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

Before seeing the real thing, Barton, the prison guard in front of him, couldn't give much support. Dean also needed to test the energy of this temporary partner in the prison.

then.

Facing Barton's inquiry.

Dean said casually: "I need a relatively quiet space, and the other is raw materials, tools for purification"

"stop!"

Faced with a bunch of incomprehensible words, Barton raised his hand with a headache, and said bluntly: "Dude, you don't think this prison is run by my family, do you? It’s safe, and then you give me a list, I need to see the samples first, and then deepen cooperation with you!”

This guy is half illiterate, but after so many years in the chaotic prison, his mind is very flexible.

Barton knew very well that if what the thin guy in front of him said was true, then he would definitely not be able to eat it by himself. It was more suitable for him to hold a sample and find a suitable thigh as a bargaining chip for turning around.

In this way, he can also avoid being cheated by Dean.

Dean shrugged indifferently: "No problem, please hurry up and prepare some food by the way. I am very hungry and weak now."

"knew!"

Under the arrangement of Old Friedrich Barton.

Dean was taken by him to a small room of about four or five square meters, which was barely enough for a person to lie down on, and the bedside was a toilet.

Barton threw down the paper and pen: "The environment is not very good, but your safety can be guaranteed. In addition, I will bring you food before I get off work. I hope to see your list then."

"no problem!"

Dean scanned the surrounding environment, lying calmly on the bed full of stench, and began to write what he needed.

Wait until Barton leaves.

The door of the confinement room was closed, only a faint light fell from the skylight above the head.

Dean also directly dropped the pen in his hand.

this environment.

Normal people will have psychological problems after staying for a few days!

However, Dean had stayed in a harsher environment than this in his previous life, so apart from his physical discomfort, he didn't feel any psychological discomfort at all.

He lay on the damp and cold bed, thinking carefully.

Barton didn't seem to introduce himself, but according to his choice and arrangement, he had already leaked his situation to Dean.

First of all, prisons with lazy guards like this definitely have good single rooms, which are provided to rich people such as gang leaders and drug lords. generate income.

But Barton arranged him in a confinement room that no normal prisoner would want to come to.

This shows that the other party does not have the dominance he has shown in this prison system. At most, he is an old fritter, well-informed, and able to slightly influence the prison guards around him.

Dean even doubted it.

Barton specially arranged for himself to be in this confinement room, and he also had to find excuses, by the way, spend money to bribe fellow prison guards around him, so as to prevent them from going out to gossip or arouse suspicion.

"The anti-narcotics department is undoubtedly trying to kill me, to make sure that this body friend's extermination case is confirmed, and to avoid mistakes.

So they arranged their body in the special cell where the fat man was.

Once Barton's asylum is discovered, it probably won't last long.

I need to get the thing out as soon as possible, and then let this Barton attract enough people or forces to protect me!

The time left for me is running out! "

Sort it out.

Dean took a breath of the humid air full of stench, grabbed the pen on the bed again, and began to write and draw on the paper.

It may be due to the strong mental attributes.

Although the memory provided by this body seems to be separated by a thin layer of veil, Dean can now write Mexican characters freely and perform translation conversion.

But just to be on the safe side.

He also wrote notes in English under each chemical item, and at the same time mixed some materials for making explosives into these lists.

The things Barton brought in for the first time must not have much weight.

Dean wasn't sure the guy could cover him either.

So he needs to prepare something for himself to protect himself.

Time soon came to the evening.

Barton greeted some colleagues who were pushing the trolley familiarly.

Someone saw him carrying a lunch box and joked: "Greedy Barton, it seems that you have met a fat sheep again."

Displeasure flashed across Barton's eyes, but a hearty smile appeared on his face: "Yes, the other party is a little oily, and when the holidays come, I'll invite the guys to a strip club for a good drink!"

This relieved some jealous eyes a lot.

In fact, Barton was already scolding in his heart.

I must be crazy, to cooperate with a small character who has been slapped and destined to be killed, and spent my own money for this, pretending to want to squeeze the place dry, to avoid the attention of colleagues.

But this is an essential procedure to avoid being suspected.

If that guy named Dean lied to him, then he would be out of luck this time!

With apprehension.

Barton exchanged greetings with the colleagues guarding the confinement room for a while, and knocked on the door of Dean's cell.

Accompanied by a sound of iron plates rubbing against each other.

In the lower part of the gate, a small square hole the size of two palms of a normal person was exposed.

Barton stuffed the food he had brought into it, and said loudly, "This is the food you want, buddy, I said, if your family is willing to pay more money, you don't even need to live in this kind of animal. address!"

In the confinement room, Dean smiled knowingly.

Barton's reaction was the same as he had guessed before.

This guy is also betting that he didn't lie to him.

That's great.

The more you invest.

Faced with sunk costs, Barton will do his best to help himself.

Dean took the food bag knowingly, and at the same time stuffed the written paper into Barton's palm.

Barton glanced down and saw the densely packed text on it. While he was relieved, he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Let's not talk about so many things whose names I don't understand, whether I can get them, and how to send them to Dean's confinement room reasonably after getting them, without arousing the suspicion of my colleagues.

Only during the preparation of materials.

It costs a lot to raise this guy, Dean.

"If you find out that you are lying to me in the end, I will definitely get you to the dog house and earn some money back!"

Barton thought viciously in his heart, and came to the colleague guarding the confinement room, muttered a few words, expressing that he was planning to force Dean, who had just been sent in, in two days, and then the two would change shifts.

After getting hints about sharing.

The colleague readily agreed, and said that before he got it, he would look at Dean a little bit, so that if he didn't get the money, he would be gone.

