North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 353

"What?"

"Can you say that again!"

Nurtured by power, the mayor, Mr. Saul, who is becoming more and more prosperous, holds his sweetheart and press spokesman's soft waist with both hands. His eyes are not on the big car lights, but are looking at the phone with wide eyes.

“Are you sure you're not kidding me?”

“Sorry, Mr. Mayor, the police have determined the situation. There are currently more than a hundred hostages being held hostage, and these people are professors and scholars from XX University. Their influence is very bad. Now the Z government in Los Angeles needs your help.”

“FK!”

Saul swept the little secretary on the desk onto the carpet like he was sweeping trash, cursed and walked out.

There were more than a hundred hostages, all of whom had a certain social status in the school.

This is already considered a terrorist attack!

This matter is not small.

　　If it is not handled well, the family's enemies, the noobs in Congress, and the new aristocrats of the era who are very eager to seize more power will never give up this opportunity to slap the family in the face.

If you get out of here.

For the family, the most it can be considered is being spit on and humiliated.

It's just a small thing, with little impact.

But for Saul, it meant that the support he had finally gained disappeared and his future was ruined.

Have tasted the beauty of rights.

Saul will never allow this to happen!

"Mr. Saul, what should we do now?" The little secretary in high heels followed the striding Saul with difficulty, trying to show his value: "Do you need me to contact the garrison and the FBI now? ?”

Hearing the sweet voice of the little secretary, Saul couldn't help but slow down.

He originally wanted to call the people below to come over for a meeting to study how to solve this matter, take responsibility together, and see if he could find a suitable scapegoat to act as a back-up.

The little secretary's words reminded him.

yes!

Why should I worry about this matter alone?

those FBI bastards, and that National Security Bureau.

No one can escape!

Half an hour later.

Podium.

Saul, who had just finished an emergency meeting, walked to the podium with a heavy face.

After a flash of lights.

Saul patted the microphone gently and coughed: "A very heavy news. According to feedback from the police, a mentally disturbed lunatic attacked the driver who was transporting supplies to the XX school research laboratory. He took dangerous goods and hijacked him. Entire university labs.”

A reporter who had been arranged long ago raised his hand high at the first opportunity.

Saul glanced at the little secretary, and after receiving a definite answer, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the other party: "What do you want to know?"

This white reporter wearing gold-rimmed glasses immediately shouted loudly: "Mr. Mayor, do you mean that this is a campus attack planned by a mental patient in order to retaliate against society?"

Yes, this is the unified idea that Saul and personnel from several parties came up with after the emergency meeting: to classify the terrorist attack as a campus incident first.

In the United States, which is addicted to drugs, has rampant cults, and is free and happy, school shootings are not uncommon.

Los Angeles is one of the largest economic and trade circles in the world.

Isn't it normal for something like this to happen?

Terrorist attacks are different.

The former is only local news, while the latter will attract the attention of global news media.

In the former, even if all those who were kidnapped were killed, it would still be a crime that shocked the world. After people know about it, they will lament that there are so many crazy people nowadays.

In the latter case, if a few people die casually, some thoughtful people will take the lead and say that the United States is in trouble and cannot even handle terrorist attacks.

At the pace led by the reporter.

Other reporters also subconsciously raised their hands to ask questions about the school shooting.

See the situation.

Saul breathed a sigh of relief and dealt with it skillfully.

As for that lunatic's request to be broadcast live on all Los Angeles TV stations?

hehe.

Saul swore that even if he was crazy, running around on the street, getting high and **** an old sow, there was absolutely no way he would agree to the other party's request.

No one would do such a stupid thing!

Not only that.

At the school, the vanguard troops who had been driven over blocked the surrounding signals and began evacuation work.

Wait until the evacuation of people is almost complete.

snort!

Poor Thor, he doesn't know at this moment that he is facing more than just a terrifying madman.

at this time.

When Saul spoke eloquently in front of reporters, using his confident and determined voice, he expressed that the American people would not succumb to crime.

University laboratories.

Qian Feng was sitting in front of the temporary live broadcast stage, with his feet propped up, watching Mr. Sol's confident speech on the TV on the wall, showing a trembling sneer.

