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

"To be honest, I never saw so many excavators working at the same time when the big square was being built before." An older policeman, squatting on the ground with his companions, looked at the dust in front of him and muttered.

Dozens of excavators were seen in front of them, shuttling through the ruins in front of them. They had already cleared out the collapsed song and dance theater, and even excavated a deep pit of more than one meter on the ground, exposing the steel support below. body and cement.

Dean and a group of people are standing in front of a machine with a group of people at the moment.

On the machine, a group of red, blue and green lines outline a virtual and abstract microwave imaging map of the underground world.

Ruos has already arrived here, looking nervously at the person observing the image of the machine.

Inspector Louise in Las Vegas pulled Dean aside, and whispered: "Agent Dean, who is this Ross? In such a short period of time, he actually called the entire Las Vegas The construction company in Vegas was dispatched, and this advanced microwave ground-penetrating radar, I have never seen in the army."

Dean shrugged: "As I said, Ross is a very capable person!"

He was referring to the bankability.

In fact, he didn't expect that Ruosi would solve the headaches in this way.

In front of the microwave ground penetrating radar, the middle-aged man who tapped his fingers quickly stopped suddenly and turned a small handle to control the machine and adjust the direction.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man showed joy on his face.

He spoke quickly: "Mr. Ruos, I found it. I found two things that are wrong. They are three humanoid objects. They are in the lower layer of the cavity at this position!"

"Great, thank you, Mr. Siroer!"

Hearing this, Ruosi, who was at the side, relaxed his nervous expression.

The middle-aged grinned: "It's just an improved product idea that hasn't left the research institute. It's a trivial matter. I also have to thank you for donating five million dollars to our school's research institute. This"

Ross was in no mood to be polite.

He looked at his friend Dean: "What are we going to do next?"

There is not much cement layer, and if we continue to dig, those heavy excavators may cause the subsidence to collapse.

"With the data support of this microwave ground-penetrating radar, we can directly blast the next cement layer at fixed points."

After Dean finished speaking, he waved his hand.

Louise nodded and left.

moment.

Accompanied by a series of explosions.

A large gust of airflow just rolled the dust into the sky.

Huge movement.

A man's roar came from the ground, which was drowned in the aftershocks of the explosion.

After a group of fully armed members of the Las Vegas Special Operations Team descended through the rope and appeared in the underground space, they saw a strange scene:

A man in an old tuxedo, dragging his right leg that was broken by the gravel, threw himself on the rubble of a wheelchair that was smashed by the gravel, holding a head that had turned into a mummified corpse, and pasted it on the On his face, he was crying frantically while calling his mother, as if he could not feel the pain from the broken leg at all.

And farther away.

On the stone platform, a woman in a skirt sleeps soundly with her eyes closed, just like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale.

Gaia is very lucky.

She almost felt the murderer's enthusiasm for tearing out the heart and lungs, skinning and tearing the bones, but because she was anesthetized, the designated blasting expert placed the blasting location in the only area where humanoid activities were monitored, so she was not baptized by the rocks above her head .

ground.

Seeing that the police had taken action, Ruos clenched his fists and walked back and forth uneasily.

He didn't know if his fiancée was intact now, and he didn't know if the action would cause accidental injury to his fiancée.

But this is already the best course of action.

For the rest, you can only pray to God.

Dean was waiting for the result in his mind.

He was not involved in the action.

Still the same sentence: A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Ruo Si's fiancée, it's not worth his risking his life to enter the restricted underground space.

Cheston, on the other hand, kept looking at Dean's back with fiery eyes.

As the person who accompanied Ruo Si the whole time, he was the only one on the scene who knew how much money Ruo Si had paid to rescue his fiancée.

More than thirty million dollars!

More than 30 million US dollars in 2001!

In order to get together the lineup in front of him.

Ruos has paid more than 30 million U.S. dollars to the university's scientific research institute, all construction companies in Las Vegas, the Las Vegas police, and other institutions in various names!

