Chapter 159 Mike Smith's Back-Up Plan! (Major Revision)

Chapter 159 Mike Smith's back-up plan! (Major revision)

"I think you should lie in the ward and take good care of your body now." Harry looked at the injured Dean with some worry, trying to persuade him not to work so hard!

A few thousand yuan a month.

What's the point of risking your life!

Harry was afraid of death, and didn't want Dean, who was almost killed by the explosion, to continue to take risks to investigate this case.

"Do you dare to bet that group of lunatics will not continue to attack us and our families?"

Dean raised his head, smiled coldly, and clenched his fists: "Harry, remember, life must be in your own hands, people must rely on themselves!"

What a bullshit FBI!

Dean can guarantee that as long as that group of high-IQ perverts show their value, then the FBI will choose to recruit them without hesitation and use them for their own use!

He will never allow such a thing to happen!

Harry looked at Dean, who was full of murderous intent, licked his lips, and said hesitantly: "But we don't even know how many of them there are or where they are hiding."

"Someone knows!"

After that, Dean put away his gun, closed his eyes, and took the time to rest.

Mike Smith's villa estate.

After a few days.

Dean and his friend met the sturdy nanny Ona again.

In just a few days.

She looked much older and a little dull, as if she had been greatly stimulated. She was completely different from the cheerfulness when they first met.

Dean noticed.

Ona showed obvious resistance to their arrival this time: "I told you everything I knew last time, what else do you want?"

"I want to go into Mike Smith's room!" Dean said straight to the point.

"No!" Ona refused without thinking!

Dean nodded: "Then I want to talk to Little Mike alone."

"No"

Oona just opened her mouth, and the black, straight and hard gun barrel filled her mouth, blocking her words that she wanted to refuse.

Dean looked at the female warrior coldly: "The source of pain organization created by Mike Smith has caused more than a hundred people to die directly or indirectly.

That group of perverts found many underage children to brainwash and trained them to be tools without bottom line.

We must find them as soon as possible, and there is no time to waste with you.

Understand?"

Oona licked the cold gun barrel in her mouth, took a step back, and spit out the gun barrel.

There was no fear on her face, and her tone was still decisive: "No, unless you can get the prosecutor or the chief justice to issue documents, I have the right to refuse your request!"

Who are you trying to scare!

She didn't believe Dean dared to really shoot!

The next moment!

Bang bang bang~

Seven bullets poured out, hitting Oona's huge body and making it retreat again and again, shaking constantly.

She looked at Dean and the pistol in his hand, still smoking, blankly, without saying a word, and slammed it heavily on the floor, causing the whole hall to tremble slightly.

Looking at her dead body with eyes wide open.

Dean replaced the new magazine expressionlessly.

I gave you face!

Power?

You have the power to refuse!

I also have the power to kill you!

All beings are equal in front of my pistol!

"Harry, you stay outside!"

Dean gave a simple order and walked towards the stairs.

"No problem!"

Harry raised his middle finger at Ona's body.

This woman actually discriminated against him last time. If he didn't think he couldn't win, he would have let Ona look good last time!

Dean helped him vent his anger this time.

Harry hummed rap and walked towards the door of the villa.

He was used to Dean's wild style of doing things.

Give him a chance and don't.

The next time he speaks.

Dean always shoots directly!

No dragging and wasting time.

Mike Smith's villa has four floors.

The third floor is Mike Smith's residence, and the fourth floor is the library, where Mike Smith's son with autism often stays.

After thinking for a while.

Dean went to the third floor first.

The door on the third floor was locked.

But this thing can only protect against gentlemen, not Dean's size 44 big feet!

There was a loud bang.

The door bounced open!

Dean patted his trouser legs and walked in.

It was different from what he expected.

Mike Smith's residence had no furniture, no books, and nothing that Dean guessed. It was empty, except for a very conspicuous wooden table in the middle of the corridor.

Dean walked to the table and found that it was a map of Los Angeles. Next to the map, there was a stack of letter paper with scribbled handwriting.

"Wow, Mike Smith, did he predict his own death before?"

Dean licked his dehydrated lips and picked up the stack of letter paper:

Hello, stranger!

I'm Mike Smith.

When you see this letter, I should be dead!

I have done many wrong things.

But these sins should not be left to my son to bear, so I asked Ona to contact the police immediately after I disappeared and report it to the police.

