North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 350

Chapter 350 This disgusting world needs nuclear peace!

Hum buzz~

While Dean was waiting anxiously, there was no signal from Little Mac.

 This made him feel a little uneasy.

Dean ignored the signal exposure and directly called the security office of the manor where little Mike lived.

 These security guards, including gardeners, nannies, housekeepers and other people who serve the manor, are all paid by him.

 In name, Dean is their real boss.

These people are specifically responsible for Little Mike's daily life, safety, and surveillance.

 Fortunately, there were no surprises this time.

On the other end of the phone, a rough voice immediately answered Dean's call: “BOSS?”

“Yes, is there anything unusual at the manor?”

 Dean subconsciously lowered his voice.

“No, everything is normal, BOSS.” The other end of the phone paused and continued as if to summon up the courage: “But the housekeeper said that Mr. Mike's physical condition has been getting worse recently, and...”

 “And what?”

“And Mr. Mike seems to be busy with some very strange things recently. He is responsible for cleaning security. Recently, he found some remains in the garbage channel, which should be the ashes of some kind of creature.”

Hearing this, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

These ashes should be the remains of little mice that were burned after Little Mac's experiment.

In order to keep it secret, this is the small incinerator that Dean specially bought for little Mike after giving away the small experimental mice. Although it cannot handle the carcasses of large animals, it is still no problem for small mice.

anyway.

These security and logistics personnel were after all hired through the connections of the local tycoon Ruos. Although confidentiality is reliable, it is not completely reliable. When you have enough money and subordinates in the future, you will still have to use your own people.

However, Dean is more inclined to give little Mike a separate laboratory, or in other words, an experimental base in the future. I believe that after little Mike knows, he will not refuse.

 After making sure that little Mike was not in danger, Dean hung up the phone after asking about the recent situation in the manor.

  Half an hour later.

Little Mike finally called back: "Sorry, I just spent some time looking up some information. I already have the results of what you want to know."

Hearing the cold voice on the other end of the phone, Dean said angrily: "You should at least say hello to me in advance."

“You can easily make sure I'm safe, but calling me back with instructions will waste a few seconds of my time, just as I'm explaining to you right now is actually a waste of time.

 I don't have much time left.

 The daily overload of experiments caused my physical condition to continue to deteriorate.

I probably have less than half a year left before my organs fail and I lose the ability to move, so I need to cherish my limited time for unnecessary things. "

Little Mike's voice was calm, but Dean felt a little ashamed.

 He was indeed a little slack in helping little Mike.

 Fortunately, little Mike is not a hypocritical person, and he does not have such emotions. He just continued:

“Because there are a lot of code words in the data on the SWAT base, in order to decipher them as quickly as possible, I directly searched for wars that occurred in all regions of the world in the 1960 time period, and found that the most suitable place was Vietnam.

 To ensure the accuracy of the information.

I directly found some of the relevant information stored in the information database that was just established by the Pentagon.

Although the information is not considered confidential, it confirms my suspicion. "

"Vietnam?"

Dean couldn't help but flashing into his mind something he knew.

 In the previous life, from 1955 to 1975, there was a war between the United States and Vietnam.

 Said before.

 This world is more like the parallel world of Dean's previous life, with many things that seem specious.

 This includes the global situation.

It was a relatively complicated history. It was probably about fighting for the right to speak in the world, supporting the younger brother to seize territory and seize the dominance of national ideology. The United States controlled the younger brother, and used the Philippines as a stepping stone to launch a war against Vietnam.

Because of the terrain, the war was not as easy as the Americans imagined at the beginning. Instead, it fell into a long and cruel tug-of-war. And this was just the beginning. There were many complex international situations behind it, leading to wars sweeping the Eastern Hemisphere. Here is Not going into details.

Dean's main areas of activity in his previous life were Southeast Asia and Europe, but he was very familiar with Vietnam, especially the jungle terrain there, which was very suitable for burying corpses.

Of course, it would be better if there were fewer landmines left over from the war in that **** place.

 So, the so-called "Gate to Hell" plan is the Vietnam we are fighting for?

But what does this have to do with a small SWAT in Los Angeles?

 Dean had felt strange before.

As an urban anti-terrorism team, SWAT only has a dozen or twenty people at most. What qualifications and financial resources does it have to establish a base?

 Unless they are just the security team of the base.

These thoughts may seem lengthy, but in fact they only ran through Dean's mind for a second or two.

 He thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Let's just tell you the result."

Now is not the time to explore these things. The murderer has not yet been identified, the threat on the campus has not yet been understood, and even Daisy cannot be taken care of. Dean is very pressed for time.

