Chapter 256 Li Daitao stiff, upgrade

  When Carlo walked into the community, he found that many residents of the community gathered near the gate. There were men, women and children, all of whom had black hair and brown eyes. It was hard to tell who was who.

   But most of the residents looked at the police with a little fear and disgust.

  He squeezed the pistol in his hand, a little worried that someone in the crowd would shoot black guns.

  Small conflicts erupted due to the arrest of people in this kind of community gathered by ethnicity are not uncommon in the United States.

  Carol stretched his nerves, went against the crowd, and quickened his pace.

   It is almost 100 meters into the community.

  A number of police cars appear in front of you.

  Several policemen were busy carrying two companions who were moaning in pain, and stuffed them into the police car. Judging from the situation, they were shot and were about to be sent to the hospital.

   However, the two injured patrolmen should not be life-threatening, otherwise they would howl and not be so energetic.

   There were also a few patrolmen who surrounded a house in shock.

  On the lawn outside the house, small impact craters caused by semi-automatic rifles can be seen everywhere, and there are two big pools of blood in front of the door, all of which declare to outsiders that the short battle before was not easy.

  The door of the house was open and torn, with many bullet holes remaining.

  Through the door, you can see a gloomy-faced man stepping over a fallen corpse, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a gun in the other, walking outside.

   This person is Dean!

  Carol's eyes flashed suspicious.

  Depending on the situation, it should be that the suspect was blocked at home by the police and wanted to rush out, but was finally shot dead by Boss Dean.

   But Boss Dean doesn't seem happy?

   Carlo guessed right.

  Dean is really upset now.

  Because after the suspect Pu Budong was killed, there was no message from the detective panel that the case was closed.

this means.

   Either the miniatures murder case, or the undiscovered criminal!

   Either the Spice Girls tricked him!

  This Pu Budong is a smoke bomb at all, it is cannon fodder to help the real miniature model killer get away!

  Both possibilities are possible.

   But Dean had examined the body he'd shot in the head.

  The appearance of the other party is indeed the Pu Budong I saw on the computer before.

  But this guy's hands are rough and full of calluses. At first glance, he looks like someone who often spends time in the shooting range. His finger bones are thick, and he doesn't care about it. It is unlikely to be a real miniature model.

  So Dean guessed, this guy is a smoke bomb at all!

  How does this make him feel better?

   "Boss Dean, are you okay?"

   Carlo leaned forward.

  Dean shook his head: "It's okay, I saw a large number of model parts in the house, you stay here, take these patrolmen, block the scene, wait for the forensics department to arrive, and count the objects in the house and the suspect's body."

   "Boss, you mean the case is closed?" Carlo was even more confused.

  Now that the case is closed, why does Boss Dean act like someone else owes money?

  Dean glared at Carlo: "Are you unhappy that the case is over?"

   Carlo quickly shook his head:

"No, I just think it's fortunate that you discovered it quickly, otherwise, if any one of us came here, even if we found the Foreign Trade Building, we would be misled by surveillance in the end and let the murderer who was hiding in Mrs. Jin Department Store Foreign Trade Company go. It will startle the opponent and make the opponent run away."

   This is the truth.

   Just look at the situation on the spot.

  Pu Budong, who was lying in a pool of blood, ran away if the patrolman arrived a little later.

  Dean was not interested in listening to Carlo's dry flattery.

After inquiring about the situation of the injured patrolman, he made a phone call and confirmed that the body of the hot girl had been brought back to the FBI office by Chesston. Then he drove away alone to the Los Angeles FBI office where Chesston was located. .

  FBI has offices on every continent in the United States.

  This kind of office is similar to a police detective station. Depending on the state's economic situation and other reasons, there are a dozen to dozens of staff stationed there.

  Among these staff, most of them are in charge of logistics, intelligence and other functions, and a few are field agents and senior agents.

  Because of the counterfeit money case some time ago.

  In this inconspicuous office, the remaining staff are some internal staff, and Chesston, who was originally inconspicuous, has become the only active agent here.

   After bringing the hot girl's body back and putting it away, Chesston anxiously waited in the office for news from Dean.

  The office is understaffed right now.

   If someone really attacked, this place is actually not as safe as the police station.

   Fortunately, Dean just called.

   This matter, it should be time to end!

  Think here.

  Cheston couldn't help looking at the corpse of the hot girl in the room: "Such a beautiful girl, I really don't know why she chose to join that mysterious Lucifer game organization!"

  He glanced at the other person's undulating body regretfully, took out a cigarette, and took out a lighter, ready to use nicotine to relieve his impatience.

  click~

  The sound of a lighter echoed in the huge office.

  Hoo~

   Cheston took a puff of smoke, relaxed his body, leaned on the soft back chair, squinted his eyes slightly, feeling the desolation and quietness of the Los Angeles office today

   "No!"

"Quiet!!"