Of course, I didn't believe her, so I just lied to her: I planted a lot of trap bombs on the third floor. If those crazy people show up, I will threaten them with this and then call the police.

If this has caused you trouble.

I'm sorry.

"Huh?"

Seeing this, Dean frowned.

Oona, who was beaten to pieces by him, obviously did not listen to Mike Smith's words, but stopped himself from going in to check after Mike Smith disappeared!

This woman, there is something wrong!

Dean guessed that Oona might also be a member of the source of pain, but because the energy of that group of people was attracted by himself and Harry, they did not deal with the villa.

Also because of Mike Smith's deception.

Oona did not dare to come to the third floor, so that the things left by Mike Smith remained intact.

But there is one thing that does not make sense.

Because Mike Smith's son, little Mike, is a sickly child who can't take care of himself, why would those crazy people keep him?

With doubts.

Dean turned the page and continued to read:

The misfortune of childhood caused my twisted desires.

My lover died.

Little Mike also suffers from congenital emotional deficiency.

I lost my emotional support.

So I couldn't help but do some wrong things to release my distortion and tyranny that had nowhere to go, and made myself the master of a group of innocent children.

I enjoyed the abnormal joy of controlling the bodies and minds of those children.

But something unfortunate happened.

My son, Little Mike, has talents I have never seen before: absolute calmness, photographic memory, and super-fast learning and comprehension ability!

Can you imagine a six-year-old child who easily completed the basic subject education from "enlightenment to university"?

If these talents appear in a normal child, it must be a gift from God!

But for a child with emotional deficiency and an underdeveloped brain, it is equivalent to letting a pony be a locomotive, which is tantamount to suicide!

I tried my best, but only maintained Little Mike's basic survival.

He had needles inserted all over his body to maintain brain consumption.

I was in pain!

This situation was not relieved until I taught Little Mike to build his own memory palace to reduce the pressure on his brain.

But as he grew older.

He was like a robot. Apart from being interested in knowledge, he communicated less and less with me. In the end, we didn't say a word for several days.

I knew he wanted to regain his missing emotional perception ability, so I started to help him more wholeheartedly, collecting all kinds of knowledge, helping him build a laboratory, and even taking him to conduct some basic biological experiments.

I can see it.

My baby son just lacks emotional perception, not a real machine. He also has his own desires and desires.

Just like a blind person.

He can't see the colorful world, but by groping, he can also know the approximate shape of objects. It's just that he has no concept of the scenery described by others.

This makes me very happy.

Because through my careful teaching, little Mike can pretend to live like a normal person if he wants, but he thinks it's a waste of time to communicate with people with low IQ.

So many times, he is like an autistic child, living only in his own world.

The content of the second page of the letter paper stops here.

Dean touched his chin.

It seems that Mike Smith likes this son very much.

And is there really such a wicked child in the world?

Dean, whose spiritual attribute is as high as 13 points, is very smart and expressed some disbelief.

He turned to the next page of the letter paper with anticipation:

All this is beautiful.

When Little Mike was eight years old, it was over!

I discovered something very fatal.

Out of control!

Those children I tamed lost control when they grew up!

They had their own ideas!

Damn it!

Those who play with people's hearts will be bitten back by their hearts!

I just wanted to satisfy my twisted and ugly desires by reviving the slogan of "Source of Pain", but those bastards took it seriously!

They began to secretly bring some black homeless children back to the base to train, brainwash, and train, and even talked about forming a school clique in the future and letting these children join the army when they grow up.

At most ten years.

The Source of Pain organization will rise again, and put on a skin to become a legal evil organization!

I was very scared and a little excited.

At that moment.

I had a chance to end the next nightmare.

But greed made me completely lose the opportunity.

My fate was doomed on that day four years ago.

On January 1, 2001, I received their "notice": my son Little Mike was twelve years old and could be baptized by the organization!

This group of lunatics actually wanted Little Mike to follow the same path as me!

I absolutely would not allow this to happen!

Of course.

I dared not not go.

In order to win their trust.

I brought Little Mike and Baga to the secret base.

Baga is a Japanese Akita dog. I originally used it to entertain Little Mike, but he was obviously not interested in creatures with low IQ.

Instead, this dog became a pet to entertain Ona.

In order to protect Little Mike.

