MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 261 entrust

  Chapter 261 Commissioned

  When Dean silently huddled in the corner, polishing his weapon, the guy who helped the fat man clean up his brother suddenly touched him and said quietly: "Do you want to resist?"

  A smell of heather, as the guy's mouth opened, came oncoming.

  Dean subconsciously held his breath and didn't answer.

  See it.

The guy continued: "My name is Sada, Fatty is a narrow-minded guy, if you still want to go out to breathe fresh air alive, you have to learn from me, don't try to resist, or if he is still alive, you will die Very miserable, very miserable!"

   oh~

   He is actually a kind guy.

  Dean grinned at Sada: "You hid your right hand under your body, thinking that if I fail in the sneak attack, it will be convenient for you to catch me in time to please that fat man who feeds you milk every day?"

"What?"

   Sada shrank his right hand subconsciously. On his rather handsome face, there was just the right amount of doubt, but his heart seemed to be overwhelmed, extremely shocked!

  Why did this guy who just entered the prison see through his little thoughts at a glance?

next moment.

  A sharp thing pierced Sada's throat.

   Sada only felt strength all over his body, and with the tingling pain, he wanted to burst out.

Dean didn't give him a chance. He used his weight to push forward, covered his mouth with one hand, and stirred the spike that had pierced Sada's throat with the other. While expanding the wound, a large number of blood bubbles blocked the opponent's throat, causing suffocation. .

   Woo! !

  The wailing of death, blocked in the throat full of blood bubbles.

   Sada's eyes were bloodshot, bright red like blood.

  Resentment, shock, nostalgia.

hard to imagine.

  When a person is counting down to life for more than ten seconds, his eyes can reveal so many emotions.

  Dean looked at Sada indifferently, until the bloodshot eyes were completely frozen, the pupils dilated, and lost the brilliance of life and spirituality, then he let go of his hands and pulled out the iron nail that turned black and red.

joke!

   This guy actually wants to deceive himself who is watching all directions and listening to all directions when he wakes up!

   When the two sides started fighting.

  Dean saw the jealousy and ferocity towards himself in Sada's eyes!

   This guy obviously saw the two sides fighting for him, and he was jealous. He was worried that he would take away his position as the concubine with Fatty, so he had bad intentions.

   Sada's final reaction also verified this point.

  Of course, if he guesses wrong, Dean will not feel guilty.

  Inside the prison.

   Guilt is the pity of the strong for the weak.

  Because in the prison, the real strong will not give others a chance to feel guilty about themselves!

  It is better to kill the wrong one than to let it go.

   This is the responsibility for your own life!

   Smelled a faint smell of blood.

  Dean took a deep breath comfortably.

  The smell of heather is not my own, it is really disgusting.

   Still the smell of blood is to my appetite!

   Refresh yourself!

   Take a break.

  Dean, who had recovered most of his physical fitness, refocused his attention on the group frame where someone had already fallen.

   There is no sound here, send one away.

   Of the seven people fighting in the melee, only three fell down now, and all of them could only be counted as blood and minor injuries. It is estimated that they can get up and continue fighting after lying down for a while.

   It is estimated that the prison guards will not come to deal with it.

   This scuffle will not stop for more than ten minutes!

   In the sound of howling and fighting.

  The fat man seemed to be overwhelmed by his physical strength. With a roar, he braced himself against the two iron pipes that were thrown at him, hugged the strong man who was trying to tear off Dean's pants at first, and slammed into the door of the room.

   There was a loud bang.

  The entire room shook.

  The thick wood-clad iron door has several cracks directly at the joint between the door and the seam.

   It is estimated that if there are two more hits, this break will be unbearable.

  The strong man was also hit hard by the fat man's body size, his eyes turned white, and a 'soup' containing stomach acid and other undigested substances spewed out of his mouth, and smeared the fat man's face.

   "FK!"

   "You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

  The fat man was furious, subconsciously closed his eyes, opened his mouth and roared, hugged the strong man's hands, and strangled him desperately, thinking of killing him.

"good chance!"

  Dean's eyes lit up, and he was about to take the opportunity to touch it and give it to the fat man.

  The strong man's chest was squeezed vigorously, and another mouthful of thick soup was sprayed out, filling the fat man's roaring mouth.

   "Boss!"

  The two younger brothers of the strong man who were still standing saw their boss so miserable, raised the steel pipe in their hands, and slammed it viciously on the back of the fat man's head, and directly opened the other side!

   Eating pain.

   The fat man subconsciously choked his throat

  When he realized that he had eaten the vomit of the strong man in front of him, several people in the room could vaguely hear the sound of the prison uniform being tightened and creaked.

   "Hehe~"

   "Ahahahaha!"

  Amidst the piercing deep laughter, the only younger brother of the fat man who was still standing, with a pale complexion, crawled to the bottom of the dirty and smelly bed, as if if he was a step slower, he would be torn to pieces by wild beasts.

  Dean, who wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, also felt a chill.

