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

As a special employee of the FBI.

It is normal to receive some temporary tasks.

However, Dean always felt that the timing of the email's appearance was a little too clever.

"Could it be a problem with the task?"

He touched his chin, a little suspicious.

The task email, signed by the FBI Dispatch Department (Strategy Department), is a department similar to an alarm center. It is located at the FBI headquarters in Washington. It has no sense of presence on weekdays and is more used to cooperate with the work of various branches.

From the sender of the email, Dean couldn't see the problem.

He turned his gaze to the document that was CC'd in the email.

In the document is a mountain range in Oregon. In recent years, there has been a list of frequent missing persons.

In the list, there are men and women, a total of 53 people, aged between teens and thirties, with complicated occupations, but they all like hiking and mountain climbing, and in the process, lost the last contact.

"Fifty-three missing?"

Big case!

Dean licked his lips, and quickly opened the map of America on the computer. Through searching, he located the topographic map of the mountain range.

This look.

He couldn't help being a little surprised.

Because according to the map, the mountain range is actually just a series of small peaks. There are more than 20 towns nearby with complete infrastructure. There are even many people who live in the mountains and have various tourist huts, water and electricity. One category, all are laid, and there is no signal problem.

Strictly speaking.

The missing place does not belong to no man's land.

Dean quickly searched for some related posts through the name of the mountain range.

These posts are all about traveling around, and they are not low on the route strategy for crossing this mountain range during the holidays.

besides.

There are also local reports on mountain tourism.

According to official statistics.

Every year, more than 50,000 people go to the mountain area for camping, hiking, rock climbing, etc., supporting many town hotels and restaurants along the way, and the security here is not bad, and there are very few vicious cases.

That's... interesting.

According to official reports, there are very few vicious cases there, but the FBI has issued a series of missing persons list to itself.

Which side is lying here?

Dean already felt that this email came by some coincidence, but now he felt a little uneasy.

He simply took out his mobile phone and dialed Amon's private number.

On the other end of the phone, there is a message setting: "This is Amon's phone message. If there is something urgent, I will call back after nine o'clock in the evening."

It was only then that Dean remembered that Amon was probably very busy in pursuing the terrorist attack organization in the previous holy heaven recently, so he could only leave a message saying that he had something important to discuss with him.

He just hung up the phone.

The laughter of Cheston and a group of people happened to be heard outside.

This guy took advantage of Dean's spare time to check the case, and he had already gotten along well with colleagues from the Las Vegas branch of the FBI, and he was considered a social expert.

After all, this is someone else's territory.

Dean briefly checked the list of missing persons again, and after remembering everything in his mind, he logged out of the mailbox and turned off the computer.

Before Amon called back.

He will not reply to emails.

evening.

Had dinner.

Dean let Cheston move freely, and he came to the hotel where Ross lived.

Because of what happened before.

Ruos' fiancée, Gaia, needed to rest for a while, so Ruos directly chose the monthly subscription service at the best hotel in Las Vegas, and at the same time added enough security around her.

After inquiring at the front desk, Dean was escorted by the sunglasses security guard who came down from the top floor, and went to the floor where Ruos was located through the exclusive elevator.

Ruos was waiting at the elevator entrance early.

Meet Dean.

He greeted him enthusiastically: "I thought you had already left Las Vegas."

Dean shrugged: "I'm going to leave, but I'm afraid I need your help when I encounter some trouble."

This is not the place for conversation.

Ruos brought Dean to the bar and poured expensive drinks himself: "Dean, what do you need me to do? We are friends, and you saved my fiancée. As long as I can do it, I will help you."

His attitude made Dean feel very comfortable.

Although every time I meet Ruos, nothing good happens, but this guy is really nice.

Um! ? ?

It suddenly occurred to Dean that he and Cheston, who were organized by Lucifer this time, got the invitation letter, so they must have been hit by the law of karma weapon of the bastard Ruos! ! !

Think about it this way.

Dean looked at Ruos, and became unhappy: "Jos, you are indeed my friend!"

