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

Before the door was opened, a tingling sensation welled up in his chest.

Dean's pupils shrank.

This familiar feeling!

Under instinct.

He grabbed Catherine, who was 1.8 meters tall, and his figure flashed.

next moment!

The muzzle of the swarthy gun sticks out, and without the slightest hesitation, it aims at the opening and shoots again and again!

bang bang bang~

Six shots in a row!

Blood spattered everywhere, and exclamations sounded.

The originally peaceful first-class cabin suddenly became chaotic.

"FK, Maier, bring your gun up here. Huh~", Captain Luthor, who was belatedly aware of it, was knocked unconscious by Maier's punch before he could finish speaking.

Empty magazine.

While changing the magazine, Maier opened his collar, and quickly said to the top pocket button: "There is a problem with the first-class cabin, just go straight."

at this time!

One palm, pressed firmly on the cabin door that was about to close!

Maier's expression changed, he turned his right hand dexterously, raised the muzzle of the gun again, and was about to kill the person blocking the door.

A huge impact came.

At the same time that Maier's figure became unstable, a fist like a sandbag hit him on the forehead, hitting him backwards, hitting the co-pilot seat hard, and losing consciousness.

"Mel?"

Above the button, there was a low voice.

This is already exposed!

Dean memorized the voice, picked up the plastic revolver dropped by the other party, took out a dozen matching bullets from the other party's mouth and put them in his pocket, and said to Catherine and the others: "Leave two people to tie him up, and let the captain recover by the way." Sober, Catherine, you explain the situation through the radio, let everyone raise their hands to avoid misunderstanding, and the rest of you will follow me to other cabins now!"

finished.

He hung the police badge on his chest, held a gun in both hands, and strode towards the business class and economy class!

Plans can't keep up with changes!

This is a terrorist organization with a strict plan!

That noble lady is basically the secret of the other party staying in the first class cabin. Once someone knocks on the door and the lady does not give a safety notice, the people inside will give the order without hesitation and start in advance!

It's hard to guard against!

When Maier was inside the gate, he had already given the order to launch the plan.

now

It can only be broken by violence!

Through bloody means, forcibly suppress everyone on this plane, without giving the other party the slightest chance.

Dean is now only fortunate that the plane is currently on autopilot. Even if the captain is in a coma, there will be no accident for a while.

I am afraid that these robbers have installed remote-controlled bombs on the plane!

Now I can only give it a go!

"Inspector, what are we going to do next?"

Several people hurriedly followed Dean, came to the business class, and asked them what to do.

They were lucky just now.

All of Maier's bullets hit the body of his companion, the lady, so no one was injured.

Without looking back, Dean flashed his gun with both hands, and said loudly: "FBI, terrorists have sneaked into the plane, everyone raised their hands, don't cause misunderstanding!"

Some looked puzzled, some fell asleep, some shook their heads while listening to the song, and some looked bewildered.

A man, a woman, and two flight attendants looked at Dean's group of people with terrified and bewildered eyes, especially the 'toy revolver' in his hand, wondering if he was on drugs.

ding dong~

But their familiar broadcast sounded on the side wall of the cabin: "Emergency broadcast! Emergency broadcast! Ladies and gentlemen, terrorists have been found on the plane, please sit down, raise your hands, and wait for Inspector Dean's arrangement. Don't get me wrong, it's not a drill, repeat, it's not a drill!"

Several broadcasts in a row.

The originally bewildered cabin finally came to its senses, but it was also in chaos.

Some people raised their hands tremblingly, some people covered their heads and wanted to hide.

The two flight attendants, a man and a woman, recognized Catherine's voice, and stood beside Dean and the others very anxiously, not knowing what to do next.

Dean glanced around like a knife, without any hesitation, raised his hand and shot three times, a precise headshot!

The two men and one woman who were scattered on both sides did not say a word, and just stood up, they were shot precisely in the eye sockets, and fell down with their heads up.

The gunfire finally suppressed the chaotic crowd.

Dean said again: "Everyone stay where they are, raise your hands, don't make any extra moves!"

Three headshots will do more than words.

On the plane, men, women and children, all sat in their original positions, obediently raised their hands, and did not dare to move.

Dean signaled to the people behind him: "Go and search the bodies of the three dead people to see if there are any weapons. I need you to help me guard the business class!"

Small airlines have the benefits of small airlines.

This plane is not big, although there are first class, business class, and economy class, but there are only more than 80 passengers in total, and the passengers are also distributed on the left and right sides, with the aisle in the middle, which is easy to control!

Charles and the two brave men before him listened to Dean's words the most, searched the bodies of the two men and a woman, and actually found the guns from them.

Charles saw the thing in his hand, but his face changed drastically. He hurriedly stuffed it into his clothes, then hurried to Dean, and handed over a small book: "Inspector Dean, something is wrong!"

Dean looked down.

Fuck!

The reaction is fast!

Out of two men and one woman, one man is an air policeman

A ruthless look flashed in Dean's eyes: "He died of robbers, Charles!"

Charles shook his hand and nodded hesitantly: "I won't say it, but many people have seen it!"

He is not a kind person, and he is willing to help Dean, who has saved his daughter's life, keep it a secret, but there are so many people here, how could it be possible to keep it a secret?

