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

The first case of a fake assault, which Dean could understand.

This should refer to the current attack.

As for the previous disguise, it probably means that the person who attacked the Los Angeles FBI branch wanted to blame the attack on other forces to achieve a certain purpose.

But the second case is a bit inexplicable.

What is early detection?

Could it be that the crime was attempted and was still in preparation, but the person in charge died in his own hands?

This is the first time Dean has encountered such a situation!

"The elder of the Lucifer Game Organization - Double Hounds?"

"California Desperate Hunger Games?"

Dean murmured inwardly.

I don't know if I had a conflict with this Lucifer game organization, but accidentally killed another elder of the other party, and seemed to have destroyed a certain plan of the other party in advance.

How can this be reasonable.

"Fortunately, I've found the blame man in advance this time!"

Dean couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Chesston, who had fallen into a coma on the ground.

Although he also made an appearance in this incident.

But with Cheston, an FBI agent on the bright side, standing in front of him, at least before Cheston's accident, it was unlikely that the Lucifer Game Organization would find him directly.

But this fateful collision still gave Dean a sense of urgency.

After all, the intelligence gathering ability of Lucifer Game Organization is very strong.

It's okay not to pay attention to yourself.

Once focused, they often find themselves in events that disrupt their activities.

By the time.

Dean couldn't predict whether the group of people would shoot him.

Dean seemed to be thinking a lot, but in the real world, less than a minute had actually passed.

The ticking time bomb threat is still there.

Dean ignored the joy of upgrading and his worries about the threat of the Lucifer game organization, so he carried the unconscious Chesston on his shoulders and retreated outward.

In order to avoid being hurt by one's own people.

Dean used the communication equipment in advance to inform the surrounding police officers not to shoot!

Outside.

More than a dozen police cars surrounded the surrounding area.

This movement is not small.

for a short time.

On the street outside, the van of the TV station arrived.

Those reporters didn't even know what happened here, so they urged the cameraman to shoot at the police car and the tense-looking policemen. They were also clever, and they were already interviewing the surrounding onlookers.

Sudden.

A reporter saw a senior police officer holding a walkie-talkie. He heard something, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly yelled at the surrounding police officers. Afterwards, those police officers hurriedly got into the car and retreated.

At the same time, a police officer shouted at the surrounding crowd: "Evade, there are bombs, all get out of here!"

Wow~

The awareness of American citizens is high.

Watching the excitement is watching the excitement.

As soon as I heard the police yelling that there was a bomb, without a word, the No. 11 bus ejected and started, and it was away from the surrounding area in an instant. There was no idiot in the movie who thought it was acting.

On the contrary, those journalists who wanted news at their own risk, all eyes lit up when they heard about the bomb.

Bomb = terrorist attack!

This is big news!

They shot more vigorously, and some cameramen even stood directly on the top of the car, raised the camera high, and shot towards the buildings surrounded by police officers, trying to capture some exciting pictures.

Just when the police cars were all away from the surrounding area.

A photographer yells in the direction of the building: "Someone's coming out!"

The reporters and cameramen heard the sound and watched!

I saw a tall masked man running towards the outside at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, carrying a man in a suit who was also not small.

"Is he carrying an inflatable doll?"

A fitness man stared wide-eyed and murmured in disbelief.

Just by looking at it, one can be sure that the man being carried must exceed 75kg, but it looks like an inflatable doll, and there is absolutely no pressure on the masked man running outside.

But not many people pay attention to this.

The people present are more concerned about what happened inside the building!

Because the surrounding police officers were either evacuating, or rushed to the surrounding buildings to disperse the personnel, there was no obstruction around the FBI's hidden branch building.

A reporter desperately ran towards the masked man rushing out, trying to get first-hand news information!

All the shots were aimed at the protagonist, the masked man.

The masked man, that is, Dean, is very happy at this moment.

Thanks to his thoughtfulness, he knows that reporters in a big city like Los Angeles have their own sources of information in many places, and if there is any disturbance, they will be dispatched no slower than the police.