On TV, Mr. Saul has a tall and straight figure, and good image management, giving him a tight and clean face, and a stylish back hair, exuding the confident charm of a mature man.

But all of this, in the eyes of the hostages around them, turned into the grim reaper holding a sickle in his hand.

“FK, aren't you afraid of irritating this madman with this sand dollar?”

“O God, who will save me!”

“Damn, these stupid Z guests just want to stuff their disgusting and dirty skin swallows so that they can continue to sit in their seats and don't care about the lives of us people at all!”

A group of miserable hostages squatted on the ground, cursing in their hearts, but no one dared to speak out.

Qian Feng glanced at everyone, put down his legs, and said with a smile on his face: "It seems that our Mr. Saul has forgotten that everything he is doing is being broadcast live."

"I am very troubled."

He stood up slowly: "Can you tell me what to do now?"

The squatting hostages were silent.

Three seconds later.

　　A gunshot rang out in the large underground room.

A black researcher, his eyes widened, touched the blood hole on his forehead very slowly with a reflex arc, and then his nerves sent him the last message: You are dead!

“Ahhhh!”

The screams just started.

boom!

There was another gunshot.

The screaming lady fell down.

A 9mm bullet, which can penetrate a 6mm uniform steel plate, followed the woman's wide-open mouth and opened a large **** hole in the back of her head.

The fragments of the skull, along with the still-steaming blood and brains, were evenly spread out on the bright tiles behind the lady, forming a fan-shaped painting of flesh and blood.

　　vomit~

This scene shocked everyone.

Fear cannot suppress the body's instinctive desire to vomit.

Bang, bang, bang!

Three gunshots were fired in succession.

Three more corpses with good social status outside lay on the ground.

Everyone now completely lost the courage to resist.

The madman in front of him is not only crazy, but his shooting skills are also terrifying.

They couldn't imagine how in this era of peace, someone could practice such accurate, ruthless and extremely fast marksmanship.

I'm afraid that each of them will be given a pistol.

This madman can also rely on his marksmanship to slaughter them like chickens.

Looking at the people who all turned into ostriches, Qian Feng nodded with satisfaction. As he unloaded the pistol magazine and put on a new one, he said calmly: "Okay, it's finally quiet. Now, do you have any way to spread the pictures here to those **** TV stations?"

No one dared to answer.

Just when Qian Feng's gun was raised again.

The fat Chinese supervisor who had been wounded in the arm before saw the gun pointed at him. He trembled and stood up quickly without fear. He spoke very quickly: "If the radio station does not receive it, or the signal cannot be received, We can't help it if it spreads, but they can't control the radio station. As long as the people know what's going on here, those **** Z-clients can't cover up the truth here!"

He swore that he had never spoken so fast in his life.

Finish this long paragraph.

The fat manager felt that he had just gotten up violently. Now his body was weak and shaky, but he did not dare to move at all. He could only look at the lunatic in front of him with pleading eyes.

Now, he extremely regrets his decision to stay in this country of madmen.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Matt.

This is the urban area of Los Angeles, one of the largest economic circles in the world.

　　Terrorists actually broke into the school and killed these elites like pigs and dogs!

Those fat pig-brained Sheriffs, FBI, and school security that we eat every year are all bullshit!

As long as you can get out alive!

He swore that America would be black for the rest of his life!

Looking at the pleading eyes of the fat manager who was living like a year, waiting for the final verdict, Qian Feng thought for a few seconds before nodding: "Try it, you make the arrangements."

Not only the fat manager, but also the others subconsciously exhaled a big breath almost at the same time.

Survived for the time being.

This laboratory has all kinds of materials.

These researchers are all very knowledgeable. Even if they have never played something like radio before, they can quickly get started with the help of their colleagues and send out radio waves frantically.

Seeing that this group of people worked harder than the group of prostitutes he had seen in the Vietnamese gang, Qian Feng sneered, laid a complicated detonator trap at the entrance and exit of the room, and walked towards the control room.

From the moment he arrived here, he was not prepared to return to Vietnam alive.

The side here will not let him live, and the same is true for the side of the Vietnamese military that destroyed it.

Qian Feng's only obsession now is to vent his anger!

With the whole world watching, he will tear off the hypocrisy on the face of the United States, humiliate them to his heart's content, and let the whole world remember it forever!

