North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 88

  Chapter 88 High-intensity gun battle (×), terrorist attack (√)

  【Comprehension Skill: Achaz School-Psychological Analysis L1】

  【Remarks: Akaz School-Psychological Analysis, belongs to the Akaz School-Mind-Reading skill pre-skill, gather all Akaz-School-Micro-expression Analysis, can synthesize a special skill: Akaz-School-Mind-Reading】

  The moment the skill is formed.

  Dean's mind has just had some thinking logic that has become more formal, and the aggregation is clear, which makes him feel suddenly:

  The essence of psychoanalysis comes from sufficient information, and micro-expression is a subject derived from psychoanalysis, and it is one of the information collectors!

  Next.

  Dean only needs to learn micro-expression analysis and combine the two skills into mind reading.

   Then with enough information, he can easily guess the psychological activities of the target person. Even if there is not enough information, he can simply analyze the other party's psychological state and tell the truth of what he said.

  This skill will probably be of great help to him in solving the case.

  Because most ordinary murder cases have a reason.

  Then the murderer must have some connection with the victim: acquaintances, relatives, colleagues, etc.

  Once Dean masters mind reading.

  Then in this kind of ordinary case, the suspect can be easily identified, and then adversarial investigation can be carried out.

   "Developed!"

  Dean took a deep breath and tried to observe Anthony in front of him.

  Micro-expression analysis belongs to the subject of "psychological analysis" research to a certain extent, which is summarized and manifested.

  Although he has never learned it.

   But with the skills, you can already rely on some facial expressions, movements, tone of voice, etc., to simply reverse the inner state of the target.

   This look is fruitless.

  At this moment, Dean realized that Anthony in front of him seemed to be joking and ordinary, but the range of muscle movement on his face, tone of voice, and frequency of voice were all too stable and deliberate, like a masked robot!

   Noticed Dean's gaze.

  Anthony had a half-smile on his face: "What do you see?"

  Dean said sincerely: "It can only be seen that you are pretending, old man, and nothing else!"

   "It seems that you have already started with psychoanalysis, which is much faster than I imagined!" Anthony was relieved, but at the same time he was a little tangled.

  He originally wanted to take advantage of Dean's time to digest this course, send Corolla to the Commonwealth, and hand it over to the school for specialized training.

  This kind of genius with a high IQ and a crooked appearance is very dangerous.

  Give it to someone else to send it over.

  Anthony is worried.

  But Dean's comprehension was beyond his imagination.

   Think for a moment.

Anthony apologized: "Dean, after you mastered the basic 'psychological analysis logic', I should teach you 'micro-expression analysis' next, but Corolla is dangerous, I have to keep an eye on her all the time. Only after she is sent away can I free up energy to continue teaching you."

   These words were like a basin of cold water pouring on Dean's fiery heart.

Depend on!

  I am going to fall out of favor!

Seeing that Dean's face changed slightly, Anthony comforted him with some amusement: "Don't worry, I will have someone hand over the materials of 'Micro-expression Analysis' to you. You should study on your own first, and I'll come back after you're done with Corolla. Take you to practice."

"All right."

  Dean had no choice but to accept Anthony's proposal.

   On the same day, Dean received a package.

  Inside the package was a book with more than two hundred pages.

  The dense letters and illustrations in the book made Dean's scalp numb and drowsy.

  The next few days.

  Dean is listless every day, and even his handsome face has two dark circles under his eyes, which looks like a little boy with kidney deficiency.

  Friday this week.

  Dean dropped the big book in his hand a little upset: "I'm really not a genius!"

  In his previous life, he learned things fairly quickly, but the things he learned, whether it was handjobs, blowing needles, preparing some simple chemical toxins, cleaning up corpses, eliminating traces, or causing accidental deaths, etc., were not so boring.

at this time.

  Harry and Lawrence, who had been observing him for several days, leaned over: "Dude, you should have dropped that torn book a long time ago, half a month's salary will be paid today on Friday, and we have to go have a good time tonight!"

