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

The night gave Dean the best cover.

Like a ghost, he rushed into the wilderness at an extremely fast speed, rushing towards the distant woods.

His stamina is only nine.

With a full burst, it can only last for a few minutes.

One near the woods.

Dean immediately slowed down, adjusted his shortness of breath, and groped into the woods.

At the positions around the fourth squadron, the battle is still going on.

But the sniper hiding in the dark didn't care about the people who broke through from other directions. He didn't know where he was hiding. It seemed that he was only covering the remaining three people who rushed to the fourth squadron.

Dean's heart stilled, his eyes scanned his surroundings.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

A chance for the opponent to shoot and expose!

As for Lawrence and Harry.

Dean can only pray that the lives of the two of them are good enough!

cold rainy night.

The pine forest was dead.

under strong pressure.

Dean's concentration was unprecedentedly concentrated, his ears trembled slightly from time to time, collecting the sound of rain splashing around him, trying to find the sniper's location.

His flesh and bones are constantly being strengthened.

As an incidental.

The perception of his eyes, nose, ears and other aspects also began to gradually exceed that of ordinary people.

Sudden.

Dean paused and looked five meters to his left.

The sound of rain splashing down there is a bit crisp!

Without hesitation, he raised the M1911 in his hand and pulled the trigger.

Almost at the same time.

In the distance, Lawrence and Harry shot!

Hide the underside of the cloth.

The sniper looked stern and took a long breath.

Saw gunfire in the distance.

Twist the gun head very slightly, just about to pull the trigger.

A creepy sense of crisis enveloped his back in an instant.

someone!

He just wanted to turn over to escape.

next moment.

bang bang bang~

Three gun positioning.

There were three muffled sounds.

Dean's heart relaxed, and the opponent hit all three shots!

He immediately emptied the magazine, and while covering the spot, dodged behind a pine tree and reloaded a new magazine.

Huh~

An uncontrollable gasp of pain came from five meters away.

The opponent is not dead.

But the state is not good.

The M1911 used by Dean is equipped with 45 caliber bullets, which are so powerful that even if the opponent wears a bulletproof vest, it will definitely cause bruises or even fractures.

Three shots in a row.

Ordinary people will definitely not be able to bear it!

Dean was in no hurry to go out.

After scanning the surrounding pine trees, he took out a shock bomb from his pocket, removed the ring, counted the time, and smashed it at the distant pine tree branches, and then ran to the other side without looking back.

next moment.

After rebounding, the concussion bomb precisely hit the air above the location where the sound of breathing came from, and exploded.

Strong light and sound waves, like a small bursting sun, wreaked havoc on the periphery of this pine forest.

In piercing tinnitus.

Dean walked up to the motionless man lying on the ground from the other side through scattered pine trees, and stepped on his shoulder.

There was a loud click.

Ah~

Heart-piercing screams came from the mouth of the lying man.

The man's broad shoulders were dented like brittle wood at this moment.

This sniper master is useless.

"Pretend to be unconscious!"

Dean sneered.

He is not a fool.

Shock bombs are different from shock bombs. They can only play a huge role in confined spaces. They can only be used as interference in open spaces, and they have no effect of stunning people at all.

And I don't care if you are unconscious or not, so I amputated your limbs first!

Dean went down on three legs again.

The sniper who pretended to be stunned really fainted this time.

Abolished the opponent's limbs.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the location of the fourth squadron.

There was no movement there.

On the contrary, in the rest of the surrounding areas, the battle became more and more fierce.

Dean is already sure that these bastards are definitely elite mercenaries, otherwise they would not be able to break through under heavy siege!

Reminiscent of the order Meng En received before.

Dean's eyes darkened.

He suspected that the upper echelon who gave the order knew the identities of this group of people, and even knew the reason why they took great risks to attack the secret residence of the Dagger Gang in the suburbs.

That bastard.

They are being used as thugs to kill them!

