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

"I think you should lie in the ward now and take a good rest." Harry looked at the injured Dean worriedly, trying to persuade him not to work so hard!

Thousands of dollars a month salary.

What fate!

Harry was afraid of death, and he didn't want Dean who was almost killed by the bombing, so he continued to take risks to investigate this case.

"You bet that group of lunatics won't continue to attack us and our family?"

Dean raised his head, smiled coldly, and clenched his fists: "Harry, remember, life must be in your own hands, and people must rely on themselves!"

What shit FBI!

Dean can guarantee that as long as those high IQ perverts show their value, then the FBI will choose to recruit them without hesitation and use them for their own use!

He absolutely does not allow such a thing to happen!

Harry looked at the murderous Dean, licked his lips, and said hesitantly, "But we don't even know how many of them there are or where they are hiding."

"Someone knows!"

After speaking, Dean put away his gun, closed his eyes, and took the time to rest.

Mike Smith's villa estate.

After a few days.

Dean and the two met the strong nanny Ona again.

Just a few days.

She looked a lot older, and she was a little sluggish, as if she had been greatly stimulated, and she was completely two extremes from the cheerfulness when they first met.

Dean noticed.

Ona's face showed obvious resistance to the arrival of the two of them this time: "I have already told you everything I know last time, what else do you need?"

"I'm going into Mike Smith's room!", Dean cut to the chase.

"No!" Ona didn't even think about it, she refused directly!

Dean nodded: "Then I'll have a chat with Little Mike alone."

"No"

As soon as Ona opened her mouth, the black, straight and hard gun barrel filled her mouth, blocking the words she wanted to refuse.

Dean looked at the strong woman coldly: "The Source of Pain organization created by Mike Smith has caused the direct or indirect deaths of more than a hundred people.

That group of perverts found many underage children to brainwash and train them into tools with no bottom line.

We must find them as soon as possible, no time to ink with you.

Understand? "

Ona licked the cold barrel in her mouth, took a step back, and spat out the barrel.

There was no fear on her face, and her tone was still decisive: "No, unless you can ask the prosecutor or the judge to issue documents, otherwise I have the right to refuse your request!"

Who are you scaring!

She didn't believe that Dean dared to shoot for real!

next moment!

bang bang bang~

Seven bullets poured out, knocking Aona's huge body back again and again, shaking non-stop.

She looked blankly at Dean and the pistol that was still steaming in his hand, and without saying a word, she slammed it heavily on the floor, shaking the entire hall slightly.

Looking at her dead body.

Dean put on a new magazine with a deadpan face.

Give you face!

that power?

You have the right to refuse!

I also have the power to kill you!

In front of Lao Tzu's pistol, all living beings are equal!

"Harry, you stay outside!"

After Dean gave simple instructions, he walked towards the stairs.

"no problem!"

Harry gave the middle finger to Ona's body.

This woman actually discriminated against him last time. If she didn't think she couldn't win, he would have made Ona look good last time!

Dean was helping him out now.

Harry hummed a rap and walked towards the gate of the villa.

He's used to Dean's wild style.

Give it a chance and don't.

Speak next time.

Dean shot directly!

No sloppy, no waste of time.

Mike Smith's villa has four floors.

The third floor is Mike Smith's residence, and the fourth floor is the library. Mike Smith's son with "autism" often stays there.

Think about it.

Dean walked to the third floor first.

The door to the third floor was locked.

But this thing can only guard against gentlemen, not Dean's big feet of size 43!

There was a loud bang.

The door pops open!

Dean patted his trouser legs and walked in.

different from what was expected.

Mike Smith's residence has no furniture, no books, and nothing that Dean guessed. It is empty, except for a very conspicuous wooden table in the middle of the corridor.

Dean walked to the table and found that it was actually a map of Los Angeles, and beside the map, there was a stack of letter paper full of scribbled characters.

"Hey, Mike Smith, did he predict his own death before?"

Dean licked his dehydrated lips, picked up the stack of letter paper:

Hello, stranger!

I'm Mike Smith.

When you read this letter, I should be dead!

I have done many wrong things.

But these crimes should not be left to my son, so I told Ona to contact the police immediately after I disappeared.

