Dean did not explain, but wanted to confirm this first.

"Yes, you asked me to hand over the information about the missing persons to that female FBI agent Leia. You called me when I was on the way. In fact, I have arrived in the city now. Give you a call. I just want to confirm your safety, after all, your urgent tone just now is rare."

 Lawrence's voice was filled with concern.

He rarely saw Dean communicating with them in this tone.

Hearing that Lawrence had returned to the city, Dean breathed a sigh of relief and changed the subject: "I'm fine and everything is fine here. You ask Leia to investigate the details of the five missing people as quickly as possible. Then It may be the key to us identifying the murderer.”

 Lawrence heard that Dean didn't want to say more, and after making sure that the other party was safe, he hung up the phone.

 Put your phone away.

He painfully took out a few wrinkled twenty-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to the driver: "Man, please speed up, I'm in a hurry."

The driver brushed aside the two pieces of flesh on Lawrence's face, whistled, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

 End the call with Lawrence.

Dean frowned and looked at the signal display on his phone.

This ghost place, once it is far away from urban areas or crowded places, the signal is always unstable.

However, his mobile phone is a special model provided by Xiaomi. It is a bit bulky, but it supports satellite phone communication when the signal is very poor.

The issue is.

 Five minutes have passed.

 Little Mike, who is always punctual, why haven't you contacted me yet?

  Dean opened the hidden page on his mobile phone with some uneasiness, selected the satellite communication function, and took the initiative to call.

the other side.

 An underground parking lot somewhere on campus.

A tall man in blue overalls and a mask slowly jumped out of the door of a tall truck, lowered his head, and walked forward with a folder in his hand.

This underground parking lot looks empty and dark, only illuminated by overhead lights.

 In front of the truck is a dark hole.

 Obviously, there are more hidden buildings below this negative floor.

 In front of the cave entrance, there were several uniformed and fully armed security guards standing.

They looked a little lazy. There were confiscated poker cards and some snacks on the tables and chairs behind them. It was obvious that the guards here were usually very relaxed and their superiors were not strict.

 See the truck driver get out of the car.

 Several security guards stepped forward calmly.

The leader first glanced at the sign on the driver's chest and then said, "Man, although these are experimental materials, we need to check them briefly before sending them to the experimental base. Please take off the mask as well."

Behind him, a female security guard came forward with a strange and bulky tablet, ready to take a photo of the driver's face to verify his identity.

This thing is not yet popular, but in various high-end universities, they have begun to use these convenient things for office work.

It wasn't until the tall truck driver, who was one meter away from the security guards with his head lowered, slowly raised his head and whispered through his mask: “Have you ever felt pain?”

 “WHAT?”

 What the hell?

The leading security guard thought he had heard wrongly, and looked at his subordinates, only to find that they were also confused.

next moment.

 The tall driver turned the palm of his hand holding the folder.

not good!

This unusual behavior finally made several security guards who had been stable for a long time feel that something was wrong.

 The leading security guard subconsciously wanted to rush forward and knock the person down.

 Puff puff puff~

After a few fart-like sounds, several gun flames flickered and hit the throats of these stupid security guards with great precision. While shattering their throats, it also suppressed the screams and screams in their mouths. Throat filled with blood and bubbles

   4600 words are presented.

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By the way, how many floors does a bag of rice have to resist?

 (End of this chapter)

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