Chapter 142 Upgrade, galloping horses

   Fat women are not shemale.

   But more disgusting.

   In front of her bear, there are scars the size of the heads of two adults, that is to say, in order to hide these two explosive bags, she cut off her own grapefruit.

  This requires long time, continuous planning, and comprehensive registration assistance.

   Considering the ruthless lady Z killed earlier.

  The style of these people is very similar to some extreme terrorist organizations in Dean's previous life, or some organizations that are powerless to resist and can only be extreme.

  Dean suspected that the target of this group of people was not the people on the plane, but New York.

   This is undoubtedly a huge political wealth.

  Hijacking is nothing.

   But if a terrorist attack that will attract global attention is avoided, the meaning is completely different.

The key is.

  He still left four alive!

  The co-pilot in the cockpit, the short young man with his hands crippled, and .

  Dean turned his head suddenly, and looked at the thin girl who was curled up into a ball with a half-smile but looked coldly at his back!

  The girl's vision met Dean's, and her heart almost stopped suddenly!

  She quickly looked away, lowered her head and said tremblingly: "Don't kill me, I didn't see you kill that fat woman, don't kill me to silence you!"

  Don't say it, the acting is quite similar.

  Even the men, women, old and young passengers around with frightened faces and raised their hands couldn't help but look this way, a little bit sad.

  Especially the word “killing the mouth” is too deceptive.

  They all saw Dean's brutal law enforcement.

  The people here in the United States naturally distrust the officials of the Z government.

  Dean has no doubts, as long as he kills this girl again, there may be a 'hero' among this group of people who will rush up and beat him up.

  Unfortunately, a fake is a fake.

  Dean mercilessly kicked the **** the temple, kicking her to death, and then slapped her hands: "Okay, you can turn your head and look this way."

   Wait for everyone to look at this side.

  Dean first showed the scar on the chest of the fat woman's corpse and the two dynamite packs. After scaring everyone's face pale, he lifted the fainted girl up and found a 'button' from the lining of her sleeve.

   In front of everyone.

  Dean spoke to 'Button' and said, "Catherine, let me know, this is a terrorist's walkie-talkie!"

  He said it twice in a row.

   That's right!

   This girl is the person who communicated with the previous co-pilot before he was knocked out!

  Dean deliberately remembered the other party's voice at that time!

   After a few seconds.

   Catherine's familiar voice also came from the radio.

  It was only then that everyone knew that the weak girl in Dean's hand was actually a member of this group of terrorists with guns and explosives.

   Two men and one woman, the three remaining terrorists were professionally tied up, gagged, and hung on the parade frame by Dean.

   These three people are only worth living.

  After doing this.

  Dean called Charles, who was comforting his daughter, to the side.

   For this murderous detective.

  The gratitude in Charles' heart has turned into awe.

  He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket politely and distantly, handed one to Dean, and then thanked: "Inspector Dean, thanks to you this time, otherwise"

  Dean raised his hand and interrupted Charles.

  He was smoking a cigarette, playing with the Lolock 17 in his hand, tilted his head slightly, his face was half hidden in the shadow of the light, and said in a low voice: "Can you tell me, what is your purpose?"

   "What?" Charles' pupils shrank violently, but his face showed doubts: "Inspector Dean, I can't understand what you are saying."

   Pata~

Dean took out the lighter, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and said lightly in the smoke: "As a person who has never felt the love of a father, I don't want your daughter to lose her father. Before, you can give me a satisfactory answer."

   Finished speaking.

  He ignored Charles, took out his mobile phone, saw that there was a signal, and called Anthony.

  Anthony is not slow to answer the phone every time: "Dean, the current noise on your side is a bit heavy, are you inside a huge electronic device?"

   "Yes, Mentor, I'm on the phone with you right now on the plane from Los Angeles to New York, here's the thing"

  Dean briefly told Anthony what happened.

  This matter may involve a terrorist organization, and it is of the extreme kind.

  This credit, if you eat it yourself, you will die.

   Moreover, since this kind of terrorist organization can arrange for the dead to board the plane, it can naturally send his family back to the west, and it is better to leave it to the Federation to have a headache.

  After listening to Dean's words, Anthony was silent for a long time before he said: "I probably know who they are. I suggest you, give all the credit and don't touch this matter."

   "So much trouble?"

   "Yes, have you heard of the holy religion of the kingdom of heaven?"

   "No, but it sounds like some kind of religious belief."

   "Almost." Anthony emphasized his tone:

  "They are a very fanatical nation, and their luck is good. The land under their feet is rich in black gold mines, but unfortunately they are not strong enough, so this has become the source of chaos.

  Some people accepted the arrangement of fate, and finally had freedom and prosperity.

  Some people have become several small countries that resist the American Federation through the unity of religious thought.

