Chapter 159 Mike Smith's backhand! (Big change)

   "I think you should lie in the ward now and take a good rest." Harry looked at the injured Dean with some concern, trying to persuade him not to work so hard!

   A salary of several thousand yuan a month.

  What kind of fate are you playing!

  Harry was afraid of death, and he didn't want Dean who was almost killed by the bombing, so he continued to take risks to investigate this case.

   "You bet that group of lunatics won't continue to attack us and our family?"

  Dean raised his head, smiled coldly, and clenched his fists: "Harry, remember, life must be in your own hands, and people must rely on themselves!"

  What **** FBI!

  Dean can guarantee that as long as those high-IQ perverts show their value, then the FBI will choose to recruit them without hesitation and use them for their own use!

  He absolutely does not allow such a thing to happen!

  Harry looked at the murderous Dean, licked his lips, and said hesitantly, "But we don't even know how many of them there are or where they are hiding."

   "Someone knows!"

   After speaking, Dean put away the gun, closed his eyes, and took the time to rest.

  Mike Smith's villa estate.

   After a few days.

   Dean and the two met the strong nanny Ona again.

  Just a few days.

  She looks a lot older, and she is a little sluggish. It seems that she has been greatly stimulated. It is completely two extremes from the cheerfulness when they first met.

   Dean noticed.

  Aona showed obvious resistance to the arrival of the two of them this time: "Last time I told you everything I knew, what else do you need?"

   "I'm going into Mike Smith's room!", Dean cut to the chase.

   "No way!" Ona refused without even thinking about it!

  Dean nodded: "Then I will have a chat with Little Mike alone."

"No"

  Ona just opened her mouth, the black, straight and hard gun barrel filled her mouth, blocking back the words she wanted to refuse.

  Dean looked at the strong woman coldly: "The source of pain organization created by Mike Smith has caused the direct or indirect deaths of more than a hundred people.

   That group of perverts found many underage children to brainwash and train them into tools with no bottom line.

  We must find them as soon as possible, no time to ink with you.

Understand? "

  Ona licked the cold barrel in her mouth, took a step back, and spat out the barrel.

  There was no fear on her face, and her tone was still decisive: "No, unless you can get the prosecutor or the judge to issue documents, otherwise I have the right to refuse your request!"

   Who are you scaring!

  She didn't believe that Dean dared to shoot!

next moment!

   bang bang bang~

  Seven bullets poured out, knocking Aona's huge body back again and again, shaking non-stop.

  She looked blankly at Dean and the pistol that was still steaming in his hand, and without saying a word, she slammed it heavily on the floor, shaking the entire hall slightly.

  Looking at her dead body.

  Dean put on a new magazine with a deadpan face.

   Give you face!

that power?

  You have the right to refuse!

  I also have the power to kill you!

   In front of Lao Tzu's pistol, all beings are equal!

   "Harry, you stay outside!"

  Dean finished his simple instructions and walked towards the stairs.

"no problem!"

  Harry gave the **** to Ona's corpse.

   This woman actually discriminated against him last time. If she didn't think she couldn't win, he would have made Aona look good last time!

  Dean is helping him vent his anger now.

  Harry hummed a rap and walked towards the gate of the villa.

  He's used to Dean's wild style.

  Give it a chance and don't.

   Open next time.

  Dean shot directly!

   Not sloppy at all, waste of time.

   Mike Smith's villa has four floors.

  The third floor is Mike Smith's residence, and the fourth floor is the library. Mike Smith's son with 'autism' often stays there.

   thought about it.

  Dean walked to the third floor first.

  The door on the third floor is locked.

   But this thing can only guard against gentlemen, but not Dean's big feet of size 43!

   There was a loud bang.

  The door pops open!

  Dean patted his trouser legs and walked in.

  Different from expected.

  Mike Smith's residence has no furniture, no books, and nothing that Dean guessed. It is empty, except for a very conspicuous wooden table in the middle of the corridor.

  Dean walked to the table and found that it was actually a map of Los Angeles. Next to the map, there was a stack of letter paper full of scribbled characters.

   "Hey, Mike Smith, did he predict his own death before?"

  Dean licked his dehydrated lips, picked up the stack of letter paper:

   Stranger, hello!

  I'm Mike Smith.

  When you read this letter, I should be dead!

  I've done a lot of wrong things.

   But these crimes should not be left to my son, so I told Ona to contact the police immediately after I disappeared.

  Of course, I didn’t believe her, so I just lied to her: I planted a lot of trap bombs on the third floor, and if those crazy people show up, I will threaten them with this and call the police.

