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

Follow Dean's thoughts.

The final strength attribute finally reached 15 points.

A numbing warm current erupted from the depths of the bone marrow, spread throughout the body, and finally turned into a cloud-like sense of nothingness, making Dean feel as if he was in a cloud, and as if he was swimming in the warm current of a hot spring, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

time flies.

A subtle change appeared in Dean's body.

First, the skeletal nerves of the whole body begin to shrink, becoming thicker and tougher, and then the five internal organs of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are active to meet the extremely vigorous life needs.

Finally, the tissues of the whole body, such as flesh and blood, will all undergo metamorphosis.

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning.

Dean slowly opened his eyes.

He immediately began to check his body.

Different than expected.

He originally thought that he would have that kind of sudden increase in vision, he could see the lines in the corner of the wall clearly, or the power surged all over his body, as if he could blast through the wall in front of him... and other wonderful illusions.

But neither.

He only felt that he had returned to his mother's body last night and slept very comfortably.

Nothing else.

Dean squeezed his fist and let out a loud bang.

Speed ​​and strength, etc., do feel stronger, but not obvious.

There was no radical change as he had imagined.

He took off his clothes in disbelief, jumped out of bed, walked to the mirror, and looked at his body.

Only then did he notice the change.

If it is said that before reaching the limit, Dean's facial features belonged to a normal handsome guy, and he only relied on that kind of bad temperament to add points, then now, whether it is facial features, body proportions, or muscle lines, it gives people a very good look. Comfortable and well-coordinated taste!

"It feels like the genes have been optimized."

Dean touched his face narcissistically.

Perhaps the perfect evolutionary direction of human beings in the future is similar to myself.

There is one thing to say.

The person is still the same person as before, but if he is standing in front of some female enemies like this, maybe he can really win without a fight, and if he throws two guns, the opponent will probably have to scream a few words.

"Hey, Neil is cheaper."

The optimization of pure appearance is not as good as the actual strength improvement after all.

Dean flicked his gun flower a little lonely, turned back to the bed and lay down, closed his eyes, his consciousness sank into his mind, and began to check the changes on the panel.

"panel!"

"[Detective Panel]

Character: Dean

Level: 20 (2600/3800)

Spirit: 15 (maximum)

Strength: 15 (Ultimate)

Speed: 15 (limit)

Stamina: 15 (Ultimate)

Skills: Pistol Mastery, Ancient Muay Thai Mastery, Akaz School-Mind Reading L3, Trace Tracking L3, Beast Taming L1, slightly (click to open).

Attribute points: 0

Skill Points: 2

Completed cases: slightly.

Remark 1: The current panel has reached the limit of the first stage. After passing the trial, the second stage of the panel can be opened. There are dangers in the trial process. Once you die, the real world will also fall into a state of brain death. Please choose carefully!

Remark 2: The title is enabled, currently none.

Remark 3: The subspace is open.

Remark 4: **** factors, the case weight changes, and the experience value of ordinary cases is greatly reduced. "

Dean looked at the panel carefully and found that there were four more notes on it.

The most outrageous thing is the fourth note. I don't know what happened before, but it is actually in a blocked state.

"This thing, the more it looks, the more it looks like something like an online game."

Dean murmured.

He focused on the note.

"Trial?"

As Dean focused on the notes, an explanation appeared in his mind, similar to an explanation.

"Trial: Put your consciousness into the *** parallel world and complete the assigned task of solving the case!"

"Title: According to the reputation, a corresponding spiritual title is formed. Each title has a special bonus and cannot be obtained actively. It only takes effect in the place where the reputation is spread, and the active influence is invalid."

"Subspace: A new feature in the second phase of the panel. You can lock a fixed subspace and open it with spiritual power. Note that it cannot be opened in a coma state."

"***: The level is too low, the authority is insufficient, and cannot be viewed."

Every note, Dean pondered word for word.

Each note actually carries a core message.

Remark 1, Trial!

