Chapter 92 The Carmen family must die!

   "Huh~"

  A sound of surprise came from above the head.

  Dean's ears moved slightly, and he quietly poked the pistol out of the hiding place, toward the top of the head where the sound came from, shook slightly, and pulled the trigger.

   bang bang bang~

  Seven bullets in a row, covering the area above the head.

  The violent gunfire roared like bamboo and wood exploding, and the sound echoed endlessly in the underground parking lot.

   Overhead.

  A figure wearing a white mask, with only one mouth exposed, touched the top of his scorched head, and cold sweat broke out from his back.

  If he hadn't shrunk his head so fast, he would have definitely been headshot just now!

   Below this bastard.

  The hearing is so sensitive, and it's very doggy. He emptied the magazine in an instant, and he looked like a killer than him!

   Hear the feedback of bullet impact.

  Dean knew that he had missed a hit, so he immediately replaced it with a new magazine, and a sneaky shock bomb appeared in his left hand.

   Just when he was about to pull out the safety buckle and give the other party a surprise.

   A mechanical voice came from above: "I am Annan's elder brother Anbei. I only wanted to cooperate with you when I came to you. The steel needle just aimed at you'bigu'. I didn't mean any harm."

  When Dean was about to launch an attack in the direction of the sound, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

  The position and direction are wrong.

  The previous movement came from the right side above the head.

  The current voice is a little to the left.

   Above the parking lot, it is made of light steel similar to pipes.

   Once moved, there will be a slight crunching sound.

  So the current sound is likely to belong to the conduction of electronic equipment placed in advance.

  Think here.

  Dean counted the time when the guards arrived, and delayed: "Annan's brother? You mean, the deceased who made false certificates not long ago?"

   Take care of you Annan Anbei!

  Dare to attack me, don’t think about leaving today!

   "Yes." Anbei paused, glanced at the video equipment in his hand, and sped up his speech: "Someone is coming, I know you are confused, but don't worry, I."

  He didn't notice that an inconspicuous small blade protruded from the support column where Dean was hiding.

next moment.

   Anbei, who was going to make an appointment to talk next time, was talking when he saw a round yo-yo flying in front of him.

  Why does this thing look like a shock bomb?

  He just had this thought.

   bang~

   Light and sound waves, bang

   There was a snap.

  Dean let go of his ears, held the blade again and looked out, only to see a thin and small figure fell to the ground, motionless.

   This distance.

   There is no protection.

  Even if the shock bomb does not have the lethality of the shock bomb, it is still not something that flesh and blood can resist.

   Taking advantage of the guards at the police station, they arrived before hearing the sound.

Dean put away his pistol, rushed to Anbei, handcuffed his hands behind his back, took out a bunch of scattered tools from him, carried him into the trunk of the car, and finally cleaned up Dropped shell casings and wreckage of stun bombs.

   Do it all.

  Dean came to the trunk and ripped off the mask on An Bei's face.

  Under the mask was a rather delicate face, similar to the Annan he had seen before, but the corners of the eyes were narrower and longer, making it look colder.

   Regarding the appearance of Anbei.

  Dean was quite unexpected.

  He didn't expect that after Anbei found Harry, he found himself again inexplicably.

   Just right.

  Dean is also curious about whether the Carmen family behind Snetter is the mastermind behind Las Vegas.

   This is related to the safety of yourself and your family!

   Anbei might be able to provide some useful information.

  After the interrogation, it's not too late to deal with him.

  Dean was thinking about how he would explain the reason for the shooting to the guards later, and at the same time closed the trunk door lock.

next moment.

  A message flashed across Dean's mind: [The attack on Lincoln Farm was solved, experience value +3000, L7→L9, attribute point +2, skill point +2]

   Dean: ? ? ?

  He thought it rained for nothing today.

   After all, those mercenaries didn't enter the farm, and I don't know how many of them ran away when the situation was not good, let alone Anbei behind them.

  The surprise came too suddenly.

  An Beiyi was arrested.

  The case was solved immediately.

   This means that the escaped mercenaries were also dealt with

   Pata~

  The sound of dense footsteps interrupted Dean's thoughts.

  He quickly raised his hand and looked towards the entrance: "Guys, take it easy, I'm Detective Dean from the Robbery and Murder Division!"

  The voice fell.

  Four strong men with guns came into view.

Because Dean opened his mouth in advance to show his identity, the four guards relaxed after confirming that there was no one around the parking lot: "We heard gunshots, including a loud bang, Detective Dean, can you explain What's going on here?"

  The leading guard pointed to the bullet holes above his head.

Dean showed bitterness: "I'm sorry, I participated in a rather intense battle today, and I was quite nervous when I came back. As a result, when I opened the door, I heard the movement and thought there was someone behind me, so I subconsciously shot me. I don't know how to describe it, but my mind is a little messed up."

  He said so.

  Even if someone finds out that Anbei made some organs and electronic equipment on it, he will have an excuse.

  And this underground parking lot, because it is in the police station, only some locations at the entrance and exit have cameras, so even if they suspect it, they don't know what really happened just now.

   Fortunately, the guards were not suspicious.

  Because they also know what happened today.

   Dean in front of him looked young.

   It is a normal situation to have some sequelae of fierce battles.

