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

"what you up to?"

Qian Feng can't believe that there is such a monster in the world.

He has gone through hundreds of battles and has never been so powerless as he is today.

Dean thought for a moment and then said seriously: "I know about you. Your sister encountered an accident here. As a double agent, you came here this time for the nuclear bomb in the Eye of Hell project. Do you want to Here, detonate this nuclear bomb, right?”

His voice was transformed by the equipment on the skull mask into a strange and cold electronic sound.

This is the technical support provided by Xiaomi, which is very easy to use.

When Qian Feng heard that the person in front of him actually investigated his situation clearly, he raised his head hard and asked in surprise: "Are you from the assassination team of the Shanyue Army?"

In his organization, only the top leader knows the identities and tasks of their members, and all information never appears on the Internet.

Except for the top leader of the organization betraying himself.

Qian Feng couldn't figure out why this person knew his true identity.

Sanyue Army assassination team?

Dean shook his head.

He just knew Qian Feng's existence by chance because of the case, and based on the information, he reasoned and came to the conclusion.

Dean squatted down and slowly connected Qian Feng's joints, while saying: "I don't know what you are talking about. You just need to tell me whether you want to take revenge on this country and let it be exposed in front of the whole world. Disgraced?"

The man in front of me has very fast hands.

Qian Feng quickly regained control of his body.

But Dean's attack just now had such a strong impact on him that he only dared to move his body and did not dare to make any unnecessary movements.

After a few seconds.

The tingling sensation on my body gradually disappeared.

Qian Feng nodded: "If you hadn't attacked me just now, I would have already done this."

"for example?"

"Use hostages, threaten all the TV stations in Los Angeles to broadcast live the scenes here, play some games, and then set off a big firework that will record history. With just one blast, this area will become a permanent scar in the history of the United States. "

"It's a crazy idea." Dean nodded: "But the signal here has been cut off by people outside. By the way, they are evacuating everyone here."

Hearing the news, Qian Feng's eyes flashed fiercely: "I know that disgusting Saul is still trying to cover up the truth here in front of the media. They don't know that I have a nuclear bomb in my hand, but I have already let those people The hostages are transmitting information here through radio waves, and they have not blocked this."

Hearing this, Dean frowned: "You didn't ask them to pass on the news that there was a nuclear bomb here?"

Qian Feng shook his head: "I want to save the surprise for the end. More than a hundred researchers with certain social influence are enough for those people to let go of the blockade here and obediently live broadcast according to my requirements."

Let's imagine.

When those shameless politicians complete the humiliating games one by one according to his requirements, and finally see a mushroom cloud rising from this country, it will definitely be more shocking than the two mushroom clouds that first appeared decades ago. People are impressed.

"You are wrong." Dean chuckled: "It seems you don't understand this country at all."

researcher?

Aren’t they just cattle and horse tool people?

Public opinion?

Isn't this just toilet paper that you throw away after use?

The electronic sound transformed from a chuckle is like fingernails scraping on a blackboard, very harsh.

Even though he was very afraid of the man wearing a skull mask in front of him, Qian Feng still couldn't help but said irritably: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"I'll do as you say, but the message I send out needs to be changed."

Dean pretended to take out a small earplug and a wristband from his pocket, and threw them to Qian Feng: "Put on the wristband and earplugs, and then follow my instructions."

There is subspace, which is comfortable.

Qian Feng placed all the detonators on his body at the door of the live broadcast room. He had no chance to counterattack and had no choice but to be obedient.

Wait until he puts on his wrist.

Dean continued: "This wrist is a remote-controlled bomb, and the earplugs can receive my words at a certain distance. Now you ask those people to send out the news that there is a nuclear bomb here and the Hell's Eye plan, right? , if you don’t want to disgust this country, you can also try to detonate those detonators.”

Qian Feng didn't reply, turned around and went back, dismantled the detonators again, installed them at the entrance of the underground research institute, and followed Dean's instructions one by one.

In order to take revenge, he could even risk his life.

As long as the monster in front of him doesn't stop him from taking revenge, even if he is a demon, he will not resist.

Here in the United States, there are many people playing private radio stations.

