Chapter 285 Accepting the mission, the missing case of more than fifty people

  As a special employee of the FBI.

   It is normal to receive some temporary tasks.

   It's just that Dean always feels that the timing of the email's appearance is a little too clever.

   "Could it be a problem with the task?"

  He touched his chin, a little suspicious.

  The mission email, signed by the FBI Dispatch Department (Strategy Department), is a department similar to an alarm center. It is located at the FBI headquarters in Washington.

  From the sender of the email, Dean couldn't see a problem.

  He turned his gaze to the document that was copied in the email.

  In the file, there is a mountain range in Oregon. In recent years, there has been a list of frequently missing persons.

  In the list, there are men and women, a total of fifty-three people, aged between teens and thirties, with complicated occupations, but they all like hiking and mountain climbing, and in the process, lost the last contact.

   "Fifty-three missing?"

   Big case!

  Dean licked his lips, quickly opened the map of the United States on the computer, and located the topographic map of the mountain range through searching.

   This look.

  He couldn't help being a little surprised.

Because according to the map, the mountain range is actually just a series of small peaks. There are more than 20 towns nearby with complete infrastructure. There are even many people who live in the mountains and have various tourist huts, water and electricity. One category, all are laid, and there is no signal problem.

   Strictly speaking.

  The missing place does not belong to no man's land.

  Dean quickly searched for some related posts through the name of the mountain range.

  These posts are all about traveling around, and the enthusiasm for the route strategy for crossing this mountain range during the holidays is not low.

besides.

   There are also local reports on mountain tourism.

  According to official statistics.

   Every year, more than 50,000 people go to the mountain area for camping, hiking, rock climbing, etc., supporting many town hotels and restaurants along the way, and the security here is not bad, and there are very few vicious cases.

  This.. is interesting.

  Official reports seldom have vicious cases there, but the FBI sent itself a series of missing persons list.

  Which side is lying here?

  Dean originally felt that this email came by a bit of a coincidence, but now he feels a little uneasy.

  He simply took out his mobile phone and called Amon's private number.

  On the other end of the phone, there is a message setting: "This is Amon's phone message. If there is something urgent, I will call back after nine o'clock in the evening."

  Dean just remembered that Amon was probably very busy in tracking down the terrorist attack organization in the previous holy heaven recently, so he could only leave a message saying that he had something important to discuss with him.

  He just hung up the phone.

  The laughter of Cheston and a group of people happened to be heard outside.

   This guy took advantage of Dean's spare time to investigate the case, and he had already gotten along well with colleagues from the Las Vegas branch of the FBI, and he was considered a social expert.

   This is someone else's territory after all.

  Dean briefly checked the list of missing persons again, and after remembering everything in his mind, he logged out of the mailbox and turned off the computer.

  Before Amon called back.

  He will not reply to emails.

evening.

   I had dinner.

  Dean let Cheston move freely, and he came to the hotel where Ross lived.

   Because of what happened before.

  Rose’s fiancée, Gaia, needs to rest for a period of time, so Ruos directly chooses a monthly subscription service at the best hotel in Las Vegas, and at the same time adds enough security around her.

  After inquiring at the front desk, Dean was protected by the sunglasses who came down from the top floor, and went to the floor where Ruos was located through the exclusive elevator.

  Rose was waiting at the elevator entrance early.

  Meet Dean.

  He greeted him enthusiastically: "I thought you had already left Las Vegas."

  Dean shrugged: "I'm going to leave, but I'm in some trouble, and I'm afraid I need your help."

  This is not the place for conversation.

  Jose took Dean to the bar and poured expensive drinks himself: "Dean, what do you need me to do? We are friends, and you saved my fiancée. As long as I can do it, I will help you."

  His attitude made Dean feel very comfortable.

  Although every time I meet Ruos, nothing good happens, but this guy is really nice.

Um! ? ?

  Dean suddenly thought that he and Chesston, who were organized by Lucifer this time, got the invitation letter, so they won’t be hit by the law of causality weapon of the **** Ruos! !

  Think about it this way.

  Dean looked at Ruos, and became unhappy: "Jos, you are indeed my friend!"