  If this causes trouble to you.

I'm very sorry.

"Um?"

  Seeing this, Dean frowned.

   That Ona, who was beaten to pieces by herself, obviously didn't listen to Mike Smith's words, but after Mike Smith disappeared, she stopped herself who took the initiative to look for us to go in and check!

  This woman has a problem!

  Dean guessed that Ona might also be a member of the source of pain, but because the energy of that group of people was attracted by him and Harry, they didn't deal with the villa.

   Also because of Mike Smith's deception.

  Aona did not dare to enter the third floor, so that the things left by Mike Smith remained intact.

  But there is one thing that cannot be justified.

  Because Mike Smith’s son, Mike Jr., is a sick man who can’t even take care of himself. Why do those lunatics keep him?

   With doubts.

  Dean turned the page and continued to read:

  My childhood misfortune caused my distorted desires.

   Loved one dies.

  Little Mike suffers from Congenital Affective Deficiency Disorder.

  I lost my emotional support.

  So I couldn't help but do some wrong things to release the distortion and tyranny that I had no place to put, and let myself become the superior master of a group of innocent children.

   I enjoyed the freakish joy of being in control of the bodies and minds of those kids.

   But something unfortunate happened.

  My son Mike has talents I have never seen before: absolute calmness, photographic memory, super fast learning and comprehension ability!

   Can you imagine a child who is only six years old and has easily completed the basic subject education of "from enlightenment to university"?

  If these talents appear in a normal child, they must be a gift from God!

   But for a child with a lack of emotion and an underdeveloped brain, it is equivalent to letting a pony be a locomotive, which is tantamount to suicide!

  I tried my best, but I could only maintain the basic survival of Little Mike.

  He has needles inserted all over his body to maintain the consumption of his brain.

   I am in pain!

  This situation was not relieved until I taught Little Mike to build his own memory palace to reduce the pressure on the brain.

   But with age.

  He is like a robot. Apart from being interested in knowledge, he has less and less communication with me. In the end, we couldn't speak a word for a few days.

  I knew that he wanted to regain his missing emotional perception ability, so I started to help him more, collected all kinds of knowledge, helped him build a laboratory, and even took him to conduct some basic biological experiments.

   I can see it.

  My precious son, just lacks emotional perception, not a real machine, he also has his own desires and cravings.

   Like a blind man.

  He cannot see the colorfulness of the world, but by groping, he can also know the general shape of the object, but he has no concept in his mind about the scenery described by others.

   This comforts me.

  Because through my careful teaching, Little Mike can already pretend to be a normal person if he wants to live, but he thinks communicating with people with low IQ is a waste of time.

  So many times, he is like an autistic child, only living in his own world

  The content of the second page of the letter paper ends here.

   Dean stroked his chin.

   It seems that Mike Smith likes this son very much.

  And is there really such a monstrous child in the world?

  Dean, whose spiritual attribute is as high as 13 points, is very smart, and expressed some disbelief.

  With a sense of anticipation, he turned to the next page of letter paper:

   It's all good.

   When Little Mike was eight years old, it was over!

  I found a very fatal thing.

   Out of control!

   Those children who were domesticated by me grew out of control!

   They have a mind of their own!

**** it!

   Those who play with people's hearts will be eaten back by people's hearts!

  I just wanted to satisfy my distorted and ugly desires by reviving the slogan of 'The Source of Pain', but those **** took it seriously!

  They began to secretly bring some black street children back to the base to be trained, brainwashed, trained, and even talked about forming a school boss in the future, allowing these children to join the army when they grow up.

   Up to ten years.

  The Source of Pain organization will rise again, and put on its outer skin, becoming a legal evil organization!

  I am scared, but also looking forward to it.

at that moment.

   I would have had a chance to end the nightmare that followed.

   But greed made me completely lose the opportunity.

  My fate was already doomed on that day four years ago.

  On January 1, 2001, I received their "notice": My son Mike, who is twelve years old, can accept the baptism of the organization!

   These lunatics actually want Little Mike to follow the same path as me!

  I will never allow this to happen!

certainly.

  I dare not not go.

   To win their trust.

  I took Little Mike and Baga to the secret base.

  Baga is a Japanese Akita dog, which I originally used to amuse Little Mike, but he is obviously not interested in creatures with low IQ.

  This dog has become Ona's little pet to relieve boredom.

  In order to protect Little Mike.

  I asked him to join me, did a scene, and then did some cruel things to Baga, leaving those **** instruments of torture.