The word "friend" was said very heavily by him, and there was a feeling of gnashing one's teeth!

Ross didn't understand what Dean meant.

Seeing Dean looking at him, he picked up the wine glass with some embarrassment: "Dean, don't think too much, any person of noble character will not treat his friends badly, I believe you are the same to me, by the way , what do you want me to do for you?"

This stupid and big-hearted appearance made Dean feel that he had nowhere to use his anger.

He said a little depressed: "I need you to help me get some gadgets as secretly as possible."

talking.

Dean picked up the wine glass on the table and took out a note from his pocket.

Ruosi took the note curiously, and said according to the above content: "Powerful hemostatic spray, smoke bombs, night vision goggles, concussion bombs, trigger anti-tank mines, portable rockets, portable modified Gatling."

The more he muttered, the lower his voice became.

Ruos looked at the long string of weapon names behind him, and couldn't help but look up at Dean: "Dude, are you sure you're in a little trouble?"

Dean shook the wine glass in his hand and said calmly: "If you can help me deliver these things secretly to me before September, then it will be a small trouble, otherwise I'm not sure."

Ruos let out a breath and looked at Dean worriedly: "Wait for my call."

Until the two parted again.

Ross didn't even ask Dean what trouble he was having.

Although he has an average EQ and IQ, he also knows that Dean is willing to give him the list of weapons because he trusts himself. As a friend, he shouldn't be too curious.

Nine twenty at night.

Dean finally waited for Amon's call back.

"Dean, you encountered the Lucifer organization?"

On the other end of the phone, Amon's voice was hoarse, out of breath, and seemed to be in a bad state.

Dean was not surprised that Amon guessed his purpose.

Amon is the director of both departments of the FBI and NSA, and it is not difficult to find the case feedback reports uploaded by them.

"Yes, a bad case.

When Cheston and we were investigating a series of corpse throwing cases on the road, we accidentally discovered a hunting ground in Lucifer.

That group of dangerous people seems to be planning something. What's even more strange is that when I was inquiring about similar hunting and killing cases near Las Vegas, I received a designated task arrangement from the FBI in Washington. "

Dean didn't say anything about receiving the invitation.

Members of the Lucifer Game Organization have various identities, and he cannot fully trust Amon.

After listening to Dean's narration, Amon didn't speak.

Accompanied by a burst of keyboard tapping.

Only then did the other side speak again: "There are indeed some problems with this mission. I checked the attendance of the agents of the branch over there. According to the procedure, this mission should not be assigned to you. This does not conform to the procedure."

After listening to Dean, his heart skipped a beat.

There is really a problem!

He asked, "Amon, can you find out who sent the email?"

Amon paused for a moment before saying: "I will help you to inquire about the situation as soon as possible. By the way, Dean, I haven't heard from Anthony's mentor for a long time. Is he in good health now?"

Dean: "."

Adult communication, more or less, requires interests to maintain the relationship in order to be stable.

Old man Anthony is the biggest link between him and Amon, two people with unequal identities, to maintain their relationship.

Amon asked, did he receive any news?

Dean thought for a while, and tentatively said: "Mr. Anthony told me last time that he needs to help his family with something, which will temporarily cut off contact with the outside world, so I don't know the situation of the mentor now."

"That's it"

Amon thought thoughtfully: "Okay, Dean, if you have any news about Anthony's mentor, please tell me as soon as possible. When I was investigating the Holy Heaven Organization, I obtained a piece of information about the Lucifer Organization. Maybe it will help him."

Dean cursed treacherously in his heart, and said calmly on the surface: "No problem!"

Amon's answer made him unable to figure out what the other party meant.

Anthony's disappearance is a blocked news. Currently, only a few people from the Morgan family and the Achaz School know about the situation. It is unlikely that Amon will know the details.

Dean also needs Amon to help him for the time being.

In short, do Tai Chi first and wait.

half an hour later.

