Chapter 160 Destroyed! Upgraded to three levels in a row! (Big change!)

  Airport Road.

  Dean received a call from FBI Ruth.

  This woman, who didn't know if she had taken the wrong medicine, changed her previous cautious attitude and said in a bad tone:

   "Inspector Dean.

   We got word that you went to Mike Smith's house!

   This case has been taken over by us.

  You are self-destructing your future! "

   Dean frowned slightly.

   Ruth's turn of events was a bit strange.

   thought about it.

  He tentatively said: "Agent Ruth, you forgot one thing, I am also a special employee of the FBI, meddling in this matter is not considered a violation, and you don't feel comfortable lying down and taking credit for it, why bother?"

"Shut up!" Ruth said coldly: "Dean, this is an order personally issued by the branch director. Since you are also a special employee of the FBI, you should abide by the rules of the game, otherwise you think you are hugging Al Aston thigh, can you do anything reckless?"

   Hear here.

   Dean suddenly realized.

understood.

  Mike Smith is the psychological consultant for the youngest son of the owner of Aston.

   It is estimated that the youngest son of the owner was worried that Mike Smith would be involved behind the matter, so he let the FBI of the Los Angeles branch take over the matter.

  He and Munn are Saul Aston's people.

  Although Saul Aston is also a member of the Aston family, he may not be of one mind with the youngest son of the owner.

   It should be the reason.

  It made Ruth, a small character, give up the idea of ​​taking credit for nothing, and wanted to stop herself from continuing to investigate this matter.

  Unfortunately, I am not only a special employee of the FBI, but also a special employee of the NSA!

  He has already prepared a backhand.

  If Ruth doesn't care about life and death, and continues to follow, I will let her know what it means to really shut up!

hang up the phone.

  Dean ignored the stinging pain from his injury and accelerated the speed of the car.

Airport.

  Dean waited for about half an hour.

  A familiar figure, leading more than a dozen burly men, walked towards Dean.

  Dean went up to greet him, opened his hands, and gave him a warm hug: "Welcome to Los Angeles, Dick!"

   That's right, the person who came was Dick Lucchese, Dean's cousin, and the sole heir of the Lucchese family in New York.

  He asked Amon to help solve the troubles of the Lucchese family.

   Now is the time for them to reward themselves!

  Dick was about to share his happy events in the past few days, when suddenly his nose twitched and he asked worriedly, "Cousin Dean, are you hurt?"

   "Little problem, let's go, we have a lot to do today!"

  Dick brought fifteen members of the family over.

With so many people, it is naturally impossible to take Dean's small broken car. Instead, he directly spent money to 'rent' a few taxis, and then, under the leadership of Dean, headed for a certain town in Los Angeles. .

   His movements are not small.

  FBI's Ruth immediately received information from Dean.

   "Bastard!" Ruth threw down the phone in annoyance, and shouted at Cheston, who was laying flat with soy sauce:

   "Get up, that guy Dean, he must have found the hiding place of the Source of Pain organization, now I'm going to chase him, you hurry up and coordinate the people from the local branch to help!"

   Finished speaking.

  She left in a hurry.

  Cheston looked at the back of this woman who was dazzled by the promise made by the supervisor with pity.

  He had a hunch that this was the last time he would see Ruth alive.

   That Dean guy is not a man of rules.

   But these are none of his business.

   Cheston picked up the phone, called the nearest sub-bureau, politely asked some patrolmen for help, and then waited slowly at the intersection for those patrolmen to meet.

  After he became a regular, it was only more than 3,000 U.S. dollars a month before tax.

  This attitude is already worthy of the salary.

  The town of Los Angeles is a rural town that almost disappears on the map of Los Angeles.

  In its heyday, there were more than one hundred households.

   But by 2001, only some old people were still living here.

   They are self-sufficient and almost independent of the world.

  This afternoon.

  The arrival of four or five taxis and a dilapidated second-hand car broke the calm here.

  Dean got out of the car and asked the people brought by Dick to surround several hidden tunnels near the town church.

  Dick already knew what he was doing this time on the way, and he said excitedly, "Cousin, shall we go in now?"

  Dean shook his head: "There are still people who want to come here. Besides, this place looks dilapidated. In fact, there are many organs and dug underground secret rooms inside. We need more professional equipment!"

  Below the church, there are secret rooms and underground prisons that have been left behind for no one knows what to do in a long time ago.

  After the members of Source of Pain discovered this place, they transformed it into a base, like a mole, hiding underground, with several exits.

   But with a detailed map.

   For Dean, it was a game of whack-a-mole.

   More than ten minutes later.

