Dean blinked at the pig-headed masked man who wanted to draw his own blood, and showed a piercing smile. He shook his feet and kicked off the shackles on his feet.

   This guy was just pretending!

  The pig-headed man with the injection mask thought he had misread it, and after a few seconds of stunned, he raised his head and shouted at his companion, "FK, stop this guy quickly, he... ho~"

  The words are not finished.

   An incomparable force surged from his grasped arm.

   bang~

   Accompanied by a feeling of flying through the clouds, the man in the pig-head mask who received the injection, with his stomach bent, slammed into the iron railing, making a clanging sound that shocked the entire prison area.

   Click!

Dean hit the enemy flying in front of him, twisted his neck, and made a piercing sound of bones rubbing. He turned around and looked at another masked man who was dumbfounded and only subconsciously pressed the button of the electric shock remote control: "The taste of electric shock is so real." Yes, it reminds me of my lost childhood, how do you want me to thank you?"

   "Die!"

   Seeing this piggy, the masked man was talking nonsense here, and finally came back to his senses, pulled out an electric baton from his waist, and stabbed Dean.

  His movements, in Dean's eyes, were as slow as those of an old man.

   As soon as Dean grabbed it, he firmly grasped the middle part of the electric baton, twisted it hard, and with the masked man's hand, he stabbed the electric baton back on his own body.

  Zi la la~

  Electric sparks flicker.

  The pig-headed man with the electric baton only had time to let out a scream. As soon as his body trembled, his whole body shrank into a bow shape and twitched on the ground, unable to resist.

  Turn over two people.

Dean twirled the electric baton in his hand, walked out of the cell with unrestrained intentions, stood under the surveillance camera, pointed his **** at the camera, jumped more than one meter, and smashed the electric baton in his hand like a slam dunk. .

   There was a snap.

  The surveillance in this area was smashed to pieces.

  Dean landed on the ground and saw that the electric baton in his hand had become bent. He didn't bother to waste any more time, so he threw it away, smashed a camera that was farther away, and re-entered the iron cell.

  He didn't play hard just now.

  After such a delay, the two pig-headed masked men have recovered to some extent.

   "Tell me, how many of you are here?"

   "Die!"

  The pig-headed man who was knocked down by the electric shock got up from the ground, and before he realized the seriousness of the matter, he put on a boxing stance and punched Dean.

  Dean smiled disdainfully, and then punched out.

   Two fists collided.

  Punching The pig-headed man's seemingly strong fist was distorted and deformed, and the whole person fell back to the original place screaming at a faster speed.

   "Boxing, huh?"

  Dean took a big stride, and whipped the opponent's head hard with a whip kick in an execution style.

  Giant impact.

  The pig-headed man's head deformed and hit the concrete wall behind him, making a loud bang, shaking the entire cell, and rebounding back to Dean's feet.

   There is no **** head blasting.

  The pig-headed man twitched twice, and then the well-balanced red and white stuff flowed out from his mouth and nose, followed the terrain, and flowed towards his companion who was still clutching his stomach and humming.

   Kick one person to death.

  Most of the depression in Dean's heart dissipated.

  He crouched down and groped from the dead man.

  Unfortunately, it seems to be worried that a prisoner like Dean will appear. The other party has no guns on him, not even a knife.

   "Fuck, you **** gay, let's do it with men who don't know how to do it!"

  Dean shook his hands in disgust, turned his head to look at the remaining pig-headed men, and showed a kind smile: "Dude, your companion, in a hurry, took a shortcut in life, you don't want to learn from him, do you?"

  Looking at his companion's blood all over the floor, the pig-headed man clutching his stomach and moaning shook his head frantically.

   "Very well, tell me, how many people are there?"

   "Eleven."

   "Tell me about your responsibilities."

The pig-headed man glanced at the camera parts that had fallen all over the floor in the aisle, took a hard breath, and said cooperatively: "Except for doctors, nurses and cooks, the rest of us don't have fixed jobs, and we mainly follow the supervisor's arrangement. "

   "You mean, all of your people are here?"

  Dean's ears trembled, and he got up slowly.

"Yes."

The masked man nodded: "We are the terminal, and the rest is to wait for the supervisor to arrange. If a customer is matched, a deliveryman will come over. At this time, the piglets in the corresponding cell will be sent to the doctor for sampling. Guarantee the freshness of the goods."

   Dean wanted to know more.

  Unfortunately, time does not allow.

  He nodded towards the masked man: "Although I know you are delaying time, thank you for your cooperation. As a thank you, how about I make a magic trick for you?"

What?

   What magic?

  Because he was lying on the ground, the pig-headed masked man had already sensed the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the entrance.

   That was the companion who rushed over after monitoring and found something was wrong.

  There is only one entrance and exit here!

   This guy is dead!

   But a bad feeling rushed into the heart of the pig-headed masked man.

