Chapter 256: Li Dai Tao Jiang, Upgrade

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

But most of those 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.

This kind of community gathered by race, small conflicts over arrests are not uncommon in the United States.

Carlo was nervous and quickened his pace against the crowd.

It was about a hundred meters into the community.

A number of police cars appeared in front of him.

Several patrolmen were busy carrying two companions who were groaning in pain and stuffing them into the police car. It seemed that they were shot and were going to be sent to the hospital.

However, the two injured patrolmen should not be in danger of life, otherwise they would not be so energetic when they were howling.

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

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

The door of the house was broken and there were many bullet holes left.

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

This man is Dean!

Suspicion flashed in Carlo's eyes.

Judging from the situation, the suspect was blocked at home by the patrol police and wanted to rush out, but was finally shot dead by Boss Dean.

But Boss Dean didn't seem happy?

Carlo guessed right.

Dean is really upset now.

Because after killing the suspect Park Bulong, the detective panel did not send the information of closing the case.

This means.

Either there are criminals who have not been discovered in the miniature model murder case!

Or the hot girl tricked him!

This Park Bulong is simply a smoke bomb, a cannon fodder to help the real miniature model killer escape!

Both possibilities are possible.

But Dean had checked the body that he had shot in the head.

The other person's appearance was indeed the Park Bulong that he had seen on the computer before.

But this guy's hands were rough and full of calluses. He looked like someone who often spent time at the shooting range. His finger bones were thick and he looked uncaring. It was unlikely that he was a real miniature model.

So Dean guessed that this guy was just a smoke bomb!

How could he feel good about this?

"Boss Dean, are you okay?"

Carlo came up.

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

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

Since the case was closed, why did Boss Dean still look like someone owed him money?

Dean glared at Carlo: "Are you not happy that the case is closed?"

Carlo shook his head quickly:

"No, I just think it's a good thing that you found it quickly, otherwise if any of us came, even if we found the Foreign Trade Building, we would be misled by the surveillance and let the murderer who was hiding in Mrs. Jin's Department Store Foreign Trade Company go, and we would also alert the other party and let him run away."

This is the truth.

You can see it from the scene.

If the patrolman had arrived a little later, Park Bulong, who was lying in a pool of blood, would have run away.

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

After asking about the injured patrolman, he made a phone call to confirm that the body of the hot girl had been taken back to the FBI office by Cheston, and then drove away alone to the Los Angeles FBI office where Cheston was.

The FBI has offices on all continents in the United States.

This office is similar to the detective bureau. Depending on the economic situation of the state, there are dozens of staff stationed in each office.

Most of these staff members are responsible for logistics, intelligence and other functions, and a few are agents and senior agents on the field.

Because of the counterfeit case some time ago.

In this inconspicuous office, the remaining people are some office staff, and the originally inconspicuous Cheston has become the only active agent here.

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

The office is short of staff now.

If someone really attacks, this place is actually not as safe as the detective bureau.

Fortunately, Dean just called.

This matter should be over!

Thinking of this.

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

He glanced at the other party's body with some regret, took out a cigarette, took out a lighter, and prepared to use nicotine to relieve his somewhat impatient mood.

Click~

The sound of the lighter echoed in the huge office.

Huh~

Chestyn exhaled a puff of smoke, relaxed his body, leaned back on the soft chair, squinted his eyes, and felt the quietness and loneliness of the Los Angeles office now.

"No!"

"Quiet!!!"

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

Chestyn opened his eyes suddenly.

The next moment.

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

Ruined.

the other side.

Dean stepped on the accelerator to 120 yards and rushed to the FBI's Los Angeles office as quickly as possible.

He didn't come here just to find the body of a hot girl and whip her body.

No matter whether the other party tricked them in the end.

Everyone is dead, and there is no point in worrying about this anymore.

He came here to use the authority of the intelligence system here to obtain the most authentic employee information of Mrs. Jin's 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 exports a large number of spies every year.

The former director of the Commercial Building, Yingdi, made Dean realize that the FBI might have been monitoring this kind of place to prevent spies from other countries from infiltrating.

Then they should also have detailed information about companies leasing offices.

It has only been a few days since the Miniature Killer and Hot Girl appeared in Los Angeles. I am afraid that the two people have been in contact for even less time, and it is unlikely that they will have time to create so many smoke bombs.

Li Daitao is more likely to be stiff.

This means that the employee information on the computer in the foreign trade office of Mrs. Jin’s Department Store is fake. The stick-minded man I met downstairs in the building before who was rushing back to the office to get documents also has a problem!

It's probably hard to find people.

It also takes a lot of time to go back and check the information and distinguish whether it is true or false.

This is also the fundamental reason why Dean did not return to the Trade Building, but went directly to the FBI to look for employee information of the "Mrs. King's 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 inconspicuous six-story building.

Outside the courtyard, there is a sentry box.

The door is an electric sliding door.

If it weren't for the address provided by Cheston, anyone who saw this building on the edge of the community at first glance would have thought that this should be the headquarters of a small company.

Come to the door.

Through the glass of the guard box, Dean found the security guard inside, lying on the table, seemingly sleeping.

He was just about to knock on the glass to alert the other party that someone was coming.

Sudden.

Dean's pupils narrowed.

Something's wrong!

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

But from the moment he saw the security guard inside, until now, the other party's body didn't move at all, which was obviously abnormal!

Eliminate the opponent is a master of long breathing.

Then there is only one answer.

The other party is a dead person!

Dean realized this and glanced at the cameras rolling outside from the corner of his eye. He knocked on the glass calmly, then waited for a few seconds before pretending to be unhappy, cursing and turning around to leave.

