Chapter 235 Have you finished playing? I will shoot after playing (two in one)

   Most of the people who open black clinics in the United States are these three groups:

  1. A person whose medical license has been revoked for some reason.

  2. Foreign doctors who do not have a legal doctor's license in the United States, or people who have obtained a green card but cannot legally practice medicine. Currently, Chinese people account for the majority of this part.

  3. A loser in the cutthroat competition system for medical students, or some half-assed veterinarian trying to make more money.

  Considering that the murderer used the 'stinger' that has been banned for a long time in Type 56.

  Dean guessed that he should have taken that Anne to a black clinic opened by a Chinese.

  This kind of clinic is generally located in areas where Chinese illegal workers gather.

  And they often use stores like 'Health Care' as a cover on the bright side, and only do business with acquaintances.

  For those who don't know, it's hard to find.

  But for someone like Harry, who knows all kinds of religions, it's too simple.

   Dean told Harry about the situation.

   Just waited fifteen or sixteen minutes.

  The locations of the eleven black clinics that met the requirements were marked by Dean on the map of downtown Los Angeles.

the other side.

  The bald patrolman Hawke, with his two younger brothers, came to Jingba where the scene had been packed.

  Because a homicide occurred.

   It should have been the time with the most guests.

  At this moment, there are only some messy waiters and fat bartenders in the quiet bar.

   The fat bartender is obviously not in a good mood at the moment.

  He lowered his head, mechanically wiping the spotless wine glass in his hand, hiding his thoughts.

  Hawk stepped forward and knocked on the bar: "Hey, buddy, LAPD, I have something to ask you."

   Heard it was the police.

  The fat bartender raised his head, with a standard smile on his face, took out a few wine glasses, placed them skillfully on the bar counter, and helped pour them, while enthusiastically saying: "Welcome, just ask if you have any questions, I promise to cooperate!"

  Hoke smelled the aroma of the wine, choked his throat, and his expression became much softer: "This wine looks good."

   "Yes, the authentic Captain Morgan, you will feel the excitement of people rippling in the sea after drinking it." The fat bartender stretched out his hand and motioned them to have a try.

  Hawk is not a good bird either.

  He smiled at the two younger brothers: "Boys, in order to better communicate with good citizens, it seems that we can't evade the kindness of this generous gentleman."

  The two little police officers laughed.

  The three drank the rum.

Hawk let out a breath of alcohol contentedly, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he said to the fat bartender: "It is indeed authentic, but we should talk about business, you have some inconvenience to one leg, you are about 1.75 meters tall, and you like to wear baseballs The young man in the hat, do you have any impression?"

   "Lame?"

  The fat bartender murmured, then seemed to think of something, choked up a mouthful of saliva, and said with some hesitation: "That...police officer, is this **** related to the death of the blood cow Anbu?"

  Hawk stared, stood up and turned his face: "Man, I have a good impression of you, but this is not something you should ask!"

  The fat bartender spread his hands and said innocently:

   "Sorry, I didn't mean to.

  The bar has such a guest.

  He would often drink and chat with that Anne.

  The relationship between the two is very good.

  The young man has a good temper too.

  Anne was just taken away by Anbu's people today, and Anbu was killed in the end. Police officer, you ask me again.

   So I'm a little curious.

   After all, he is just a thin and crippled man, and he doesn't seem very courageous, so he should not be able to kill people. "

  However, Hawke keenly heard from the fat bartender's words that the fat bartender was subconsciously making excuses for the lame man!

   The bartender definitely knew the **** Dean was looking for!

He stared fixedly at the fat bartender, until the fat bartender entangled his hands uncomfortably, and then said in a deep voice: "For the sake of that glass of wine, tell me about the cripple, I won't look for you." trouble!"

"All right!"

The fat bartender made a gesture of surrender: "We all call him Jin, Chinese, and he seems to work in a Chinese grocery store in Chinatown, but these are all things that Annie accidentally said when chatting with me, I don't know Is it real."

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

   The fat bartender swears by it!

   "Well, I hope you didn't lie to me, otherwise the result won't be what you want!"

   Finished speaking.

  Hawk took his two younger brothers and left the house.

  He immediately took out his mobile phone and told Dean the information he got.

   Hawke didn't notice.

After they left, the fat bartender followed from under the counter, took out a mobile phone, dialed a series of unrecorded numbers, and after connecting there, spoke very fast: "Old Jin, the police have already found out Your grandson, if you don't want to cause trouble, let him leave Los Angeles immediately!"

   Silence for a while.

  There was a slight coughing sound from the other side: "Thank you, Barto, I will take care of this matter!"

   Identification Section.