"Don't worry, he will only die at the hands of robbers!"

Dean glanced at the two flight attendants next to him, covered their mouths tightly in fright, and stretched out his hand to Charles: "Give me the gun!"

When Charles met Dean's cold eyes, his heart trembled, and he quickly stuffed the Lolock 17, two magazines, and the certificate hidden under his clothes into Dean's hand.

Satisfaction appeared in Dean's eyes.

The plastic revolver, limited by its material, may not be able to kill some strong people with one blow, but the Lolock 17 is much more powerful!

He handed a plastic revolver to Charles, and said: "This group of people may have hidden remote-controlled bombs on the plane. If you want to take your daughter down safely, please help me look after this place. As long as someone puts down their hands, If there is any movement, shoot!"

Catherine's broadcast is tantamount to self-exposure.

The next situation in the economy class will definitely be very troublesome, and Dean has no time to waste on it.

Charles is not an ordinary person, and people who don't know how to play with guns are even rarer here.

He skillfully checked the revolver in his hand, nodded heavily: "For my daughter, don't worry, I will not be soft!"

Dean nodded, loroc 17 in one hand, and the reloaded plastic revolver in the other, he groped towards the economy class alone.

According to Catherine's introduction, the economy class is almost full because the unit price is cheap, and there are about 50 passengers there.

This also means that the number of terrorists hiding in it may be the largest, and I am afraid that they have already made preparations, and will not give Dean the same chance as the first class and business class!

Dean walked slowly.

His sixth sense of early warning is not effective at all times and cannot be used as a basis. It can only rely on his own reaction speed, so he must concentrate on it.

Small doors next to Business Class and Economy Class.

Suppressed crying, begging for mercy, and scolding came.

Dean's heart sank.

This means that the terrorist inside jumped backwards!

They now have at least fifty hostages!

Dean sighed, and murmured: "Life is a matter of life and death, I'm sorry, I just want to live."

next moment.

He rushed in with firm eyes.

Glancing around for an instant.

With a panoramic view of everything, the possible target was locked under the super speed of the brain.

Without the slightest hesitation, Dean raised his left and right hands, and the two guns shot out more than a dozen gun flames like automatic rifles!

The gunshots stopped.

All the noise in the economy class came to an abrupt end.

Seven or eight standing figures looked at the hatch door in disbelief as if they were in sync, and with a crash, the pocket revolver of the same model in their hands fell to the ground.

Dean threw away the revolver without bullets, and while replacing Rolock with a new magazine, he walked towards the end of the passage.

There, a short young man, armed with a gun, was grabbing two women, as if he wanted to shoot them to death, in order to deter all the passengers here, but he was frightened by Dean's appearance, and the whole person was stupefied.

He didn't seem to realize what happened.

Seeing Dean approaching.

He just woke up like a dream, kicked away the thinner girl in front of him, grabbed another fat aunt in front of him, pointed his revolver at her head, and threatened Dean: "Don't come here, or I will kill her!" , and explosives have been arranged here, believe it or not, I will die with you!"

The fat woman was so frightened that her entire body went limp.

Now he became a human shield, crying even more, choking with wailing: "No, I still have two daughters, help me, help me."

hostage?

Dean looked at the short young man who was hiding tightly and grinned.

bang~!

The fat woman trembled and looked at Dean blankly. With her mouth wide open, a blood hole several inches in size appeared, piercing through her throat, suppressing her remaining words.

Her huge body fell backwards with a bang, crushing the thin man who was once again sluggish with blood splattered, screaming incessantly.

Now there are no hostages!

Dean shook his head, and blasted the skinny young man's exposed palms with two shots, making the other party unable to resist, before shouting to the cabin: "FBI, all terrorists have been killed now, everyone, stay in your seat, Hands up, don't cause misunderstanding!"

Looking at this handsome 'FBI' who kills the hostages first and then blows up the gangsters, everyone knows what to do.

They bit their trembling lips tightly, clamped their peeing legs, and raised their hands high up, as if collectively surrendering, for fear that they would become a member of the terrorists in the next moment.

The skinny girl who had just been kicked away by the short youth was also spattered with blood.

She seemed to be frightened, sitting on the ground, looking at Dean stupidly: "You killed a mother. You killed a mother."

Dean slapped him across the face.

The woman screamed and bumped into the chair beside her, and finally woke up from her stupidity. She covered her swollen cheeks and curled up into a lump, not daring to talk nonsense.

Killed eight robbers and one "hostage" in a row.

These panicked passengers are finally quiet and safe!

Dean glanced around except for the short young man who was still screaming, nodded in satisfaction, walked to the fat woman, squatted down, and pulled hard.

I saw that the two exaggeratedly large grapefruits under the other party's loose clothes turned out to be two tightly wrapped explosive bags!

Dean smiled coldly.

Do you think the proficient level of 'communication' is just a joke?

I can see at a glance that you are not really 'violent'!

My brain is not concentrating, and I write slowly.

Sorry ha.

I'm so scared right now that I'm going to get brain fog

But you should be scaring yourself.

Because I read it, the text is still very angry, so the IQ of the dog thief should not be affected.