Chapter 114 Death Highway, Skinning Brothers

   On the way to training camp.

   Dean looked at the scenery outside the window, feeling a little bored.

  The driver was a bald black man with a blank face and fierce facial features. He belonged to the kind who can directly mix into Somali pirates by resisting an AK47.

  The two of them have spent more than an hour together since they got in the car, but they only spoke a few words.

   One sentence is to check the identity.

   One sentence is Dean asking several times how long it takes to get to training camp.

  The other party's answer is always: Immediately!

   "Dude, do you mind if I smoke in the car?"

  The black man didn't look back.

   beep~

  The windows open automatically.

   Well, that means yes.

   This hairy guy won't even look at him, nod!

  Dean leaned against the car window depressedly, took out a cigarette and lit it, looked at the scenery outside, and took a deep breath.

  He found that his second-level mind-reading skills were useless in front of the person in front of him.

  Because you can't face a sculpture and analyze something useful.

   This guy is professional.

at this time.

   Outside the driveway, an inconspicuous small tree quickly passed by Dean's eyes.

   Dean's pupils shrunk.

  He exhaled a puff of smoke and pretended to be casual: "Dude, are you sure we are going to the base? How do I feel that we have already driven almost two hundred kilometers?"

   Half an hour ago.

   They've been here!

"Found?"

The bald black man with a blank face, Sima's face collapsed, and he glanced at the time next to him: "Your observation skills are very good, open the partition above your head, there is a drawing board on it, if you can draw our road map, Then your camp permit will be approved."

   "Is this thing going to be assessed for entry into the camp?" Dean took down a small white drawing board with a grid like a child's from the top of his head with a face full of displeasure.

"Haha.", the black man laughed, heard the car on the side of the road, and said in a kind tone: "I don't need it, but who told you that you are Anthony's student? By the way, Dean, that is the drawing board I bought for my daughter. Be gentle with it."

   Hear what black people say.

  Dean was writing and drawing on the drawing board, and asked curiously: "Is Anthony famous in your group?"

   "Of course!", the bald black man nodded of course:

   "Honor Anthony is a special employee of the FBI.

  He has taught many excellent students.

  As for those people, many of them have withdrawn from the front line and become new trainers.

like me.

   Formal introduction, my name is Massa, the trace tracking expert of the training camp, and also your senior. "

  Dean shrugged: "Well, I met a guy from the Security Bureau before and recognized me. Now it seems that Mentor Anthony sent my information to you."

   "Yes, we have an internal security group to help each other. This is also a means of self-protection."

   Massa sighed: "Many times, for some purposes, our lives are worthless, so we have to learn to unite so that we can have more choices when we are threatened."

   "But you didn't open the back door for me, buddy, I doubt your words." Dean smiled and handed over the drawn map.

   It is his instinct to memorize the terrain route.

  Life in the sewers in his previous life taught him a lot.

  Of course, it was difficult for Dean to do it so easily in the past. At most, he could only remember some obvious terrain features.

  Now he clearly knows how many turns Massa took, how long each section of the road took, how many roads were changed, and other details.

   This is the benefit of raising one level of mental power.

  Masa took the drawing board, looked at it, and replied: "I'm sorry, I also want to take care of you, but Lord Anthony refuses to let you, you will understand later, this"

Sudden.

  His voice paused, and he uttered a dirty word: "FK, do you have GPS installed?"

  Masa took out a map around Los Angeles with some disbelief, compared the routes, and was shocked to find that the driving route drawn by Dean was not only basically the same as the map, but also about the same length.

  Dean let out a puff of smoke leisurely: "If you cover my eyes, maybe I can draw more accurately."

   "Well, those who can be accepted as formal apprentices by Your Excellency Anthony are indeed perverts. It is a waste of talent for you to stay in the police station."

  Masa muttered a few words, and handed a box to Dean: "The people before have already started the second phase of actual combat training. Here are the materials."

   "What is Phase 1 Training?"

   "Some basic things, such as criminal psychology, informatics, trace science, etc., of course, can't teach too much, just let them have an impression, so that they will know how to learn by themselves after they leave."

  Short-term training, the main training is the vision and thinking of solving crimes.

   Dean is a bit pity.

  He is learning things very quickly now. If he can learn again, it is probably easy to add a few more skills to the panel, so that he can improve later when needed.

   But the dragon-slaying knife is in hand.

   There is no rush.

   Open the box.

   Inside is a stack of photos and materials.

  The photos include men and women, old and young.

   There are three or five together.

   There are also more than a dozen people who are similar to family photos.

  Each photo has a number, and those files are the detailed information corresponding to these photo numbers.

  Inside the box, there are a total of 13 photos, with a total of 73 people.

  Dean quickly flipped through the information, and quickly discovered the commonality in it:

  First, these people all disappeared while traveling on Route 66 in the United States.

  Second, these people, no matter how many people are together, there must be one person among them, or a police officer for many years, or a soldier who has recently retired, or even a retired member of the Navy SEALs.

  Third, these people, the area where they lost contact last, are all located in the range of the ‘Taria Mountains’.

  The data also specifically marked the information of the 'Taria Mountains'.

  It used to be a holy place for gold diggers. Many people panned for gold sand in the rivers there during the Western Development. Now there are some tourists who like to try their luck.

   As for American Route 66, Dean knows it himself.

  American Route 66 is the mother road of the United States. It has witnessed the prosperity and prosperity of the western United States. It symbolizes dreams and realizes the American Dream.

