MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 62 Academia

  Chapter 62 Akaz Academic School

  Outside the interrogation room.

  Seven or eight people were in a daze listlessly, each with their own concerns.

  One of them noticed Dean's arrival and greeted him with an unhappy expression: "Your Excellency Anthony is waiting for you inside."

  Dean couldn't help chuckling when he saw the other person's face clearly.

  He recognized each other.

   This person was Chesston, who came to find him for the first time, that is, the unlucky guy who was rewarded by Lawrence with a few big Texas pussies.

  Seeing Dean's sarcasm and anger rising in his eyes, Cheston sneered as if thinking of something, and turned back to his companions.

  Dean noticed that the two idiots he beat up last time didn't see any of them now, and he didn't know if something happened, or they were arranged to do other things.

  The interrogation room was pitch black.

  It was originally a small corner where the prisoner sat, and there was a flickering light on the screen, reflecting Anthony's somewhat gloomy face.

   "Your appearance looks like a Hollywood villain." Dean closed the door and walked behind Anthony.

  Anthony pushed the laptop in his hand: "I'd rather be a big villain than be a fool being teased."

  Dean's gaze was already attracted by the video on the computer.

   This thing is still a rare thing now.

  In the video, there is a scene of less than ten seconds that is played repeatedly:

  Dim hallway.

  Seven FBI members wearing uniforms and headsets are standing guard at each checkpoint.

  A black shadow flashed across the screen.

next moment.

  Two groups of gunfire flashed past.

  The four people in the front didn't even have a chance to react, and all died with headshots.

   Before the other three people figured out the location of the intruder.

   Sombra flicked his left hand.

  The three people who had just alternately covered and advanced collapsed to the ground for no reason, watching a thin figure in a black robe and a clown mask walk up to them, and shot one by one, blowing their heads off!

   Clear the guard.

  The clown killer suddenly turned his head, made a V-sign gesture arrogantly to the camera, and then raised his pistol.

boom!

  The screen is now pitch black.

  Dean's eyes widened.

   Fuck.

  Is it so fierce?

  He held a pistol, and although he was confident of sweeping the seven FBIs, he definitely couldn't do it as easily as the opponent.

  The key is the three people behind, why did they suddenly fall to the ground?

  Dean subconsciously replaced himself with those FBI.

   Several simulations.

   Finally shook his head.

   By physical strength and pistol mastery.

  He can only kill the opponent with certainty, but his own reaction speed cannot avoid the opponent's bullet.

   This kind of master.

  In his previous life, he was not even qualified to meet.

"who is he?"

  Dean couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"The third killer in North America, Clown V." Anthony's voice was full of fatigue: "The one who threatened the lawyer of the Truck Guild was only a small leader of the Dagger Gang. , but before the interrogation, V appeared."

  Seven reserves were lost with this.

  Even Anthony is under tremendous pressure now.

   "The thread is broken?"

"It's broken, after V killed all my men, he directly killed the little boss, by the way." Anthony seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Dean: "I remember you have the blood of Huaguo, do you know the silver needle hidden weapon? "

   "Hidden weapon?" Dean exclaimed.

  Of course he knows!

  Not only does he know this thing, but he also knows a little bit.

  In Dean's previous life, he learned his flexible blade from a disabled old man living in Southeast Asia.

   According to the old man, it was because of the war in the early years.

  Many masters with inheritance have gone overseas and scattered all over the world to survive.

  Dean has been very interested in it since then, and even went to watch a match of a Chinese black boxing master, who is indeed extremely fierce.

   Fists like hammers, feet like axes.

  The opponent punched and kicked three times, and beat a bear master alive. His ribs were broken and his neck was broken.

pity.

  After the game.

   didn't wait for Dean to come forward and get closer.

  The other party was shot to death by gunmen sent by the gold master on the side of Master Mao Xiong.

  Since then, Dean has given up the idea of ​​learning boxing skills, but practiced marksmanship hard.

   Hey, times have changed.

   "Dean?"

  Dean came back to his senses: "I heard from my father, but this kind of method seems to be passed down much, and it is all inherited in the same strain, and it will not be revealed at ordinary times."

"Yes, the few Los Angeles kung fu masters I consulted almost said the same thing." Anthony nodded, pointed to the screen and said, "Did you see the last three people? They were penetrated by fine needles quenched with poison. Only when you hit your neck will you lose control of your body."

  Three stitches in one instant.

   Anthony shook his head.

  Based on instrument calculation.

  The speed at which each needle flies out in an instant is close to the speed of sound.

  How could it be possible for a human hand to make the flimsy needle burst out at such a fast speed in an instant, and also be so accurate?

   Simply incomprehensible.

  Anthony withdrew his thoughts, looked at Dean, and said in a serious tone, "Okay, Dean, last time I said that I hope you will be my apprentice, what do you think?"

   "Do I have to join the FBI?"

   "No, this is your freedom." Anthony sighed:

   "I am a member of the Commonwealth Achatz Academy, specially hired by the FBI, and I bring at least a dozen students every year.

   But there are currently only two real apprentices.

   One of them, serving in the Commonwealth MI6, was the head of a department.

  Another person originally belonged to the FBI with me.

  I spent a lot of effort on him.

  But three years ago, he led his men to investigate a purification game involving the Lucifer game organization in New York, and the entire army was wiped out.

  I just came out of semi-retirement and went to the front line again, trying to destroy the Lucifer game organization! "

   Sounds awesome!

   Dean took a deep breath.

  In his previous life, to put it bluntly, he was a mass-produced cannon fodder.

  Anthony in front of him.

   Definitely the most awesome person he has come into contact with in his past and present lives.

  What is this called?

   Chance!

  Dean tried to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "What does it take to be your apprentice?"

"Just be yourself." Anthony laughed, his voice hoarse like a snake hissing: "Don't think too much, Dean, I just don't want the name of Akaz College to be completely sunk. As for the Lucifer Game Organization, I will deal with it , you don’t need to bear any pressure.”

so good?

  Anthony said so selflessly, but it made Dean hesitate.

Seeing this, Anthony's eyes showed a smile: "Dean, someone came to me before to verify that you are my apprentice. When you used my name to extort money, you didn't hesitate, why are you worried now? "

   Dean: "."

   It must be that fat black guy Hutu.

   Sooner or later, find a chance to deal with him!

   That's all.

  That's all for now.

   About two hundred catties of flesh.

   "Okay, I agree." Dean bowed slightly and saluted: "Old man, congratulations, you have obtained an excellent apprentice."

  Anthony gave Dean a thumbs up: "I don't know anything else, but at least he has a thick skin."

   The two looked at each other and laughed loudly.

   Determined the name.

  Anthony looked at Dean with a more cordial gaze: "Do you still want to ask me, there are definitely many people who look better than you, why do you like you, right?"

  Dean's eyes widened.

  He did have this doubt.

   "This used to be called mind reading, but now it's called micro-expressions and psychological analysis. I'll teach you later."

  Anthony stood up and put away the laptop: "Let's go, I haven't taught you the third lesson last time, and now I will tell you how to deal with people you don't want to see in a reasonable and legal way!"

  Dean took the computer bag very dog-leggedly.

  Mind reading, I want to learn!

  He still has two skill points that are useless!

   There won’t be any kind of super martial arts in this book, so feel free to taste it.

   In addition, this book is recommended at the end of October.

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   Ten days.

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   Thank you readers for your support, thank you.

   Dog Thief will put more effort into writing stories in the future.

   Good night, brothers.

  (end of this chapter)