This is easy to understand. It is probably similar to a virtual game. After the next copy is passed, it means that it is qualified and the next game stage can be started.

This panel is miraculous, and traveling through it is also miraculous.

to these things.

Dean didn't bother to waste brain cells thinking about why such a thing existed.

Anyway, it's good for yourself.

As for the danger of the trial reminder.

Dean might have hesitated if there hadn't been a reminder of Remark Three.

Subspace!

This is something beyond modern understanding.

Dean will definitely try, even if his life is in danger!

Remark 2, title.

Dean estimated that this thing is similar to other people's impression of himself.

It's like a policeman, facing ordinary people and facing a cold-blooded butcher killer who is notorious, his attitude and spirit are completely different.

The panel just embodies this kind of thing in a digital form.

Remark 3, Subspace.

This is amazing.

Dean speculates that it may be an ability like space storage.

If this is the case, even if the space is small, only a few guns can be placed, which is a bunch of awesome!

think about it.

In case Dean is cheated one day, he will be imprisoned.

When the other party is extremely proud.

Dean flipped his palm, and a Vulcan Gatling suddenly appeared, da da da

The picture is too beautiful.

Don't dare to think about it, really don't dare to think about it.

This ability, whether used for self-protection or assassination, is absolutely perfect!

It can be said.

The current Subspace of Remark 3 is a complete surprise, exceeding Dean's expectations for this panel change!

Even for this note three.

Even though the trial in Remark 1 may be life-threatening, Dean will never hesitate!

Finally, note 4.

This core message seems to mean that the higher the level, the lower the income from solving crimes in the future.

But Dean's concern is entirely on the description of "authority"!

The level is too low, the authority is insufficient, and cannot be viewed!

"What is the content of that ***?"

Dean felt itchy when he thought of this problem.

Take it literally.

Probably because of the different levels of characters, the permissions on the panel are different.

So the most hidden thing, could it be the origin of the panel?

pat~

Dean looked out the window at the dawn sun and lit a cigarette.

The meaning of living seems to be more the same.

In his lifetime, he hoped that he could know the answer to that ****.

After washing.

Dean was in the rented house and briefly tested himself.

The test result was beyond his expectation again.

After checking his body before, he thought that the improvement was not great, but after some tests, he found that both his brain and his body had changed a lot.

One is that I am more energetic, and when I think, I don't maintain a state of high-intensity thinking like before, and I get tired easily.

Concentration, shorthand, etc. have also improved slightly.

This should simply be that the body is stronger, the energy is strong, and it feeds back the gods.

All aspects of physique.

It's more coordinated.

Dean found that his subtle control over the body almost reached a level that ordinary people could not understand.

Simple to describe.

He can control ten fingers at the same time, perform different movements, and there will be no interference with each other, and at the same time, he can arbitrarily affect the fine muscle tissue of the body.

It's like saying.

With a seemingly random slap now, Dean can exert most of his body's strength.

This is a very scary thing.

before ascension.

Dean has tested it. He used his skills to exert strength. The strength of a punch is about 800KG.

But this requires great skill.

And this has not yet unleashed all of his strength.

Because that's not realistic.

It's different now.

Now his unpretentious straight punch can explode with much stronger power than before.

Probably the equivalent.

Eliminate leverage.

In the past, Dean could exert 70% or even 80% of his strength in actual combat through the proficiency level of ancient Muay Thai.

So now, he can explode with 100% of his physical strength every time he makes a move.

If Dean had this kind of control back then, even if he hadn't improved his Muay Thai level, it would be very difficult for those so-called fighting masters to beat Dean, who is now level A and is going all out!

In addition to fire coverage.

Dean really can't think of who else is his opponent in pure physical combat.

This is probably the invincible loneliness.

Dean shook his head and went out contentedly, ready to continue the previous miniature model murder case.

On the way to work.

Dean got a call from this guy Lawrence.