   The word "friend" was said very heavily by him, and there was a feeling of gnashing one's teeth!

  Josse didn't hear what Dean meant.

Seeing Dean looking at him, he picked up the wine glass with some embarrassment: "Dean, don't think too much, any person of noble character will not treat his friends badly, I believe you are the same to me, by the way , what do you want me to do for you?"

  This stupid and big-hearted appearance made Dean feel that he had nothing to do with his anger.

  He said a little depressed: "I need you to help me get some gadgets as secretly as possible."

   said.

  Dean picked up the wine glass on the table and took out a note from his arms.

  Rose took the note curiously, and said according to the above content: "Powerful hemostatic spray, smoke bombs, night vision goggles, concussion bombs, trigger anti-tank mines, portable rockets, portable modified Gatling."

  The more he muttered, the quieter his voice became.

  Rose looked at the long string of weapon names behind him, and couldn't help but look up at Dean: "Dude, are you sure you're in a little trouble?"

  Dean shook the wine glass in his hand, and said calmly: "If you can help me deliver these things secretly to me before September, then it will be a small trouble, otherwise I am not sure."

  Rose let out a breath, looked at Dean with some worry: "Wait for my call."

   Until the two separated again.

  Jose didn't even ask Dean what trouble he was having.

  Although he has an average EQ and IQ, he also knows that Dean is willing to give him the list of weapons because he trusts himself. As a friend, he should not be too curious.

  Nine twenty at night.

  Dean finally waited for Amon's call back.

   "Dean, you encountered the Lucifer organization?"

  On the other end of the phone, Amon's voice was hoarse, lacking in breath, and seemed to be in a bad state.

  Dean was not surprised that Amon guessed his purpose.

  Amon is the director of both departments of the FBI and NSA. It is not difficult to find the case feedback reports they uploaded.

   "Yes, a bad case.

  When Chesston and we were investigating a case of serial body dumping on the road, we accidentally discovered a hunting ground in Lucifer.

  The group of dangerous people seems to be planning something. What's even more strange is that when I was inquiring about similar hunting and killing cases near Las Vegas, I received a designated task arrangement from the FBI in Washington. "

  Dean didn't say anything about receiving the invitation letter.

  A member of the Lucifer Game Organization, with various identities, he couldn't fully trust Amon.

   After listening to Dean's narration, Amon didn't speak.

   Accompanied by a keyboard tapping sound.

  On the other side, he said again: "There are indeed some problems with this mission. I checked the attendance of the agents of the branch over there. According to the procedure, this mission should not be assigned to you. This does not conform to the procedure."

   After listening to Dean, his heart skipped a beat.

   There is really a problem!

  He asked: "Amon, can you find out who sent the email?"

  Amon paused for a moment before saying: "I will help you to inquire about the situation as soon as possible. By the way, Dean, I haven't heard from Anthony's mentor for a long time. Is he still in good health?"

   Dean: "."

  Adult interactions, more or less, require interests to maintain the relationship in order to be stable.

  Old man Anthony is the biggest bond between him and Amon, two people with unequal identities, who maintain their relationship.

   Amon asked, did he receive any news?

  Dean thought for a while, and tentatively said: "Mr. Anthony told me last time that he needs to help his family to do something, which will temporarily cut off contact with the outside world, so I don't know the situation of the mentor now."

   "Is that so"

Amon thought thoughtfully: "Okay, Dean, if you have any news about Anthony's mentor, please tell me as soon as possible. When I was investigating the Holy Heaven Organization, I obtained a piece of information about the Lucifer Organization. Maybe it will help him."

  Dean cursed treacherously in his heart, and said calmly on the surface: "No problem!"

  Amon's answer made him unable to figure out what the other party meant.

  Anthony's disappearance is a blocked news. At present, only a few people from the Morgan family and the Achaz School know about the situation. It is unlikely that Amon will know the details.

  Dean also needs Amon to help him for the time being.

  In short, let’s do Tai Chi first, let’s wait.

   Half an hour later.