  There are no less than ten people in the office, how could it suddenly become so quiet?

  Cheston opened his eyes suddenly.

next moment.

  The cigarette in his hand slipped to the ground, his lips trembled for a long time, but because of fear, he was unable to utter a complete sentence.

Ruined.

the other side.

  Dean stepped on the accelerator to 120 yards and rushed to the FBI office in Los Angeles at the fastest speed.

  He didn't come here to find the dead body of the hot girl.

   Regardless of whether the other party tricked them in the end.

  Everyone is dead, so it's pointless to dwell on this.

  He came here to use the authority of the intelligence system here to obtain the most authentic employee information of Mrs. Jin Department Store Foreign Trade Company as quickly as possible.

   There are two major intelligence organizations in the United States.

   Internally, it is still the FBI.

   Externally, it is the CIA that sends out a large number of spies every year.

  The former director of INDI in the business building made Dean realize that the FBI may have been monitoring this kind of place to prevent spies from other countries from infiltrating.

   Then they should also have the details of those companies leasing offices.

  The miniature model killer and the hot girl appeared in Los Angeles, and it has only been a few days. I am afraid that the contact time between the two is even shorter, and it is unlikely that they have time to make so many smoke bombs.

   Li Daitao is more likely to become stiff.

  This means that in the foreign trade office of Mrs. Jin Department Store, the employee information on the computer is fake. I was downstairs in the building and met the stick man who was eager to go back to the office to get the documents. There is also a problem!

  People are probably hard to find.

   It will take a lot of time to run back to check the information and distinguish the true from the false.

  This is also the fundamental reason why Dean did not return to the commercial building, but directly came to the FBI to find the employee information of the "Mrs. Jin Department Store Foreign Trade Office".

   Park the car.

  Dean took out his FBI ID, hung it on his chest, and strode towards the courtyard of this humble six-story building.

  Outside the courtyard, there is a sentry box.

  The gate is the kind of electric sliding door.

  If it wasn’t for the address provided by Cheston, whoever sees this building on the edge of the community at first sight, the first reaction is that this should be the headquarters of a small company.

   Come to the door.

  Through the glass of the sentry box, Dean found that the security inside was lying on the table, seeming to be lazily sleeping.

  He just wanted to knock on the glass to remind the other party that someone was coming.

Sudden.

   Dean's pupils shrunk.

   Something is wrong!

  The breathing rate of a normal person is generally 2 to 3 seconds, which is the so-called one breath.

  But from the time he saw the security inside, the other party's body has not fluctuated at all, which is obviously abnormal!

   Excluding the opponent is a master of long-breathing.

  Then there is only one answer.

   The other party is a dead man!

  Dean realized this, glanced at the rotating camera outside the corner of his eye, knocked on the glass calmly, and waited for a few seconds before pretending to be upset, turned around and left cursing.

   Until it goes out of the monitoring range.

  He took out his mobile phone and called for support.

  The situation inside is unknown.

  No matter how powerful he is, Dean can't rush in alone.

  Besides, I had only contacted Cheston before, and I didn't feel anything strange about the other party at that time, which means that at that time, there was no change here.

  Just over twenty minutes.

   Here comes the problem.

   Regardless of whether it was the Lucifer Game Organization or the terrorist organization behind the previous counterfeit money case, Dean didn't want to risk his life.

at this time.

  In the building, a strong man wearing a wolf mask looked away from the surveillance, and said urgently to the communication equipment hanging on his shoulder: "Hound, someone approached and left just now. I don't know who it is. Speed ​​up!"

  Zi la~

"knew!"

  Accompanied by the electronic noise, a female voice responded unhappily.

  Under her voice, a man's scream could be vaguely heard.

  The camera turns.

office.

  Beside the hot girl's body, Cheston, who had been stripped naked, fixed his limbs with wood, and was in a kneeling position, hummed weakly.

   There was blood constantly, dripping from his face and chest, turning him into a blood man.

  In any case, he never expected that someone would be able to quietly invade the FBI's compound and clean up everyone here!

  Even if this is only a sub-bureau, the security is weak.

   But standing behind them is the behemoth FBI!

   This is a group of lunatics who don't care about the consequences!

   Just when Cheston was in fear of life and death, thinking wildly.

  A dog-face mask came over: "I wanted you to enjoy the fear of death a little bit, but there is not enough time, now I apologize to my sister, I can let you die more happily!"

  Cheston raised his **** face: "You are provoking the majesty of the FBI, I will wait for you to accompany me below!"

   "Majesty?"

  The dog-faced masked woman seemed to have heard a big joke, and quietly took off the mask: "Cheston, you will only appear on the death list after being attacked by a terrorist organization, and I will become the new supervisor here."

  See what she looks like.

  Cheston's eyes widened.

  He knows each other!

Or!

  He is in the hands of the opponent and has learned how to become a qualified FBI cannon fodder agent!

