Chapter 110 A wave of fat!

   Catholicism is the largest religion in Los Angeles.

   It has a lot of influence in the surrounding area.

  If there are more naive believers, there will be influence and money.

  So most of the Catholic priests are very rich, although there are ascetic monks, but they do not include Brown Hagen who is the archbishop.

  In addition to some major ceremonies and participating in the baptism of children from rich and noble families.

most of the time.

  Blan Hagen lived in a small manor outside his city.

  This is actually a wonderful scene in many big cities in the United States in recent years.

   Those who have money go out, and those who have no money gather in the city center.

  Apartments became housing for the poor.

  Bieye Manor is the favorite of the rich.

   Powerful people, through these rigid conditions, divide people into different levels.

   But this is just convenient for Dean's actions.

  Blan Hagen, as the archbishop of the Catholic Church in Los Angeles, has a lot of information on the Internet, and even fanatical believers will update his itinerary every day, just like chasing stars.

  If this kind of unlucky guy doesn't die, who will die?

  In fact, if Dean didn't want to keep a low profile.

  It is not difficult to kill such a famous public figure.

  Two in the morning.

  Everything is silent.

  Dean's pickup also arrived near the town where Brown Hagen was located.

  He put on a mask early on, put two Glock 19s in his waist, carried a CZ-805 on his back, and hung various magazines on his legs. He shuttled through the woods and touched the largest manor outside the town.

   According to online information.

  Archbishop Brownhagen lives in poverty, living in a manor built with the help of "believers", growing vegetables by himself, and only two old friends who have been with him for many years.

   But Dean knew it was bullshit.

  Blan Hagen can extract at least 20 million U.S. dollars from the bone marrow of those lonely and widowed old people every year.

  This kind of person doesn't enjoy enjoyment, and he can't live up to his animal heart.

   Walked in the dark for about ten minutes.

  The outline of a manor shrouded in the night appeared in front of Dean.

  Here we actually mean a manor, which is more like a small farm.

  The perimeter is blocked by a fence.

  There are fruits and vegetables planted inside.

   But not many people know about the situation inside.

  By moonlight.

  Dean noticed that red and green lights flashed from time to time in the fenced plants outside the manor.

  This is a laser sensor light, not a clever thing.

   It can only serve as an early warning.

   But this also shows that the manor is not as simple as it says on the Internet.

  Dean sprinkled some irritating powder on his body first, avoided those laser sensor lights, climbed over into the farm, and followed the paths on both sides of the world to feel inside.

   There was a slight snoring sound coming from the dark field.

   These should be some sleeping dogs.

   Go through the second line of defense.

  Dean walked cautiously for more than 500 meters, and finally saw the real manor in front of him.

   It was a two-storey loft with a very large area.

   It looks a little old.

  Under the moonlight, the attic is a bit lonely and empty, much like a classic haunted house in the wilderness in horror movies.

  Dean walked around the attic first, and finally confirmed Brown Hagen's room through the opening and closing of the doors and windows. He grabbed the protrusion outside the attic with his bare hands, and lifted himself up.

   Come to the window of the master bedroom on the second floor.

  Through the window, Dean could only see a person lying inside, but he couldn't tell whether the other person was Brown Hagen himself.

   But it doesn't hurt.

   After killing, you will know whether the opponent is Brown Hagen by seeing whether the experience value is given or not.

  Dean reached out his hand from his pocket, took out a thin thread, stuffed it in along the window gap, hooked it a few times, and opened a small gap in the locked window.

  After that, he took out a thin tube about half a meter long from behind, dipped some metal powder in a plastic box, pointed at the figure on the bed, and pulled the mechanism.

   There was a flash of coldness.

  The person on the bed seemed to be bitten by a mosquito, subconsciously touched the part where the needle was hit, and continued to sleep soundly.

   Make sure the opponent has hit the needle.

   Dean waited patiently.

  This is actually a blow needle.

  In the past, most of the mouth was blown against the thin tube.

   But when the DNA was detected, the original mouth-blowing method was retired on the spot.

  The blowing needle has also changed with the times, and it has been replaced with a simple mechanism, which can produce a good penetration effect within a distance of ten meters.

  Contaminated powder is mineral toxin.

  Mineral toxins have the advantages of simple preservation, quick effect, easy extraction, stable properties, and high cost performance. They are the first choice for assassination.

   Waited for about a minute or so.

  The person who was sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly struggled up, as if his whole body was convulsed, and seemed to be having an epileptic seizure. After a few convulsions, he slammed heavily on the bed.

died!

  Dean's face sank under the mask.

  Panel has no hints!

   This is not Brown Hagen.

   Just as he was about to enter the house to search and empty the place.

  The heart of the person who accompanied the bed stopped.

   woo woo woo~

  Sharp sirens sounded from all over the manor.

   "Fuck!"

   "This person is also part of the manor's vigilance!"