Of course, I didn't believe her, so I just lied to her: I planted a lot of trap bombs on the third floor, and if those crazy people show up, I will threaten them with this and call the police.

If this has caused you trouble.

I'm very sorry.

"Um?"

Seeing this, Dean frowned.

That Ona, who was beaten to pieces by herself, obviously didn't listen to Mike Smith's words. Instead, after Mike Smith disappeared, she stopped herself from going in to check!

This woman has a problem!

Dean guessed that Ona might also be a member of the source of pain, but because the energy of that group of people was attracted by him and Harry, they didn't deal with the villa.

Also because of Mike Smith's deceit.

Ona didn't dare to enter the third floor, so that the things left by Mike Smith remained intact.

But there is one thing that cannot be justified.

Because Mike Smith's son, Little Mike, is a sick man who can't even take care of himself, why do those lunatics keep him?

with doubts.

Dean turned the page and continued to read:

Childhood misfortune caused my distorted desires.

A loved one dies.

Little Mike suffers from Congenital Affective Deficiency Disorder.

I lost my emotional support.

So I couldn't help but do some wrong things to release the distortion and tyranny that I have nowhere to put, and make myself the superior master of a group of innocent children.

I relished the deformed joy of being in control of the bodies and minds of those kids.

But something unfortunate happened.

My son, Mike, has talents I have never seen before: absolute calm, photographic memory, super fast learning comprehension!

Can you imagine that a child who is only six years old has easily completed the basic subject education "from enlightenment to university"?

If these talents appear in a normal child, they must be a gift from God!

But for a child with a lack of emotion and an underdeveloped brain, it is equivalent to letting a pony be a locomotive, which is tantamount to suicide!

I tried my best, but I could only maintain the basic survival of Little Mike.

He had needles inserted all over his body to maintain the consumption of his brain.

I am in pain!

This situation was not relieved until I taught Little Mike to build his own memory palace to reduce the pressure on the brain.

But with age.

He is like a robot. Apart from being interested in knowledge, he has less and less communication with me. In the end, we couldn't speak a word for a few days.

I knew that he wanted to regain his missing emotion perception ability, so I started to help him more, collected all kinds of knowledge, helped him build a laboratory, and even took him to conduct some basic biological experiments.

I can see it.

My precious son, who just lacks emotional perception and is not a real machine, has his own desires and cravings.

Like a blind man.

He can't see the colorfulness of the world, but he can know the general shape of objects by groping, but he has no concept in his mind about the scenery described by others.

This makes me very relieved.

Because through my careful teaching, Little Mike can already pretend to be a normal person if he wants to live, but he thinks communicating with people with low IQ is a waste of time.

So many times, he is like a child with autism, only living in his own world

The content of the second page of letter paper ends here.

Dean stroked his chin.

It seems that Mike Smith likes this son very much.

And is there really such a monstrous child in the world?

Dean, whose spiritual attribute is as high as 13 points, is very smart and expressed some disbelief.

With a sense of anticipation, he turned to the next page of letter paper:

It's all good.

When little Mike was eight years old, it was over!

I found a very fatal thing.

Out of control!

Those children who were domesticated by me grew out of control!

They have a mind of their own!

damn it!

Those who play with people's hearts will be eaten back by people's hearts!

I just wanted to satisfy my twisted and ugly desires by reviving the slogan of 'The Source of Pain', but those bastards took it seriously!

They began to secretly bring some black homeless children back to the base to be trained, brainwashed, trained, and even talked freely about forming a school boss in the future, allowing these children to join the army when they grow up.

Up to ten years.

The Source of Pain organization will rise again and put on a skin to become a legitimate evil organization!

I was terrified and somewhat looking forward to it.

at that moment.

I would have had a chance to end the nightmare that followed.

But greed made me completely lose the opportunity.

My fate was already doomed on that day four years ago.

On January 1, 2001, I received their "notification": My son Mike, who is twelve years old, is ready to be baptized by the organization!

These lunatics actually want Little Mike to follow the same path as me!

I will never allow this to happen!

certainly.

I dare not not go.

To win their trust.

I took Little Mike and Baga to the secret base.

Baga is a Japanese Akita dog I originally used to amuse Little Mike, but he obviously has no interest in creatures with low IQs.