   This road, which was removed from the American highway map fifteen years ago, is in ruins.

   But a unique historical position.

   It has become a check-in point for many car travel enthusiasts.

  There are too many elements here.

   A few words immediately popped up in Dean's mind: hunting game, hunting in no man's land, fatal bend.

  These are all famous road homicides that occurred in the early years.

   Abundant material, empty spirit.

  Many young men and women in the United States will be impulsive one day, and come to a trip where they say they can leave and die.

  Because they forgot that no man's land is dangerous and disorderly.

   Some perverts took the opportunity and joined the feast.

  They are either for money, or they are tired of hunting wild beasts, and they regard the same kind as prey, or they have taken a fancy to those youthful, silly, white and sweet girls, and they are going to take them back to the wooden house in the wilderness to be imprisoned and play

   In short.

   Until now.

  Those wilderness roads in no-man's land, crimes that no one knows are happening all the time.

   And those victims will be added to the list of missing persons counted every year after a few years, becoming a series of cold data.

   Inside the police station.

  These travel roads are generally called death roads.

  There are too many dead souls on the road.

  So...the FBI listed a road disappearance case as a practical teaching for trainees?

   Reminiscent of the practical courses Anthony taught himself before.

   Dean couldn't help but wonder.

   Did Anthony lead these FBI instructors down, or these training bases led Anthony down.

   "Have you finished reading it?"

  Masa took out a bottle of cold beer from the small refrigerator under the seat, bit off the cork, and drank happily.

  For pretending.

   Along the way.

  He was overwhelmed.

  Dean throws the box aside:

   "After reading it, this should be a hunting game.

  The murderer should be a group of people!

  They go through some channel, pick their prey, and then commit the crime.

  Given the random nature of these missing persons tours.

  I suggest focusing on motels and hotels in small towns near the ‘Thalia Mountains’.

  They should have set up outposts in these places and selected prey, and there must be official personnel involved. "

   "Cough cough cough ~", Massa was choked.

  He coughed up tears, and it took him a long time to recover, and looked at Dean with God-like eyes: "Dude, are you really only 22 years old?"

   It took them almost half a month to figure out this information, and then they fished out the perverted gang.

  The result was in Dean's mouth, but it seemed as if he participated in it himself.

   "Actually, I still have about ten days before I officially turn 22."

   Dean shrugged:

   "There is too much information to refer to in this kind of continuous case. If you look at the problem through the essence, you will find the criminal characteristics of the murderer.

   No challenge!

   And it will take too much time to go back and forth, it's not interesting at all.

  Is there any case that is more interesting but doesn't take too much time? "

"Why?"

   "Because my dear mother hopes that I can eat the cake she baked by herself on Christmas Day. I swore that even if it rains with knives, I will go back on time."

  Masa rolled his eyes and gave Dean a thumbs up: "Well, your excellence has conquered me, and I admit that you are qualified to choose cases."

   Finished speaking.

  He took out a black satellite phone and dialed it.

   A moment.

  Masa put the phone away, and said in a relaxed tone: "There is a case that matches your statement, but it may be dangerous. Are you sure you want to change it?"

   "Tell me."

   "There is a pair of crazy skinning brothers who are currently wanted by us.

  They like to use a chainsaw to saw people into pieces, then cut off the faces of those people, dry them and sew them into clothes, and wear them on themselves.

  The police have been chasing them, but there are too many no man's lands in America.

  Finally, they were fleeing, and after killing a family of six, they took the owner's guns and hid in the Hagar Mountains.

  It was a hunting ground. Earlier, it was the stronghold of some bandits, and the terrain was very complicated.

  Originally, if this kind of person does not run out again, we generally seldom continue to chase them down.

   But they didn't know what to do. On the way to escape, they tortured and killed the young son of a rich man who ran away from home. "

  Masa smiled:

   "The rich man offered a reward of five million dollars, hoping that on 12/21, when his son was buried, the heads of the two brothers would be placed in front of the tombstone to repent.

  My friend originally wanted to invite me to handle this case alone.

  Because I'm an expert in trail tracking.

  Dean, if you are interested, I can take you along and teach you trace tracking by the way. "

  Dean became interested: "How will the money be divided then?"

   "Distributed according to credit." Massa said indifferently: "Anyway, the tracking depends on me. I will take two million dollars alone, and you two will discuss the rest yourself!"

   "You're so sure you can find those two brothers!"

   "As long as they are in the mountain area, even if they hide in the mud, don't try to escape my eyes!", Massa is extremely confident!

   "It's a deal!"

  Dean is preparing for a luxury trip with his family after Christmas, just to replenish his wallet that is about to dry up!

   "Then let's pick up my friend first!" Massa uttered a strange cry, slammed on the accelerator, turned 180 degrees, and led Dean to drag the car and disappeared on this deserted road.

   I'm not sure if I can come out to make changes before twelve o'clock.

   Everyone can watch it tomorrow.

   Brothers, good night.

   Thank you for tipping:

   Thanks for the reward of 6,666 book coins from the "Brilliant Night" book friends, thank you boss! Congratulations on being promoted to League 2!

   Thanks to the two book friends of "Good Night Dream" and "Health and Happiness 2022" for their rewards, and thanks to the two bosses!

   Dean: "Thank you '20181220175734599' book friend for your reward, thank you boss!"

  

  

  (end of this chapter)