Until it is out of the monitoring range.

Only then did he take out his cell phone and call for support.

The conditions inside are unknown.

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

Moreover, I had only contacted Cheston before, and did not feel anything strange about the other party at that time, which meant that no changes had been discovered here at that time.

Just over twenty minutes.

Here's the problem.

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

at this time.

Inside the building, a strong man wearing a wolf mask looked away from the surveillance camera and said urgently to the communication device hanging on his shoulder: "Hound, someone just approached and left. Unsure of the identity, please hurry up!"

Zila~

"knew!"

Accompanied by electronic noise, a female voice responded unhappily.

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

The camera rolls.

office.

Next to the hot girl's body, Chessington, who had been stripped naked, had his limbs fixed with wood, and was in a kneeling position, groaned feebly.

Blood kept dripping from his face and chest, turning him into a bloody man.

In any case, he never expected that someone could quietly invade the FBI's premises and clean out everyone here!

Even though this is just a branch, security is weak.

But standing behind them is the behemoth FBI!

This is a group of reckless lunatics!

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

A dog-face mask came over: "I originally wanted you to enjoy the fear of death a little bit, but there is not enough time. Now apologize to my sister, and I can make your death a little more pleasant!"

Cheston raised his bloody face: "You are provoking the authority of the FBI. I am waiting for you to accompany me below!"

"majesty?"

The dog-faced masked woman seemed to have heard a big joke and quietly took off her mask: "Chessington, you will only end up on the list of those killed 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 the other person!

Or!

At the opponent's hands, he learned how to become a qualified FBI cannon fodder agent!

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

How could such a person who used to be an FBI instructor suddenly become a frenzied terrorist?

"Why?"

Facing the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, Cheston ignored the blood flowing into his eyes, as if questioning the dog-faced masked woman in front of him, and also as if questioning this world where black and white are difficult to distinguish.

"No reason, apologize. Although I don't like my sister, this is not a reason for you to kill her!"

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

Cheston was startled and was about to speak.

Suddenly.

Woo woo woo~

Outside the building, the sirens sounded.

The dog-faced masked woman's communication device also heard a man's low curse: "FK, we are exposed, hound, you haven't finished yet, the two of us must detonate here and evacuate!"

"FK!"

The dog-faced masked woman didn't care to continue to torture Cheston. She raised the gun in her hand and wanted to shoot, but in the moment of distraction, Chesdian seized the opportunity and spit a mouthful of blood into the woman's eyes. At the same time, he opened his big mouth and pounced on the woman's gun hand and bit it hard.

Screams rang out.

The woman was in pain, and with her other hand, she elbowed Cheston's head crazily.

But Cheston knew that if he let go, he would die. Even if he felt his head was about to explode, his consciousness began to blur, and his teeth seemed to be printed on the woman's palm, he didn't relax at all.

The man in charge of monitoring realized that something was wrong.

He pressed the timing device, grabbed a short gun, and rushed to the office on the floor where the hound was.

The man just went out.

A big hand, like a ghost, stretched out from the door that had just opened, just grabbed the neck of the strong man who rushed out of the door, and suddenly bent it.

There was a loud bang.

The eyes under the mask of the strong man widened, and a stream of blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth unwillingly, and he simply died.

Dean left the body of the strong man.

He took advantage of the arrival of the supporting police to attract attention here, avoided the surveillance from the side, lurked in, and thought about controlling the monitoring room first, but he didn't expect that he heard the man's next words as soon as he came.

If there were only two people.

This time, I can pick up an experience point for free.

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

In the monitoring room, a video recording device was set up, aimed at a countdown timer, and there was an inverted cross on the side, which was the organizational logo of the Holy Kingdom of Heaven that Dean had seen before.

This is a standard terrorist organization behavior!

First, create a big explosion, then release the video, announce that it was done by XX, hit the face of the American government, and expand its international influence.

Dean couldn't understand why he was involved in such excessive things when he was just solving a case!

There were more than nine minutes on the countdown.

If it was according to the plot in the movie, such a long time would be enough to defuse a dozen bombs, let alone several time bombs, even timed nuclear bombs.

But reality is not a movie.

In fact, most bomb defusing is more appropriately described as detonation.

Even the most experienced bomb disposal experts have a success rate of only 50%!

Because every bomb defusing is a gamble of life!

Dean doesn't know how to defuse bombs.

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

After determining that there were more than nine minutes before the bomb detonated, he confirmed through the monitoring screen in the room that the remaining people were on the fifth floor, and rushed upstairs quickly.

There was only one intruder left.

Dean was reluctant to give up this experience pack.

Upstairs, the dog-faced masked woman had beaten Cheston to the point of rolling his eyes, but she still did not tear the other's mouth off her right hand.

Accompanied by the warning sound of the police loudspeaker downstairs.

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

As soon as the voice fell.

Dong~

The door was kicked open.

The dog-faced masked woman was delighted.

The next moment.

Bang~

A huge force hit her forehead, causing her head to tilt back and bringing everything into darkness.

At the same time.

Two pieces of information flashed through Dean's mind:

[Killed the insider FBI agent, solved the fake terrorist attack case, experience +1000, level: 19 (3200/3600)]

[Killed the elder of the Lucifer Game Organization - Double Hounds, solved the California "Desperate Hunger Games" in advance, experience +3000, level 20 (2600/3800), attribute points +1, skill points +1]

Dean: ? ? ?

This chapter is from yesterday.

The dog thief is a little entangled now.

I want to wait for the blocked chapter to be released, and then copy the content to be updated today to that chapter, otherwise this month's full attendance will be lost.

I'll see if the editor has a reply tomorrow.