This money, let alone digging three feet into the ground.

Cheston, whose monthly salary is less than 4,000 U.S. dollars, suspects that if necessary, this guy, Ruos, can even ask the military to do something for him!

After all, there have been many corruption scandals in the American military.

When Cheston was a student before, I even heard them joke from the instructors: "If anyone wants to be a king, he can directly buy the military with money. They will take off their military uniforms and help you get rid of the armed forces of a small country." regime."

Waiting.

A message popped up in Dean's mind: Las Vegas serial body throwing case was solved, experience value +300, current level 20 (2900/3800).

The rescue was successful!

but

Dean's face was a little ugly.

The experience value is too low!

A case of a perverted murderer who used cruel means to kill five people in a row. After being solved, he only got 300 experience points!

If I want to upgrade in the future, don't I start with ten cases?

Temporarily suppress this bad guess.

Dean stopped Ruos who was walking back and forth: "Jose, you have to learn to stay calm!"

Ruos scratched his messy hair: "Dean, you don't understand, Gaia left the family for the first time, and this time she came to America because of me. If something happened to her, I really don't know how to face her." To her family."

This guy is very responsible, otherwise he wouldn't be so guilty.

Dean comforted: "You have done everything you can, and Gaia will be fine."

His voice just fell.

The ropes of the Las Vegas action police officers began to rise, and Louise also ran over from the deep pit in front, and said with a happy face: "That bastard has been caught!"

Ruos immediately stepped forward and grabbed Louise's shoulder: "Where's Gaia?"

"It's okay, the victim is okay, but she is in a state of anesthesia and sleeping, and we have already let the medical staff enter the scene," although Louise was not happy with Ruosi's behavior.

But considering the movement made by this guy Ruos, she still squeezed out a smile.

When Ruos heard that Gaia was fine, he relaxed in a tense breath, his body went limp, and he sat down on the ground.

The ghost knows what kind of psychological torment he endured during Gaia's disappearance.

Dean stepped forward and pulled him up: "Ross, let's go and check on your fiancée. When she wakes up, she definitely hopes that you will be the first person she sees."

"Maybe I can try to kiss her like I kissed Sleeping Beauty, but now, I hope that you, Dean, can do something for me!" Ruos put his arms around Dean's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "I don't want The guy who hurt Gaia is still alive!"

oh~

Dean looked at Ross with some surprise.

Haven't seen you in a while.

This guy has gotten tougher.

Ruos explained: "I need to respond to this, otherwise Gaia's family will think that Gaia has followed an unreliable person, I don't care, but I don't want people around me to And be ridiculed."

"Yes, your attitude towards the enemy can help you avoid a lot of trouble!"

Dean looked at Ruos with relief, nodded and made a promise: "Don't worry, the guy who hurt your fiancee will not show up in the hospital alive."

Louise on the side: "."

Is it okay to say this to my face?

In the ambulance.

The doctor was preparing to inject drugs to relieve the pain of the smashed murderer.

clang clang~

Dean knocked on the car door. "Guys, I need some alone time with this guy."

"The patient needs to stop the bleeding, otherwise...", the doctor wanted to say something, but when he saw the FBI agent card in Dean's hand, he closed his mouth sincerely.

He was just a car doctor, and it was just a professional instinct to speak, but he couldn't get himself into trouble because of a criminal.

Empty the medics in the ambulance.

Dean sat down beside the glassy-eyed handsome man.

The man's mother's head, which the man regards as a treasure, has been forcibly removed by the action team and collected as evidence. After that, he became this lost soul.

"Don't you want to explain this matter?"

Dean said in a low voice.

The man remained motionless, turning a deaf ear, completely immersed in his own world.

see.

Dean grinned, stretched out his hand, creaked a few places on the man's body, and twisted it violently!

The pain came.

The man's sluggish eyes finally fluctuated.

He instinctively twisted his body bound by the restraint belt, and looked at Dean viciously: "Give me back my mother!"