   "Old gold grocery store?"

  After getting the news from Hawke, Dean immediately called Daisy, and then found the exact location of the grocery store through the system records.

   Seeing this, I was stunned.

  Because Laojin’s grocery store is next to an acupuncture parlor with Huaguo characteristics, and it is also one of the eleven suspects that Dean chose before.

  Don't worry about it now.

  The **** master, with a high probability of taking that prostitute named Annie, is in this black clinic!

   "Lawrence, bring the members of your team, we meet here!"

  After Dean finished speaking, he called Harry again and asked him and Carlo to put on their equipment and go there together.

hang up the phone.

  He hasn't stopped yet, and continues to call Hawk, asking him to bring as many people as he can now, and go there together.

  See it.

  Lawrence was a little puzzled: "Dean, although the opponent is powerful, he is just a **** and uses a cold weapon. Let's not go there with so many people!"

  The main reason is that it is actually off-duty time.

   Calling so many people is a very troublesome thing.

  Dean shrugged: "Man, trouble is better than someone dying in the line of duty. This guy may not really be alone!"

  Lawrence does not understand the national conditions.

  He was worried that behind the lame master, there was a master, and behind the master, there were friends in the industry and other apprentices who made a lot of friends, and among these people, it was inevitable that there would be members of gangsters

  Although Dean is confident in himself, he has only one life.

  In a situation where there are many people and many guns, it is purely a foolish thing to take the lead and rush up to take risks alone.

  Although Lawrence didn't understand the meaning of Dean's words, he didn't continue to ask. He took out his mobile phone and started calling someone.

   A moment.

  He nodded to Dean, indicating that it was all arranged.

  Everything is in order.

   Just when Dean was about to go.

  buzz buzz~

  Dean's cell phone rang again.

  He took it out for a look, and pressed the connect button in doubt: "Captain Hunter?"

  This old guy, it's almost early morning, and he still hasn't slept, why are you calling yourself?

   "Dean, are you dealing with a murder in a bar right now?"

  Old Hunter's voice was nasal, as if he had just been awakened from a deep sleep.

  "Yes, but now it is not as simple as a bar murder case. After killing a small leader of the Viper Gang in a bar, the murderer killed all seven gang members stationed there.

   This is a major serial murder case! "

   "It's just some rats in the gutter, and it won't cause trouble if it dies. Dean, there is no need to investigate this case. Someone will come to the police station tomorrow to surrender, and rest early!"

  Hearing Old Hunter's words, Dean was stunned.

What's happening here?

  His first reaction was that there was really someone behind the crippled young man, and he found a relationship with the old Hunter who was in charge of this area, and was going to get someone to cover him!

  How can this work?

  Dean doesn't care about solving the case, he cares more about the experience reward after catching the murderer!

  Old Hunter said a word.

   Just spit out the meat that reached his mouth again?

   Nonsense!

  Dean took a deep breath, and his voice became cold: "Okay, but our people have locked the location of the other party and started arresting them. Let's see if we can contact them!"

   After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and said to Lawrence next to him, "Let's go, we need to hurry up."

  Lawrence showed concern: "Dean, the person who can wake up old Hunter in the middle of the night to give orders is probably higher than old Hunter. Anyway, this case can be easily solved tomorrow. Do you want to think about it again!"

  Dean took out his own gun, shook it, and said in a serious tone:

   "Lawrence, I don't care what the other squadrons do.

   But in my Dean's jurisdiction, we must have the final say!

   Otherwise, if the criminal finds someone to put pressure on us today, and the murderer finds someone to put pressure on us tomorrow, then we might as well change careers early to avoid being angry! "

   "I feel like you are more like a gang declaration!" Lawrence shrugged: "But I choose to support you!"

   "Thanks, bro!"

  Dean retracted the gun, took Lawrence, and drove to the location of the black clinic.

   When the two arrived.

  The red and blue police lights have blocked a row of streets.

  In front of a pitch-black acupuncture parlor.

  Three police officers wearing patrol uniforms were lying on the ground screaming and rolling all over the ground. The ground had been stained red with blood. The colleagues beside them who wanted to help bandage the wounds were trying to control their turbulent bodies.

  Hawk and his group took out long and short guns, as if facing a big enemy!

   "FK, what's wrong?"

  Lawrence's pupils shrank when he saw this scene.

   Is it true that, as Dean said, there is more than one person beside the murderer?

  Because Dean's Humvee is very conspicuous.

  Harry and Carlo, who had arrived beforehand, immediately ran over from the crowd.

  Lawrence jumped out of the car and grabbed Harry who was nervous: "Harry, what happened here, why did someone get hurt?"