  He looked at Dean stupidly, without any joy in his eyes that his companion was about to block Dean.

  Dean got up, and under the gaze of the man, he flipped his palm over, as if picking something out of space. On his wide palm, there was a black pistol that still smelled of gun oil.

   This pistol is gun-shaped, and the man with the pig's head mask knows it.

  Glock 17!

  He has one too.

  But whoever steps on the horse can tell himself!

  This **** who has been searched several times, where did he conjure up a pistol! !

   Valley crossing?

  You must know that even they, for the sake of safety, will never carry a gun after entering the pig cage, just to prevent the incident of snatching the gun from happening, resulting in passiveness.

  But the **** in front of him actually conjured a pistol out of thin air in front of his face!

  A man with a pig head mask, a little skeptical about life.

   They seem to have messed with someone they shouldn't have

"quick!"

   "Surround area 3, that **** didn't leave!"

  Amidst the noise, a group of people quickly approached the prison where Dean was.

   This group of people did not have the slightest sense of vigilance.

  Because they all know that this is an era of science.

  Even if that piggy did not know how to open the shackles that locked him and knocked down their companions, it was impossible to fight against the five or six guns in their hands.

soon.

  Led by the leader, a group of people blocked the corridor of Dean's prison.

  On the empty corridor, only fragments of a broken surveillance camera can be seen, paved all over the floor.

   Looking at the long white corridor.

  The lead man grasped the short punch in his hand, and knocked on the headset: "Are you sure he stayed in the room and didn't leave?"

"Sure!"

   "That guy only smashed two nearby surveillance cameras, but it didn't affect the surveillance in front of and behind the corridor, and the infrared warning equipment in other rooms didn't trigger. Unless he can dig holes, he must still be in the room!"

"knew!"

  The leading man waved his hand: "Monkey, go!"

  Although it is certain that the new piggy does not have a gun in his hand, the other party easily knocked down his two subordinates, so he is probably not an ordinary person.

For safety reasons.

  He is going to let cannon fodder find the way.

  Among the crowd, a thin Southeast Asian man was pushed up by his 'companion'.

  The face of the Southeast Asian man is somewhat similar to the Amanda that Dean killed before.

  He knew his status in the eyes of these white people, gritted his teeth, raised the pistol in his hand, and walked quickly towards the cell where Dean was.

   Along the way.

  Some of the imprisoned 'pigs' curled up in a circle, and most of them had no idea of ​​resistance to this sudden accident.

   It seems to be getting closer.

  A figure suddenly rushed out of Dean's cell!

  The Southeast Asian man is obviously nervous.

  Seeing a figure rushing out, it was too late to identify, so he raised his gun and shot.

   until the magazine is empty.

  He was shocked to find that the fallen man seemed to be his companion from the looks of his body.

  The Southeast Asian man cursed, and hurriedly took out a magazine from his waist to replace it, but a bullet pierced his head the moment the gunfire stopped.

  Dean stretched out his pistol along the shooting position, and shot the opponent in the head. Without any hesitation, he leaned out half of his body confidently, and shot in the direction of the gunshot.

   There were repeated screams.

  The group of gunmen who were hiding at the entrance, hesitant to approach, didn't realize what happened at all, so three fell down.

   That boss is the worst.

  He stood at the front and was the first unlucky guy to be knocked down by Dean's blind shot.

   Empty a magazine.

  Dean dropped the gun, and the pistol flew into the air and disappeared. At the same time, a Glock 17 with a full magazine reappeared in his hand, and continued to suppress fire, while consciously lowering the muzzle position.

   Until the screams disappear.

  Dean unhurriedly changed into a short dash again and walked out of the cell.

  In the long corridor, under the pale light, three or four corpses fell down, blood stained the area, and there was no movement.

   In the distance, traces of blood dragging can be seen.

   It should be that some important person was shot and dragged away by his subordinates.

   This is simply a group of rabble!

   "Hunting time!"

  Dean wore a pig's head mask, grinned ferociously, and strode towards the end of the corridor.

  Although he has already sent the location here to the FBI.

   But this did not affect Dean's anti-hunting pastime.

  The blood on the ground gave Dean guidance.

  The smell of fresh blood puts Dean in a relatively excited state. The blessing of his adrenal glands makes his five senses play to the extreme, like a ferocious beast in hunting. He has superhuman control and perception of the surrounding environment!

  He followed the bloodstains to the open door and paused.

  The body of a beast endowed him with almost extraordinary perception.

  A few meters away, two rapid heartbeats and the noise of air rushing in his chest poured into his ears.

   "The door is not closed."

  Dean shook his head, deliberately made heavy footsteps, and walked towards the door.

  Outside the door.

   The two short-breathing people subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the footsteps that had stopped and sounded again.

   With the sound of footsteps getting closer.

  They looked at each other, nodded, and at the same time leaned out suddenly, shooting wildly in front of them.

