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

At this moment, the silver Bugatti EB110, like a close-up in a movie, soared into the sky, parallel to the startled white dove, and rushed straight to the gate of the church like a meteorite falling amidst the violent gunshots.

It was a sway again!

Under a huge impact.

A thin figure followed the door of the church, flew out together, and slammed into a far corner without moving.

influenced by.

The out-of-control Bugatti EB110 finally got stuck on the building bump and stopped the rampage.

Ruos looked at the quiet church with some dementia, and said stupidly: "Detective Dean, I seem to have hit someone to death."

I saw in front of the church gate and around the car.

Several Southeast Asian men with the same dull expressions and light submachine guns also turned their heads stupidly, looking at the car that suddenly appeared among them, their dark faces were full of bewilderment.

A car from heaven?

Without any hesitation, Dean took out a pistol in one hand, threw it on Ross's face with the other, and shouted, "Open the door!"

His uncle's.

This idiot actually drove the car directly into the crowd of gunmen and killed one of them.

As long as the other party reacts and presses the trigger lightly, Dean and the two don't even need to prepare a coffin. The Bugatti EB110 will directly become an iron coffin.

Affected by the stinging pain, Ruos saw several black muzzles pointing towards this side, and finally reacted, frantically trying to stop the engine and open the door.

The car is equipped with a state-of-the-art electronic control system.

If the engine doesn't stop, the door won't open.

One key brake button down.

Dean pushed the car door, but the door remained motionless.

Ruos looked desperate, and his voice became shrill: "It can't be opened."

next moment.

blah blah~

Orange gun flames flickered.

On the nick of time.

Dean jerked Russ off his seat belt and curled him up in the narrow space under the driver and co-pilot.

There is only so much space in this broken car, and there is still a barrier between the driver's seat and the co-pilot.

Otherwise, Dean would not have saved the idiot Ruos at all, but would have used him as a meat shield.

Pity him for being 1.88 meters tall, he is tall and has a big frame, so he can't hide himself completely. In order to reduce the possibility of being hit in the vitals, he can only raise his big P valley and put him in danger .

He now just hopes the window shatters sooner.

That way, he can fight back without worrying about getting hit by a ricochet.

Surprisingly.

The imaginary sound of glass shattering did not come, but the car shook slightly, and the glass also made a muffled sound, as if someone was tapping lightly with a stone outside.

Dean was shocked when he heard the voice.

I rely on.

Could it be that the car has been specially modified to use bulletproof glass?

He looked up quickly.

I saw dense white dots appearing on the bright front windshield and the windows on both sides.

This car has been modified!

"Get up!", Dean lifted Ruos who was curled up into a ball, and raised a middle finger to the people outside.

Ruosi was lifted up in horror, and almost closed his eyes in fright, but found that nothing happened to him, so he opened his eyes in surprise.

I saw bullets coming in front, back, left, and right, but they were all bounced off by the glass and alloy, leaving only white spots on them.

Ruos couldn't help showing the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

His eyes were watery, and he said excitedly: "FK, I remembered, my father specially asked someone to modify this car. Unless the other party has armor-piercing bombs, it will not be able to threaten us in a short time!"

Dean glanced at Ruos's crotch, turned his head in disdain, and took out his mobile phone in front of those ugly-looking Southeast Asian gunmen, ready to call someone.

This is the scope of the wealthy suburban area.

Once called for support.

In a few minutes at most, there will be a large number of police cars surrounded.

See the mobile phone in Dean's hand.

A dark-skinned man with a stern face finally raised his hand, waved to his companions, and rushed into the church together.

This surprised Dean.

Depend on!

This group of people knew they would be arrested if they didn't run away, but they still wanted to kill the people inside. They couldn't be a group of specially trained dead men!

Think about it.

Dean made up his mind to let Ruos, the rich second generation, stand in front, and just be an invisible person this time.

When the phone is dialed.

Inside the church, there were several rapid gunshots and screams.

next moment.

A message flashed across Dean's mind: [Participate in the killing of all gunmen, solve the church shooting case, experience value +200]

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Those gunmen all died within five seconds after entering?

I also spent a wave of experience points in vain.

"Dean, what's the matter?" Lawrence's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.

Dean looked at the completely quiet church, his lips twitched twice, and after a few seconds of silence, he hesitated and said, "Lawrence, call me a corpse truck."

Lawrence is awesome.

Dean was heard to have been shot.

In less than ten minutes, seven or eight police cars and an ambulance arrived at the scene.

With their help.

Dean and Joss finally got out of this Bugatti EB110 rushing to the street.

Seems to be the effect of sirens.

The inner door of the church, which had been silent for a long time, opened quietly, and a distorted shout came: "Hey, are the policemen outside?"

Dean frowned slightly.

This voice sounds familiar.

He pushed away the patrolman in front and shouted inside: "This place is already surrounded, I give you three seconds to come out with your hands up!"

The voice fell.

A familiar head poked out from inside.

"Dean!"

"Karp?!"

This person is actually Karp who taught him Krav Krav Maga!

Why is he here?

"FK, Dean, it's you, call the medical staff, someone is injured here!", Garp breathed a sigh of relief.

"My own people, the doctors and nurses will follow me!" Dean hurriedly stopped the patrolmen with guns around him, and walked over first.

The hut where Karp is located should be a temporary resting compartment for the church here. It is not big, but there are several corpses lying here and there that look like broken dolls.

These tragic corpses are obviously the Southeast Asian gunmen who rushed here before.

Dean looked at the scars on the body and licked his dry lips.

The scene is a bit scary.

In this group of people, either their necks were greatly twisted and their cervical vertebrae were broken, or their limbs were twisted and their chests sunken, as if they had been slashed with a big axe or hit hard with a sledgehammer.

It's very unsafe to die!

Around the body, there were also some bullet casings and a few submachine guns with slightly twisted barrels.

In the five seconds just now, what exactly did these gunmen go through?

Dean was horrified.

Look forward.

Only then did he notice that there was a bald old man lying behind Ruos.

The old man is also a Southeast Asian. He looks to be in his sixties. He is thin and dressed like a priest. He is clutching his thigh wound, closing his eyes without saying a word, and is extremely calm.

Karp ignored Dean, seeing two male nurses coming with a stretcher, he quickly helped the old man onto the stretcher, and then sent him to the ambulance.

Patrolmen have cordoned off the surrounding area.

See the ambulance leave.

Karp walked up to Dean with confidence, and said with lingering fear, "Dean, give me a cigarette, FK, I almost died here today."

As he spoke, he glared at Dean: "It's all because of you!"

Dean stood there blankly, holding a smoked cigarette, with a black question mark face.

It's not my business?

Thanks to the "Brilliant Night" book friend for the reward of 3,000 book coins, and thanks to the boss.

Thanks to the "Buddhist Wuzhuang Temple" book friend for the reward of 1,500 book coins, thank you boss.

Thanks to the three book friends of 'Blue God', 'The Man Who Killed Qin Shihuang', and '20171116004049159' for their rewards, and thanks to the three bosses.