"Snetter! It must be Senator Snetter's family!" Dean let out a sigh of relief.

And Harry!

Why would he know about the relationship between the Dagger Gang and the Snetter family?

To know for prestige.

Even if this kind of regional prominent family supports some black gloves, it is through indirect manipulation, and they will never expose themselves easily.

Those who can know this are only those forces at the same level.

These are not things that Harry and Harry's cronies can touch, because the levels are too different!

Dean shook his head.

These can only be asked by Harry after the matter is over.

Time is running out now, this sniper must be dealt with.

After briefly cleaning up the traces around him, Dean walked into the depths of the pine forest with the Barrett and the half-dead man on the ground.

He didn't want to get involved in such things when he was still weak.

But this loss, he has to remember!

Want to find out why.

It is necessary to wake up the unconscious sniper.

It's not difficult.

Pain shock coma, which belongs to the human body's stress response, secretes hormones, affects blood pressure and blood sugar, and leads to brain hypoxia and fainting.

This time will not last long.

But Dean didn't have that much time to delay.

After he brought the sniper deep into the pine forest, he took out a morphine injection from his arms and injected it into the man's neck.

After about a minute or so.

The comatose man woke up again.

He seemed to be confused because of lack of oxygen in his brain, and he turned his head and looked around in confusion. It was only when he met Dean's cold eyes that he realized that he wanted to run away. Like a maggot, struggling on the ground.

Dean squatted down, wiped the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and there was a blade added to his fingertips, and then gently scratched his eyelids under the man's horrified gaze.

The blade leaves.

Two pieces of thin skin and flesh slipped gently, revealing half of the man's covered eyeballs, in the dim environment, like a protruding goldfish, very weird.

"This is called Ling Chi. It is to keep the person awake, in front of the other party, one knife, another knife, to dismember him bit by bit, until all the skin is removed, pickled with salt, and after the wound scabs, Do it again, if the technique is good, a complete person can enjoy a breath of life after being hacked into pieces."

Looking at the man in front of him, he said such a horrible thing so casually.

Even though the sniper was a veteran mercenary who had seen many lives and deaths, he still couldn't suppress the panic in his heart at this moment. He wished to die now, and he didn't want to face the pervert in front of him.

"If you don't want to try this ancient skill, then tell me, who are you and why are you attacking the secret base of the Dagger Gang?"

Dean's fingertips rotated and the blade rolled, which brought enormous psychological pressure to the lying sniper.

The sniper bit his lip, trying to close his eyes.

But without the cover of eyelids.

No matter how he turned his eyeballs, he could only watch helplessly as the pervert in front of him brought the terrifying blade close to the bridge of his nose.

Seeing that another piece of his body was going to be broken.

The sniper finally broke the defense: "FK, I say! Take off your demon hand, you are a demon!"

"Wise choice!" Dean retracted the blade.

If you scold, just scold.

He is a kind person, he is about to kill someone, and if he doesn't scold him a few words, it's not justified.

The sniper only wants to die quickly, no longer stubborn:

"We are the homeless mercenary group, originally active in the Middle East.

But a few days ago, someone spent more than 100 million U.S. dollars and hired several small mercenary groups, including our homeless mercenary group. A total of more than 100 people gathered here.

The only purpose of the other party is to let us rush into that damned farm and kill everyone inside! "

"Didn't you investigate this farm?" Dean looked puzzled.

This group of people is well-equipped. If they investigate in advance, a small farm has a high probability of success, and it will not be so embarrassing as it is now, dragged to the siege of the Los Angeles police.

"Investigated!", the sniper vaguely felt that the effect of the medicine was disappearing, and the pain was returning, so he couldn't help but speed up his speech:

"We not only got the staffing inside, but also got the topographic map inside.

It was supposed to be at the beginning.

We want to pretend to be a chemical leak and poison the people inside, but all the living systems inside exist independently, and we have no way to find opportunities at all, so we can only attack by force.

