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

"Toy Killer"

Dean put away the note, nodded his thanks to the waiter, and turned to leave.

This is not an ordinary coffee shop, but an intelligence base of the NSA.

As an intelligence organization supported by the US Department of Security.

NSA's intelligence system has very high authority, and can even directly view non-top-secret documents of the FBI and CIA.

When Dean transmitted the murderer's killing methods and behavior characteristics to the NSA's inquiry system, it took less than half an hour for him to be notified by a text message to come and receive intelligence information.

The reason is so troublesome.

Mainly on the NSA side, unless it is a network security line, the circulation of intelligence is not allowed to be transmitted online.

Information at hand.

Dean called Harry, who was still struggling, out of the cafe.

when they left.

A blond woman walked up to the waiter and asked curiously, "This is the special agent who is valued by Director Amon? He looks really good."

The waiter looked at the woman blankly, and squeezed out an ugly smile: "Next time you try to follow my words, I will cut off your tongue, fry it with butter and taste it slowly."

As he spoke, he licked his lips, anticipation flashed in his eyes.

The blond woman felt a chill in her heart.

She knew that the waiter Sima Mian in front of her was not joking.

The pervert really wants to eat her tongue.

The woman quickly covered her mouth, hurriedly left from the back door of the cafe, shrank in the corner of the back alley, and took out her mobile phone.

In the organization, Dean's intelligence information is not cheap.

She wants a small fortune.

Sudden.

The woman seemed to have sensed something, and looked up vigilantly, but as if she saw some terrifying monster, her pupils shrank slightly, and she said unnaturally, "Hello, my name is Murphy."

Dean looked at the immature beauty in front of him, and grinned: "You seem to be paying attention to me, do we know each other?"

Murphy felt vaguely uneasy.

She choked up her saliva: "I know you, but you don't know me. Some people say that you are a friend of Supervisor Amon. I happened to meet you today. I am surprised how handsome you are."

"So you're also a member of the NSA?"

"Yes, but I'm just an ordinary field worker. You can understand it as an informant who is still undergoing training. To be more specific, I can't tell you because of the confidentiality regulations!"

As Murphy said, he quickly reached into his pocket and took out an employee ID issued by the NSA to show that he was not lying.

When Dean heard the word informant, he laughed inwardly.

Bullshit informant!

In fact, they are recruited intelligence dealers.

Strictly speaking, this kind of person is not an internal member of the NSA at all. It can only be said to be an idle person affiliated with the NSA brand for a living. The composition is complicated and the reliability is low.

But sometimes.

These people can often provide the NSA with some very secret information, and usually do not need to spend money to support them, so the NSA likes to develop such 'members'.

Dean sized up the ID that Murphy handed over, and after confirming it was true, nodded:

"Well, in fact, if you are curious about me, we can go to some more suitable places and have in-depth exchanges instead of hiding in the corner and staring at me secretly.

This is easy to misunderstand. "

"Sorry, mostly the NSA has very few special staff.

This kind of position is generally used for gold plating by the second generation of power.

So not only me, many female employees will be curious about you. "

"It's a pity that I'm not a second-generation power."

Dean shrugged, took out his phone and looked at the time, regretfully said:

"Nice to meet you, beautiful Murphy.

It's a pity that I have something to do now, and my companion is still waiting for me on the street.

I'll come back to you when I'm done.

We can have a meal together, just as I am also curious about the situation of the NSA. "

"no problem!"

Murphy readily agreed.

Dean nodded and turned to leave.

Until Dean's back disappeared in front of his eyes.

Murphy just clutched his American specialty 'milk pomelo' to restrain the heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

survived!

For some reason.

She knew Dean well.

This is a headshot detective who is addicted to murder, and is more vicious than some members of the organization she knows!

Once caught by the opponent, he will undoubtedly die.

Calm down.

Murphy picked up the phone again after making sure that there was no one around.

After she quickly played a series of numbers on it, the originally simple screen on the phone automatically switched to a bloody interface, and at the same time, there was an image of a small speaker flickering in the lower right corner.

This means that the communication has now entered the secure channel.

She quickly called her friend.

moment.

The phone was connected, and a charming female voice came from inside: "Murphy, what's wrong?"