   Until half the magazine is emptied.

   Only one person exclaimed: "FK, where are people!!"

  He clearly heard footsteps, and he was approaching the door!

   But why did people disappear?

at this time.

  A whistle sounded from overhead.

  The two people who ceased fire raised their heads subconsciously.

   What greeted them was a short but capable muzzle.

   da da da ~

   Accompanied by a rush of bullets pouring down.

  The two little Karami who stayed in ambush slowly fell down with their eyes wide open.

   Get rid of the two of them.

  Dean let go of his arm grabbing the edge of the wall above his head and fell to the ground.

   Get out of the building.

  He discovered that this place seemed to be a certain farm.

  There are several sets of mixed wood and cement buildings nearby, and the blood on the ground also points to the latest and strongest cement building inside.

  The rest of the people should have gone there.

  On the top of the building, you can also see a reinforced prototype platform.

   That's where the helicopter stops.

   If you guessed right.

   This group of people, in that building, dismembered the victim's organs precisely, and then transported them by helicopter immediately, and sent them to a private hospital or underground black clinic that is not far away and designated for cooperation!

  Dean was in no hurry.

  He first rushed to the nearest building, climbed up in twos and twos, and looked around.

  In the distance, you can see the tight fence and the thick iron gate, turning this place into a private territory that is difficult for outsiders to spy on.

  Through the fence, you can see the sparse woods and a dirt path further away.

  Dean guessed that this might be some rural place.

   He looked back.

  The place I just came out of occupies a large area, but the large number of sewage ditches reveals the fact that this place used to be a livestock breeding place.

   These people really treat the victims as animals that can be slaughtered at will.

  Dean silently put on a new magazine, and followed the blood stains towards the concrete building in front of him.

   A few days later.

   "Boss Dean, the rest of the people have all been arrested."

  Cheston, looking at Dean worriedly.

"I know."

  Dean put down the newspaper in his hand.

  He knew about it earlier than Cheston.

  Because this morning, he received feedback from the panel: [Detect organ smuggling gangs, plus 1200 experience points, L20→L21, attribute points +1, skill points +2]

   This case is huge.

  Even after breaking the limit, Dean's experience points for solving crimes were greatly reduced, but this time he still broke through four-digit gains.

   After the panel limit is broken, upgrade to a level and give a little more skill points.

  Dean was about to study it, but Cheston rushed over to report the news.

  Seeing the indifferent look on Dean's face.

  Cheston was even more worried about Dean's state at the moment.

  He organized the language and comforted: "Boss, this case not only involves a certain local gangster family, but also involves a very powerful person in the local area behind the scenes.

  The members of the gangster family have been killed by you, the boss.

  But that powerful person doesn't have enough evidence to take him down.

  FBI also let you undergo psychological testing and temporary detention to protect you”

   "Okay, a bunch of nonsense, you go out!"

   Dean interrupted Chessington's chatter.

  Yes, he is now in a restricted state.

  There are people watching at the door 24 hours a day.

   Every day, different psychologists come to conduct psychological tests on him.

  This process will continue until someone from the headquarters arrives.

  The root cause is Dean's killing spree.

   At the organ farm, he almost killed the people inside.

  Although he is wearing the skin of an FBI agent, under the pressure of the people behind the organ farm, and no one to help withstand the pressure, Dean has become the current situation.

  Dean estimates that he will most likely be on vacation.

   When Cheston went out.

  Dean closed his eyes: "Panel!"

  “【Violent Detective Panel】

  Character: Dean

   Level: 21 (0/4000)

   Spirit: 15 (Locked)

   Strength: 15

   Speed: 15

   Stamina: 15

  Skills: Pistol proficiency, ancient Muay Thai proficiency, Akaz school-mind reading L3, trace tracking L3, beast taming L1, slightly (click to open).

  Characteristics: The body of a beast!

   Subspace: 2 cubic meters

  Attribute points: 1

  Skill Points: 4

  Completed cases: omitted. "

  After the panel broke the limit, it was the first time that Dean let go of his hands and started killing.

   Although the opponent is a group of rabble.

   But he also realized his perversion for the first time.

   For example, Body of the Beast!

  He originally thought that he just described himself as being as powerful as a human-shaped beast, but he didn't expect that after entering the excited fighting state, he would have that beast-like perception, coupled with his own powerful brain.

  Sounds, smells, and various information within a few meters, naturally form a three-dimensional picture in the brain.

   The effect is almost equivalent to perspective.

  Dean is an honest man.

   Open is open.

  He admitted.

  Through this battle, Dean also realized for the first time that he is powerful.

   To some extent, this can already be regarded as an extraordinary method.

and

   This upgrade is also critical!

  Because this is the first upgrade after the panel limit was broken.

   Dean also has attribute points again.

  He is looking forward to what miraculous effect there will be after the three attributes of constitution break through 15 points!

   Throwback?