North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

Cannibals are worth so much experience.

Dean was not surprised.

If you don't get involved yourself.

Just relying on someone tipped off by the other party, the only end for Merck and his group is to be played by the other party, rather than being beaten down so simply.

Dean has realized one thing.

Whether it's the previous "toy killer" or the ogre this time, they all belong to the kind of criminal pervert with a weird style that easily attracts the attention of ignorant people.

And they all seem to want to step on the police, make a name for themselves, and become legends in the criminal world.

This method is a bit like making stars in the entertainment industry.

The 'Lucifer Game Organization' has become so ostentatious now, could it be that they feel that their wings are hardened and they are starting to pave the way for appearing in front of the public?

"I hope An Bei, this kid, can give me some surprises then."

Dean muttered in his heart, grabbed the nearly two hundred catty ogre demon, and looked it over carefully.

Judging from the appearance, the ogre is a slovenly vagabond with long and messy hair, a weed-like beard, and at least forty or fifty years old.

But if you look carefully.

You will find that between the eyebrows of the other party, the proportion of the facial features is coordinated, the corners of the eyes are smooth, the hair roots on the forehead are thick, and the seemingly thin body is strong and powerful. Under the loose clothes, the body is thick.

This is a handsome guy who can't be more than twenty-five years old, and can be very handsome with simple clothes!

The image of blindness is just the other party's disguise.

Simple search.

Dean found an inconspicuous black mobile phone, a large print book as thick as an ordinary person's knuckle, and a black badge the size of a pigeon egg on the ogre's body.

besides.

There are no knives and guns on the ogre.

Dean opened the large-print book first, and found that it was not a book, but a 'stamp collection', but the other party's choice of stamp collection was not real stamps, but photos of victims.

On each page, a photo of a victim strapped to a chair.

The following also uses very beautiful words to write the general information of the other party, personality analysis, reaction when he is about to die, and evaluation after tasting.

Dean counted.

In this thick-looking book, there are currently only nineteen photos, most of which are young girls in their prime, and a few are young male youths.

There are white and yellow people, but there are no black victims.

Dean couldn't say whether they were lucky, or they were rejected again.

Put back the books.

Dean picked up the black badge.

This thing seems to have a bit of history. The emblem is engraved with a very cumbersome monster that resembles the image of a demon in religion. It opened its bloody mouth and roared outward.

Dean didn't know him, so he could only keep the appearance in his heart.

He stuffed the badge back on the ogre as well, and finally picked up the humble phone.

Anbei told him before leaving.

The "Lucifer Game Organization" is divided into internal and external on the Internet.

Nei refers to those roles with job titles, and they will receive special communication equipment presented by the organization.

Foreign refers to those tourists, or new blood.

These people can only pay for reading in the early stage, or participate in some purification games. Only when the people in the Lucifer game organization on the dark net feel that the tourists are valuable, and after the review confirms that there is no problem, they will proceed to the next step to contact the other party and carry out absorb.

And this kind of special communication equipment provided by the "Lucifer Game Organization" is often divided into two operating systems, one bright and one dark.

The system on the bright side is an ordinary phone display, which is simple and not outdated.

In the secret system, you need to enter a special password before you can enter. You don't have to worry about being tracked down by the communication company and leaving records for encrypted internal personnel communications.

This thing requires perfect and powerful technical support, and it can already be regarded as a product of secret agents.

without password.

The phone in Dean's hand is like a brick.

He tried to check the communication records on his mobile phone, and found that there was nothing on it except a small mobile game.

Obviously.

The cannibal demon on the ground just communicated with the secret mobile phone encryption system to communicate.

"I originally thought that you would simply die later, but I'm curious who is contacting you, so I can only use some methods that I don't want to use to torture you!"

Dean grabbed the ogre demon who was still in a coma, carried it over the manor, and walked towards Manor No. 34.

The night is getting darker.

Under the moonlight, there is a faint white mist rising, and with the cold wind blowing in the middle of the night, it forms a dreamlike scene like white gauze rippling in the air.

Manor 34.

