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

Outside the interrogation room.

Seven or eight people were in a daze listlessly, each with their own concerns.

One of them noticed Dean's arrival and greeted him with an unhappy expression: "Your Excellency Anthony is waiting for you inside."

Dean saw the other person's face clearly and couldn't help chuckling.

He recognized each other.

This person was Chesston, who came to find him for the first time, that is, the unlucky guy who was rewarded by Lawrence with a few big Texas pussies.

Seeing Dean's sarcasm and anger rising in his eyes, Cheston sneered as if thinking of something, and turned back to his companions.

Dean noticed that the two fools he beat up last time didn't see any of them now, and he didn't know if something happened or they were arranged to do other things.

The interrogation room was pitch black.

In the small corner where the prisoner was originally sitting, there was a flickering light on the screen, reflecting Anthony's somewhat gloomy face.

"Your appearance looks like a Hollywood villain." Dean closed the door and walked behind Anthony.

Anthony pushed the laptop in his hand: "I'd rather be a big villain than be a fool being teased."

Dean's gaze was already attracted by the video on the computer.

This thing is still a rare thing now.

In the video, there is a scene of less than ten seconds that is played repeatedly:

Dark corridors.

Seven FBI members in uniforms and headsets were standing guard at each checkpoint.

A black shadow flashed across the screen.

next moment.

Two groups of gunfire flickered past.

The four people in the front didn't even have a chance to react, and all died with headshots.

Before the other three people figured out the location of the intruder.

Sombra flicked his left hand.

The three people who had just alternately covered and advanced collapsed to the ground for no reason. They watched as a thin figure in a black robe and a clown mask walked up to them and shot them one by one, blowing their heads off!

Clear the guards.

The killer clown suddenly turned his head, made a V sign arrogantly to the camera, and then raised his pistol.

boom!

The picture is so dark.

Dean's eyes widened.

Fuck.

Is it so fierce?

He held a pistol, and although he was confident of sweeping the seven FBIs, he definitely couldn't do it as easily as the other side.

The key is the three people behind, why did they suddenly fall to the ground?

Dean subconsciously replaced himself with those FBI.

Several simulations.

Finally shook his head.

By physical strength and pistol mastery.

He can only kill the opponent with certainty, but his own reaction speed cannot avoid the opponent's bullet.

Such a master.

In his previous life, he was not even qualified to meet him.

"who is he?"

Dean couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"The third killer in North America, Clown V." Anthony's voice was full of fatigue: "The one who threatened the lawyer of the Truck Guild was only a small leader of the Dagger Gang. , but before the interrogation, V appeared."

Seven reserves were lost with this.

Even Anthony is under tremendous pressure now.

"The thread is broken?"

"It's broken, after V killed all my men, he directly killed the little boss, by the way." Anthony seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Dean: "I remember you have the blood of Huaguo, do you know the silver needle hidden weapon? "

"Hidden weapon?" Dean exclaimed.

Of course he knows!

Not only know this thing, but also understand some.

In Dean's previous life, he learned his nimble blade from a disabled old man living in Southeast Asia.

According to the old man, it was because of the war in the early years.

Many masters with inheritance have gone overseas and scattered all over the world to survive.

Since then, Dean has been very interested in it, and even went to watch a match of a Chinese black boxing master, who is indeed extremely fierce.

Fists like hammers, feet like axes.

With three punches and two kicks, the opponent beat a bear master alive, his ribs were shattered and his neck was broken.

pity.

After the game.

Before Dean stepped forward to get closer.

The opponent was shot and killed by gunmen sent by the gold master on the side of Maoxiong Master.

Since then, Dean has given up the idea of ​​learning boxing, but practiced marksmanship hard.

Hey, times have changed.

"Dean?"

Dean came back to his senses: "I heard from my father, but it seems that this kind of method is not passed down much, and it is all inherited in one continuous line, and it will not be revealed at ordinary times."

"Yes, the few Los Angeles kung fu masters I consulted almost said the same thing." Anthony nodded, pointed to the screen and said, "Did you see the last three people? They were penetrated by fine needles quenched with poison. Only when you hit your neck will you lose control of your body."

Three stitches in an instant.

Anthony shook his head.

Calculated according to the instrument.

The speed at which each needle flies out in an instant is close to the speed of sound.

How could it be possible for a human hand to make the light and flimsy needle burst out at such a fast speed in an instant and be so accurate?

Simply incomprehensible.

Anthony withdrew his thoughts, looked at Dean, and said in a serious tone, "Okay, Dean, last time I said that I hope you will be my apprentice, what do you think?"

"Do I have to join the FBI?"

"No, this is your freedom." Anthony sighed:

"I am a member of the Commonwealth Achatz Academy, specially hired by the FBI, and I lead at least a dozen students every year.

But there are only two real apprentices at present.

One of them, serving in the Commonwealth of MI6, was the head of a department.

The other person originally belonged to the FBI with me.

I spent a lot of effort on him.

But three years ago, he led his men to investigate a purification game involving the Lucifer game organization in New York, and finally the entire army was annihilated.

I just came out of semi-retirement and went to the front line again, trying to destroy the Lucifer game organization! "

It sounds awesome!

Dean took a deep breath.

In his previous life, to put it harshly, he was a mass-produced cannon fodder.

Anthony in front of him.

He is definitely the most awesome person he has come into contact with in his past and present lives.

What is it called?

Chance!

Dean tried his best to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "What does it take to be your apprentice?"

"Just be yourself." Anthony laughed, his voice hoarse like a snake hissing: "Don't think too much, Dean, I just don't want the name of Akaz College to be completely sunk. As for the Lucifer Game Organization, I will deal with it , you don’t need to bear any pressure.”

so good?

Anthony's selflessness made Dean hesitate.

Seeing this, Anthony's eyes showed a smile: "Dean, someone came to me before to verify that you are my apprentice. When you used my name to extort money, you didn't hesitate, why are you worried now? "

Dean: "."

It must be that fat black man Hutu.

Sooner or later, find a chance to deal with him!

That's all.

It's all about this.

About two hundred catties of meat.

"Okay, I agree." Dean bowed slightly and saluted: "Old man, congratulations, you have obtained an excellent apprentice."

Anthony gave Dean a thumbs up: "I don't know anything else, but at least he has a thick skin."

The two looked at each other and laughed loudly.

Name determined.

Anthony looked at Dean with a much more friendly gaze: "Do you still want to ask me, there are definitely many people who look better than you, why do you like you, right?"

Dean's eyes widened.

He did have this doubt.

"This used to be called mind reading, but now it's called micro-expressions and psychological analysis. I'll teach you later."

Anthony stood up and put away the laptop: "Let's go, I haven't taught you the third lesson last time, and now I will tell you how to deal with people you don't want to see in a reasonable and legal way!"

Dean took the computer bag very doggy.

Mind reading, I want to learn!

It's useless for him to save two skill points!

There will be no such thing as super martial arts in this book, so rest assured to taste it.

In addition, the book is recommended at the end of October.

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ten days.

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The dog thief will write stories more carefully in the future.

Good night, brothers.