Hearing the harsh sirens and the still manor, Dean's eyes flashed fiercely, he kicked open the window from the other side, took down the CZ-805 with a full 100 bullets on its back, and started searching for Brownhagen's house. Location.

   Thieves don't leave empty space!

   Killing all the beasts here is also a perfect sneak!

   Anyway, in Dean's eyes.

  Blan Hagen and the dog legs beside him are not considered human beings.

  Of course, once it exceeds twenty minutes, there is no harvest yet.

  Dean will leave without hesitation.

  This place is remote, except for a few small characters in the town not far away, and the nearest police station is half an hour's drive away.

   Twenty minutes is the warning line in Dean's heart.

  In the attic, the alarm is loud.

  Although it was very unlikely that it could spread to the town, Dean, who was furious, blew up these alarm devices one by one.

   As a crappy killer.

  He simply turned on the light in the room without doing anything else, and quickly searched for it.

  The attic has two floors.

   A few minutes.

  Dean roughly checked all the rooms.

   No one at all.

besides.

  Dean found traces of human life in the utility room on the first floor.

  Look at the clothes and decorations.

   Similar to the pajamas of the guy who died on the second floor.

  But the beds in the utility room are surprisingly luxurious and out of tune with the surrounding environment.

  Dean guessed that Brown Hagen usually lived in the master bedroom on the second floor, but when he was sleeping, he changed beds with the servants like a dog.

  What about others?

   If you don't sleep at night, where will you die?

   "Brownhagen's whereabouts outside have never been hidden from the believers in the town. Every day, someone posts the things he cultivated by himself on the Internet, which means that he really lives here."

  Since it is not in the attic on the bright side.

   That means there is a dark room under the attic!

  Dean thought of so many monitoring lines that needed to be laid out, rushed out of the house, scanned the exposed lines outside, his eyes lit up, and rushed towards the kitchen behind the attic.

   At the moment.

  In the basement, an old man in his fifties frowned at the masked man rushing towards the entrance of the basement.

He sighed, took off a set of shabby priest's robes from the bed, put them on, stood in front of the cold guns hanging on the wall, and prayed devoutly: "Great Lord, believer Amodoka will offer you a Lost lamb, may your great Holy Spirit protect me"

   Beyond a wall.

   Fierce gunfire has already sounded.

  The opponent has discovered the entrance and is destroying the mechanism!

The old man was unmoved, and after praying piously, he grabbed the large rotating nozzle in front of him, which was as thick as an adult's arm, and casually hung the string of large bullets on the wall like a bunch of garlic around his neck, and walked calmly to the tunnel Entrance.

  He has killed countless times in his life, and his hands are bloody.

   Merely an intruder.

   Killing is like slaughtering a dog.

   This is also the main reason why Archbishop Brown Hagen dared to take two old servants and live in the manor after doing all the wrong things!

   Gou's ineffective warning method is one aspect.

   A down-and-out 'Retribution Knight' guard is also a very important aspect!

bump!

   A muffled sound!

  The connection is violently destroyed.

  The camouflaged iron gate smashed heavily into the underground passage.

  Dean didn't even look at it, he put his gun into the tunnel, pulled the trigger and swept around, trying to cover all the areas at the end of the passage.

  Dangdangdang~

  The crisp sound of bullet casings falling to the ground continued.

   Until the magazine is emptied.

  Dean just put on a new drum magazine and jumped into the tunnel.

  I saw the end of the tunnel with bright lights.

  An old man with a thick skeleton, supported by an exaggerated spray gun, covered in bullet holes and bloodstains, staring wide-eyed, staring at Dean who jumped into the passage, with a look of dead eyes.

  Dean: "... really hit the unlucky guy."

  With a cautious attitude, he didn't care whether there were fish or not, and he wanted to fry it first, but he didn't expect that some fish would take the bait automatically, so he waited for him at the side of the passage.

  Don't say it.

  The old man looks mighty in appearance, and the troll is probably quite powerful.

   Once let the opponent shoot.

  In the narrow tunnel, people will become a sieve when they enter.

  Dean touched the authentic soil, affirmed his thoughts, and he was relieved in his originally nervous heart.

  There should be no other exit passages in this place, and the possibility of hiding self-destruct explosives is not high.

  This is his experience.

  A place like a tunnel is either used to escape or to hide a private place, which requires strong privacy.

  In ancient times, nobles and rich people could kill construction workers.

  Modern times are much more troublesome.

  The key is Brown Hagen's identity, and he can't do this.

  Although he is the head of Catholicism in Los Angeles, he is more like a courtesan, with great influence and connections, but he no longer has the status he had hundreds of years ago.

   Otherwise, you won't take the high risk of ruining your reputation.

   Go eat the bone marrow of those old people.

  He needs money to maintain his communication and status!

  So this underground secret room should be more used to hide secrets.

  Reality is not a movie.

   Not every underground passage is full of organs.

   It is not that simple to make this thing, and it is easy to accidentally injure your own people due to disrepair.

  Since someone is guarding the passage.

