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

On the way to training camp.

Dean looked at the scenery outside the window, feeling a little bored.

The driver was a bald-headed black man with no expression on his face. He had fierce facial features. He belonged to the kind who could directly mix into Somali pirates by resisting an AK47.

The two of them spent more than an hour together from getting in the car to now, but they only spoke a few words.

One sentence is to check the identity.

One sentence is that Dean asked several times how long it took to get to training camp.

The other party's answer is always: Immediately!

"Dude, do you mind if I smoke in the car?"

The black man didn't look back.

beep~

The windows open automatically.

Well, it means yes.

This hairy guy didn't even want to look at him, and nodded!

Dean leaned against the car window depressedly, took out his cigarette and lit it, looked at the scenery outside, and took a deep breath.

He found that his second-level mind-reading skills were useless in front of the person in front of him.

Because you can't face a sculpture and analyze something useful.

This guy is very professional.

at this time.

Outside the driveway, an inconspicuous small tree quickly passed by Dean's eyes.

Dean's pupils shrank slightly.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and pretended to be casual: "Dude, are you sure we are going to the base? Why do I feel like we have driven nearly two hundred kilometers?"

half an hour ago.

They have been here!

"Found?"

The bald black man with a blank face, Sima's face collapsed, and he glanced at the time next to him: "Your observation skills are very good, open the partition above your head, there is a drawing board on it, if you can draw our road map, Then your camp permit will be approved."

"Is this thing still going to be tested in the camp?" Dean took down a small white drawing board with a grid like a child's from above his head with a look of displeasure.

"Haha.", the black man laughed, and when he heard the car on the side of the road, he said kindly, "I don't need it, but who told you that you are Anthony's student? By the way, Dean, that is the drawing board I bought for my daughter. Be gentle with it."

Hear what black people say.

While writing and drawing on the drawing board, Dean asked curiously, "Is Anthony famous in your group?"

"Of course!", the bald black man nodded as a matter of course:

"Honor Anthony is a special staff member of the FBI.

He has taught many excellent students.

And those people, many of them have quit the front line now, and have become new trainers.

like me.

Formal introduction, my name is Massa, the trace tracking expert of the training camp, and also your senior. "

Dean shrugged: "Well, I met a guy from the Security Bureau before and recognized me. Now it seems that Mentor Anthony sent my information to you."

"Yes, we have an internal security group to help each other. This is also a means of self-protection."

Massa sighed: "Many times, for some purposes, our lives are worthless, so we have to learn to unite so that we can have more choices when we are threatened."

"But you didn't open the back door for me, buddy, I doubt your words." Dean smiled and handed over the drawn map.

It is his instinct to memorize the terrain route.

Life in the sewers in his previous life taught him a lot.

Of course, it was difficult for Dean to do so easily in the past. At most, he could only remember some obvious terrain features.

Now he clearly knows how many turns Massa took, how long each section of the road took, how many roads he changed, and other details.

This is the benefit of raising one level of mental power.

Massa took the drawing board, looked at it, and replied: "I'm sorry, I also want to take care of you, but Lord Anthony refuses to let you, you will understand later, this"

Sudden.

He paused and uttered a dirty word: "FK, do you have GPS installed?"

With some disbelief, Massa took out a map around Los Angeles and compared the routes. He was shocked to find that the driving route drawn by Dean was basically the same as the map, and the length was also similar.

Dean let out a puff of smoke leisurely: "If you cover my eyes, maybe I can draw more accurately."

"Well, those who can be accepted as formal apprentices by Your Excellency Anthony are indeed perverts. It is a waste of talent for you to stay in the police station."

Massa muttered a few words, and handed a box to Dean: "The people before have already started the second phase of actual combat training, and here are the materials."

"What is the first phase of training?"

"Some basic things, such as criminal psychology, informatics, trace science, etc., of course, can't be taught too much, just give them an impression, so that after they leave, they will know how to learn by themselves."

Short-term training, the main training vision and thinking to solve the case.

Dean felt a little sorry.

He is learning things very quickly now. If he can learn again, it is probably easy to add a few more skills to the panel, so that he can improve later when needed.

But the dragon-slaying knife is in hand.

There is no rush either.

Open the box.

Inside is a stack of photos and documents.

The photos include men and women, old and young.

There are three or five together.

There are also more than a dozen people together that are similar to family photos.

Each photo has a number, and those files are the detailed information corresponding to these photo numbers.

Inside the box, there are a total of 13 photos, with a total of 73 people.

Dean quickly flipped through the information, and quickly discovered the commonality in it:

First, these people all disappeared while traveling on Route 66 in the United States.

Second, these people, no matter how many people are together, there must be one person among them, or a police officer for many years, or a soldier who has recently retired, or even a retired member of the Navy SEALs.

Third, these people, the area where they lost contact last, are all located in the range of the ‘Taria Mountains’.

The data also specifically marked the information of the "Taria Mountains".

It used to be a holy place for gold diggers. Many people panned for gold in the rivers there during the Western Development. Now there are some tourists who like to try their luck.

As for American Route 66, Dean knew it himself.

Route 66 is the mother road of the United States. It has witnessed the prosperity and prosperity of the western United States. It symbolizes dreams and realizes the American dream.