So before he came out, he found a piece of cloth to cover his face in advance.

Otherwise, his face will probably appear on the headlines of Los Angeles news tonight!

Dean carried Cheston on his shoulders, nimbly avoided the oncoming reporters, and rushed to a police car that hadn't left yet.

Next to the police car stood an unremarkable middle-aged white male.

He was the senior police officer leading the team this time, named Raof, and like the bald patrol Hawk, he was in charge of several surrounding communities, and was called by Dean.

When Raof saw the masked Dean, he was stunned for a moment before realizing later: "Inspector Dean, should we call the bomb disposal team?"

"run!"

Dean's reply was simple and clear. He threw Chesston into the back seat of the car and motioned for Raof to drive.

The time bomb is estimated to explode in four or five minutes.

Calling the bomb squad is better than calling the building demolition team.

"But the reporters."

Raof looked worriedly at the reporters who rushed over and were about to surround the police cars.

Without further ado, Dean started the car for him, and then, regardless of whether there were any unlucky people behind him who were not afraid of death, he turned a corner and rammed directly into the reporters who tried to stop the car.

Facing the oncoming police car.

The reporters avoided cursing.

Until it was several hundred meters away.

Dean turned off the ignition, lit a cigarette, and shrugged at Raof: "Man, you have to learn to be savage with these flies."

Raof's character is indeed very soft.

He looked worriedly at the reporters who were slowly chasing after him: "If there is an explosion and they are injured or injured, those reporters will definitely blame us on the police."

Dean exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled dismissively: "The harm of words is not as much as our lives. As for whether they will die or not, buddy, you have to learn to respect other people's choices!"

Raof fell silent.

It was the first time he had come into direct contact with this young detective who was in the Central Sub-bureau and had various stories circulating.

Now that I really get in touch with him, I realize that this guy is more indifferent and vicious than the images in those short stories, and he has a villainous temperament that many old fried dough stick policemen don't have.

Because the police car retreated among the many police officers, a few journalist cars that caught up quickly couldn't get close, so they had to refocus on the previous building, hoping to capture the scene of the explosion as soon as possible.

The reporters from the other TV stations and various newspapers, as well as the reporters who came later, were also excited and worried, preparing to witness a major bombing attack.

Time passed bit by bit.

The expected explosion never happened.

This made the onlookers wonder if this was an oolong incident caused by the police officers.

A bold reporter who was very close, like a giraffe, stretched his neck and stared at it for a few minutes. His neck was a little sore, but he found that the building in front of him was calm.

He couldn't help spitting: "Damn it, we won't be fooled by those stupid asses, if so, I..."

boom~

Countless flames, like collapsed dominoes, rushed in all directions with a large amount of construction dust and mist, and then a huge sound wave appeared in a ring, breaking through the surrounding glass hundreds of meters away in an instant.

In the end, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, drowning out all the hustle and bustle around

The reporter who was complaining, his ears buzzing, he watched the fire and light raging ahead, and the dust and dirt flying in front of him, completely forgetting what he wanted to say next.

The explosion, it really happened!

Enjoy the explosion.

Dean asked the patrol officers present to seal off the scene, called old Hunter, explained the situation, and rushed to the hospital with Cheston.

This matter is estimated to cause a lot of trouble.

In addition to cooperating with the investigation, Dean is not going to be overly involved.

Hospital.

After a doctor's examination.

Chesston only suffered some skin trauma, and the reason why he fell into a coma was probably caused by a severe blow to his brain and being too emotionally tense.

Considering that Chesston is going to take up the turmoil of this matter and deal with the pressure from the FBI.

Dean was going to wait for Chesston to wake up before leaving.

After more than two hours.

Dean had just finished dealing with the officers sent by the police detective to inquire, and a nurse came to inform Dean that Chesston woke up.

Cheston as the sole survivor of the bombing.

His ward has been protected.