   "FK, Lawrence, you haven't seen the previous situation. When we first arrived, a man happened to come out with a woman on his back.

  A brother wants to step forward and control him.

  Swipe twice.

  The three patrolmen who were closest to each other were all lying on the ground screaming.

   Wait until we react.

  The other party has returned to the acupuncture parlor! "

  While speaking, Harry waved his arms wildly, vividly expressing what happened here before.

  Dean has already walked in front of the three wounded.

  He squatted down, checked the wound, and breathed a sigh of relief.

  Three people are typical scratches.

  The wound is very shallow, in line with the wound caused by the ‘stinger’.

  This shows that the person who made the move has shown mercy.

  Because there is only one way to use the army thorns - thorns!

  The reason why this kind of thing was assembled by the army in large quantities in the early days was because the country of Hua at that time did not have enough technology in the smelting of steel alloys, and the steel alloys had more than enough hardness but not enough toughness.

  So the early military thorns can kill a big sow with one stab, but if they are used to chop wood, they are likely to break.

   This also caused the master assassins to basically die at the sight of blood.

   These three guys on the ground.

   Good luck.

   It was only scratched, but did not leave a penetrating wound on the body, otherwise it would have been waiting for death or amputation.

  The reason why ghosts scream.

  Dean guessed that the army thorn in the lame master's hand was probably an authentic 'stinger'.

  The authentic stinger is actually a Mitsubishi military stinger.

It’s just that the early poisonous stingers added a certain amount of Kun element during heat treatment, and when the phosphorus coating on the surface of the military stinger was worn away, the exposed alloy steel body containing Kun element, as long as it was scratched, would cause the wound to be difficult to deal with. The healing effect, combined with the three blood grooves on the upper army thorn, tsk~

  This process will also bring a certain amount of pain stimulation.

  But it can hurt like this.

  Dean can only say that these 'colleagues' with big bellies are a bunch of trash.

   "Dean, I have called an ambulance. It is confirmed that there are hostages inside the building. What should we do now?" Hawke held a shotgun with anger on his face.

  The brother below was injured.

  He, the leader of the team, is a bit embarrassing!

   "Hostage?"

   "I bet there's no one in there!"

  Dean sneered, pulled the shotgun from Hawke's hand, walked to the gate, and there were two bangs.

  The antique wooden door was instantly pierced by countless steel balls, sputtering sawdust, and crumbling into a few pieces of broken boards.

  Inside the house, it was pitch black.

  Dean stood at the door, his ears quivered a few times, and then strode inside.

  Nine times out of ten, this kind of black clinic has other exit channels.

   Not to mention that next to it, there is the kid surnamed Jin, who runs a grocery store at home.

   Hawke and his group have been dawdling for so long.

   people probably ran away too.

   Sure enough, when Dean turned on the light inside, the not-so-big acupuncture center had two floors, and there was no one there!

  Hawk couldn't accept this result, and took out his pager: "FK, Offee, did you see someone leave from behind!"

   "Zi Zi ~"

   "Boss Hawk, I didn't see anyone coming out around me!"

   It turned out that Hawke, an old fritter, had already arranged for people to block off the surrounding area.

  Since people do not leave through the back door, it is underground!

  Dean looked at the ornaments on the first floor.

  The subtle traces on various objects turned into pieces of information, which surfaced in his mind, and finally automatically fed back their status and situation.

   Just count interest time.

  Gripping the shotgun, Dean walked straight to a sacrificial table, stretched out his palm, put it on the green shoe of Mr. Guan Erye, and pulled it lightly.

  Kaka~

  Accompanied by a slight rubbing sound, the altar in front of him split into two, revealing a dark passage!

  See channel.

  Dean gave Hawk a sneaky wink.

  Hawk understood immediately, and waved his hand: "Angel, buddy, we need you to open the way now, and the bonus will be doubled next month!"

  A strong black patrolman took a step forward, patted the explosion-proof shield on his hand, and grinned, "No problem, Boss Hawk!"

   Passage is narrow.

   But the distance is short.

   It took a group of people about three minutes to arrive at a 'basement'.

  The basement is not big, only about ten square meters, with an operating table in the middle, surrounded by a lot of scattered medicines, gauze, surgical knives, etc., and the air is filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.

  In the innermost part of the basement, there is a "bronze man". The surface of the bronze man is densely packed with dots and lines, and there are many Chinese characters written on it. It looks like a map of the meridians of the human body.

   "A dead end again?"

  Lawrence was a little bored.

  He doesn't like the cramped place.

   "No, the way is here!"

  Dean pointed to the wall behind the bronze man, stepped forward, and there was a bang!