  Hi as soon as I hear it.

   Dean, who hadn't known the taste of meat for several days, regained his energy.

  He slapped the table: "Go!"

   It's time to get off work.

  Daisy brought everyone's paychecks.

  Dean got his own salary - $53,000!

  In it, part of it is the bonus promised by Meng En last time, and part of it is the donation thanked by the insurance company this time. The real salary is only more than 3,000 US dollars.

   Because of Dean.

  Everyone in the Fourth Squadron this time, with salary plus bonuses, has at least more than 10,000 knives, which is worth the salary of the past two months.

  Everyone is well aware of this.

  So even Robert, who is as stupid as he is, greeted Dean enthusiastically, expressing that he wanted to invite him to drink.

soon.

  The small gathering of the three of Dean at night turned into a collective gathering of the Fourth Squadron.

   Just in this pleasant atmosphere.

  The phone on Daisy's desk broke the noise of the crowd.

   This landline phone is connected to the command center. Once it rings, it means that a murder has occurred within the jurisdiction of the Fourth Squadron!

   "FK, don't be such a disappointment!" Lawrence looked unhappy!

  Harry promised him that he would introduce him to some Latin beauties tonight!

  Daisy also shrugged helplessly: "Guys, it seems that our party tonight is going to go to waste."

  She stepped forward and connected the phone.

  Everyone also surrounded the past, hoping that it was not a difficult case.

next moment.

  Daisy didn't know what she heard, and her face turned pale. After hanging up the phone, she picked up the phone and dialed the number of Captain Meng directly.

  When everyone saw this, their hearts turned cold.

  Captain Munn and Deputy Captain Old Hunter are currently having a meeting in the director's office. Unless there is a serious case, Daisy will not react this way.

   Sure enough.

  The phone over there is connected.

  Daisy said in a hurry: "Captain, you must come back now. There was a high-intensity gun battle at Lincoln Farm. Some people used rockets and vehicle-mounted machine guns. The Fourth Squadron needs you to activate the heavy weapon authority!"

   This time.

   Not only did Lawrence and the others turn ugly, but Dean, who had always been calm, could not help but twitch his mouth.

   His uncle's.

   As expected of a free America.

  See Daisy is nodding constantly.

  Dean immediately pulled Lawrence and others aside, and said quietly: "Guys, believe me, this kind of attack will definitely be defined as a terrorist attack. At that time, let's not get too close, and leave everything to the SWAT tactical team."

  SWAT tactical team is a special law enforcement unit for anti-violence and anti-terrorism in Los Angeles. It is not only well-equipped, but its members are also equivalent to special forces in the police force.

   Hear what Dean said.

  Everyone nodded in unison.

  No one wants to fight head-on with heavily armed terrorists for thousands of dollars in salary.

  Because everyone's expressions are not good-looking.

  Dean didn't notice that Harry had a particularly big reaction after hearing the name 'Lincoln Farm'.

   This guy knows something!

the other side.

  Mun and old Hunter hurried back to the office, took everyone to the special weapon room, and received weapons that everyone rarely touched: tear gas, shock bombs, grenade launchers, thermal imaging cameras...

  Robert, who had just retired for less than a year, picked up a 12.7mm M2 machine gun and kissed him vigorously, as if seeing his long-lost girlfriend.

  Not to mention the rest of the rifles and body armor.

   After a while.

   Carrying a large number of weapons, the crowd got into the exclusive police car of the police detective station, followed the traffic flow of the police car from the outer branch, and rushed towards the Lincoln Farm in the suburbs.

   Dean noticed.

   Above their heads, there are several police helicopters and a media helicopter that is not afraid of death, flying through the air and heading towards Lincoln Farm.

   Another big news.

   Thanks to the two book friends '20210719222327605' and 'Songxiange' for their rewards, and thanks to the two bosses.

  (end of this chapter)

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