Instead, the dog became a little pet for Ona to relieve boredom.

In order to protect Little Mike.

I made him join me, did a scene, and then did some brutal things to Baga, leaving the bloody instruments of torture.

Everything is going smooth.

I buried Baga under a big tree.

After going back.

Ona also grieved for several days about Baga's 'disappearance'.

until today

On January 16th, I received their invitation.

They discovered my little trick.

I know I'm probably dead.

So I left these things.

If I don't come back.

Please remove the source of pain and protect my son Mike!

He is really smart and simple-minded, as long as you promise to help him regain his lost emotional perception to facilitate guidance, then he will do things for you.

If you are a member of the source of pain.

That's probably something wrong with Ona.

promise me.

Don't hurt that child.

He won't mind if you kill my father.

In order to guide.

Little Mike is your best helper!

Make sure not to hurt him! ! !

So far, the third piece of letter paper has also come to an end.

I can see it.

When Mike Smith wrote these contents, his emotions were in an unstable state, so that the three letter papers were tattered, and there were often scratches.

But the content is still there.

To sum up, there are two points.

First: The source of pain is a toy made by Mike Smith because of some deformed desires, and it was finally eaten back.

This is similar to what the female member who was burned to death by Dean said before.

Second: Little Mike is a genius with an emotional deficit.

Dean twisted his stiff neck.

He became interested in Little Mike.

But the most urgent thing is not to give the person who is the source of the pain time to react, and destroy them directly!

Dean put the letter in his arms and looked at the map beside him.

This is a map of townships on the outskirts of Los Angeles.

On the map, the township church was circled with a red pen, and a picture of a "figure with thorns on a cross" that Dean was familiar with was drawn.

Obviously, this place is the secret base of Mike Smith and others.

Next to the map, there is also a photo album.

Dean picked up the photo album, opened it, and found that in addition to the photo of the church, there was also a topographic map of the interior, including the outer room, the underground secret room unknown to outsiders, and the prison.

Besides.

The rest are pictures of men and women.

On the back of the photo, someone wrote down the detailed information of the corresponding person and the time when the 'source of pain' was added.

There were thirty-seven people in total, including the man who detonated the explosives before, the woman who pretended to be the FBI, and the woman who was burned to death in the hospital by herself.

That is.

There are thirty-four remaining members of the 'Source of Pain'!

very good!

There are maps and objectives!

Dean put away these things, looked up at the ceiling, and turned to leave.

For Little Mike.

He is interested.

But the destruction of the 'Source of Pain' organization is given top priority!

outside.

Harry and a group of community security guards were confronting each other with guns drawn.

Four unfamiliar patrolmen stood between them, trying to appease them, but the effect was not very great.

As soon as Dean came out, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, ran to Dean, and muttered, "Dude, these security guards don't care that I'm a police detective at all. If the brothers from the branch didn't come here, I'm probably taken down."

Dean nodded.

It's not Harry's fault, it's the security guards in many high-end communities who really don't care about the police most of the time.

He slapped his hands: "I am Inspector Dean of the police department. The nanny of this house was suspected of killing the owner. During the interrogation, he tried to attack the police and was shot dead by me on the spot. Guys, keep this place under surveillance and come to the forensics department." Before, don't let people go in!"

Several police officers from the sub-bureau, who had obviously heard Dean's name, came forward to greet him warmly, and then stood guard outside the gate.

Obviously, they are also not happy with these hairy security guards.

Seeing this, the security guards stepped forward one by one, wanting to negotiate, but were immediately locked by Dean's cold eyes: "Dude, you are only wearing security uniforms, not police uniforms, I have already given you reasons to shirk, don't ask for trouble! "

The head of the security guard's scalp was slightly numb from Dean's eyes.

This kind of unscrupulous gaze made him almost think that he had returned to the gray age when the police and the gangsters were indistinguishable and working together.

He let out a breath, waved to the brothers behind him, turned and left.

Drive away the community security.

Dean whispered next to Harry's ear: "You stay here and take the brothers from the sub-office to guard. When Holz comes to take over here, keep an eye on the children upstairs."

"No problem, how about you?"

Dean took the car keys from Harry and smiled: "Pick up some friends from New York at the airport and take them to clean up some garbage!"

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