Amon called again and brought Dean a reply that made him even more confused: "Dean, I asked a friend from the dispatch department at the headquarters, and he said that this was a special request from Agent Massa, who was also taught by Mentor Anthony. Students who have passed, praised you before, you should know."

   "Masa!"

  When Dean heard what Amon said, a black man with a bald head immediately appeared in his mind.

  The other party is the instructor of the FBI's training base in the suburbs of Los Angeles. He is an expert in trace tracking. Before that, he and Dean killed a pair of very vicious skinning brothers in the mountains and got a lot of extra money.

  Dean's tracking skills were learned from Massa.

  But since that collaboration, the two have had little contact.

  He and Cheston, when they were at the training base for the time being, didn’t see Massa, and they couldn’t get through the phone, and they didn’t call back. Dean thought that Massa was on another mission.

what is happening?

  Dean suppressed the doubts in his mind, and said in a surprised tone: "You mean Massa? Yes, we cooperated once before. Where is he now?"

   "He resigned from his position as an instructor at the base, and was reinstated and transferred to the headquarters. I don't know the specific position, because I can't contact him. This kind of situation is rare, and it usually happens to undercover teams."

  Amon paused and gave his own suggestion: "So, I suggest you go to that mountain range and take a look for yourself."

   "Okay. Don't disturb your rest. I wish you a smooth mission."

"Thanks."

  Listen to the beeping sound of hanging up from the phone.

  Dean raised his head, looked deeply at the dark sky polluted by the halo, thoughtfully.

do not know why.

  He always feels that he is now caught in an invisible and intangible net that surrounds him from all directions. Consciously or unintentionally, he wants to draw himself deeper into the net.

   Massa

  Amon

  The connection between these people and themselves can be traced back to the missing Anthony.

  The previous doubts could not help reappearing in Dean's mind again: Mentor Anthony, is it really missing?

the next day.

  A domineering Hummer car, facing the sweeping wind and sand, galloped on the empty road.

  Cheston adjusted his sunglasses, and from the corner of his eye he glanced at Dean, who was resting in the co-pilot with his eyes closed.

   "Are you wondering why we don't fly?"

  Dean closed his eyes, but seemed to see Chesston's gaze, and said lazily.

  Cheston nodded awkwardly: "Yes, we are nearly a thousand kilometers away from our destination. It is more convenient and efficient to fly."

  Dean opened his eyes and said seriously: "Cheston, what case are we going to investigate now?"

  Cheston was confused by Dean's serious appearance.

  He was a little uncertain: "Missing... missing case."

  Dean shook his head: "To be precise, it's a large number of disappearances deliberately concealed by local officials!"

   After replying to the headquarters to accept the mission email, a more detailed case was sent over there.

  According to the intelligence of the FBI.

  In the mountain area where the missing cases occurred, in recent years, more than 50 tourists and residents have indeed disappeared, but for what purpose, the officials there have not reported it.

  Here I have to mention the wonders of this country.

In the United States, not to mention that each state is very independent, even cities and towns are like autonomous regions. In principle, they follow the laws of the American Federation, but the public officials who manage them are all hired locally. Great authority.

   To put it bluntly.

  If there is a problem with the local authorities, and the agents from other places go there stupidly, the most likely cause is that they died in a foreign land.

  After listening to Dean's words, Cheston was puzzled at first, and then became excited: "Agent Dean, you mean, we may have a conflict with the local police this time?"

   "Not necessarily, but those people are likely to be unclean. If we want to solve the case, the status of tourists is more suitable for us."

   After Dean finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

  Cheston has a bright mind and has grievances with the Lucifer organization, but he is young and has too little experience, so he appears mediocre. Training and training may be able to play a greater role than cannon fodder.

   Recent encounters.

  Dean felt that he should speed up the building of his power, instead of being a shrinking turtle, passively waiting for fate to take the initiative to arrange himself.

   Two days later.

   The dusty Hummer finally came to a small town in Oregon outside the mountains.

   Sorry, I have been busy until 9:10 every day recently.

   It’s only two to three thousand yuan a month, and people are used as livestock.

   If it hadn’t restored my basic social skills and reduced my mental friction, I would have run away long ago! !

   By the way, what follows is a very scary real case.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)