  His eyes were full of surprise, he didn't care about the fisherman's gain, imitated the appearance of the fat boy, retreated to the corner again, covered the dead body of Sada on his body and pretended to be dead.

next moment.

   crunch~

   A crisp sound of bones made the chaotic and noisy room completely quiet.

this moment.

  Whether it was the prisoner lying on the ground howling, or the two strong men who just attacked the fat man with steel pipes, their eyes widened and they froze in place.

  I saw that the strong man who was still vomiting acid water just now had the hardest forehead, but it had already sunken, and his thick neck turned 180 degrees, facing directly behind.

  His whole body, like a rag doll that has been destroyed, is pulled weakly in the arms of the fat man. Except for the twitching of the remaining muscles, no one who looks at him will feel that he is still alive

   "Hey, one person, one hundred thousand dollars, one hundred thousand dollars!"

The fat man wiped his face covered with sour vomit, dropped the immobile corpse in his hands, turned his head with a smirk, and grabbed the head of a little boy who had been frightened into stupidity, and pulled him violently. While facing yourself, the other hand turns in the opposite direction.

  click~

   Another corpse with a twisted neck crashed to the ground.

  The little brother was facing up, but his face was turned sideways to the ground at a strange angle of more than ninety degrees. His mouth squirmed, and he wanted to say something, but he only spit out unstoppable blood foam, twitched twice, and then fell silent!

   "This power!"

   Dean gasped.

   This fat man is probably no worse than the original Bill.

  The key is that my current body is similar to my previous life, sickly.

   Leaning on the iron nails in his hands.

  Dean doubts whether he can break through the defense!

the other side.

  Seeing companions killed.

  The only little brother who was still standing shivered and threw it onto the steel pipe that had just attacked him, trembling all over, half begging for mercy, half threatening: "Duoba is Tie Hook's younger brother, you kill him, Tie Hook."

  The fat man seemed to have lost his mind, maintaining a sluggish grin, muttering incessantly, wrapping his hands around the little brother who was too frightened to move, raised his head, and slammed it!

  ka~

  The little brother's nasal bone didn't support it for a second, and it sank directly.

   It's not over yet!

   Fatty seems to be addicted to it!

   Click and click!

  The splashed blood covered his fat face.

  Until the person in hand is unable to pull.

   Satisfied, he threw the disfigured corpse aside, looked at the wounded on the ground, and still murmured: "One person, one hundred thousand dollars, hehe, one hundred thousand dollars..."

  See this scene.

  Everyone felt something was wrong!

   This guy is not mentally ill, is he? ? ?

  The wounded on the ground.

  Two are the younger brothers of the brawny man who has burped, and the other is the fat man's younger brother.

  Fat little brother, seeing his boss like this, he felt very strange.

  He said cautiously: "Boss, if those hounds want to trouble you at that time, I will help you take the blame."

  How do you know.

  The flattering words not only didn't work, but instead attracted the fat man's attention to him!

   Ten seconds later.

  In the small prison room, there was another dead body.

  The fat man with large muscles wrapped in thick fat is no different from a heavy tank in this room without firearms and sharp weapons. These people have no chance to resist before they die, and they are crushed to death by the fat man like a chicken!

  Seeing the crazy appearance that made even the little brother kill.

   No one dares to take chances anymore!

  The younger brothers of the two strong men, ignoring their injuries, let out howls like killing pigs: "Basar killed someone, he's crazy, help!"

  Dean also subconsciously tightened the **** iron nail on his hand.

   But this thing can no longer provide him with the slightest sense of security.

  Dean was very suspicious. If ordinary small-caliber pistols were not shot at eye sockets and other places, would they be effective against this crazy and ferocious fat man?

   Killed four people in a row.

   Fatty Basar has gone completely insane.

   With blood dripping on his face, he walked towards the two men who were crying for help on the ground.

   Seeing that these two people will also be murdered.

   da da da ~

  The sound of dense footsteps finally came from the corridor outside the house.

  At the same time, there was an angry and insulting voice: "FK, I knew that if Basar was imprisoned in this ordinary prison for serious criminals, something would happen!"

  On the ground, the two younger brothers, who had already retreated to the corner of the wall, called for help and curled up tremblingly, thought they were saved, but just breathed a sigh of relief, and they softened.

Unexpectedly, another sentence came from outside: "Stop talking nonsense, hold the door quickly, or he will be red-eyed, I don't think this broken door can stop Basar's brute force! This guy is born with abnormal nerves, and he went crazy , don’t know pain at all!”

  After a few sounds of chains.

  The corridor was completely silent.

  The only thing left to welcome the two younger brothers was Basar, the fat man who blocked all their vision, like a wall that could not be crossed!

boom!

boom!

boom!

  The muffled sound was mixed with the sound of water stains, and under the vibration of the wall, there was a rhythmic sound.

  In the dead cell.

  The ground, ceiling, and walls have been turned into a blood-stained butcher's workshop.

  But all the abnormal noises can't compare to the sense of oppression brought by the heavy breathing.

