MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 63 Anthony: I don't know much

  Chapter 63 Anthony: I don’t know much

  Amodeo was held in the prison cell.

  The detention room is located on the two basement floors of this building, directly connected to the garage, guarded by special guards, with independent power supply, and 24-hour surveillance for all-round surveillance.

  Out of the interrogation room.

  Under the gaze of many FBI reserve cadets.

   Dean and Anthony, mentor and apprentice, walked towards the elevator.

   It wasn't until the two left that Cheston in the corner breathed a sigh of relief.

  After going back this time, these students can become regulars.

  He originally thought that after he became a regular, he would find a way to trouble Dean and his partner.

  But now I see the friendly appearance of Dean and His Excellency Anthony.

   This is obviously not a good choice.

  In the elevator.

  Anthony started teaching: "Dean, when you want to deal with prisoners you don't want to see again and don't want to ask for trouble, the easiest way is to send them to a suitable prison."

   "Private Prison?"

   "Yes." Anthony nodded: "I have shares in many private prisons, and some prisoners without background can be easily disposed of."

   Speaking of which.

Anthony showed a smug smile on his face: "I noticed the development of private prisons very early on. More than ten years ago, the government was unable to support the huge amount of prison expenditures. I opened the first batch of prisons with my companions through my contacts. Every private prison will attract the local justice, so the development has been good."

   Arrest people, try them, send them to prison, generate income, open new prisons

  Anthony's one-stop service is considered considerate.

   Just offend him.

  Anthony can arrange the opponent clearly.

  Dean was a little disappointed.

  Because this method is good, but it is easy to leave behind the hands of others.

  Even if this person is Anthony, the same is true.

   Except myself.

  Dean doesn't trust anyone.

"Is there any other method?"

  Anthony showed relief on his face: "You are very cautious, which is good. There are other ways, of course."

   "If you just want to handle it yourself, then I have a small prop recommendation here."

  Anthony shines on the ring on his hand.

   "There is a syringe the size of a hair, which contains a nerve paralyzing toxin.

  As long as the prisoner's neck is pressed inadvertently, he will die of respiratory failure in a short time. With the current technology, it is difficult to analyze the cause of death. "

   "I have more than a dozen similar potions here."

   "However, these are trivial things. People with real power don't need to be so troublesome, Dean, do you understand what I mean?"

  Dean nodded: "Understood!"

   I am limited to the vision of my previous life, and I am still too petty.

  When you gain power, the other party will choke to death by drinking saliva, hang to death on a water pipe 30 centimeters above the ground, or drown yourself in a washbasin.

  These ways of dying will become very reasonable.

   Doing it yourself will only increase the trouble.

  Elevator doors open.

  Anthony led Dean to the temporary cell where Amodio was held.

   Hear movement.

  Amodeo, who was exercising with bare hands, raised his head.

  See who is coming.

  His face showed joy: "Mr. Anthony, is there any result?"

  After realizing that there was no way to recover, Amodiou simply betrayed the Lucifer Game Organization and revealed all the tasks assigned to him by the other party.

  Anthony didn't even look at Amadeo, and asked the two FBI guarding each other to leave the room, then turned to Dean and said, "If you understand, let's do it."

  Dean nodded, unlocked the cell from the outside, and walked into the cell.

  Amodiou faintly felt uneasy, retreated to the corner, and put on a boxing defensive posture: "Mr. Anthony, this"

next moment.

  Dean kicked out, with a sharp wind sound, hitting Amodeo's leg joint.

   There was a loud click.

   Before Amodiou could react, his right leg was twisted and deformed, and his whole body was lifted into the air under the tremendous force, and fell heavily to the ground.

   Without waiting for Amodio to howl, Dean punched him in the head again.

   bang~

   There was a muffled sound on the cell floor.

  Amodeo's head that had just been raised hit the ground heavily.

  Dark red blood spilled out.

  Amodeo's forehead was sunken, his eyes widened, his pupils dilated, his lips squirmed twice, and then completely froze.

"threaten me?"

  Dean raised the corner of his mouth and touched Amodio's neck. After confirming that the other party was dead, he got up and left the cell. He smiled and looked at Anthony: "How are you, old man?"

   "Your strength is very fast, but the technique is a bit rough, and the way of exerting force is not right."

  Anthony gave a very pertinent evaluation.

   He clapped his hands.

  The two FBIs who went out before came in again.

  Anthony pointed to Amodio, who was motionless in the cell, and said, "He was playing handstand, and he threw himself to death, let's deal with it."

  Facing this outrageous statement.

  The two of them did not ask any questions. They quickly took out a large box from a corner of the cell, took out various props and body bags from it, walked into the cell and began to deal with it.

   Look at this familiar business process.

   Dean, the ex-scavenger, couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

  Professional!

  This is the third lesson Anthony taught Dean: Power!

  Leave two little Karami to dispose of the corpse.

  Anthony made a phone call to his men who were still in the interrogation room, and then brought Dean to the coffee shop in the police station.

   "Dean, Amodiou gave some important information before, and I need to deal with it. I also need to find a way to explain the death of so many students this time.

   Short period of time.

   I cannot teach you by your side.

   These are the things I am good at. "

   As he spoke, Anthony put a form in front of Dean: "I don't know much. You can see what you want to learn first, and I will arrange it for you."

  Dean picked up the form and flipped through it carefully.

  There is a long list of names just above: mind reading, scar recognition, tracking, anti-tracking, footprint analysis, camouflage, special pharmacy, battlefield traps, code breaking, fast memory, Israeli Krav Krav.

   Dean: "."

   Is this a bit too exaggerated?

  The key is to look at these skills.

  Dean vaguely felt that the Achatz Academy that Anthony was talking about did not seem to be a serious place.

  Anthony seemed to have guessed what Dean was thinking, and explained: "Akaz Academy was actually the name of a killer organization at the beginning, and was later recruited by the royal family to train special agents, so I know a little more."

  God is a little bit.

  Dean put down the list speechlessly: "I'm afraid there are many things on it that need one-on-one guidance before you can get started?"

   "Yes, under normal circumstances, you should study with me for a few years, which is why we are called the Akaz Academy."

  Anthony chuckled: "But you don't want to join the FBI, so I can only teach you after I finish my work, and you can also choose what you want to learn first, and I will arrange someone to teach you how to get started first."

  FBI is too complicated.

  Dean really doesn't want to get involved too much now.

  He looked at the list tangled, and finally his finger stopped on a name: "Old man, let me learn this first, and the rest will be discussed after you finish your work."

  Anthony saw the name on it clearly, and took out a note: "I already guessed that you would choose this. This is the person I have contacted for you. If you want to learn, just call him."

  So awesome?

  Dean took the note in disbelief, and after seeing the contents clearly, he was finally convinced.

  The note read impressively: Karp, an expert in Krav Maga in Israel, phone XXX.

   This is exactly the skill Dean chose.

  Anthony smiled: "Aren't you asking a girl named Laura to help you find a fighting expert? Garp is the elite inside. He owes me a favor and will teach you with his heart."

   "Okay, it's time for me to leave."

   After speaking, Anthony stood up.

  Dean hurriedly said: "Old man, Bill."

Anthony raised his hand to stop Dean's words, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Dean, if you refuse to become my apprentice, I will give you those materials. Not now! I don't want another apprentice of mine, also Died at the hands of the Lucifer Game Organization."

  Dean was silent for a moment, and said sincerely: "Old man, be careful."

  Anthony waved his hand and disappeared from Dean's sight.

  (end of this chapter)