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

"Barton."

Dean walked up to Barton, his face full of concern: "Are you okay?"

Barton looked at Dean with absent-minded eyes, and was sluggish for a few seconds before he said with difficulty: "Uh-huh."

Perhaps it was because of being hypnotized by Dean that the process of mutation was interrupted.

Button's current situation is much better than that of his previous teammate. Although his IQ has dropped significantly and his reactions are very slow, he can still respond to outside movements and still retains a certain amount of cognition, but he seems to have lost it. language skills.

In addition, in terms of appearance, the most significant change in Barton's eyes is his eyes.

The whites of his eyes have become much larger and filled with scattered bloodshot eyes. The pupils are squeezed by the whites of the eyes and are almost invisible. This means that Barton's perception of light will now be very poor, and the most sensitive eyes have shrunk. a lot of.

Overall, it has a penetrating look with big white eyes and small eyes.

besides.

There are no symptoms of congestion in other parts of Barton's body, so there is not much change compared to before.

This disappointed Dean.

He was a little worried that Barton might not let him do what he wanted.

But you still have to give it a try.

"Aaah!"

Because Barton couldn't make a sound, he touched his throat a little manically, and kept making aaaaa sounds like a mute speaking.

"Barton..."

"Ah?"

Barton stopped and looked at Dean again with his terrifying eyes.

Dean tried to use a gentle tone, slowly snapped his fingers, and called softly: "Barton. Do you remember our chat before, Barton?"

When Patton showed signs of losing control.

He took the opportunity to chat with Barton alone and used the sound of snapping his fingers to implant the surveillance information in Barton's brain that was already starting to slow down (Chapter 314)!

Dean didn't know if Barton would still be affected by his appearance.

He could only give it a try.

If it doesn't work.

Then we can only continue to wait for other opportunities.

Accompanied by rhythmic snapping of fingers.

Some fragmented memory images, from a distorted perspective, emerged in Barton's remaining consciousness.

That was the chat between him and Dean before.

A look of pain appeared on Barton's dull face.

What did they say?

damn it!

Why can’t I remember anything!

The broken memories became more and more fragmented, and in the end, only the sound of finger snapping, which was not loud but had a strong rhythm, was left.

Under the rhythm of snapping fingers, those broken memories were reassembled, and finally turned into one word that was repeated over and over again: "Monitor! Monitor! Monitor!"

There seemed to be a voice that kept reappearing in his mind: "Monitor!"

"Aaah!"

Barton knelt on the deck in some pain, hugged his head, and let out a low moan. At the same time, his originally strong body began to swell with blood.

Boom~

He struck out suddenly and hit the steel deck hard, making a dull sound.

Card Xiu on the side watched Barton's ferocious arm with bulging veins hit his head, tears falling uncontrollably from his face.

So scary!

Just when he was about to lose control of his bladder.

The increasingly terrifying figure slowly stood up from the ground, stepped over Kaxiu's body, and then continued to accelerate, like a wild boar that had been stimulated, rushing towards a surveillance camera outside the cabin like a madman.

"Ah!"

Just when he was about to hit the cabin, Barton roared, his thickened calves covered with veins, and he jumped up like a cannonball, crossing a terrifying distance of seven or eight meters, his hands fiercely He grabbed the surveillance camera and pulled hard with inertia.

Tear~

The sturdy surveillance camera, along with a string of connecting wires, was ripped out of the hull.

next moment.

There was a bang.

The Barton man was still in the air, and the fire around his neck shone brightly, exploding a cloud of blood mist, which forcefully blasted Barton, who had transformed into a beast, into two pieces. His head and body were blown into pieces, and the blood was thrown all over the ground.

He used his life to verify the consequences of fouling.

"FK!"

Dean pretended to curse and rushed over.

Running process.

At a speed invisible to the naked eye, a metal object the size of an ordinary bee appeared on his fingertips. When he got close to Barton's stump, he pressed hard into the network wire hanging in mid-air and connected to the camera.

When metal comes into contact with network wires.

An unobservable data stream was integrated into the electronic network band on the ship. As the electronic network band transmitted, it came to a satellite above the head. Then, along with the satellite's band transmission, it broke away from those data streams and was transmitted to other satellites. on the satellite, and finally after many transits, arrived at a certain manor in Los Angeles.

Didi didi~

Little Mike turned off the reminder sound from the wheelchair, controlled the smart wheelchair, entered the elevator, came to his laboratory, and then tapped quickly with both hands in front of a large-screen computer.

"Interesting frequency band."

Little Mike praised expressionlessly, then hacked into the backdoors of several satellites, modified the operating procedures, and switched frequencies.

The network frequency is broken.

The so-called closed network section means that there is no shell to protect itself.

next moment.

One by one, red dots appeared in front of Little Mike’s computer screen.

These are the network signals of all Lucifer organizations!

Next.

Just break through the other party's firewall.

Little Mike can modify and intercept the information and data hidden in the network signals at will, and even counter-invade the monitoring of the opponent's base and steal various locked information, just like entering an uninhabited land.

for these.