I asked him to cooperate with me and put on a play, and then did some cruel things to Baga, leaving those bloody torture instruments.

Everything went well.

I buried Baga under a big tree.

After returning.

Ona was still sad for a few days because of Baga's "disappearance".

Until today

January 16, I received their invitation.

They discovered my little trick.

I know that I will most likely die.

So I left these things behind.

If I don't come back.

Please make sure to clear the source of pain and protect my son Little Mike!

He is really smart and simple-minded. As long as you promise to help him regain his lost emotional perception ability for guidance, he will help you.

If you are a member of the source of pain.

Then it is probably Oona who has a problem.

Promise me.

Don't hurt that child.

He won't mind if you kill me as his father.

For guidance.

Little Mike is your best helper!

Don't hurt him!!!

So far, the third piece of letter paper has also come to an end.

You can see it.

When Mike Smith wrote these contents, his emotions were in an unstable state, so that the three pieces of letter paper were tattered and often had scratches.

But the content is still coherent.

To sum up, there are two points.

First: The source of pain is a toy that Mike Smith made because of some abnormal desires, and it was finally backfired.

This is similar to what the female member who was burned to death by Dean said before.

Second: Little Mike is a genius with emotional deficiency.

Dean twisted his stiff neck.

He became interested in Little Mike.

But the most urgent thing is to destroy the people of the Source of Pain without giving them time to react!

Dean put the letter in his arms and looked at the map beside him.

This is a map of a town in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

On the map, the town church was circled with a red pen and a "human figure on the cross with thorns" that Dean was very familiar with was drawn.

Obviously, this place is the secret base of Mike Smith and others.

Next to the map, there is also a photo album.

Dean picked up the photo album and opened it. He found that in addition to the photo of the church, there was also a topographic map of the interior, including the outer room, the underground secret room unknown to outsiders, and the prison.

In addition to these.

The rest are photos of men and women.

On the back of the photo, the detailed information of the corresponding person and the time of joining the "Source of Pain" were written.

There are a total of 37 people here, including the man who detonated the explosives before, the woman who pretended to be the FBI, and the woman who was burned to death by herself in the hospital.

In other words.

There are still 34 remaining members of the "Source of Pain"!

Very good!

The map and the target are all there!

Dean put these things away, looked up at the ceiling, and turned to leave.

For Little Mike.

He is somewhat interested.

But destroying the "Source of Pain" organization is put first!

Outside the house.

Harry and a group of community security guards are confronting each other with guns drawn.

Four unfamiliar patrolmen stand between them and try to appease them, but it doesn't work very well.

As soon as Dean came out, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, ran to Dean, and muttered: "Man, these security guards don't care that I'm a detective. If the brothers from the branch hadn't come, I would have been arrested."

Dean nodded.

This is not Harry's fault, but the security guards in many high-end communities often don't care much about the police.

He clapped his hands: "I am Inspector Dean from the Detective Bureau. The nanny of this house is suspected of killing the owner. During the interrogation, she tried to attack the police and was shot dead on the spot. Guys, keep watch here. Don't let anyone in before the forensic department arrives!"

Several patrolmen from the branch, who had obviously heard of Dean's name, came forward to greet him warmly, and then stood guard outside the gate.

Obviously, they were also unhappy with these hairy security guards.

The security guards saw this, and one of them came forward to negotiate, but was immediately locked in by Dean's cold eyes: "Dude, you are only wearing a security uniform, not a police uniform. I have given you a reason to shirk it, don't ask for trouble!"

The security chief's scalp was slightly numb when he was looked at by Dean's eyes.

This unscrupulous look made him almost think that he had returned to the gray era when the police and criminals were indistinguishable and colluded with each other.

He exhaled, waved to the brothers behind him, and turned away.

He drove away the community security.

Dean whispered in Harry's ear: "You stay here, take the brothers from the branch to guard, wait for Holtz to come and take over here, and keep an eye on the children upstairs."

"No problem, what about you?"

Dean took the car keys from Harry's hand and smiled: "Go to the airport to pick up some friends from New York, and take them to clean up some garbage!"

The original text is 2400 words.

After the major revision, it is 4400 words. The price does not increase with the increase in quantity. It is still charged at 2400 words.

Thanks to the book friend 'passerby.' for the reward of 666 book coins, and thanks to the boss!