"Dean, I think our team needs to come to your side for a while!" When Lawrence spoke, there was a lot of noise around him, and his tone was also very uncomfortable.

Dean chuckled.

He probably guessed what was going on.

The FBI Los Angeles branch was bombed yesterday.

This immediately ignited the biggest melon in the Los Angeles press this year.

The bombing that was originally located in downtown Los Angeles was very eye-catching.

Those people in the news circle were also very resourceful. They didn't know where to get the news. They knew that the location of the explosion was the FBI branch in Los Angeles, and more than ten people were killed.

Ever since.

Now when you turn on the TV, you can see news discussing yesterday's bombing.

Various discussion speculations, so-called gossip, and former FBI staff's inferences about the attacker's identity

A mess.

Before the FBI came forward to speak out, those reporters set their sights on the Los Angeles Police Department, especially the Fourth Squadron of the Murder Division, in order to get promoted and raise their salaries!

Dean knew from calling the patrol police for support that his identity could not be concealed.

Many patrolmen like to sell some news to reporters who are lured by money, beauty and lure.

Dean was masked at the time, just to reduce his sense of presence in public.

So he greeted the guys yesterday, and then everyone met at a private house around the precinct to handle the case until the incident calmed down.

Because it's the guy who got hurt by himself.

So Dean readily told Lawrence about their temporary office, and asked him to bring a beer and barbecue by the way when he came over, so that they could have a good get-together later.

Today's Fourth Squadron is not as good as the other three old squadrons in terms of staffing, but after Dean and Lawrence were both promoted to inspectors and each led a small team, they were on the right track.

Considering the murderer of the miniature model murder case, it is estimated that he has already hid now, and it will be difficult to catch him in a short time.

Dean was in no hurry.

Take advantage of this opportunity.

He simply took the lead in fishing, openly leading everyone to barbecue during working hours.

the other side.

A private pier in Los Angeles.

A man that Dean had seen, adjusted his glasses on his face, looked at the waves rippling in the waves, pulled a thin line in his hand, and pulled a small fish up.

"Architect, in fact, if you want to go fishing, you can take my private cruise ship and go directly to sea."

A white-haired little white old man, wearing a nightgown, appeared behind the young man, holding a cup of coffee, and said lazily.

The young man didn't turn his head back, and said in an indifferent voice: "The person who led me in is dead, you promised me the conditions, can you still do it?"

The little old man shrugged:

"It's just a trivial matter. The problem is that one of the elders of the two hounds was killed by those detectives, and the other was lost in the bombing that is now very lively. Before the new elders take over the "Battle Royale Game", you NPCs , is now silent.

But you've already earned the title.

So in the end it shouldn't be a problem.

Reputation and principles are the fundamental reasons for Lucifer to maintain and grow! "

"Understood!", the young man threw the thin thread into the waves below again, with a pervasive smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'm looking forward to the next battle royale game, doctor!"

He is now very glad that he agreed to the conditions of the hot girl, let the other party arrange cannon fodder, and attracted the firepower from the police detective, otherwise it would not be his turn to sit here and fish safely.

In terms of crime, I am really not good at it.

"I am looking forward too!"

The little white man sipped the coffee in his hand and showed the same penetrating smile.

A few days later.

Dean took the information collected by everyone and read it carefully.

The information in his hands is all about the employees of Mrs. Jin Department Store Foreign Trade Company located in Los Angeles.

Then he discovered a very embarrassing thing.

When the police took over the business building, there was a guy who claimed to be an employee of the office of Mrs. Jin's foreign trade company. He forgot to bring something, and then took Dean back to the office, and showed him the information about Pu Budong.

But in fact.

There is no such employee!

That guy, there is a problem!

"This is the portrait of that man, Harry, Carlo, I hope that one of you will be in charge of the underground, and the other will be in charge of the police. Try to find this guy!"

Dean distributed the portrait he drew to the two.

His current brain and body control, learning anything is the same as playing.

unconsciously.

Dean has become a monster in the eyes of ordinary people.