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

Amodio was held in the prison cell.

The detention room is located on the two basement floors of this building, directly connected to the garage, guarded by special guards, with independent power supply, and 24-hour surveillance for all-round surveillance.

Out of the interrogation room.

Under the gaze of many FBI reserve cadets.

Dean and Anthony, master and apprentice, walked towards the elevator.

It wasn't until the two left that Cheston in the corner breathed a sigh of relief.

After going back this time, these students can become regulars.

He originally thought that after he became a regular, he would find a way to trouble Dean and his partner.

But now I see the friendly appearance of Dean and His Excellency Anthony.

This is obviously not a good choice.

In the elevator.

Anthony started teaching: "Dean, when you want to get rid of prisoners you don't want to see again and don't want to ask for trouble, the easiest way is to send them to a suitable prison."

"Private prison?"

"Yes." Anthony nodded: "I have shares in many private prisons, and some prisoners without background can be easily disposed of."

Speaking of which.

Anthony showed a smug smile on his face: "I have noticed the development of private prisons for a long time. More than a decade ago, the government was unable to support the huge amount of prison expenditures. I opened the first batch of prisons with my companions through my contacts. Every private prison will attract the local justice, so the development has been good."

Arrest people, try them, send them to prison, generate income, open new prisons

Anthony's one-stop service is considerate.

Just offend him.

Anthony can arrange the opponent clearly.

Dean was a little disappointed.

Because this method is good, but it is easy to leave behind in the hands of others.

Even if this person is Anthony, the same is true.

Except myself.

Dean doesn't believe anyone.

"Is there any other method?"

Anthony looked relieved: "It's good that you are cautious. Of course there are other ways."

"If you just want to handle it yourself, then I have some props to recommend."

Anthony shines on the ring on his hand.

"There's a syringe the size of a human hair in it that contains a nerve paralyzing toxin.

As long as the prisoner's neck is pressed inadvertently, he will die of respiratory failure in a short time. With the current technology, it is difficult to analyze the cause of death. "

"I have more than a dozen copies of similar potions here."

"However, these are trivial things. People with real power don't need to be so troublesome, Dean, do you understand what I mean?"

Dean nodded: "Understood!"

I'm still too petty to limit myself to the vision of my previous life.

When you gain power, the other party will choke to death by drinking saliva, hang to death on a water pipe 30 centimeters above the ground, or drown yourself in the washbasin.

These ways of dying will become very reasonable.

Doing it yourself will only increase the trouble.

The elevator doors open.

Anthony led Dean to the temporary cell where Amodio was held.

Hear movement.

Amodio, who was exercising with bare hands, raised his head.

See who is coming.

There was joy on his face: "Mr. Anthony, is there any result?"

After discovering that he was powerless, Amodiou simply betrayed the Lucifer Game Organization and revealed all the tasks assigned to him by the other party.

Anthony didn't even look at Amodio, and asked the two FBI guards to leave the room, then turned to Dean and said, "If you understand, then do it."

Dean nodded, unlocked the cell from the outside, and walked into the cell.

Amodiou felt faintly uneasy, retreated to the corner, and put on a boxing defensive posture: "Mr. Anthony, this"

next moment.

Dean kicked out, with a sharp wind sound, and hit Amodeo's leg joint.

There was a loud click.

Before Amodiou could react, his right leg was twisted and deformed, and his whole body was lifted into the air under the tremendous force, and fell heavily to the ground.

Without waiting for Amodio to howl, Dean punched him on the head again.

bang~

There was a muffled sound on the cell floor.

Amadeo's head that had just been raised hit the ground heavily.

Dark red blood spilled out.

Amadeo's forehead was sunken, his eyes widened, his pupils dilated, his lips squirmed twice, and then completely froze.

"threaten me?"

Dean raised the corner of his mouth and touched Amodio's neck. After confirming that the other party was dead, he got up and left the cell, and looked at Anthony with a smile: "Old man, how are you?"

"Your strength is very fast, but your technique is a little rough, and the way you exert your strength is not right."

Anthony gave a very pertinent evaluation.

He clapped his hands.

The two FBIs who had gone out before came in again.

Anthony pointed to the motionless Amodio in the cell and said, "He was playing handstand, and he threw himself to death, let's deal with it."

In the face of this outrageous statement.

Without asking any questions, the two quickly took out a large box from a corner of the cell, took out various props and body bags from it, walked into the cell and began to deal with it.

Looking at this familiar business process.

Dean, the former scavenger, couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

Professional!

And that's Anthony's third lesson to Dean: Power!

Leaving two little Karami to dispose of the body.

After Anthony made a phone call to his men who were still in the interrogation room, he brought Dean to the coffee shop in the police station.

"Dean, Amodiou gave some very important information before, and I need to deal with it. I also need to find a way to explain the death of so many students this time.

in a short time.

I can't teach you by being around you.

These are things I am good at. "

As he said that, Anthony put a form in front of Dean: "I don't know much, you can see what you want to learn first, and I will arrange it for you."

Dean picked up the form and flipped through it.

Just the names above, there is a long list: mind reading, scar recognition, tracking, anti-tracking, footprint analysis, camouflage, special pharmacy, battlefield traps, password deciphering, fast memory, Israeli Krav Maga.

Dean: "."

Is this a bit too exaggerated?

The key is to look at these skills.

Dean vaguely felt that the Achatz Academy that Anthony was talking about did not seem to be a serious place.

Anthony seemed to have guessed what Dean was thinking, and explained: "Akaz Academy was actually the name of a killer organization at the beginning, and was later recruited by the royal family to train special agents, so I know a little more."

God is a little bit.

Dean put down the list speechlessly: "I'm afraid there are many things on it that need one-on-one guidance before you can get started?"

"Yes, under normal circumstances, you should study with me for a few years, which is why we are called the Akaz Academy."

Anthony chuckled: "But you don't want to join the FBI, so I can only come to teach you after I finish my work, and you can also choose what you want to learn first, and I will arrange someone to teach you how to get started first."

The FBI is too complicated.

Dean really doesn't want to get too involved in it right now.

He looked at the list tangledly, and finally his finger stopped on a name: "Old man, let me learn this first, and the rest will be discussed after you finish your work."

Anthony saw the name on it clearly, and took out a note: "I already guessed that you would choose this. This is the person I have contacted for you. If you want to learn, just call him."

so awesome?

Dean took the note in disbelief, and after seeing the contents clearly, he was finally convinced.

The note reads impressively: Karp, an expert in Krav Maga in Israel, phone XXX.

This is exactly the skill Dean chose.

Anthony smiled: "Aren't you asking a girl named Laura to help you find a fighting expert? Garp is the elite inside. He owes me a favor and will teach you with his heart."

"Okay, it's time for me to leave."

After speaking, Anthony stood up.

Dean said quickly: "Old man, Bill."

Anthony raised his hand to stop Dean's words, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Dean, if you refuse to become my apprentice, I will give you those materials. Not now! I don't want another apprentice of mine, also Died at the hands of the Lucifer Game Organization."

Dean was silent for a moment, and said sincerely, "Old man, be careful."

Anthony waved his hand and disappeared from Dean's sight.