Dean threw the ogre demon on the ground, stroked the opponent's muscle texture with his palms, bent his hands, thrust in suddenly, grabbed the two lumps, and twisted them in the opposite direction.

hiss~

The ogre demon in a coma actually opened his mouth, letting out an uncontrollable gasp in the face of the unbearable pain.

The structure of the human body is exquisite.

Skin membrane, flesh and blood, various tissues, bones, and internal organs under flesh and blood.

These areas, the distribution of pain nerves, are not the same.

Dean's method is to stimulate the area where the ogre's pain-sensing nerves are developed, so that the other party can feel the most direct and intense pain without leaving trauma.

When the pain is tolerated to a certain extent.

The ogre's eyes snapped open.

His eyes were slightly confused, his face was distorted, and he wanted to twist his neck to look around, but a big hand grabbed his neck suddenly, and then a man weighing nearly two hundred catties was grabbed by the big hand and raised his head, his eyes met Dean's emotionless eyes under the pale mask.

Dean grabbed the cannibal demon's neck with one hand, took out his cell phone with the other, and said in a low voice, "If you don't want to die in pain, just tell me, what is the password of your cell phone!"

The ogre let Dean lift his upper body.

Because of the severe pain coming from his body, his face twisted, but fanaticism appeared in his eyes: "What a strong body, the meat on your body must be very chewy, it is the best of the best."

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Therefore, it is difficult for a pervert to understand the thinking of a madman.

Dean knew that he had no way to know the secret system password of this mobile phone from the mouth of the ogre.

He was about to stun the ogre again.

Sudden.

There was the sound of cars tearing through the darkness and silence, coming from outside the town.

Dean realized.

Merck and they are here.

Dean quickly grabbed the ogre and disappeared into the darkness.

Several cars, tearing apart the darkness of the night, stopped in all directions of Manor No. 34.

Several large lamps illuminate this small manor as if it were daytime.

Strictly speaking, this kind of pocket manor is not much different from ordinary single-family multi-storey bungalow buildings except for the addition of a small garden.

This also allowed the police to have simpler and more brutal choices for their actions.

Hawk, the bald patrolman, picked up a red thermal imager, scanned Manor No. 34, and frowned, "Agent Merck, the heat source in the main house is wavy. Someone should have lit the fireplace inside."

"No response for at least four weeks!"

Merck put on the night vision goggles and waved to everyone: "Come according to the specific plan, if it doesn't work, just kill the opponent!"

Hawke nodded and muttered something to his companion behind him.

More than a dozen patrolmen picked up the equipment they brought, and under the leadership of Hawke, they formed a group of three.

One of them walked in the front with a bulletproof shield, and the other two, one holding a long rifle shaped like a shotgun, and the other holding a pistol, hid behind the shield and walked toward the building enclosure in No. 34 Manor without haste. past.

Under the special explosion-proof shield.

Even if the ogre was awakened and wanted to take a gun to resist, there was nothing he could do. He could only watch the patrolmen rush into the house, and finally took him down under the cover of the shield.

Seeing everyone getting closer and closer.

Sudden.

pat~

Accompanied by the sound of breaking glass.

bang bang bang~

The people in the house were the first to shoot!

Hawke was the most alert.

With the explosion-proof shield on his head, without the slightest hesitation, he yelled at his brothers: "That bastard is standing in front of the window, everyone, suppress fire, go!"

All of a sudden.

Long guns and short guns made different roaring sounds, completely breaking the quiet night of this small town.

Wait until the gunfire stops.

The team members behind Hawk picked up their shotguns and aimed at the door of the house.

Sawdust exploded.

Hawke kicked open the broken door without a lock, and rushed into the hall with a shield on his head, but he saw bullet holes everywhere in the hall covered with white cloth, and under the window, a twitching figure was vomiting blood while scratching Holding a pistol, he raised it towards the door, seemingly asking for help, but also seemed stubborn, and wanted to shoot to resist!

Hawke winked at his companion.

The strong man who broke the door before pulled the gun to reload, poked the muzzle out of the explosion-proof shield with a smirk, and pulled the trigger towards the opponent.

FBI bastards, let them risk their lives to assist.