The battle begins.

We just killed the guards.

But the base material under the farm is wrong.

That's military stuff!

The C4 explosive we prepared has no effect at all!

When our people reacted, a large number of gunmen rushed out from the surrounding towns and suppressed my brothers back.

Those bastards didn't leave until the police arrived! "

Dean was numb when he heard this.

It turns out that apart from this Lincoln farm, the surrounding towns are all people arranged by the Dagger Gang, or in other words, the Snetter family.

What secrets are hidden under the farm?

"Besides you, are there any similar people hiding outside the farm for cover?" Dean asked while picking up Barrett.

"There must be, but I am the only one in our regiment. Besides, the last few people have probably been shot dead by your companions."

He stared blankly at the night sky and pine needles above his head, and murmured: "Kill me, I'm going to reunite with my brothers."

What a brotherhood!

Dean sighed in his heart and walked aside.

"You won't kill me?"

The sniper watched as Dean turned and left, the gleam of life reappearing in his eyes.

Can live, who wants to die?

Dean didn't answer. After walking away, he put the Barrett in his hand on the ground, turned around, aimed at the sniper on the ground, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Sniper:? ? ?

next moment.

His consciousness, in the great tearing pain, was completely plunged into darkness.

After several loud bangs.

On the ground, apart from the blood spattered all over the place, there was no sign of the sniper.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm going further away, just because I don't want to splatter blood all over my body."

Dean complained while rubbing his bruised shoulder.

The recoil of this heavy-duty sniper is fierce. Even he, after a few shots in a row, feels like his body is about to fall apart.

Of course, if the gun rack is stuck in place, then shoot.

The excellent muzzle brake and the buffer rubber of the butt can reduce the recoil to a level that ordinary people can bear.

Wipe fingerprints off the body of the gun.

Dean hung Barrett on a pine tree, and after making sure nothing was missing, he took advantage of the darkness and returned to the location of the Fourth Squadron.

He already knew the reason of the matter.

The Dagger Gang has set up an underground base here, and they don't know what they are doing.

And behind this group of cannon fodder mercenaries, there is also a mysterious person hidden.

I just don’t know if this mysterious person is targeting the Dagger Gang or the Snetter family behind the Dagger Gang.

It's none of Dean's business though.

Both of these sides are not something he can afford for the time being.

But this account that surprised me!

Wait for it to become stronger.

Dean will definitely go to Snetter's family to do the math!

The gunshots around him died down.

Those mercenaries are almost dead.

The remaining cars of the Fourth Squadron have turned on the searchlights on the roof.

Meng En and the others, who were in a coma, were arranged in a row quite miserable.

The good news is, no one died.

They were not directly hit by Barrett, and they wore perfect protection and were lying on the ground, so apart from the large and small wounds on their bodies from the impact of car debris, there was no danger of their lives.

The only one seriously injured was Robert.

This Hanhan was the most excited to shoot at that time, and he didn't lie on the ground completely, so he also withstood the most impact of debris.

Phoebe was also unlucky.

There was a small cut on her face.

Even if it recovers later, it may leave ugly scars.

This is undoubtedly a difficult thing for a young lady to accept.

Lawrence was busy bandaging the wounds of everyone temporarily.

Harry followed to help, but he was obviously a little lost, and he almost wrote on his face: I have a secret.

"Harry!" Dean patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry was taken aback at first, and then said pleasantly, "Dean, it's good to see you're fine, Lawrence and I were so worried just now!"

Lawrence also stopped, turned his head in surprise, and said rather subtly: "Dude, you have lived up to our trust in you!"

If it wasn't for helping Robert and others stop the bleeding.

The two of them had long thought of going over to help.

Dean nodded: "I'm afraid this matter is not simple, keep it secret for me, I don't want others to know that I have solved a sniper."

After the two agreed.

Dean hooked his finger at Harry: "Man, we have to talk."