  Because that is the culprit that caused all of this, proof of still committing violence!

Using the corpse in his hand, using his body as a hammer handle and his head as a hammer, he hammered it for a while. He was stronger than a barbarian like Basar, but finally he couldn't take it anymore. He left the broken corpse in his hand and sat down on the blood-stained ground. He gasped for breath.

   seems to sense that everything is over.

  chacha~

  The door of the prison cell quietly opened a gap.

   Two beeps.

  A shock bomb bounced twice and was thrown in.

   Fatty Basar didn't respond at all.

  Dean, who was shivering and pretending to be dead, was not stupid. He immediately hid his head in the arms of the corpse in front of him to avoid the impact of the first wave of strong light.

  Next moment~

   Accompanied by tinnitus.

  As if time stood still, everything was distorted, and dizziness and nausea struck at the same time, making Dean, who was in poor physical condition, lose consciousness directly

   In a coma.

  Some bits and pieces of information, similar to watching a movie, were flipped through by Dean's consciousness:

  My name is Dean, I am 35 years old, and I am a humble private eye.

  I had a very down and out life.

  Because my professional level is very poor and the country is not safe, I only accept some help for employers to seduce their wives and guide them to divorce, so as to minimize the losses caused by divorce to employers.

  I have considered being a cowherd, or some bounty hunter.

  But to be a cowboy, you need a good gun.

  My gun used to be a good gun, but it is no longer young. It cannot withstand the long-term damage and wear of those female gunmen.

  Being a bounty hunter requires a lot of skill.

   I'm a genteel guy, so I dropped the idea after seeing some pictures of dead bounty hunters.

forget it.

   Still seduce women for me.

  Women who lacked the care of their husbands preferred emotional gratification to gun trialing.

  I can still handle these.

   Until this day.

  A little girl came to me.

She was very down and out, wearing only an ill-fitting, washed white T-shirt and jeans, struggling to drag a pair of furry slippers she picked up from nowhere, and tried to hire me to find her missing with 100 Mexican pesos. elder sister.

   hehe~

  100 Mexican pesos. Just enough to buy two large hot dogs.

   This amount of money may seem like a lot of money to the little girl, but to be honest, hiring me really despises me!

   I make one shot, at least worth a hundred hot dogs!

but

  She told me that this is her monthly living expenses, all of her, and me, her last hope

   I don't know what's wrong with me.

   Maybe it was the first time that my numb life was taken so seriously!

  An old man in his thirties was confused by words by a nine-year-old girl.

  I agreed.

  The little girl's name is Sophia, she is nine years old this year, and she and her elder sister Ai Ruo have depended on each other since she was a child, living in the chaotic neighborhood of Hasa.

   There are many small gangs and street children living there.

  Cheap and young wandering warblers and small casinos are the characteristics of the community there, which can attract some poor tourists from the United States to try.

  Sofia said that her elder sister, Ai Ruo, relied on being a servant to earn some Weibo salary to support their sisters.

  Although I know Sophia's sister is actually doing a wandering warbler.

  But I still plan to go to the servant agency first to understand the situation first.

  Hasa neighborhood is not safe.

   before going.

  I decided to go to my good brother Toby and get a pistol for self-defense.

   When I came to Toby's residence, I was dumbfounded.

   What's going on here?

   Corpses all over the floor!

  Toby is dead!

  He was shot to death with a shotgun in the living room, and the whole person slipped off the wall, leaving a large blood stain!

   His wife died too!

  His wife died in the bathroom, the bullet broke the bathtub, and the whole bathroom was covered with blood!

  His daughter and son, also died

   Just when I was overwhelmed.

  A group of policemen rushed in, and without giving me a chance to explain, they threw a gun **** at me!

   It's over!

   These **** want to treat me as a performance!

  The last moment of coma.

  I thought of the farewell scene with Sofia:

"Dean, when can you help me find my sister?" A skinny little girl looked at her fur shoes uneasily and said in a low voice, "Sophia can't beat those older kids in picking up trash, if sister If you don't come back, Sophia is afraid that she won't be able to wait for her sister to come back."

  Memory fragments.

  Here, stop abruptly!

  Dean slowly opened his eyes from his coma.

   After he was a little confused, he had a headache.

  So. The mission this time is actually to find Sophia's missing sister Ai Ruo.

   But Dean in this parallel world is very unlucky.

  Death before leaving the army.

  Before people started to act, they were regarded as achievements and sent to prison.

   key according to the information provided by the panel.

  In this world, the real Dean may have died in this prison before the mission even started.

   Considering the scene I encountered as soon as I came here.

  Dean didn't dare to think about it any longer.

   Dean in this parallel world is too miserable!

   "First understand the situation of this prison, then kill that fat man, and finally escape from prison, and complete the last commission that this body has not completed!"

  Dean immediately determined the next action charter.

   This dungeon is mainly about solving crimes and shooting violence. I try to reduce some brain-burning plots as much as possible.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)