   And the holy religion of the kingdom of heaven is their state religion! "

  Black gold?

   Dean was taken aback for a moment before realizing that it meant oil.

understood!

  He understood Anthony in seconds and why he was asked to give away all the credit.

   In front of a nation.

  Personally too weak.

   This matter is more troublesome than he imagined.

   While Dean was meditating.

  Anthony gave a direct suggestion: "Call Amon, he won't let you down!"

   "Okay, Mentor Anthony, I look forward to your return soon."

   Dean hangs up the phone.

  Amon is the leader of the "Department of Homeland Security (DHS that he dealt with Mrs. Haas's retirement apartments last time.

  He is also a former student of Anthony, and he seems to be doing well now.

  The Department of Homeland Security is mainly responsible for the security, emergency response and prevention of terrorist activities on the territory of the Commonwealth of America.

   Count it up.

   This can be regarded as a professional counterpart.

   I just don’t know what benefits Amon will give me.

  Dean suddenly felt his fingertips burning, but the cigarette had burned to the end.

  He threw down the cigarette butt, looked at Charles, who couldn't hold back his expression, and his face was uncertain: "It seems that you don't love your daughter as much as you imagined."

  Dean slowly raised his gun.

  Death threats, all in sight.

  Charles has seen Dean's sharpness in skill and marksmanship with his own eyes, and knows that he is definitely not an opponent.

  He raised his hands: "Okay, I admit defeat, although I don't know how you noticed that something was wrong with me, but as long as you can ensure the safety of my daughter, I will tell everything I know."

   At the moment of his confession.

  A message flashed across Dean's mind: [Simulated Z kill attack case solved, experience value +1200, L13→L14, attribute point +1, skill point +1]

  Simulated Z-killing attack? ? ?

  Dean was very dissatisfied with this experience value. There were hundreds of people in one plane, and he risked his life by killing ten of them and capturing four of them, only to get 1200 experience points.

   But see the word 'simulation'.

  Others are numb.

   Doesn't this mean that if it wasn't for him, these terrorists wouldn't act at all? ? ?

   Good guy.

   There are such outrageous things!

  Dean continued to light a cigarette with some melancholy, squatted down, and sighed, "Let's talk."

  Charles didn't know why he compromised, but Dean had this reaction, but when he thought of the other party's murderous appearance before, his heart skipped a beat.

  This detective, who looked like a dog, couldn't be sighing because he couldn't kill himself, right?

Charles was so frightened that he choked up his saliva, and said in a very fast tone: "I'm actually not a rich man, but a firearms reformer. me."

  Dean nodded: "Continue."

   "I gave in to the threat.

  I helped them make revolvers and explosive packs that are currently difficult for machines to detect, and I was forced to act with them.

  I don't know the specific plan, I only know that their goals are the World Trade Center and the Wu'mao Building. "

  Ahem!

   Dean choked.

  He thought he heard it wrong: "Where?"

  Charles affirmed:

   "The World Trade Center and the Five-Mao Building!

  The reason why I am so clear is that this trip on the plane is to help them test how to maximize the damage caused by civil aviation aircraft to buildings.

  So in fact, there will be nothing today. "

   Speaking of which.

  He didn't know whether he was happy or unhappy.

  I'm happy because this group of people rushed to the street.

  Unhappy because he will face greater trouble.

   Fortunately, my daughter should be safe!

  Dean was numb.

  New York World Trade Center is located at the southwestern tip of Manhattan Island in New York. It is one of the landmarks of New York and gathers a large number of well-known trading companies around the world.

  Once a z-kill impact event occurs.

   tusk~

   It will definitely become an unforgettable terrorist attack all over the world!

  Five'Mao' Building.

   This is even more powerful, it is the headquarters of the United States' highest military command organ - the United States Department of Defense!

   This group of people play so big.

  Amon can eat it?

Dean shook his head, dropped the cigarette butt, stomped on it, stood up and looked at Charles who was waiting for trial, and patted him on the shoulder: "Dude, you have to be glad that this thing hasn't happened yet, and cooperate honestly in the future, maybe it will happen again." can be codified."

  Seeing that Dean didn't intend to do anything.

  Charles breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared to spend more time with his daughter while he still had time. He walked to the aisle, stopped again, and asked curiously, "I have a doubt, why do you doubt me?"

  Dean shrugged: "It's very simple. This kind of plastic revolver looks similar to ordinary firearms, but for the sake of concealment, it is designed to be very uncomfortable. It is impossible for ordinary people to be familiar with it when they first touch it."

  Charles was stunned.

   It turned out to be like this.

  He didn't know.

   This only aroused Dean's suspicion, and the panel was the ultimate reason.