  Three or four trucks that transport cattle and sheep on the farm came here together.

   "Hey, Dean."

  Dean's elder brother, Baker, jumped out of one of the cars and gave Dean a hug: "You have closed training these days."

   Baker couldn't go on.

  Because he saw the **** bandage under Dean's coat.

  His eyes flashed fiercely: "Dean, who hurt you!"

   "It's just a small injury." Dean smiled and patted Baker on the shoulder, introducing Dick to him.

  He considered that some children might be taken away later, so he asked Baker to ask his grandfather to borrow a few cars to take them away. At the same time, he also took this opportunity to open the eyes of those cowboys and use their mouths to scare the rest of the farmers!

   Noisy room.

   An armed **** vehicle that was pitch black and looked very intimidating arrived here.

  The car stopped.

  A group of heavily armed soldiers, led by a leader, quickly lined up in two rows,

The leader glanced at a group of people, walked up to Dean, and gave a military salute: "Hello, Special Agent Dean, I am Doug, the leader of the NSA's Fifth Special Service Group, Director Amon asked us to take this action, and we have full authority to listen to you." command!"

   Dean glanced around and saw that it was the elite special service team, and nodded in satisfaction.

   Amon is really interesting.

   This is his hole card.

  The Source of Pain organization accepts children for brainwashing training, and also tries to train those people into the army, which involves threats to the homeland security of the United States.

   Such a perfect excuse, the FBI has nothing to say when it knows.

  Of course, the main reason why Amon helped Dean was that Dean promised to give him all the credit.

  The credit for picking up in vain.

  He couldn't refuse.

  People are in place.

  Dean walked up to Baker, muttered a few words, and told him to take the companions who came with him and stay away from here.

  Clear the field.

  Dean took out the map provided by Mike Smith, pointed to several exits and said:

   "The enemy is a vicious terrorist who just planned a big explosion in the urban area, causing more than dozens of casualties and detaining many children for brainwashing training.

   Now our goal is to kill them! "

  Doug glanced at the crude map, frowned and said, "If they have explosives, wouldn't it be dangerous for us to go in!"

   "Use poisonous smoke!"

  Dean's eyes flashed fiercely:

   “This group of people are insane and may use those children as human bombs.

For safety reasons.

  We must force them out first, and leave the rest to my people. You are responsible for stopping the FBI. "

  Think of the group of little carrot 'thugs' who didn't hesitate to shoot innocent people.

   Dean has no mercy.

  Doug glanced behind Dean, the group of strong men with obvious gangster style nodded, and said nothing.

   not long.

  Dean saw what a professional is.

  The armed transport vehicle not only undertakes the transportation function, but also has professional equipment to deal with this kind of scene.

   Seven or eight plastic hoses similar to water pipes are connected to a large machine, and then stuffed into the entrances of those underground passages.

  Throw some pungent white pills inside the machine, add water.

next moment.

  The water seemed to be boiling, and large streams of yellow smoke came out, flowing along the pipes and pouring into the passage.

   It's almost time to wait.

   Another two members of the secret service team took a special tubular fan, stuffed it into the passage, opened the mechanism, and helped the poisonous smoke to pour down into the underground of the church at a faster speed.

   Less than three minutes passed.

  The rural church that seemed to be empty at first, while coughing violently, a figure rushed out from it.

   No need to order.

   bang bang bang~

  The group of strong men brought by Dick raised their guns and shot!

   Those who rushed out screamed and retreated.

   But not for long.

   Accompanied by yellow smoke coming directly from the buildings inside the church.

  The group of underground rats tried to rush out again.

   This time, it was a group of radishes that led the way. There were only about a dozen people in total. A beehive rushed out of the church and ran towards Dean and the others.

   While coughing, he feebly shouted for help.

  After everyone saw the group of people clearly, they all shouted: "Stop, put your hands on your head and get down!"

  After several times.

  The group of radishes not only did not follow suit, but accelerated their approach.

   Everyone continued to shoot without saying a word.

in a blink.

   Dead bodies are everywhere.

   "Stop!"

   Just then, a female voice came from the hidden darkness.

  I saw Ruth, an FBI agent, rushing out angrily, holding a filming equipment and said viciously: "You bastards, do you still have humanity? They are still a group of children!"

   bang~

   A bullet hit Ruth's open mouth, making her completely quiet.

   Until the darkness completely swallowed her consciousness.

  Ruth never thought that Dean would dare to kill her, an FBI agent, in front of so many people.

   Kill this annoying fly.

   Dean motions to Dick.