If Dean wanted to get in, he had to swipe his face and ID.

"Cheston, how are you feeling now?" Dean entered the ward and said politely.

Cheston happened to be dazed and lucid.

He shook his head and was confused for a few minutes before he spat out a mouthful of blood and said in surprise, "Inspector Dean! Am I saved?"

Dean shrugged: "Yes, but when we rescued you, we found a time bomb, so we only had time to save you. As for your colleagues, it's probably not good."

The silly boy was lucky.

His colleagues, those who wanted to kill him, were all dead, and in the end he had nothing to do except biting someone else's mouth and blood, and his face was beaten like a pig's head.

When Cheston heard this, sadness appeared on his face: "Explosion!"

He knew that before the explosion started, all his colleagues were dead.

If it wasn't for the one who wore a dog-face mask, that is, his former trainer, who thought he killed her sister and wanted to torture himself, he would probably be dead now.

Think of the identity of the other party.

Cheston's face was even more ugly.

He looked at Dean with some hesitation: "Inspector Dean, what will you do if you find a black police officer from the police station?"

Hearing this, Dean narrowed his eyes slightly: "You mean, the person who attacked you was from the FBI?"

Cheston nodded:

"Yes, I don't know how many there are, but one of them is Heloise Knoss!

When she was my student, she was the camouflage instructor in the training camp, level C1. She used to be a senior agent, and it is said that she was also a federal agent. She is now retired, and there is one thing that you will never think of! "

In Dean's mind, the dog-faced masked girl whose head was shot when he opened the door immediately appeared.

It's no wonder he's one of the elders of the Lucifer Game Organization for being so awesome.

Dean said casually, "Anything else?"

"The hot girl from the Lucifer Game Organization that I killed before is the younger sister of Heloise Knoss. They came to Los Angeles and seemed to have different missions."

Cheston subconsciously concealed something.

Before he fell into a coma, Heloise Knoss revealed that the reason for the bombing was to frame him, and then took over as the director of the branch.

This kind of thing is definitely not something that Heloise Knoss alone can do.

Cheston knew he was only a small player.

The less trouble, the better.

Chesston was going to pretend that he had never heard of this matter. Even if the FBI investigated him, he would insist that he was knocked out when the attack started, and he didn't know anything after that!

When Dean heard Cheston's words, he suddenly understood.

Follow the prompts on the panel.

The elder he killed this time was codenamed Double Hound.

Dean thought it was referring to the woman who was shot dead by him and wore a dog-face mask, but now that Chesston said it, it should refer to Heloise Knoss and her sister (Spicy Girl).

The pair of sisters should belong to the Lucifer Games organization, who are similar to directors in California. They are responsible for many things, and are currently in charge of a project called "California Desperate Hunger Games".

As a result, the two sisters happened to be in Los Angeles this time, and they both had a direct or indirect relationship with me, so I got 3,000 experience points for whoring for nothing!

This kind of accidental harvest.

One word, cool!

But this also made Dean realize that this project called "California's Desperate Hunger Games" is probably not a small attempt, otherwise it would be impossible to have so many experience points before it started!

You must know that before Anbei spent huge sums of money to guide hundreds of mercenaries to attack Lincoln Farm, he only gained a few thousand experience points!

For safety reasons!

You still have to work hard to become stronger!

After a few brief hints to Cheston.

Dean returned to his rental house immediately!

What is lost is Dongou, what is harvested is Sangyu.

This time the miniature model murder case was not solved, but the other two cases were accidentally harvested and successfully upgraded!

Just increase the power attribute a little bit.

Then his four-dimensional attributes will all reach the limit value of 15 points!

15 attribute points!

Modern humans, under normal circumstances, have the limit value of their talents!

And according to the information given by the panel before.

Once the four-dimensional attributes reach 15 points, you can unlock new functions!

To this.

Dean has been looking forward to it for a long time!

Ready.

Dean lay on the bed, took a deep breath, and with a thought, added the newly obtained attribute points to his strength!