Little Mike didn't know how many times he had done it, and he was already very familiar with it.

Accompanied by his hands tapping.

soon.

A scene from a certain cruise ship appeared on the computer screen in front of Little Mike.

in the screen.

A familiar figure stood in front of a pile of flesh and blood stumps, looking lonely.

"Dean, Experimental Subject No. 37."

Little Mike looked at the annotation on the data, followed this information, and began to search for related information in Lucifer.

Experimental Subject No. 37

neural sensing device

electronic remote control bomb

Hormone triggering agents.

kindness?

Little Mike's eyes lit up.

It seems that there is an unexpected gain.

With a few random taps, he made up a piece of virtual feedback, replacing the control of the neck collar of Subject 37. He picked up a microphone and said in a cold voice: "Dean."

Dean stood in front of Barton's body, pretending to look at it for a while, and then walked back with a solemn expression.

He began to think about whether he had made any mistakes in his previous operation.

Signal intruder.

At the moment of contact, he used the magic of subspace to retract it. With the cover of his body, Lucifer should not have time to discover it.

And he has been stimulating the shrouding power of subspace.

Once there is a sense of danger.

Dean can instantly cut off the connection between the things inside and outside the body and the outside world, avoiding death from the electronic bomb around his neck.

This was also the reason why he allowed the other party to install an electronic collar on his neck before.

But for now.

The people in the Lucifer organization didn't seem to notice his little move.

The movement made by Barton attracted the attention of Black Widow and others.

However, they only took a glance and stopped paying attention to Dean.

The people on the other side of the freighter were rowing boats close to the cruise ship.

All they want now is to get food and survive first.

Dean glanced at Cassius squirming on the deck, wondering how to take out the satellite phone from space and get in touch with Little Mac.

at this time.

A familiar voice came from the collar around his neck: "Dean."

Dean was startled by Little Mac's voice.

He pursed his lips, his abdomen squirmed, and he made a distorted voice: "Little Mike, did you successfully invade?"

"Yes, Dean, you didn't open your mouth, why can you make a sound?"

"It's ventral sound, a little trick." Dean stretched and sat on the ground.

"It's a very interesting technique, but I use false images to block the surveillance around you and the nerve sensors in your body, so you don't have to worry about being seen by those observers when you open your mouth."

Hearing this, Dean felt happy.

Little Mike, awesome!

This guy is simply a mutant among the human group, so powerful and scary!

Dean truly relaxed.

He twisted his head, rubbed his hands and said, "The observers you are talking about are those Lucifer researchers?"

"Yes."

While Mike continued to break through various encrypted messages at the Lucifer organization base, he replied: "They should be researching a hormone-related medicine. You and the people on the freighter are the subjects of this experiment. By the way, I just hacked into the surrounding satellites and discovered that there is a CIA agent on the cruise ship you are on."

Hearing this, Dean raised his eyebrows: "You mean the woman with the spider tattoo on her face?"

"Yes, there are constant signals sent from her body to the satellites passing above your heads. I checked it and found out that it is a group of CIA agents who are also paying attention to the Lucifer organization. They..."

Suddenly, Little Mac's voice disappeared.

Dean's expression changed slightly.

Damn it, it couldn’t be that little Mike suddenly got sick!

He also hopes that Little Mike will tell him the location of the island base of the Lucifer organization!

Conducting this inhumane experiment.

Dean believed that the base of the Lucifer organization would never be too far from the cruise ship he was on, because only in this way could the occurrence of accidents be reduced!

But this assumes that little Mike is fine!

Once something really goes wrong with Little Mac.

Then not only will it be difficult for him to continue with his subsequent plans, but Little Mac's intrusion will definitely be exposed, and by then, things will definitely become a mess.

"call!"

Dean exhaled a breath and called out to Little Mac in a low voice.

Los Angeles.

Little Mike looked at all the information he had looked up expressionlessly, pulling down and playing back over and over again. The torrent of data that ordinary people could not even see clearly seemed to him like characters imprinted in his mind.

It only took a few seconds to check it twice.

No!

In all the intruded data, there is no detailed prescription of hormone-inducing drugs!

He removed the data, patted the microphone, and his voice had a rare fluctuation: "Dean, I hope you can do me a favor."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Little Mac's voice ringing again: "Say it!"

"Lucifer's base is more than a hundred nautical miles north of where you are. I hope that after official forces intervene, you can find an opportunity to help me go to that base and get the formula for the hormone-stimulating potion."

In Little Mike’s calculations.

In this operation, Dean probably wanted to use official power to attack the Lucifer organization.

So he just hoped that Dean would follow up and help him get what he needed.

On a cruise ship.

Dean's eyes narrowed slightly after hearing the address given by Little Mac.

He licked his lips and said seriously: "Okay, but I want you to do one thing. Find a way to attack the base of the Lucifer organization and disconnect the control of the cruise ship and cargo ship!"

This farce can end!