Along with the radio waves transmitted from the underground research institute to all over the world.

Some of those who received the message thought it was someone joking. Some curious people searched the Internet and found nothing. They also regarded the message as a joke and sent back messages to warn them, saying that this kind of joke was dangerous.

But there are newspaper friends in Los Angeles who know the situation at the school.

Ever since.

A short time.

Those media received the information from the underground research institute.

"Project Hell's Eye?"

"Nuclear bomb?"

"FK, why do I feel like this world is becoming more and more magical?"

Gossip is something that everyone has in common.

Some media people, even if they dare not directly broadcast this information, cannot help but inform their relatives and friends about these situations.

Faced with such breaking news, their relatives and friends couldn't help but show off their well-informedness in front of other friends.

Word spread quickly.

The news quickly reached the ears of the hostages' relatives and friends.

They had long seen the news that their relatives had become hostages through live news broadcasts from schools, police and TV stations. Now that they heard this even more shocking news, their anger could no longer be suppressed.

What a bullshit school shooting!

This was clearly a terrorist attack, and the terrorists' request for a live broadcast was concealed by those damn Z-clients.

Do they want their relatives to die underground?

Suddenly.

A parade started in front of the city hall, and as time went by, more and more people who liked to join in the fun joined the procession and looked around for cameras to film the parade, hoping to be on TV.

As for the purpose of the parade?

who cares.

Just join in the fun and that's it.

Maybe after the parade is over, we can take the opportunity to hook up with some girls and socialize.

This is not over yet.

Some enemies of Sol's family received the news and quickly contacted the media and radio stations they controlled. They broke the news regardless of whether it was true or not.

If there is false news, just throw dirty water on it first.

Real news, that’s even better.

As for the people who are under the threat of nuclear bombs?

It's none of their business.

They're not in Los Angeles anyway.

By the time Saul and his group knew this information, many places in the United States were relaying the situation here.

The news could no longer be suppressed.

"FK!"

"FK!"

"FK!"

Sol grabbed his favorite golf club and smashed everything in front of him like a mad dog.

It’s over!

All is lost!

Saul knew that no matter how this matter ended, his political career had ended early.

at this time.

Jingle bell bell~

The half-broken landline phone that fell to the ground began to ring.

Thor seemed to have heard the death notice from hell. His crazy expression froze, and he paused for a few seconds before dejectedly throwing away the golf club in his hand. Ignoring the debris on the ground, he sat down on the ground, grabbed the phone, and waited for the verdict. .

A cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "Now, let someone remove the information blockade over there, and meet all his demands before we get there!"

Before Sol could reply, a busy signal came from the phone.

Snap.

Saul threw away the broken landline phone in his hand, silently took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

As expected, it was the family calling.

The meaning is also very simple.

He was abandoned.

Even if that lunatic who doesn't know who he is asks him to die, he must do it as long as he doesn't want his wife, daughter, and close relatives to be punished.

Finished a cigarette.

He stood up from the ground again and looked at his secretary who was hiding in the corner without saying a word with an expressionless face: "Go ahead and ask someone to lift the signal blockade and let those TV stations receive the signals coming from there."

The secretary didn't dare to ask any more questions, and just ran away from here as if running for his life.

Underground Research Institute.

Along with a group of people cheering, asking for help, and crying, the scene here appeared on the TV on the shelf in the live broadcast room.

The request was approved.

This means they won't be killed by that madman for a while.

Qian Feng sat carelessly in front of several cameras, holding a microphone, adjusting his windbreaker like a gentleman, and then dialed the number in front of the cameras using the laboratory's landline in front of all the Los Angeles audience. Mayor's hotline.

His call was immediately transferred and answered.

"I am Saul. If you have any appeal, you can tell me that those hostages are innocent. They..." Saul is a mature Z client who knows the truth of being willing to accept defeat.

So even if I know that I am finished, I still habitually maintain a hypocritical side in front of the camera.

"Are you referring to the fact that you covered up the news and ignored the affairs of more than a hundred social elites here and countless students and teachers above the school? Haven't you considered before that they also have families?"

There was a moment of silence.

