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

Garp snatched the cigarette in Dean's hand, lit it and took a deep breath, before pointing to the ambulance drive away: "Do you know who the priest is?"

Although Dean had guessed earlier, he was still a little disbelieving: "Karp, don't tell me, that old man is the ancient muay thai master you mentioned."

"Don't you have an answer in your heart?" Garp spewed out two pillars of smoke from his nose and shrugged: "It's not like you don't know my current level. It's impossible to kill a few gunmen in a few seconds."

Having said that.

Dean still felt that reality was a bit of a nonsense.

The little old man seemed to have slender arms and legs, and the combined weight probably weighed less than a hundred catties. He belonged to the kind who would be worried that he would break a bone due to osteoporosis when he walked.

Just such a person.

About five seconds.

Killed several people in a row with incomparable violence, and even bent those steel submachine guns slightly

The facts are right in front of us.

Dean could only light a cigarette, feeling that reality is more magical than movies.

But think about it.

Dean was excited again.

The old man's body can be so violent. If he has his level, wouldn't he take off?

Garp looked at Dean thinking, and laughed: "Man, it's not as fantastic as you think, Father Ana is actually only forty-two years old this year, and the reason he looks so vicissitudes is because he practiced the ancient Muay Thai killing method! "

"The ancient Muay Thai killing method?"

Garp nodded, glanced around, saw that no one was approaching, so he lowered his voice and said:

"Ah Na was originally the top black boxer in Southeast Asia.

Later, he offended the local gangsters, so he had no choice but to use ZZ as an asylum channel, and stuffed a lot of money into the immigration bureau before he came here to settle down.

On the surface, he is a priest, but secretly he has been training some people with special identities for the Federation.

And I heard.

The training of the ancient Muay Thai killing method is extremely cruel. Only those with strong bodies can survive the training period with the help of an ancient secret medicine.

Even so.

Look at what Ah Na looks like now.

He was only in his forties, and he looked like he was in his fifties or sixties. He also needed expensive medicines every week to maintain his normal body, otherwise it would be difficult for him to walk. "

Garp chuckled: "That's why he was willing to secretly teach the ancient Muay Thai killing method, because he lacks money. Dean, do you still want to learn this thing now?"

This so-called ancient muay thai killing method is an extreme killing technique that squeezes the potential of life and turns oneself into a killing machine.

Because of Anthony's relationship.

Naturally, Karp would not let Dean learn this technique, but a more gentle and modern Muay Thai, but this did not prevent him from scaring Dean.

Dean didn't hesitate at all, his eyes were hot: "Learn, why don't you learn!"

He has skill points, as long as he has a basic understanding of the ancient Muay Thai killing method, he can be directly promoted to mastery, and he doesn't need to squeeze his overdrawn life like a normal person.

The key is.

The skills improved by skill points are like virtual feedback to reality.

Dean suspects that after those skills are improved, the positive feedback from virtual training will also appear on his body.

If this is the case.

Ancient muay thai boxing is a fighting technique that squeezes the body to the limit in exchange for a strong close combat ability. For Dean, it is the most cost-effective.

Cap didn't know Dean had the panel and thought he was joking.

Times have changed.

In modern times, artillery is king.

Normal people, no one would be willing to risk their lives and fatal injuries to their bodies in exchange for this kind of short-term strength that has no meaning.

"Okay, Dean, I've already talked with Na, and you can just come here to find him." Garp threw away the cigarette butt: "He has a penetrating wound, and he will be back in the afternoon at most, so if you want , You can also wait here for him to be sent back."

"No problem." Dean nodded, and then pointed to the church full of bullet holes: "You haven't told me what happened today, and are you sure that I will learn from him and will not violate the rules of his department?"

Garp shook his head: "As long as he is valuable, who cares about this? Everyone needs money to live, and you are still a student of Anthony, let alone anyone will trouble you. As for today's matter"

His face became gloomy: "It should be Ah Na's enemies in Southeast Asia, those uncivilized monkeys, dare to come to Los Angeles to take revenge, this matter is endless!"

Dean pursed his lips.

Did not speak.

Before Karp retired, he was obviously not a good bird, maybe he was a member of the secret forces of the Federation, such as beheading and assassination teams active in other countries, agents, and so on.

He didn't want to get involved in these unknown troubles.

Another cigarette was added.

Garp regained his strength and prepared to leave.

On the occasion of parting.

He seemed to remember something, and told Dean a 'bad' news: "Yes, Dean, there is bad news, I heard emm, because more than half of the students Anthony led were killed and injured, and his recent actions are a bit crazy, He could be temporarily or even permanently suspended."

"Suspension?" Dean said with joy on his face, "Isn't this good news, now that Anthony has time to teach me himself."

And he was also worried that Anthony would fall into the hands of the Lucifer Game Organization, causing him to cut off Anthony's network.

Now I feel at ease.

Garp looked at the smiling Dean, wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth, gave Dean a thumbs up, whether it was exaggeration or admiration, turned and left.

Anthony has taken a 'good' apprentice!

Not long after Cap left.

Poor Ruosi finally got the bodyguard who came from home.

before leaving.

Ruos still did not forget his promise, and handed over his friend's business card to Dean, so that he would have time to go to the car supermarket by himself, and just drive a car.

Any one will do.

Mr. Ruos pays the bill!

Dean was a little embarrassed because he slept with Laura. Seeing that he was so generous, he finally forgave Ruos for almost cheating him.

next.

Dean prepares to wait for Ana to be sent back.

The four skill points in his hand are already very hungry.

Because of boredom.

Relying on his identity as a friend of the bald Hawk, he quickly got acquainted with a few guarding patrolmen, and chatted about some wonderful experiences together.

Although these police officers seldom experience major crimes, because old American residents may report to the police when encountering trivial matters, they have experienced many strange incidents.

All of a sudden.

Dean listened with gusto.

Until the people from the forensics department came over, extracted the evidence, and took away the body.

The patrolmen also left.

Dean had to sit bored on the church steps alone in a daze.

time flies.

Just when the afterglow of the setting sun is about to disappear into the sky.

Dean got up, ready to come back tomorrow.

A taxi turned from the front and finally stopped in front of him.

Ah, finally came back on crutches.

Thank you book friend 'NJ Tiger Lord' for the reward of two thousand book coins, thank you boss.

These chapters are mainly a storyline and foreshadowing. Now that the protagonist has marksmanship, and the melee configuration will be immediately deployed, it can almost promote the main storyline.

Returning to the detective session tomorrow.

Special Note:

The novel is just a story, with a certain degree of exaggeration. Please do not substitute this kind of ancient muay thai boxing into reality.

This Ah Na is almost the top batch of unarmed combat in this book.

Good night guys, see you tomorrow.