Dean didn't care about the man's attitude.

Just be able to communicate!

He stroked the boy's injured thigh with his palm, and said in a low voice: "You mean the shriveled and broken woman's remains? Just because of this thing, you ruined our plan?"

Hear the word plan.

The handsome man's pupils shrank, and the fierceness in his eyes instantly turned into fear.

He became even paler due to the massive blood loss, and then seemed to see a savior, excitedly said: "You are from Lucifer? Help me get my mother back, or I will tell the police about the hunting ground! "

Hunting ground?

Dean murmured.

This guy really has something to do with Lucifer and the others.

But what is the hunting ground?

That underground space?

Think about it.

Dean leaned back, took out the gloves from his pocket, and put them on unhurriedly: "Asshole, don't tell me about your damn mother, it seems that you have forgotten your duty!"

"FK!"

"You bastards, go to Nima's duty!"

The handsome man lost his mind because of Dean's words: "No one can insult my mother, let your hunting grounds die, I will definitely tell the police about your plan to hold a battle royale!"

"Ohhhh~", Dean made a mocking voice: "Then, besides knowing a name, what else can you say to those incompetent policemen?"

"a lot of!"

The man said viciously: "You teach hunting skills on the dark web, screen hunters and prey through various channels, spread cult ideas, and sell all kinds of torture and killing real shots"

Dean was no longer interested in listening.

This guy is talking about things that can be found directly on the dark web.

Depending on the situation, all he knows is a name.

"Battle Royale Hunting"

Dean muttered something, pressed his gloved palm on the man's neck, and gently folded it.

Accompanied by a crisp clicking sound.

An adult male, like a little chicken, had his neck broken by Dean, his eyes widened, his throat clucked, and his whole body twitched.

Dean jumped out of the car.

At some point, Cheston appeared one meter away from the ambulance, blocking the medical staff who got off the car further away.

While taking off his gloves, Dean casually said to the doctors and nurses: "The prisoner seems to have twisted his neck. The situation is not good. Please do your best to treat him."

"OK."

The doctor can be sure that when the prisoner was sent to the ambulance, there was nothing wrong with his neck.

But he didn't dare to say much, he called the nurse behind him, and rushed into the ambulance.

Cheston smiled flatteringly and said, "Agent Dean, if that criminal knows your kindness, he will be grateful."

Dean shrugged: "Cheston, the prisoner's life is also life, whether it can be saved or not, we have to show humane care"

"Yes, human care!"

Cheston followed suit with a shrug.

He also heard Ruos's request to Dean just now.

I hope the guy in the ambulance can die soon, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable to be shocked by the chest.

The case is over.

Dean, who had been busy for two or three days, greeted Ruos, and took Cheston back to the hotel, ready to take a good rest.

Hotel balcony.

Dean sat on the recliner, staring at the white clouds above his head in a daze.

Hunting Ground. Battle Royale

Is this the real reason why the Lucifer game organization has made so many things recently?

On the computer, make out problematic pixel games to store all kinds of characteristic serial killers and infiltrate the official intelligence organizations in various places.

Perhaps the things Lucifer has done in the past year are all for a certain purpose.

And this purpose is the great escape

Dean sighed.

Just hearing this name gives people a bad feeling.

After all, even a small character can know the title, which means that this plan is probably close to the implementation stage on Lucifer's side.

Another point is very important.

There are many intelligence organizations in the United States, and they have cultivated many spies.

It is impossible for them to be ignorant of the actions of the Lucifer organization.

The projection of light is darkness.

Dean never doubted that many powerful figures in the United States might have ambiguous ties to the Lucifer organization themselves.

But now is the Internet age.

Once this kind of thing goes wrong later, it is put on the Internet and spreads, it will definitely cause panic among the people.

Does it make sense?

Dean thought hard for a long time, but still couldn't see the purpose of it.

He shook his head and put on his sunglasses.

Perhaps this is the complexity of human nature.