Murphy lowered his voice: "I met Dean at NSA stronghold 13."

"Dean?"

"Dean!"

The woman on the other end of the phone exclaimed twice in a row, and then said excitedly: "Do you have any detailed information? You know, his current information is not cheap."

"I don't know. The person in charge here is a pervert. I can't afford to offend him, but I can see from Dean's lips that he seems to be talking about 'toy killer'. He may be investigating a certain case."

Murphy told everything he knew.

"Wow, what a coincidence."

On the other end of the phone, I was stunned for a moment, and then said with full expectation: "Murphy, there is a good show to watch. Your information is very valuable. I can give you five game coins."

Murphy's eyes lit up.

An organization's game currency can currently be exchanged for more than 10,000 US dollars in cash, and it is the kind that is laundered.

Five pieces, is at least 50,000 US dollars in income!

Today's luck is really good.

hang up the phone.

Murphy whistled, ready to go back to the coffee shop.

Actually.

She still has business to come here today, but she just happened to meet Dean and wanted to make a fortune.

Murphy was still immersed in the joy of harvest.

While she was blowing a cheerful tune, she opened the back door.

next moment.

The joy on Murphy's face froze.

In the passage of the back door, Dean, who thought he was leaving, was holding a simple radio and grinning at her: "surprise!"

What is a surprise?

This ride is a surprise!

One moment Murphy was thinking that she could buy a few more bags this month, but the next moment it was like falling into hell, seeing Satan waving at her!

"FK!"

Murphy didn't hesitate.

She slammed her right knee into Big Brother Dean's hiding place with quick precision.

Dean's figure flashed, avoiding the attack at the vital point, and at the same time, he grabbed Murphy's hair and lifted her head violently, exposing her snow-white neck.

A chill surged in Murphy's heart.

She seemed to realize what was going to happen next and wanted to beg for mercy.

Zizi~

Accompanied by the sound of water.

A circle of blood-colored spray burst from Murphy's throat, and finally turned into a blood-colored shower representing the passing of life.

Ten seconds later.

Murphy's originally terrified but bright and beautiful eyes were completely frozen and lost their charm.

Leave the body behind.

Dean flipped his right hand, and the blade between his fingers was put away again.

A person who is malicious to himself.

No matter men, women or children.

He has only one principle: physical destruction!

The Sima Face waiter who was originally at the front desk appeared behind Dean: "Agent Dean, you made such a bloody mess, I need to spend a lot of energy to clean it up."

"Okay, here's the cleaning fee."

Dean took out a stack of loose bills and put them on Murphy's still warm body: "I still have to deal with my friend's case. Please help me deal with this woman's body."

Sima Lian, the waiter at the front desk, licked his lips: "Don't worry, it's just a small character who was recruited. Since she wanted to sell your news, she was caught, and she will die if she dies. I will deal with her cleanly!"

Dean nodded, walked to the place where Murphy was calling, retracted a receiver the size of a pigeon egg, and quickly left the uninhabited alley.

Murphy thought he had left.

In fact, Dean went directly to the front desk, called the person in charge here, the waiter Sima Mian, and listened to Murphy's phone chat together.

after all.

Kill on the opponent's territory.

It's hard to justify not saying hello in advance.

As for staying alive, it doesn't make sense.

For the intelligence agencies of the NSA and FBI, they knew everything they should know about the Lucifer game organization, and the things they couldn't know were not something that a passer-by like Murphy could touch.

Killing counts.

It's just that I didn't expect the "Lucifer Game Organization" to finally focus on me.

Just don't know what they want to do!

Dean originally wanted to call Anthony, but the phone was rarely connected, so he could only prepare to go back at night and send an email to explain the situation, hoping that Anthony could give him some pointers.

roadside.

Harry lit his third cigarette bored.

When Dean came out, he said he had a stomachache and went to the toilet.

This time, it took almost ten minutes.

Harry had reason to suspect that Dean was constipated.

Just when his thoughts diverged.

Dean, who disappeared, reappeared in front of him: "Let's go, Harry."

Harry nodded and was about to drive, when suddenly his nose twitched, and he looked at Dean in surprise: "Dude, you won't be able to come out, and the result is too hard, causing local bleeding, right?"