   "Well, I have to admit, Detective Dean, you are the most powerful detective I have ever seen, but you are too big to let me touch the gun."

  Charles chuckled, turned and left, but bumped into the two people who wanted to help others.

  They dodged Charles' astonished gaze with some embarrassment: "Man, I'm sorry, Inspector Dean told us quietly that if you have an abnormal reaction, we will shoot you."

  Catherine also led Charles' daughter, walked over from behind, and winked at him.

   Obviously.

   Dean greeted her too.

  Charles: "."

   Overestimated the lower limit of that little boy!

   Gan!

  After everyone left.

  Dean walked into the toilet of the plane and was about to call Amon when a slender figure walked in, locked the door behind him, and hugged Dean from behind.

  Dean felt the softness behind him, and said helplessly, "Catherine, if it wasn't for the mirror, I would have knocked you down when you approached."

  um~

  Catherine hugged Dean tightly, put her face on his back, and made a cat-like voice: "I can't see you, I feel very insecure."

   Dean still wants to talk.

  A dishonest little hand.

  But he has already caught the cavalry who fought on the battlefield and shed countless blood.

  This is a man's weakness.

  Dean said helplessly: "I really have something to do now, and we will have a good communication after we finish our work."

   "No." Catherine squatted down: "Just do your own thing, I need to release my nervousness now."

  It was only then that Dean remembered that because of the sudden explosion, the trousers that were not suitable for sports had become open X trousers.

broken.

  Lubao.

   No wonder this woman is so greedy.

next moment.

   hiss~

   Dean gasped.

   Riding 'grab' is placed in the hot springs.

  The gun tip is polished again with a flexible rag.

  Which knight refused such considerate service?

  Dean naturally couldn't refuse.

  He leaned weakly against the wall of the plane, found Amon's phone number, and called.

   "Dean?"

   "Well, it's not convenient for you to answer the phone right now, I have something very important to tell you~"

   "Convenience is convenience," Amon said in a strange tone, "But you are panting slightly, are you being hunted down?"

   "It's okay, I'm enjoying a hot spring bath with my good brother now, let's not talk about it, it's like this." Dean briefly explained the current situation.

   Amon wondered why there was a hot spring on the plane.

   But these are small things.

  Hear hijacking, explosives.

  He was already as excited as Dean's good brother: "Thank you, Dean, I am short of great credit now, and I will not treat you badly."

   "I believe in you, but this matter is just the beginning."

  Dean said the plan that Charles said again.

  The other end of the phone stopped abruptly.

   Silence for a while.

  Amon said a little nervously:

   "Dean, you know, the credit is so great that it is like a piece of cake. If one person eats it, it is easy to be overwhelmed, but if a group of people eat it, the people who join will not like the little ants involved.

  If you can bring in the top brass of the LAPD, you're pretty close. "

  He said it euphemistically.

   Dean is naturally not an ant to Amon.

  But if the main body involved is DHS, FBI, and those high-level officials in New York, then any individual is an ant.

   Unless Dean can pull in the upper echelons of Los Angeles.

  Dean thought for a while, and resolutely refused: "I don't want any credit for the obvious, but it belongs to my interests, so I can't lose anything!"

   Hear Dean's reply.

Amon breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, we are in the same camp, Dean, I swear, your harvest will definitely exceed your imagination, and it is enough to let you escape from the ant house of the Los Angeles Police Department. wider world."

"I am looking forward."

  Dean hung up the phone and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what the benefits Amon was talking about.

  But since Anthony recommended that he find Amon.

  That shouldn't disappoint you.

The key is.

  Dean didn't want to get too deep into this.

  If someone from Amon takes over, he can easily downplay his own existence, and at the same time let the holy religion of the kingdom of heaven focus on them instead of himself, the little shrimp.

   So far.

  The whole thing, perfect ending!

  Dean put away his phone and turned the little hot spring over.

  Catherine turned her head, looked at Dean, licked her lips, and said softly, "Mr. Tough Inspector, doesn't your good brother want to take a bath?"

   "He wants to ride a mammoth now!"

  Dean grabbed the mammoth rope, patted the mammoth's back, picked up the long whip and whipped it, causing the little mamma to neigh and run happily.

   This is a good horse.

   Let’s not talk about riding a horse here.

the other side.

  Amon knew that this was an opportunity for him to go to the next level, so he contacted his backer immediately, and at the same time, coordinated among several departments in the shortest time.

  After the discussion, the distribution of credit and the guidance of public opinion.

  The protagonists of each department also rushed to the New York airport at the fastest speed.

  The director of the New York airport cleared a runway after receiving a call.

  At the same time, outside the airport, there are also New York media, large and small, gathering here like sharks smelling blood.

foreseeable.

  A large-scale show that is enough to cause shock is about to start filming.

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  (end of this chapter)