Everything is going smooth.

  I buried Baga under a big tree.

   After going back.

  Ona was also sad for Baga's 'disappearance' for a few days.

until today

  On January 16th, I received their invitation.

   They found out about my trick.

  I know, I'm probably dead.

   So I left these things.

   If I don't come back.

   Please be sure to remove the source of pain and protect my son Little Mike!

  He is really smart and simple-minded, as long as you promise to help him regain his lost emotional perception ability for guidance, then he will help you do things.

  If you are a member of Pain.

  Then it is probably something wrong with Ona.

promise me.

   Don't hurt that kid.

  He won't mind if you kill my father.

   To facilitate guidance.

  Little Mike is your best helper!

   Make sure not to hurt him! !

   At this point, the third letter paper has also come to an end.

   I can see it.

   When Mike Smith wrote these contents, his emotions were in an unstable state, so that the three letter papers were tattered, and there were often scratches.

   But the content still has a beginning and an end.

  To sum up, there are two points.

  First: The source of pain is a toy made by Mike Smith because of some deformed desires, and it was finally eaten back.

   This is similar to what the female member who was burned to death by Dean said before.

  Second: Little Mike is a genius with an emotional deficit.

  Dean twisted his stiff neck.

  He became interested in Little Mike.

   But the most urgent task is to destroy them directly without giving the person who is the source of pain time to react!

  Dean put the letter in his arms and looked at the map beside him.

   This is a map of townships on the outskirts of Los Angeles.

  On the map, the township church was circled with a red pen, and a picture of a 'figure with thorns on a cross' that Dean was familiar with was drawn.

   Obviously, this place is the secret base of Mike Smith and others.

  Beside the map, there is also a photo album.

  Dean picked up the photo album, opened it, and found that in addition to the photo of the church, there was also a topographic map of the interior, including the outer room, the underground secret room unknown to outsiders, and the prison.

Besides.

  The rest are pictures of men and women.

   On the back of the photo, someone wrote down the detailed information of the corresponding person and the time when the 'source of pain' was added.

   There are a total of 37 people, including the man who detonated the explosives, the woman who pretended to be the FBI, and the woman who was burned to death in the hospital.

   That is to say.

  The remaining members of the 'Source of Pain', there are still thirty-four people!

very good!

   Maps and objectives are available!

  Dean put away these things, looked up at the ceiling, turned and left.

   For Little Mike.

  He has some interest.

   But the destruction of the 'Source of Pain' organization is given top priority!

  Outside the house.

  Harry and a group of community security guards are confronting each other with guns drawn.

  Four unfamiliar patrolmen stood between them, trying to appease them, but the effect was not very great.

  As soon as Dean came out, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

  Harry breathed a sigh of relief, ran to Dean, and muttered, "Dude, these security guards don't care that I'm a police detective at all. If the brothers from the branch didn't come here, I'm probably taken down."

   Dean nodded.

   It's not Harry's fault, it's the security guards in many high-end communities, and they really don't care much about the police in many cases.

He slapped his hands: "I'm Inspector Dean of the Police Detective Bureau. The nanny of this house was suspected of killing the owner. During the interrogation, he tried to attack the police and was shot dead by me on the spot. Guys, keep this place under surveillance and come to the forensic department." Before, don't let people go in!"

  Several sub-bureau patrols obviously heard Dean's name, stepped forward to greet him warmly, and then stood guard outside the gate.

   Obviously, they're not happy with these hairy security guards either.

Seeing this, the security guards stepped forward one by one, wanting to negotiate, but were immediately locked by Dean's cold eyes: "Dude, you are only wearing security uniforms, not police uniforms, I have already given you reasons to shirk, don't ask for trouble! "

  The head of security, his scalp was slightly numb from Dean's eyes.

  This kind of unscrupulous gaze made him almost think that he had returned to the gray age when the police and the gangsters were indiscriminate and gangsters.

   He let out a breath, waved to the brothers behind him, turned and left.

   Drive away the community security.

  Dean whispered next to Harry's ear: "You stay here and take the brothers from the sub-office to guard. When Holz comes to take over here, keep an eye on the children upstairs."

   "No problem, how about you?"

  Dean took the car keys from Harry and smiled: "Go to the airport to pick up some friends from New York and take them to clean up some garbage!"

   The original text is 2400 words.

   4400 words after the big change, there is no price increase for the increase, and the fee is still 2400 words.

   Thanks to \'Passerby A.\' book friend for rewarding six hundred and sixty-six book coins, thank you boss!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)