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

Chapter 187 This woman is a bit ruthless, it's over

face threats.

Dean's execution efficiency is terribly high.

an hour ago.

He's also in suburban Los Angeles, dealing with ogre demons.

after an hour.

He has returned to downtown Los Angeles and arrived at the target's residence.

Dean knew only one widow.

Podolia!

She is a police detective in the No. 1 Squadron of the Murder Division. Her husband died in the line of duty, and now she has a very young son, who is plump and mature in her twenties, like a juicy peach, belonging to walking hormones.

at the same time.

Podolia is also Yuko Yamaguchi's cousin.

This afternoon, I also participated in the FBI's interrogation of Yuko Yamaguchi.

Perfect for tipping off an ogre.

Now.

Dean is going to send her back to her hometown to watch the cherry blossoms.

The only problem.

He wasn't sure that after his own testing, Podolia would stay in the residence obediently, waiting for the danger to come.

For internal members of the 'Lucifer Game Organization'.

Even for a woman who seemed powerless, Dean didn't dare to underestimate her in the slightest.

In the age of firearms, how easy is it to kill a person?

Eight or nine-year-old urchins can slaughter seven or eight strong men with a light snap of their fingers, without a single drop of blood and with one breath, which is easier than killing chickens.

Dean didn't want to use his flesh and blood to try the power of the bullet.

for safety.

he chose to wait

now.

inside the house.

The moonlight spreads.

On the bed, a 'woman' with disheveled hair hugged a sleeping child, sleeping soundly, as if she didn't notice the coming crisis.

But if someone is really stupid and rushes to the head of the bed.

There will be unexpected surprises!

The other 'doesn't exist' in the cubicle on the architectural plans.

Podolia was wearing a full set of tight cotton clothes, like those yogis who show off their figure, with a small sword on their waist, with gloomy eyes, staring directly at the picture in the surveillance.

She has already reported to the organization that the ogre may have fallen and she was exposed.

Many people don't know.

The Lucifer game organization seems to be based on the Internet, with four levels of 'elders, apostles, members, and tourists' to distinguish different levels of authority, but in reality, there are three uninitiated groups: field workers, special agents, and sweepers. Also the direct concealment sector.

The most hidden among them is the secret service members.

They are similar to each other's signal towers, and they are responsible for digging suitable personnel, assessing new members in the area radiated by the "Lucifer Game Organization", and being responsible for intelligence support, technical support, and even in the event of local changes. Mobilize the scavenger team to mop up and wipe out the victims.

And she, Puertolia, is a member of the secret service, responsible for the Los Angeles area, in the police force, looking for high-quality seedlings, reporting them to the organization, and absorbing and corrupting them.

certainly.

Except for this identity.

Her own family is actually not simple. It has a gangster background and is responsible for some unspeakable intelligence collection work in the country.

So Podolia joined the "Lucifer Game Organization" not only to satisfy some abnormal desires of her own, but also to use the intelligence network of this magical organization to provide some secret information about the American Federation for the "Sakura Country".

With the help of organization.

Podolia is not worried about her own safety now.

But the identity was exposed.

That means.

On the bright side, her value has been greatly reduced.

This is unacceptable to Podolia!

She couldn't figure out why she was so unlucky recently.

The trader subdued the 'Toy Killer', but all the chess pieces died.

Using the cousin to guide the 'cannibal devil', the cannibal devil also died, and exposed himself!

It made Podolia even more angry.

There is one more thing!

More than a month ago, she recommended a new talent from the police detective department to the organization.

The other party has a lot of shortcomings. After the organization's assessment, if it is seduced, framed, assisted, lured and threatened, etc., the possibility of subduing it is very high.

But he leaned over and hinted clearly that that bastard didn't get in!

It was supposed to go well.

Podoria can directly save enough 'game currency' for promotion, gain greater authority of the organization, and get in touch with more insider information within the organization. Not only can it play more attentively, but it can also meet the internal needs of the "Sakura Kingdom" and provide for itself. Leave a way out.

It's all ruined now!

Podolia's gaze was serious.

Under surveillance, everything is fine.

But she knew it was just an illusion.

On the phone, if the other party can say the word "Sakura", nine times out of ten, they have confirmed their identity.

If the other party does not want to give yourself a chance.

Definitely coming tonight!

However, the organization's assistance does not know when it will be in place.

The thought of hanging his life by a thread made Podolia uncontrollably think of a handsome and confident face.