   No wonder the other party contributed here so easily, as easy as returning to his own home!

  But how could such a person who used to be an FBI instructor turn into a deranged terrorist?

"Why?"

   Facing the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at him, Cheston ignored the blood flowing into his eyes, as if he was questioning the dog-faced masked woman in front of him, and also seemed to be questioning the indistinguishable morals of the world.

   "There is no reason, please apologize, although I don't like my sister, but this is not the reason for you to kill her!"

  The muzzle moved down and aimed at Cheston's little brother: "Of course, you can also choose to become an incomplete man and die in pain."

  Cheston was startled, just about to speak.

Sudden.

   woo woo woo~

  Outside the building, the siren sounded.

  In the communication device of the dog-faced masked woman, the man's low-pitched curses also came: "FK, we've been exposed, Hound, haven't you finished yet, the two of us must detonate this place and evacuate!"

   "FK!"

The dog-faced masked girl couldn't care less about continuing to torment Cheston, she raised the gun in her hand, and wanted to shoot, but at the moment of distraction, Cheston seized the opportunity and spat a mouthful of blood on the woman's chest. In the eyes, the big mouth opened at the same time, and threw itself on the woman's gunman, biting hard.

   There was a scream.

  The woman was in pain, and with the other hand, she crazily elbowed Cheston on the head.

  But Cheston knew that as long as he let go, he would surely die. Even though he felt his head was going to explode, his consciousness began to blur, and his teeth seemed to be imprinted on the palm of a woman, without any relaxation.

  The man in charge of monitoring realized something was wrong.

  He pressed the timing device, grabbed a handful of dashes, and rushed to the office on the floor where the hound was.

   People just went out.

  A big hand, like a ghost, stretched out from the just-opened door, just in time to grab the neck of the strong man who rushed out, and snapped it.

   There was a loud click.

  The eyes under the strong man's mask were wide open, a stream of blood poured out of the corner of his mouth unwillingly, and he swallowed his breath.

  Dean dropped the strong man's body.

  By supporting the arrival of the police, when he was attracting the attention here, he evaded the monitoring from the side and sneaked in. He wanted to control the monitoring room first, but he didn't expect to hear the man's last words when he came here.

  If it's just two people.

  This time, you can pick up an experience point for nothing.

  Dean looked past the man's body and looked into the monitoring room, his expression changed slightly: "Fuck!"

  In the monitoring room, a video equipment was set up, aimed at a countdown timer, and there was a human-shaped mark of an upside-down cross beside it, which was the organizational symbol of the Holy Church of the Kingdom of Heaven that Dean had seen before.

   This is a standard terrorist organization behavior!

  First make a big explosion, and then release the video, announcing that XX did it, which hurt the face of the American government and at the same time expanded its international reputation.

  Dean couldn't figure it out, he was just trying to solve a case, why would he get involved in such a thing that exceeds the standard at every turn!

   On the countdown, there are still more than nine minutes.

   According to the plot in the movie, such a long period of time, not to mention several time bombs, even timed nuclear bombs, is enough to defuse more than a dozen bombs.

   But reality is not a movie.

  Actually, detonation is more appropriate for most bomb disposals.

  Even for the most experienced bomb disposal experts, the success rate of bomb disposal is only 50%!

  Because every bomb disposal is a life gamble!

  Dean doesn't know how to defuse bombs.

  He is not prepared to risk his life to save money for the US government.

   After confirming that there were still more than nine minutes before the bomb detonated, he checked the monitoring screen in the room to confirm that the rest of the people were located on the fifth floor, and rushed upstairs quickly.

   There is only one infiltrator left.

  Dean was reluctant to part with this experience pack.

  Upstairs, the dog-faced masked woman had already slapped Cheston so hard that she rolled her eyes, but she still didn't tear the opponent's mouth off her right hand.

   Accompanied by the warning sound of the police horn downstairs.

  She finally panicked, and said angrily to the communication: "Bear, come and help me!"

   The voice just fell.

  Boom~

  The door of the house was kicked open.

  The girl with the dog face mask was overjoyed.

next moment.

   bang~

  A huge force hit her forehead, driving her head back, and at the same time bringing everything into darkness.

at the same time.

   In Dean's mind, two pieces of information also flashed:

  【Kill the ghost FBI agent, detect the fake terrorist attack, experience value +1000, level: 19 (3200/3600)】

  【Kill the elders of the Lucifer Game Organization-Double Hounds, solve the California "Hunger Games of Despair" in advance, experience value +3000, level 20 (2600/3800), attribute points +1, skill points +1]

   Dean: ? ? ?

   This chapter is from yesterday.

   The dog thief is a little confused now.

   I want to wait until the blocked chapter is released, and then copy today’s updated content to that chapter, otherwise I will lose my full attendance this month.

   I'll see if the editor in charge has an answer tomorrow.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)