Amon called again and brought Dean a reply that made him even more confused: "Dean, I asked a friend from the dispatch department at the headquarters, and he said that this was a special request from Agent Massa, who was also taught by Mentor Anthony. Students who have passed, praised you before, you should know."

"Masa!"

When Dean heard what Amon said, a black man with a bald head immediately appeared in his mind.

The other party was the instructor of the FBI's training base in the suburbs of Los Angeles. He was an expert in trace tracking. He and Dean had killed a pair of very vicious skinning brothers in the mountains before, and gained a lot of extra money.

Dean's tracking skills were learned from Massa.

But since that collaboration, the two have had little contact.

When he and Chesston were at the training base for the time being, they didn't see Massa either, and they couldn't get through the phone, and they didn't call back. Dean thought that Massa was on another mission.

what is happening?

Dean suppressed the doubts in his mind, and said in a surprised tone: "You mean Massa? Yes, we cooperated once before. Where is he now?"

"He resigned from his position as an instructor at the base, and was reinstated and transferred to the headquarters. I don't know the specific position, because I can't contact him. This kind of situation is rare, and it usually happens to undercover teams."

Amon paused, and gave his own suggestion: "So, I suggest you go to that mountain range and take a look for yourself."

"Okay. Don't disturb your rest. I wish you a smooth mission."

"Thanks."

Listening to the beeping sound of hanging up from the phone.

Dean raised his head, looked deeply at the dark sky polluted by the halo, thoughtfully.

do not know why.

He always feels that he is now caught in an invisible and intangible net that surrounds him from all directions, intentionally or unintentionally, he wants to draw himself deeper into the net.

massa

Amon

The connection between these people and themselves, traced back to the source, all originated from the missing Anthony.

The previous doubt couldn't help reappearing in Dean's mind: Mentor Anthony, is it really missing?

the next day.

A domineering Hummer car, facing the sweeping wind and sand, galloped on the empty road.

Cheston helped his sunglasses, and from the corner of his eye he glanced at Dean, who was resting in the co-pilot with his eyes closed.

"Are you wondering why we don't fly?"

Dean closed his eyes, but seemed to see Cheston's gaze, and said lazily.

Cheston nodded awkwardly: "Yes, we are nearly a thousand kilometers away from our destination. It is more convenient and efficient to fly."

Dean opened his eyes and said seriously: "Cheston, what case are we going to investigate now?"

Cheston was confused by Dean's serious look.

He was a little uncertain: "Missing... missing case."

Dean shook his head: "To be precise, it's a large number of disappearances deliberately concealed by the local authorities!"

After replying to the headquarters to accept the task email, a more detailed case was sent over there.

According to the intelligence of the FBI.

In the mountain area where the missing cases occurred, in recent years, more than 50 tourists and residents have indeed disappeared, but for some unknown purpose, the authorities there have not reported them.

Here we have to mention the wonders of this country.

In the United States, not to mention that each state is very independent, even cities, towns and towns are like autonomous regions. In principle, they follow the laws of the American Federation, but the public officials who manage them are all hired locally. Great authority.

To put it bluntly.

If there is a problem with the local authorities, and the agents from other places go there stupidly, the most likely thing is that they died in a foreign land.

After listening to Dean's words, Cheston was puzzled at first, and then became excited: "Detective Dean, you mean, we may have conflicts with the local police this time?"

"Not necessarily, but those people are likely to be unclean. If we want to solve the case, the status of tourists is more suitable for us."

After Dean finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Cheston has a bright mind and has grievances with the Lucifer organization, but he is young and has too little experience, so he appears mediocre. Training and training may be able to play a greater role than cannon fodder.

recent encounter.

Dean felt that he should speed up the building of his own power, instead of being a shrinking turtle, passively waiting for fate to take the initiative to arrange himself.

two days later.

The dusty Hummer finally came to a small town in Oregon outside the mountains.

Sorry, I've been busy until nine or ten every day recently.

It's only two to three thousand yuan a month, and people are used as livestock.

If it hadn't restored my basic social skills and reduced my mental friction, I would have run away long ago! ! !

By the way, the following is a very scary real case.