He smelled a faint smell of blood on Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes: "If you talk nonsense, I'll make you bleed locally!"

Harry shrank his head, opened the car door quickly, and drove back to the police station.

in the car.

Dean pulls out the note he got from the cafe.

The above information is relatively short:

Toy Killer:

"Sion, male, 44 years old, native of Alabama.

This is a surgeon who has been jailed for bad medical malpractice.

He has a perverted obsession with human tissue, and he likes to replace a certain part of the victim's body with a 'toy' after knocking people out.

Take one thing, leave one thing behind!

Thain is obsessed with this game.

this stage.

The victims were only maimed, but none died.

His playfulness grew, and he simply 'fixed' the victim on the steel pipe, and then directly transformed a certain part of the opponent's body into a toy.

until one mistake.

Thain left his own blood at the scene of the crime.

In the end, the police found him based on the blood information, and found the missing remains of many victims in the basement of his home.

Although there is no complete chain of evidence, it is determined that Thain is a toy killer.

But it's special.

In the end, Thain was charged with serial killings and was imprisoned in March 1998. He has not been released from prison so far.

Since his imprisonment.

Alabama's toy homicide substitution case, also no longer appears. "

Seeing the last few lines, Dean thought he had misread.

Henry's method of death is undoubtedly the same as Thain's method of killing.

His eyes were taken away and made into a toy, partly pierced and caused massive bleeding, exquisite surgical techniques

These are consistent with the intelligence information.

The only problem is that Thain is still in a prison in Alabama.

The other party has no chance of committing crimes!

"Could it be a copycat?"

Dean touched his chin and looked at Harry who was driving: "Man, I asked some people in the industry, and he told me that Henry's method of death is very similar to a perverted method called 'Toy Killer', have you heard of it? "

"Toy Killer?" Harry shook his head hesitantly: "There shouldn't be any, otherwise Henry's 'strange' way of dying would definitely leave a deep impression on me."

"Okay, then we can only hope that Daisy can get the other party's information."

Dean closed his eyes and said nothing more.

the next day.

Dean came to the office early.

Harry arrived earlier than him.

This poor guy, with bloodshot eyes and a strong smell of cigarettes on his body, looks like a licking dog trapped in love, and he seems to have found out that he has been taken advantage of for helping others raise children for more than ten years. His eyes have lost the light.

Dean covered his nose: "You didn't smoke cigarettes all night, did you?"

"Almost." Harry looked up at the ceiling, and said without interest:

"I told Sarah yesterday that something bad happened to his brother.

Salad was sad.

I wanted to comfort her.

Then she thanked me sadly and called a woman.

My daughter still calls that woman 'Baba'."

Harry expressed grief and indignation: "This stinky bitch just treats me as a tool to give birth to a child. She never thought about letting me see the child in the future, and after knowing that my brother died, she clearly told me that she can't see the child in the future. , or I will lose my job!"

Dean looked sympathetic: "Well, it seems that you met Lala as a surrogate, man, she was even reluctant to spend money to buy the conception seeds from the black market, and she chose to prostitute you for nothing, which is really too much."

Harry was comforted more and more uncomfortable.

He tried to hold his head up.

Kings shouldn't cry for women!

Can't cry!

…

Daisy and the others haven't come yet.

Dean yawned, ready to pour himself a cup of coffee before talking to Harry.

crunch.

The office door was pushed open.

Holz rushed in in a hurry, and was relieved when he saw someone inside.

see.

Dean asked suspiciously, "Dude, is there anything urgent that you can't call?"

"Because it's inconvenient to make a phone call!" Holz spoke quickly: "Early this morning, there were people from Alabama, with a police chief's approval slip, ready to take away Henry's body!"

"What!"

Dean's eyes were fixed: "Why, how did Alabama have anything to do with us? And Henry just died yesterday, how did they know?"

"because I"

Holz looked helpless:

"I checked the blood on Henry's finger, and found that the genetic material on it showed that it was a prisoner serving a sentence in Alabama.

out of curiosity.

I called them.

As a result, people came over there early this morning.

They said that the discovery of Henry's body may lead to the overturning of the criminal's charges, so they must take the body away as part of the evidence. "

Fuck!

Steal my case?

Dean grabbed his coat and walked towards the forensics department with a cold face.