  Gypsum powder exploded.

   The sound of rushing water came from the other side of the 'wall'.

   This basement is actually connected to the city's underground pipes!

   "I'll immediately call the guys on the ground to guard the surrounding manhole covers!"

Hawke picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to give an order, but was stopped by Dean with a wave: "This kind of exit must be a hidden place. To be on the safe side, you all go up and search for traces around the manhole cover. I will chase it from the pipeline! "

   Finished speaking.

  Dean didn't wait for Lawrence and the others to object, he pulled off a headlamp and put it on, and dropped the shotgun in his hand. The figure flashed and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

  In this case, Dean was going to gang fight.

   Now the situation has changed.

   In order not to return empty-handed.

  He can only reincarnate as a lone wolf.

   This underground passage is very spacious, with sewage in the middle and a passage at the edge. Due to the accumulation of dust, the footprints left behind are very obvious.

  The only trouble is that there are footprints on the left and right.

  This shows that the people in the black clinic left from two different directions.

   But it's not a problem for Dean, who has this tracking skill.

  The footprint of a cripple, in front of the footprints of a group of normal people, is like a fluorescent light in the night, it is too obvious.

   And the opponent's footprints are very deep.

   Obviously behind a person.

  Follow each other's footsteps.

  Dean ran wildly in the passage to the right.

   "Kim, are we going to get caught?"

  At this moment, a girl who was covered in bandages, her eyes were swollen to the point where there was only a slit left, and a large piece of hair was missing from her head was lying on the young man's back, speaking weakly.

  Huff~

  Huff~

  Heavy gasps came from the limping young man's chest.

  His tone was firm: "No, Anne, as long as you can escape from Los Angeles, you can start a new life."

   Fighting all night, hurrying on the road.

   The physical strength of this military assassin has almost been exhausted.

"how about you?"

  The young girl is very sensitive, and she immediately heard something in the young man's words.

  Youth just wanted to explain.

Sudden.

  Boom boom boom~

  The sound of heavy and hurried footsteps colliding quickly came from behind.

  The youth's pupils shrank.

   So fast!

   Not to mention that I was carrying someone on my back, and my physical strength was exhausted. Even if I didn't carry someone on my back, and my right foot was inconvenient, I would definitely not be able to escape to the designated exit before the other party caught up!

  In this case!

  Determination flashed in his eyes, and he put down the **** his back: "Annie, someone is chasing you, you go first, or I will distract my attention with you!"

  The girl smiled bitterly: "Do you think I am like this, can you leave alone? Let me go, Jin. If I die today, I hope to die with you, as long as you don't think I'm dirty!"

"Will not!"

The young man walked to a corner, put down the girl, and slowly pulled out a slender army thorn from his waist that reflected the light blue brilliance under the light, and stood in front of the girl, turned off the light on his body, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and waited. The unknown pursuer arrives.

  For the white moonlight in my heart!

  Who will come and who will die today!

   About this.

  The young man stuck in the blind spot of vision has absolute confidence!

  Boom boom boom~

   Huge footsteps echoed, getting closer.

   In just a few seconds at most, the chasing soldiers will rush to this corner, and then be pierced through their bodies.

Sudden.

  The footsteps suddenly disappeared.

  The young man suddenly opened his eyes, full of doubts.

   Could it be that the other party knew he was ambush?

  A kind of uneasiness surfaced in the young man's heart for the first time.

   Today, relying on a military thorn, can I really lead Annie to escape?

   Just when he was upset.

  A white light came from the corner.

this moment.

  All the distracting thoughts in the young man's heart disappeared in an instant, and at the same time his body shot out, the military stab in his hand was in the air, because the speed was too fast, a thin blue line was drawn, with a subtle sound of piercing the air, he stabbed again and again.

in a blink.

   There are several vital points on the human body of different heights, all of which are pierced by the sharp points of the military thorns.

   but empty feedback.

  But the young man's expression changed drastically.

   Fuck!

be cheated!

   Pata~

  The lamp head fell into the sewage, illuminating the space palely.

  In the desperate eyes of the young man, a handsome man stood a few meters away from him, holding a gun, tilting his head, and looking at him with a smile: "Is the game over? I'll shoot when I'm done."

   This distance.

  Relying on the military thorns in his hand, and the physical strength that has already exploded.

   is the natural moat!

this moment.

  Young people hate themselves so much why they don’t learn how to shoot!

  He looked at Dean unwillingly: "How do you know I'm waiting for you here?"

   "Your military stabbing is very fast and decisive, but unfortunately your messy footprints betrayed your state. Sneak attack is your best choice, so you lost!"

  (end of this chapter)