This person, named Dean, is the 'talent' she recommended to the organization.

Organizations constantly update each other's 'value' by monitoring task releases.

As of now.

The 'Lucifer Game Organization', the personnel responsible for evaluating this aspect, calculated the estimated reward for Podoria, which has been raised to 800 game coins.

Podolia licked her lips.

The reward for developing a title elder is only a game currency reward of over a thousand.

And one Dean is worth eight hundred!

My identities on the surface are no longer safe. Even if I don’t hide my name, I can only use the channels of the organization to go to other places overseas, change my name and surname, and develop again.

compared to first-line members.

Podolia would rather be one of those who set the rules of the game in the organization, instead of fleeing overseas in embarrassment, and continue to work hard to accumulate hard-won organization game coins!

Dean may be her only chance to turn things around.

Cranky.

Time passed bit by bit.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning.

buzz~

at this time.

The mobile phone under Podolia vibrated slightly, and a red reminder appeared: The L7 scavenger team is already in place, and the communication channel is open, please contact as soon as possible.

The force group sent by the organization to cover her departure is here!

L stands for Los Angeles.

7, representing the seventh group.

Podolia is familiar with the 5-9 team organized in Los Angeles.

Because these groups were established by the remnants of the gunmen she absorbed into the organization through the destruction of the Carmen family, they can be regarded as having some affection.

"Bastard, you actually sent a group of cannon fodder!"

Unwillingness flashed across Podolia's eyes, and she slowly got up.

Now she can only pray that after she leaves the United States, the organization can successfully absorb the 'Dean' she recommended, lest she go overseas and have to start all over again.

She took out her mobile phone, clicked on the new communication list that appeared on her mobile phone, and called out.

"Widow, I'm glad you're okay."

"Thank you, I'm at home now, but I'm not sure if the enemy is watching from the dark. I need you to ensure the safety of the surroundings before I come out!"

"Sorry, our equipment and personnel do not support this, and the order sent to us by the organization is to cover you and leave Los Angeles before six o'clock!

Pick up your boat now and wait right by the sea.

Widow, you don't have much time! "

Hear here.

Podolia's heart tightened!

The meaning in the other party's words is obvious: if you can't leave before dawn, you can stay here forever!

A cold look flashed in her eyes, she licked her red lips, and said softly: "Understood, I'll come out right away."

hang up the phone.

Podolia slowly drew out the small tachi at his waist, slashed his tongue along the cold edge of the knife, opened the dark cabinet, walked with the knife, and rushed out of the darkness in three or two steps.

Under the moonlight.

The shadow fell.

A cold light flashed.

On the bed, the neck of the sleeping child rolled off the bed like a ball.

Podolia shook the blade, took out a piece of white cloth that had been prepared a long time ago, wrapped the bloody 'ball' that had rolled to the bottom of the bed, kissed tenderly, put on the large foreign clothes of Sakura Kingdom, and hid the Kodachi in the cross In the meantime, put the 'ball' on your back and walk out.

He has practiced the ancient fighting method for more than twenty years.

Podolia is confident enough that in the blink of an eye, he has killed all enemies in seven steps, blood staining his whole body without fear of guns.

She was young and didn't want to die.

So who doesn't have eyes today!

Who is dead!

outside.

Two cars parked stately outside Podolia's house.

Five or six people stood scattered around the car with guns, their eyes vigilantly scanning their surroundings, but they didn't find Dean who had been watching them secretly.

Podolia's evaluation of them is very pertinent.

This is a group of rabble who are suitable for watching construction sites, and cannon fodder gunners trained by the Carmen family.

crunch~

With the door open.

In a kimono and sneakers, Bodolia walked out of the house in a nondescript way through the shadows.

She frowned and looked at the receptionist on the side of the road.

Don't these idiots know that standing under the light means there is no threat?

Don't wait for her to think about it.

A burly bearded man wearing a baseball cap waved at her: "We've got an escape route, you're timed out!"

Podolia scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no problem, she walked towards the crowd with strange steps.

Each step.

Her figure is covered by the plants and buildings outside the yard.

In this way, not only can you avoid being sniped, but you can also find a bunker as soon as possible to protect yourself after encountering an attack.

The guides are all rude.

They stared straight at the walking, the whiteness and softness leaking out from under the crossed skirts, and they couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Several people looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Everything goes without saying.

The two sides meet.

All is well.