Still want to catch the pervert alive to show how powerful you are?

Think beautiful!

Bang ~ a shock.

Hundreds of steel balls splashed out, covering the space within a radius of one or two meters, and completely drowning the struggling figure on the ground.

Wait until Merck takes his companions and finally enters the house.

The poor 'cannibal demon' has become a completely immobile mass of rotten flesh, not to mention that he is still alive, and even identifying his identity has become difficult.

"FK!"

He clenched his pistol tightly, and wanted to ask Hawke and others why they didn't use the anesthesia bomb as planned.

Hawke seemed to know their virtues, and patted the explosion-proof shield on his hand: "Sorry, this guy would rather die than shoot. If it weren't for the explosion-proof shield, we would have already suffered casualties, and there is no chance to capture him alive."

The other party said so.

What can Merck do?

If he dared to say a word, this group of people might make him and one of his companions the only casualties of this operation.

This kind of thing has never happened.

Without any choice.

Merck had no choice but to take his little young companion to rummage through the ogre that had been beaten into a sieve.

When he found the big book and opened it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The appearance of the deceased and the things on his body are enough to prove that this is the ogre they hunted across the state.

This case is over.

When a group of people from Merck were collecting the corpse.

Dean was already on his way back to the city.

Something on an ogre.

Except for the mobile phone, he didn't do anything.

without password.

Under normal circumstances, that encrypted mobile phone is basically equivalent to a broken brick, and it will easily become a positioning tool for the "Lucifer Game Organization" in the future.

But Dean has little Mike.

The opponent can also have the means of remote intrusion!

After Dean opened a text message with the help of the cannibal demon's mobile phone, and used the original mobile phone card of the mobile phone to call it, Little Mike was trying to remotely break the page on the mobile phone.

After all, it is not the age of intelligence.

This kind of hidden interface is not as invulnerable as imagined for master hackers.

half an hour later.

When Dean was about to drive into downtown Los Angeles.

Little Mike called over:

"Dean, the password is ※1001#. After entering, the hidden mobile phone page will appear, and then the communication page will appear. In addition, I have to remind you that this kind of mobile phone is a natural positioning device. If you want to save it , need to be kept in a closed lead box.”

When Dean heard the words, he immediately thought of the key point: "Dude, can you crack the location of the mobile phone's location transmission in reverse, and then invade them to get the location of all the mobile phone units of the other party?"

In this case, wouldn't I be able to get most of the internal members of the 'Lucifer Game Organization' at once?

Little Mike directly denied Dean's flash of inspiration: "It can't be done, otherwise this organization would have been wiped out by those people who were phishing with dark nets."

"Okay, good night."

hang up the phone.

Dean stopped the car, looked at the shimmering offshore sea outside the driveway, picked up the mobile phone of 'Ogre Demon', and entered '※1001#' on the keypad.

next moment.

The original simple interface, like a curtain, was pulled to the right, and at the same time, a black and red gloomy operation interface appeared in front of Dean.

Click on the button representing communication.

this time.

Finally, there is a complete communication record, which remains.

This communication record is different from normal mobile phone chats. There is only one code name, and there is nothing representing the phone number when you click on it.

besides.

I don't know if it was the cannibal who took the initiative to clear it, or the records on this interface will be refreshed at a fixed time.

The entire communication record, and only the communication record representing the 'widow', has been preserved.

"widow?"

A mature and beautiful Japanese face suddenly appeared in Dean's mind.

It can't be so bloody.

He took a deep breath and dialed the communication code directly.

After counting interest.

A hoarse mechanical voice came from the other end: "Devil, how is the matter going?"

Mechanical sound!

Dean frowned, and tentatively said: "Widow, the cherry blossoms in my hometown are blooming!"

There fell into a deathly silence, and then hung up the phone directly.

But Dean already knew the answer.

Unexpectedly, the other party is also a member of the "Lucifer Game Organization"!

It seems that the level is not low, and it belongs to the specialist responsible for contacting the 'ogre demon'

Dean wiped off the traces left on the phone, lit a small fire, added gasoline, and threw the phone into it.

Kill that alluring little woman.

This time, it is completely over!