   It means that the possibility of the channel having a mechanism is not high.

  Dean walked forward against the wall, walked quickly to the old man who was dying, looked him in the eyes, and then turned his attention to the front.

  The passage he passed by was more like an entry corridor.

   Inside, there is a small cubicle of about five square meters.

  A bed, half of the wall monitoring, almost occupying all the space.

   Outside the compartment, there is another switch door.

  There was a lot of movement outside.

  Inside the compartment, but there is no response.

   I don’t know if the people inside were terrified, or the sound insulation here is so good that the people inside don’t know what’s going on outside.

   Simple search.

  Dean didn't find the key.

   This thing should be open at ordinary times. Only when someone enters, can this heavy-looking door be closed from the inside.

   This made Dean more interested in what was inside.

  He carefully observed the construction of the lower compartment door.

   After all, he is a man with the L1 skill of stealing. Although he is not proficient, he also has a certain understanding of the structure of door locks.

  This door can be broken!

  Dean raised his foot, just about to kick towards the door connection, but then seemed to think of something, grabbed the dead body that was leaning against the wall, dragged it close to the door of the compartment, and then kicked down hard.

  touch~

  The sound of violent impact echoed in the narrow underground space.

  The dust was scattered.

   There are obvious cracks in the area where the door and the wall connect.

   There is drama!

  Dean got excited, and with the help of ancient Muay Thai boxing, he concentrated his strength on the connection position with one kick, and when he came down with more than a dozen feet, there was a muffled click.

  The thick compartment door was tilted crookedly inside.

  Without hesitation, Dean grabbed the corpse on the side and used it as a shield, pulled the trigger in his hand ahead of time, and rushed in.

next moment.

   bang bang bang~

   Bullets collide.

  The violent gunshots echoed endlessly.

  The large corpse in front of Dean was trembling from the beating, and a woman's screams followed in the compartment.

   Someone got shot!

  Dean didn't care about this, dragged the corpse, and retreated to the compartment. At the same time, the gun muzzle fell in the direction of the screams, like raindrops.

   Compared with pistols, rifles are more important to be fast than accurate.

   Accompanied by precision strikes.

   The screams lasted less than two seconds before stopping abruptly.

  The counterattack inside was also silent.

  Dean listened to the strong smell of gunpowder for a while, thought for a while, picked up the huge spray nozzle hanging on the corpse, dragged the corpse with his left hand, held the spray nozzle with his right hand, and walked in again.

  In such a small space, in front of the trolls, they are equal for life, even if the other party wears a bulletproof vest!

  When he was undoubtedly a little too cautious.

   I saw it in a small room.

  A terrified old man was curled up under a strangely shaped operating table, holding a pistol that was out of bullets, desperately pulling the trigger at Dean

  On the operating table.

   A naked, half-dissected corpse, which has been beaten to pieces.

  Under the stage, there was also a female corpse lying in a corner, lifeless.

  Seeing that the other party was no longer a threat, Dean glanced around and habitually determined the environment, but saw red lights flashing on the four corners, clearly four high-definition, uncensored cameras covering the entire room.

   Fuck!

  Dean felt bad, threw away the corpse in front of him, raised his gun and shot four times, blowing up four cameras, then rushed to the old man angrily, and slammed him on the corpse on the operating table.

   "Say, what were you doing just now!!"

   "It's over, it's over!", the old man smiled miserably, reversed his panicked posture before, and grabbed the gun in his hand without fear of death.

  Dean subconsciously pulled the trigger.

  Tat-tat-tat~

   Blood splashed everywhere.

next moment.

  A piece of information appeared in Dean's mind.

  【Solve the elder slaughterhouse case, experience value +5000, L9→L12, attribute point +3, skill point +3】

  The experience gained this time did not disappoint Dean.

  Plus the previous experience points near the upgrade.

   This time, he was promoted to three levels in a row.

   It can be called a wave of fat!

   Harvest belongs to harvest.

  But when he saw the cameras in the corner blown up by him, Dean felt a little uneasy.

  I seem to have heard of this scene somewhere.

   "It doesn't matter, do whatever you like, I'm wearing a mask anyway!"

  Dean suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, looked at the breathless Brown Hagen with some regret, and turned to leave.

  At first, he was still thinking that Brownhagen had made so much black-hearted money, see if he could borrow some and spend it for him, which could be regarded as helping him to accumulate virtue with God.

   As a result, the old man deliberately courted death, and his instinct was too fast.

   Simply cleaned up the traces and destroyed the monitoring equipment.

  Dean drove back to the city.

at the same time.

  On an encrypted live broadcast network platform that is currently extremely rare, with the black screen of the live broadcast, the blood red barrage jumps rapidly.

   It's a bit late to come back.

   Today, the three chapters, 13,000, have been updated (with Mrs. Haas's character notes, it is actually an update of 15,000.).

   Before twelve o'clock.

   There is one more chapter to add.

   Gagen, brothers can watch it tomorrow.

   The dog thief went to eat first.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)