Think of the scene at that time.

Qian Feng's cold face exuded a hint of softness.

If you were still in your motherland, you should be able to get on the first page of your family tree.

hehe

Sudden.

An extremely strong trembling feeling, like a bullet, hit Qian Feng's nerve center, and then turned into an early warning, making the muscles of this battle-experienced thug tense up.

next moment!

There was a muffled sound.

An afterimage stepped through the threshold of the alloy automatic door and instantly spanned a distance of ten meters, like a giant bear covering the sky, covering the sky above Qian Feng.

Qian Feng tried his best to see the enemy's appearance clearly.

A big hand, carrying the violent impact of the wind, has already covered his face.

“Get out of here!”

Qian Feng yelled in his heart and wanted to fight back.

An unparalleled force came from the palm that covered his entire face, and he was forcefully picked up from the ground and swung gently.

Qian Feng has not yet realized what happened.

Countless stinging pains came from the joints all over his body.

There was a soft snapping sound.

Qian Feng, who looked like the **** of death in front of those researchers just now, was like a ball of soft and rotten meat that had lost its support and hit the ground motionless.

Even though Qian Feng had killed countless people, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart at this moment.

who is it!

What kind of monster is it?

　　He was knocked to the ground without even seeing his figure clearly.

The most terrifying thing is that the density of muscles and bones in his body is far higher than that of ordinary people, and he weighs more than two hundred kilograms. However, in the hands of the enemy, he is like a baby, with no resistance.

There is also that shaking, which is clearly an extremely profound application of strength.

Just a light touch.

The tough bones all over his body were like a rotten snake, all shaken out of position. As a result, he couldn't even move now!

Ahhhh!

Qian Feng shouted crazily in his heart!

Is it possible that God is protecting this disgusting country?

Why!

How come my sister, such a kind and progressive girl, who is studying here honestly, has to suffer bad luck and die with her eyes open!

Why are they obviously a group of bandits, but they can master so many advanced technologies, exploit the world, hold guns in one hand, shout freedom with the other, start wars at will, and use the pain and sweat of others to supply their so-called superiors? Life!

I'm not convinced!

Qian Feng's face was pressed to the ground, speechless, only the muscles in his whole body were trembling, and two hot tears falling from the corners of his eyes showed his anger like a volcano erupting at this moment.

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and finally stopped at the limit of Qian Feng's field of vision.

From this angle, Qian Feng could only see the opponent's toes.

The enemy who easily destroyed his resistance remained motionless, as if he was standing in front of him, sizing him up.

Are you trying to humiliate me?

Qian Feng was even more angry.

A cold mechanical sound reached his ears more than ten seconds later: "Qian Feng?"

“Hoo!!”

Qian Feng's jaw joint was concussed and dislocated, and he could only use a thick whirring sound to express his silenced words.

Dean looked at the other party's reaction, patted his head, and tapped his toes.

With a soft click sound.

Qian Feng's dislocated jaw returned to his original state thanks to the help of skill.

He wanted to raise his head and see clearly the enemy's appearance.

It's a pity that this cunning guy just gave him the right to speak again.

Without any choice.

Qian Feng could only endure the severe pain of dislocated joints throughout his body, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

He has realized that the terrifying enemy in front of him is not necessarily the lackey of the Z guests.

Otherwise the opponent has already captured me, so there is no need to waste time here!

Dean tapped his fingers on the alloy skull mask on his face and grinned.

What do you want to do?

Of course I am taking this opportunity to kill Saul, who I have long wanted to kill, and at the same time improve my status and make some capital.

In fact.

Dean also didn't expect that he could sneak into this underground laboratory so easily, meet the real owner by chance, and take down the opponent easily.

After taking down Qian Feng, the danger warning that had been irritating Dean's nerves had disappeared.

This instinct is very magical.

This means that the Qian Feng in front of him may not have completed his deployment yet.

The nuclear bomb crisis has basically been resolved.

Since it goes so well

What should you do next?

Sorry, everyone is a little late waiting.

Looking at the backstage, there are quite a lot of reward records, especially the Glory of the Night, the nightclub. When the dog thief was on leave, he rewarded a lot of coins and kowtowed to express his gratitude.