“Based on some surface information from the Pentagon, I judge that the Commonwealth of the United States at that time was forced by the threat of northern woolly bears and wanted to end the war quickly.

On the one hand, they came into contact with the pro-American faction in South Vietnam and wanted to establish a pro-American regime and unify Southeast Asia. They also took this opportunity to assist South Korea in unifying the peninsula, thus suppressing the spread of the ideology of the Mao Bear Country.

 Finally, with the support of American federal radicals, they wanted to replicate the attack on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and codenamed this plan Hell's Gate. "

 At the other end of the phone, there was the sound of little Mike drinking water and coughing slightly.

 Take a break.

Little Mike continued:

“The Hell's Gate Project is not simply a battlefield nuclear strike, which will affect the international image of the American Federation. At the same time, the nuclear threat from the Bear Country is also a very important factor.

 So the radicals at that time mobilized a large amount of resources and manpower to develop nuclear technology utilization technology in various universities in the United States in an attempt to develop cleaner nuclear weapons.

 This was beyond the technological means at the time.

The American Federation spent a lot of resources and manpower, but no breakthrough results were achieved. In addition, the relationship between the great Eastern country and the Bear Country at that time also experienced fluctuations.

 Changes in strategic plan.

 Finally, the project was terminated, and the personnel involved in the research at various universities were also disbanded. "

 After saying all this, Little Mike started coughing again.

 His physical condition is indeed worse than before due to long-term experimental research.

 Even speaking in a big way puts a lot of burden on him.

Dean kept this in mind, and after digesting the information told by Little Mike, he said thoughtfully: "Little Mike, what you mean is that someone here in Los Angeles took over the dismissed scientific researchers here at that time, and they have been working there. Continue to conduct research in this area secretly?"

“Yes, the people who participated in the research in Los Angeles at that time were scientists funded and supported by the Carmen family, the overlord of Los Angeles at that time, and they have been serving the Carmen family since then.

 They have their own experimental bases in many places.

　　It wasn't until most of the Carmen family members were assassinated for unknown reasons that the bases behind them lost control and were either swallowed up by families in other areas or incorporated by the Federation.

The small base guarded by SWAT began to serve Sol after the security personnel followed the new mayor of Los Angeles, Mr. Saul. "

 Hearing this, Dean suddenly became enlightened.

 If he guessed correctly.

 That abandoned community must have had scientific researchers from that base conducting private research, which caused the radiation to go out of control and the people to disperse. As for Daisy, it was probably during the investigation that she discovered clues and was taken away by the SWAT people.

  But this is not right either.

Unless the SWAT people have been paying attention to the abandoned community, where did they have the manpower and energy to capture Daisy so quickly?

 Super physical fitness and higher mental attributes than ordinary people, Dean's little head is like a small computer, his thinking is running at super speed, and various ideas are colliding in his mind, and he finally comes to a conclusion: fishing!

 After cleaning up the hidden dangers left in the community.

　　People from SWAT continue to stay in the community to fish, which shows that there are hidden dangers and the cleaning is not clean!

 The key here lies in the person who caused the community to be abandoned!

 Dean quickly relayed these speculations to Little Mike.

　　Although Little Mike is superior to Dean who has not spent energy on these things in terms of technical research, he is not as good as Dean when it comes to crime-solving thinking.

But a smart person, a smart person, can tell the truth with just one point.

Little Mike just thought about it for a few seconds and suddenly said: "Dean, what you are saying is that the SWAT people, the guy who caused the community to be abandoned, did not just conduct private research in the community, and the personnel who followed up to deal with the hidden dangers were not there either. Has the community discovered the source of radiation leakage?”

Dean nodded on the other end of the phone: "Yes, I suspect that the guy wanted to make a crude nuclear weapon for sale, and he had already made it, but something went wrong in the middle, which caused a slight radiation leak."

 He couldn't help but think of his previous danger perception.

 Could it be that my guess was not wrong, that an uncontrolled nuclear bomb really appeared over the University City Campus?

 If so, it would be too exciting.

Experience points in the Violent Detective Panel are becoming increasingly difficult to obtain.

 How much experience will you get if you get this nuclear bomb?

The key is that it is now very difficult to manufacture nuclear bombs privately!

 As a sure-kill method, isn't it 10,000 times more powerful than storing those bullets?

I just don't know how big the nuclear bomb is and whether it can be contained in space.

 Dean guessed that it would probably not be too big, otherwise obtaining materials would be a problem.