Sol gritted his teeth and wanted to argue: "You misunderstood, I."

Qian Feng interrupted him again:

“I believe that you should have obtained my information, but many viewers don’t know it.

Now let me introduce myself. "

His previously handsome face once again showed the crazy smile before: "My name is Qian Feng. You probably think I am a Chinese, but I'm sorry, I am not. My true identity is a member of the Hell Eye Project. Undercover personnel, you can understand that I am an employee of your Z government."

Hearing this, the countless viewers who had received the news, put aside all their work, and walked to the TV were in an uproar.

What the hell?

Is the terrorist in front of me an employee of Government Z?

And what the hell is Project Hell's Eye?

This name sounds very evil.

On the other side, when Qian Feng mentioned the Hell's Eye Project again, Saul, who had just received Qian Feng's information, his heart almost stopped.

He ignored the fact that he was on live television and said in a suppressed voice: "Qian Feng, Mr. Qian, I'm sorry, we didn't find your information. In addition, I must remind you that your current behavior is very dangerous!"

The Eye of Hell plan is in his hands.

If it is made public, it will not only be the end of his political career, but also the end of his real life.

He felt that he could still save it.

"Hahaha!"

Qian Feng burst out laughing:

"Danger?

Isn't it dangerous to do things for you?

I don't care about any of this, but why did I risk my life to help you while my sister came to school here and was violated by a group of so-called highly educated classmates?

You claim to be fair, but just because my sister is Vietnamese, those bastards at school want to suppress the matter!

Now you talk to me about danger?

Hahaha! "

Qian Feng did not expose himself as a double agent.

With a ferocious expression, he kicked down the table in front of him, grabbed the phone, walked to a box in front, and tore open the wooden board above, revealing a not too big oval ball connected to various electronic instruments: "You must be sure Curious about what Project Hell’s Eye is?”

Saul looked desperately at the TV screen. The lunatic was telling him bit by bit the plan that was cruel and could not be put on the table. He collapsed weakly on the ground, no longer able to maintain the dignity of his upper class.

Why?

Why do I encounter this kind of crazy thing inexplicably?

Thinking of the confidence I had when I gave a speech in front of the media.

It's just clown behavior.

The viewers of the TV station listened to the shocking news Qian Feng said on the TV, but there was dead silence on the other end of the phone. Only then did they really start to panic!

Is what the other party said true?

Is the world crazy?

A mushroom cloud actually rises over the land of the most powerful country in the world?

God must be drunk today!

At this moment, neither the old Americans in Los Angeles nor the new Americans who have worked hard to immigrate here can afford to continue to eat melon.

No matter where they are in Los Angeles, whether they were social elites, business owners, or the bottom, they are all running like crazy at this moment, running to the car in an attempt to get away from this land.

The further away the better!

Technology has developed to this day.

Nuclear bombs are no longer as bulky as they were when we were dancing in our childhood.

Except for professionals.

No one knows how big the impact of the explosion is on the small-looking 'Peace' on the TV.

What's more, Los Angeles is close to the West Coast.

Even if the explosion did not threaten them, the wind they usually enjoyed might sweep the remaining radiation to them, threatening their lives.

Cars are jammed on the road.

Adults were everywhere cursing, children were crying, and from time to time there were gunshots and women's screams coming from everywhere.

In an agitated and anxious atmosphere, someone shot the driver who was quarreling with him and killed him.

Someone took advantage of everyone's confusion and thought that no matter whether the 'peace messenger' would break out or not, he took action directly and dragged the 'beautiful girl' whom he would never sleep with to a corner or even on the street, tearing open her clothes. The violence began immediately.

The complexity of human nature is vividly reflected at this moment.

All kinds of chaos and congestion.

The police in Los Angeles were completely unable to control the chaos.

Especially in the chaotic situation where people are traveling with guns on a large scale, they don't even dare to show their old attitude, for fear that someone will react and shoot them to death indiscriminately.

To know.

Too many people don't have much favorable impressions of these people.

Qian Feng has not made any move yet.

The whole of Los Angeles was in chaos.

Next chapter, deal with Sol.

Then after almost dozens of chapters, it will be over.