The road, which had been removed from the road map of America fifteen years ago, fell into disrepair.

But a unique historical position.

It has become a check-in point for many car travel enthusiasts.

There are too many elements here.

A few words immediately popped up in Dean's mind: hunting game, hunting in no man's land, fatal bend.

These are all famous road homicides that occurred in the early years.

Abundant material, empty spirit.

Many young men and women in the United States will one day be impulsive and come to a trip where they say they can leave and die.

Because they forget that no man's land is dangerous and disorderly.

Some perverts saw the opportunity and joined the feast.

They are either for money, or they are tired of hunting wild beasts, and they regard their own kind as prey, or they have taken a fancy to those youthful, silly, white and sweet girls, and they are going to take them back to the wooden house in the wilderness for captivity.

In short.

until now.

On those wilderness roads in no-man's land, crimes that no one knows are happening all the time.

And those victims will be added to the list of missing persons counted every year after a few years, becoming a series of cold data.

Inside the police station.

These travel roads are generally called death roads.

There are too many dead souls on the road.

So... on the FBI's side, a road disappearance case is listed as a practical teaching for trainees?

Reminiscent of the practical lessons Anthony taught himself before.

Dean couldn't help but wonder.

Did Anthony bring down these FBI instructors, or did these training bases bring Anthony down.

"Have you finished reading it?"

Massa took out a bottle of cold beer from the small refrigerator under the seat, bit off the cork, and drank happily.

For modelling.

along the way.

He was suffocated.

Dean tosses the box aside:

"After reading it, this should be a hunting game.

The murderer should be a group of people!

Through certain channels, they select their prey and then commit crimes.

Given the random nature of these missing persons tours.

I suggest focusing on motels and hotels in small towns near the 'Thalia Mountains'.

They should have set up outposts in these places and picked prey, and there must be official personnel involved. "

"Cough cough cough~", Massa choked.

He coughed up tears, and it took him a long time to recover, and looked at Dean with God-like eyes: "Dude, are you really only 22 years old?"

It took them almost half a month to figure out all this information, and then they fished out the perverted gang.

The result is in Dean's mouth, but it seems to be personally involved.

"Actually, I have almost ten days left before I officially turn 22."

Dean shrugged:

"There is too much information to refer to in this kind of continuous case. If you look at the problem through the essence, you will find the criminal characteristics of the murderer.

No challenge!

And it will take too much time to go back and forth, it's not interesting at all.

Is there a case that is more interesting but doesn't take too much time? "

"Why?"

"Because my dear mother hopes that I can eat the cake she baked by herself on Christmas Day. I swore that even if it rains with knives, I will go back on time."

Massa rolled his eyes and gave Dean a thumbs up: "Well, your excellence has conquered me, and I admit that you are qualified to choose cases."

finished.

He took out a black satellite phone and dialed it.

moment.

Massa put the phone away, and said in a relaxed tone: "There is a case that matches your statement, but it may be dangerous. Are you sure you want to change it?"

"Tell me."

"There is a pair of crazy skinning brothers who are currently wanted by us.

They like to use a chainsaw to saw people into pieces, then cut off the faces of those people, dry them and sew them into clothes, and wear them on themselves.

The police have been chasing them, but there are too many no-man's-lands in America.

In the end, they fled, killed a family of six, took the owner's guns, and hid in the Hagar Mountains.

It was a hunting ground. Earlier, it was also a stronghold of some bandits, and the terrain was very complicated.

Originally, if this kind of person does not run out again, we generally seldom continue to chase them.

But they didn't know how to live or die. On the way to escape, they tortured and killed the young son of a rich man who ran away from home. "

Massa smiled:

"The rich man offered a reward of five million dollars, hoping that when his son was buried on 12/21, the heads of the two brothers would be placed in front of the tombstone to repent.

My friend originally wanted to invite me to deal with this case alone.

Because I'm an expert in trail tracking.

Dean, are you interested? I can take you with me and teach you trace tracking by the way. "

Dean became interested: "How will the money be divided then?"

"Distribute according to credit." Massa said indifferently: "Anyway, I have to rely on me for tracking. I will take two million dollars alone, and you two can discuss the rest yourself!"

"You're so sure you can find those two brothers!"

"As long as they are in the mountain area, even if they hide in the mud, they can't escape my eyes!" Massa was extremely confident!

"It's a deal!"

Dean is preparing for a luxury trip with his family after Christmas, which is just enough to replenish his wallet that is about to dry up!

"Then let's pick up my friend first!" Massa uttered a strange cry, slammed on the accelerator, turned 180 degrees, and led Dean to drag the car and disappeared on this deserted road.

I'm not sure if I can come out to make changes before twelve o'clock.

You can watch it tomorrow.

Good night, brothers.

Thanks for the reward:

Thanks for the reward of 6,666 book coins from the book friends of "Brilliant Night", thank you boss! Congratulations on being promoted to League 2!

Thanks to the two book friends of "Good Night Dream" and "Health and Happiness 2022" for their rewards, and thanks to the two bosses!

Dean: "Thank you '20181220175734599' book friend for your reward, thank you boss!"