On the other end of the phone, hearing that he still had a mission, Little Mike rubbed his sore fingers and said indifferently: "Okay, I understand. There are clues about that person in that online log. I will check it out and then contact you. you."

 Here Dean and the two ended their communication.

 Underground of University City Campus.

 In an inconspicuous space, the low incandescent light stung the eyes of hundreds of people.

 But these men and women of different skin colors wearing white coats did not dare to close their eyes one by one. They all looked fearfully at the tall man in front of him who was wearing a blue overalls and a pair of sunglasses.

The man lit a cigarette for himself calmly, took a deep breath, and then looked to the side at a fat yellow man with a pale face who was covering his **** wrist: "Is everyone here?"

Fatty nodded quickly and said with a trembling voice: "This is just a biological research institute that is responsible for researching some things that are inconvenient to appear in public. There are only so many people."

As the person in charge here, he never imagined that one day, terrorists would visit an ordinary biological research institute in a university town.

Although some weird things will be studied here, it is all for the sake of academic leadership, and there is nothing that makes people worry about it!

 Otherwise the security outside would not be so lax.

Oh, God.

The fat manager prayed in his heart: "Someone come and save me. I have finally gained some status in this foreign place. I haven't enjoyed it for long. I must not die here!"

 The tall man, after finishing his question, just silently looked at the group of researchers with different skin colors below.

 Most of them are yellow people, but there are relatively few white-skinned people, and there are only three dark-skinned people.

 This is also normal.

Yellow people are naturally smarter than white and black people. In addition, these people are either multi-generation immigrants or foreigners who have finally stayed here after studying abroad. As long as the welfare is in place, they will be very smart. He was obedient, willing to work hard, and easy to handle, which resulted in the scene in front of him.

But a yellow man became the director of this laboratory, which shows that this laboratory is not very important in the school.

 But these are insignificant things to the tall man in front of him.

 His goal was not this laboratory in the first place.

The tall man glanced at the crowd. There was a young man who lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. The corners of his mouth were pulled up, causing the long scar on one side of his cheek to twist, which also made his whole person look ferocious. few.

Several female researchers who had been looking at him were frightened by his smile.

The young man who had been being watched by the tall man subconsciously raised his head, but happened to meet his gaze. He was so frightened that he finally couldn't hide it. He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy loudly: "Brother Qian, I don't know about Meng Meng's matter. I do not know!!"

Colleagues standing next to the young man were startled by his sudden movement and quickly dispersed.

Boom~

 A gunshot was fired.

 A few drops of blood slipped down.

The young man fell into a trance and fell to the ground with an inconspicuous little black hole on his head.

His battered back was exposed to the incandescent light without any cover. The red and white patch shocked the gazes of the surrounding researchers and completely shattered their restless minds.

 Ah ah ah~

All kinds of frightened howls resounded throughout this small area.

Some people fled outside, regardless of the fact that the passage was locked.

 Some people lay down and huddled in the corner, regardless of the fact that this had no effect on a gun-toting gangster.

 More people kept retreating, regardless of everyone being crowded together, just to get farther away from the madman in front.

 The tall man seemed a little uninterested in all this.

He spit out the cigarette **** in his mouth and sighed: "I gave you money to go abroad, but you couldn't even take care of my sister. But I'm kind-hearted. Before I came over, I sent your whole family to wait for you down below. After all, it's worth it." You've called me big brother for so many years.”

 Talk to yourself.

The tall young man smiled and looked at the group of poor researchers huddled together: "Don't be afraid. Now, those who are from China, come forward."

 Everyone didn't know what this yellow-skinned madman wanted to do.

The person who was shot just now also had yellow skin. The two of them knew each other, but they were shot in the head.

 This is a lunatic.

 No one at the scene dared to answer.

When the tall young man saw this, he just silently raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand.

 “FK, don't kill us!”

　　With a roar that was close to collapse.

 A yellow researcher was pushed out by a white colleague beside him and fell onto the smooth ground with brains and blood splattered on it.

This is like a signal.

Yellow-skinned people were pushed out one after another by their colleagues. There were also white people who wanted to push others, but they were kicked to the ground by several yellow people and howled miserably. The scene became a mess.

The tall young man looked at the chaos in front of him with a smile, but there was no smile in his bent eyes under his sunglasses.

This world without my own sister is so boring.

Only pain and fear can awaken the filth in the darkness.

 Only events with a large enough impact can draw the world's attention to explore the hidden stories behind death and pay attention to the consequences left behind.

 This disgusting world needs nuclear peace!

    4600 words, good night, brothers.

 (End of this chapter)

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