Podolia breathed a sigh of relief, facing everyone's fiery eyes, smiled and said: "L7, you were the organization I recruited back then, can you tell me that the organization is really planning to send me away?"

The leading strong man nodded: "Yes, get in the car, let's."

Shua~

The hem of the clothes carried a delicate fragrance, pouring into the man's nostrils.

next moment.

He only felt a slight chill in his throat, and then he heard the sound of a fountain surging, as the blood vessels rushed to his throat, taking away the strength and warmth of his whole body.

The skirt fell.

The people behind the leading strong man were still amazed at the openness of this woman, when she was in the air force.

Podolia stared at her little feet and kicked the leading strong man behind him.

Zi~

A bloodstain exploded just right, and the blood spattered, and the people behind him were stunned, and they only had time to instinctively close their eyes.

The eyes are closed.

They completely lost the opportunity to start again.

Podolia took the opportunity to slash with a knife, as nimble as a rabbit, cutting willow leaves through the wind, with the ruthlessness of cutting the throat with a knife.

In just a split second.

The petite man, drenched in rain of blood, rushed out of the crowd and stood with a knife.

behind.

Five or six men, five big and three thick, were armed with rifles, clutching their half-slit throats, and fell down powerlessly, making the cold air around them smell of blood.

Podolia exhaled a hot breath, shook the small hand holding the knife, and after shaking off the sticky blood, sheathed the knife and walked towards another car without looking back.

In fact, she didn't have any definite evidence that there was something wrong with the few people who supported her, but she just felt that the way they looked at her was too presumptuous.

Only those who are no longer afraid of themselves will have such an attitude.

So they die.

I would rather kill a mistake than let it go.

Bodolia will never let fate choose her, she will only choose fate actively.

Even if it's the wrong way.

Pull open the pickup truck door.

Printed into Podolia's eyes, it turned out to be a body bag and a bundle of nylon ropes.

She pursed her lips.

very good.

It seems that the so-called sending oneself out to sea is actually sending oneself to sleep at the bottom of the sea.

What a disappointment.

Podolia shook her head regretfully, got in the car, started it, and prepared to drive towards the city.

Now that we are all ready to leave.

Then just kill that little boy of Dean.

What she can't get and what she wants to lose, only by destroying it with her own hands, can she feel at ease!

It's good to point first and then kill.

It just so happened that I sent away my predecessor's son with my own hands.

It would be a beautiful thing to get the seeds of Mr. Dean.

Podolia fantasizes about her future life.

next moment.

There was a soft buzz.

She covered her neck and looked at the green forest outside the window in astonishment:

A man wearing a white mask waved at her, put his hands in his pockets, and left slowly

There are still people!

Dizziness came to mind.

Podolia gritted her teeth and abruptly pulled out the short needle pierced into her neck.

She slumped back on the quilt chair, letting the blood in her neck quickly congeal and turn black. In a trance, the familiar figure flashed past, and her eyes suddenly appeared.

Dean!

The masked man who keeps sabotaging his actions is Dean

half an hour.

Dean goes back and forth.

He walked up to the car and looked at the wide-eyed, dying Podolia, feeling strange in his heart.

to be honest.

Although he thought that Podolia was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, he also never thought that this mature widow was so tough, cutting people like grass.

Several heavily armed men.

In less than two seconds, the collective rushed to the street.

can only say.

It is not unreasonable that some things can still be passed down to this day after the rise of firearms and firearms.

Taking advantage of the situation here, no one found out.

Dean opened the car door and searched for Podolia's body.

Clothes ripped apart.

Dean was disappointed to find that apart from a Taidao, some scattered banknotes, and a forged ID card on Podolia's body, only the small bag on his back contained things.

"I hope there will be something about the Lucifer game organization on this."

With some expectation in his heart, Dean opened the package.

What came into view was a 'blood-stained ball' with eyes closed, the size of an adult's palm.

This ball, estimated to be only one or two years old, was of mixed race. When it left the body, it should have been in a deep sleep, and it was cut by a sharp blade. It left the world without waking up.

Dean is numb.

As far as he knows.

Podolia's son seems to be that old.

Indeed.

Escaping with a child is hard.

But Podolia killed her own son directly

Ruthless.

Dean shook his head, lost in nothing, and disappeared into the dark night before dawn.

next.

I can only expect Anbei to help me find out why the 'Lucifer Game Organization' pays attention to me.

A busy night.

Back to the hotel, sleep!