  The police detective who asked the question said with some pity: "Detective Dean, we understand your situation. If possible, you'd better go to a psychiatrist as soon as possible to adjust your emotions."

   "I have the same idea." Dean reached out his hand and took out a stack of loose bills from his pocket: "Anyway, guys, I'm sorry to cause you trouble. This is to ask you to drink to make amends."

   As he spoke, he forced the several hundred dollars into the hands of the leading guard.

"this"

  He looked at his companion with some hesitation.

  Dean shrugged: "This matter is very embarrassing. If it weren't for my lack of energy, I would like to buy you a drink directly. I just hope that you can keep today's matter a secret."

   Several people looked at each other.

  The lead guard laughed: "Everyone is immature, we will keep our mouth shut, Detective Dean, go back earlier, if it is really impossible, I can also ask Amo to drive you back."

  Amo in his mouth is the only Asian among the four, a Vietnamese immigrant.

  Many of this group like to be a policeman in the United States.

  Dean naturally refused.

   Say a few words of pleasantries.

  Under the watchful eyes of several people, he started the car and left the police station.

  Los Angeles in November is rainy and slightly cold.

  Under the heavy rain, the streets were a little more dead silent than before.

  Some homeless men huddled on the corner of the street, with several layers of newspapers on their bodies, and the addicts who were often seen in the past have long since disappeared, and they don’t know where to hide to get high.

  The identity switch between them and the tramp is often confused.

  Occasionally, you can see some patrolling police cars parked outside the 24-hour convenience store. The police officers in the cars are chatting and laughing with their colleagues, eating donuts and being lazy.

   This is their rare leisure time.

  Dean drove the car and patrolled round and round in the deserted streets, regretting that he hadn't rented the house in advance.

  Now I want to take Anbei to a suitable place for interrogation, but I can't find it.

  Hey, it’s all aftereffects of eating soft meals.

   "It's a pity that Neil is still in Las Vegas, otherwise I wouldn't have to worry so much."

  Dean sighed in his heart, glanced at the motionless figure in the rearview mirror, sneered, and drove the car into an alley that he had chosen long ago.

  He has identified the patrol police in this jurisdiction and is slacking off.

   Short period of time.

  It will be quieter here.

   Stop and turn off the engine.

  Dean patted the window: "Don't pretend, you woke up two minutes ago."

This car is probably considered for some users who like to shake in the car. The rear seat and the compartment are connected with each other. Just press the button lightly, and the chair in the rear seat will fall to the rear compartment and become a A comfy little bed.

   Anbei was woken up by Dean, and he squirmed up awkwardly, leaning against the back of the car, and said coldly: "I didn't mean to hurt you from the beginning to the end, what do you want now?"

   "Why did you follow me?"

  Dean couldn't understand why Anbei suddenly attacked him and said he wanted to cooperate with him because he had no intersection with that Annan.

   "Because I need help." Anbei said helplessly: "I was cleaning up those remaining mercenaries, but when I saw you make a move, I thought you were a talent, so I wanted to test it out and see if I could win you over."

   Clean up the remaining mercenaries?

   Dean suddenly realized.

   No wonder the panel closed the case as soon as I caught An Bei.

  Because of the farm attack, Anbei is the only one left alive.

  This guy looks so handsome, but he didn't expect his heart to be so dark.

   After all, everyone is dead.

   You don't have to pay the balance.

  Even if the balance is only one-third of 100 million US dollars, it is not a small sum.

  Dean made up his mind: to get the information he wanted, and to squeeze out Anbei's value by the way, he would kill the other party.

   Anbei didn't know that he had become a dead person in Dean's heart.

  He is still trying to convince Dean: "As long as you help me, I can not only give you money that will last you a lifetime, but also help you do three things."

   "What do you need me to do for you?"

"Kill all the people in the Carmen family!" Anbei's eyes were cold and stern: "The tradition of my old An family is to repay every kindness and revenge! Now that they prevent me from taking revenge, I have to destroy the roadblock first. The Carmen family, and kill those two **** who killed my brother!"

  Dean sneered: "The Carmen family is a hidden noble family in Los Angeles. Just because you have nothing to prove, I will risk everything to help you. Do you deserve it?"

   "You have no choice!"

  Anbei squirmed his handcuffed wrist: "I came to you, besides your skill, there is another very important reason."

   "Tell me."

   "We have a common enemy!", Anbei shook his hand slightly, and his hands behind him broke free from the handcuffs.

Seeing that Dean hadn't moved, he miraculously pulled out a crumpled note from the searched body and threw it at Dean: "This is the information I found by accident when I was investigating the Carmen family. You After reading it, if you still don’t want to cooperate with me, I accept my fate!”

   After An Bei finished speaking, he did not act rashly.

  He has seen Dean's skill like a cheetah, and knows that without tools in hand, he is definitely not the opponent of the little boy in front of him!

   Seeing that he was honest, Dean picked up the note and quickly read it.

   A moment.

  He shredded the ball of paper, his eyes were full of awe!

  The Carmen family must die!

   Thanks to the book friend '20221109001109169' for the reward of 1,500 book coins, thank you boss.

Thanks to the six book friends of 'Zhaocaijinbao', 'Yan Qingya', 'I don't like cats', 'Mosey Budd', 'Health and happiness 2022', 'Black Modinger 123', thank you Six bosses.

   Good night, brothers.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)