  Dick nodded, took two people, dragged Ruth who was like a dead dog to him, and stripped her naked, then picked up the gasoline and set her on fire.

far away.

  Doug of the NSA Secret Service saw this scene, his cheeks twitched twice.

   This kid is so unscrupulous, I don't treat him as an outsider!

  Doug glanced around and saw that the members of his team were guarding those passages seriously, and hurried over: "Dean, this is an FBI agent, what are you going to do with it?"

  He is Amon's confidant, so he has goodwill towards Dean.

Dean shrugged, pointed at Ruth's body on the ground, which had been changed into civilian clothes, and said sadly: "Captain Doug, something unfortunate happened just now, Agent Ruth of the FBI did not listen to advice, He wanted to infiltrate the base of terrorists to find out, but in the end his whereabouts were revealed and he died in the line of duty!"

  Doug twitched the corner of his mouth twice, and nodded: "Yes, brothers have all seen it. This incident is indeed unfortunate."

   During the conversation.

  Dick ran over, showing a look of fear: "Dean, you guessed it, some of those radishes really carried explosives!"

   "Only a few?"

"right."

  Dean nodded:

   "Very well, it seems that they have no explosives in stock, and they are almost desperate, otherwise they will use explosives to open the way, and there is no need to play this trick.

  Dick, now put on your equipment and go in and clean up! "

   This is undoubtedly using the few remaining elites of the Lucchese family as cannon fodder.

   But thinking about the current situation of the Lucchese family and the ruthlessness Dean showed today, Dick nodded, gritted his teeth, led a dozen of his men, put on the equipment provided by the secret service team, and walked into the church.

  See it.

  Dean silently lit a cigarette.

  He didn't plan to take the risk by himself at the beginning, but called Dick and the others.

   This is both a risk transfer and a test for Dick and the Lucchese family.

until now.

  Dean is basically satisfied and has made up his mind. After this incident, he will support Dick to control the Lucchese family and become his ally.

   After Dick and others entered, continuous gunshots rang out.

  Dean wasn't worried at all.

  Under the poisonous smoke.

   There are definitely not many people in the Source of Pain organization who still have combat power.

   His order is also very clear.

   Unless it is a child who is determined to be locked up.

   Otherwise, even if you see a comatose adult, you have to make two shots first to prevent them from playing tricks.

   Seven or eight minutes later.

   da da da ~

  The members of the secret service team guarding the exit passage also heard the rattle of their rifles.

   Hear this movement.

   Dean breathed a sigh of relief, it's done!

  Knowing that the underground passage is a dead end, but still running this way, it is obvious that I was forced to hurry!

  The battle is coming to an end.

   High IQ stuff.

  Need to hide behind the scenes and use various tools and information gaps to perform.

   Once exposed.

   Too powerless in the face of violence.

  When the gunshots are lonely.

  Three pieces of information flashed through Dean's mind:

  【Kill all the murderers in the Mike Smith brutal murder case, experience value +1200】

  【Destroy the terrorist organization 'Source of Pain', kill all core members, experience +4000, L14→L16, attribute points +2, skill points +2】

  【Kill all the perpetrators of the missing children in the black community in California, experience value +3200, L16→L17, attribute point +1, skill point +1】

   "Fuck!"

   "Upgrade three levels in a row?"

  After watching it several times, Dean still called out the panel in disbelief:

Panel data:

  Character: Dean

   Level: 17 (300/3200)

   Spirit: 13

   Strength: 14

   Speed: 15 (limit)

   Stamina: 12

  Skills: Pistol Mastery, Ancient Muay Thai Mastery, Trace Tracking L2, Achaz School-Mind Reading L2, Slightly (click to open).

  Attribute points: 3

  Skill Points: 4

  Completed cases: 15, details omitted.

real!

  I really went up three levels in a row!

  Dean clenched his fists, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

   Worth it!

  The harvest this time even surpassed the previous one when they encircled Lincoln Manor and captured Anbei!

  But for the three notices, the number of cases only shows an increase in the number of cases.

  Dean suspects that this is equivalent to swiping an experience copy.

   If he guessed correctly.

  Under the church, there are some innocent children who have not been brainwashed.

  Only in this way will it happen to spark the disappearance of children.

   Tool panel, very beautiful!

  The gunfire gradually stopped.

   Corpses were dragged out one by one.

  Dean should have been happy to have destroyed the Source of Pain organization, but at this moment he was leaning on the car alone, looking at the yellow smoke scattered sky with melancholy eyes.

  Men can’t be too successful.

  So many attribute points and skill points.

  How did you spend it all?

   Don't know how to spend it at all!

  (end of this chapter)