Get colleagues.

Barton left work in a hurry, excused something at home, issued a prison pass, and hurried to find someone to buy the supplies on the note.

two days later.

Just when Dean was also worried that his mission had a time limit, Barton finally came back.

"How did you send this huge pile of things in openly?"

Dean looked at Barton, opened the door of the confinement room directly, and pushed a large cart of things to him. He was still a little surprised, and even wondered if he had knocked on Barton.

See the surprise on Dean's face.

Barton smiled triumphantly: "Tonight, I am the only guard here. Under normal circumstances, members of the inspection team would not come to a place like the confinement room, so now you have a whole night to figure out what you said! "

"Just in the guard room?"

"It's in the guard room!"

Button's smiling face turned into a vicious one: "Do you know how much these damn things cost me? Those bastards only charged US dollars. If I hadn't let my son steal a batch of chemical tools from their school, I would have It's even going bankrupt!"

"But these things are actually worthless!"

Dean was speechless.

These materials, the most expensive, are actually a few ingredients he added to make explosives.

"But it doesn't affect that I'm actually a poor ghost!" Barton twisted his neck: "Hurry up, I want to personally watch what you bought with all my wealth and make the potion that changes our destiny!"

Although this does not match what I predicted.

Dean can only choose to stabilize Barton first.

Wait for something to be done.

At that time, he has the final say!

At least until the formula is out of your control.

The aphrodisiac formula that Little Mike accidentally created has no name.

After Dean got it, he taught himself the knowledge of chemistry and tried to configure it, so he was familiar with the configuration this time.

Put on a gas mask.

Dean arranged it skillfully.

Although Barton couldn't understand, seeing Dean's calm appearance and smooth operation, his originally uneasy heart gradually settled down.

time flies.

Accompanied by some chemical reactions.

The guard room, which was originally leaking everywhere, was filled with a pungent and disgusting smell.

Barton only prepared a gas mask, so he walked out of the guard room cursing, smoking outside, and preventing colleagues from approaching by the way, exposing all this.

Dean took this opportunity to speed up, and mixed several materials that had been purified in advance into test tubes, and finally obtained about 100ml of orange liquid.

This thing is actually some flammable chemical liquid. After being smashed out, the upper and lower layers come into contact, which will cause an explosion and combustion.

But before it is processed, it is very unstable and it is not convenient to carry it around.

But that didn't bother Dean.

He then added some gel and other materials into the test tube and put it aside.

After Dean successfully extracted the aphrodisiac, the chemical bomb in the test tube also became a mass of latex-like substance, commonly known as a plastic bomb.

This thing is not very powerful, but it is easy to carry, concealed, and suitable for self-protection and directional blasting.

Dean put away his things carefully, glanced outside, and saw that Barton was covering his nose, squatting on the ground, smoking a cigarette depressedly, so he continued to prepare the deodorant spray.

The deodorizing spray does not remove the smell of the body, but interferes with the smell emitted by the body to prevent animals such as police dogs from tracking.

This is also what Dean prepared for himself.

In case the situation changes.

For the mission, he could only choose to escape from prison.

time flies.

Under Button's feet, unknowingly, there were already a lot of cigarette butts.

He took out his phone and checked the time.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning, and five o'clock was the shift change time.

He needs to get rid of those things in the guard room before that.

then.

Barton couldn't help but stood up and was about to ask Dean about the configuration progress. When he turned his head, he saw Dean coming out of the guard room holding two small test tubes.

"Done yet?"

"Very well, this is the vault in my mouth!" Dean put the test tube containing the brown liquid in front of Barton: "I call it burning blood. As long as it is a mammal, after drinking it, the blood vessels will expand. Inspire the pile driver instinct!"

Looking at the ugly things in front of you.

Barton held his breath subconsciously, and took the things carefully.

See the confidence on Dean's face.

this moment.

He knew he was betting right!

But just to be on the safe side.

He still needs to take this thing first to test it out!

"I'll give it a try first. Before that, buddy, you still need to stay in the confinement room!"

"Okay, I hope to see you again, Barton, you are here to pick me up from this stinking prison!"

Put Dean back in custody.

Barton hastily dealt with the scene, and after the shift, he came to the place where the patrol team breeds police dogs.

"Barton, what are you doing here?"

The prison guard, who was about to feed the food, looked at Barton who came over strangely.

Button yawned: "Geluo, my son's birthday is coming soon. Is there a little bitch here now? I want to give my son a pup!"

The prison guard named Gero rolled his eyes: "It's not yet their estrus period, you can go to the pet store to see, they will use drugs to make pets go into estrus, regardless of the season."

"Oh~ the price is not cheap there"

"Yes, but I heard that you recently set your sights on a fat sheep, so it shouldn't be short of this money."

During the conversation.

While his colleagues weren't paying attention, Barton poured the brown liquid in a test tube, which was the 'burning blood' prepared by Dean, into the feeding soup bucket in front of Gero, and left pretending to be disappointed.

After leaving the kennel.

Barton pretended to smoke and leaned against the outer wall, anxiously waiting for the reaction inside.

He didn't lie to Dean.

Although in the prison, he made a lot of money, but most of it was used by Barton to honor his supervisor and maintain the relationship between colleagues, and the rest was used to support his family.

But unfortunately.

His wife is addicted to painkillers.

So he was really struggling.

This is also the reason why Barton took out his small savings and chose to give it a go, even though he felt unreliable.

While Barton was waiting anxiously.

Kennel.

Some of the police dogs who ate the food first began to react.

They started to yell, their eyes were bloodshot, they were whimpering all over, and the corners of their mouths were drooling, and they hit the iron cage without fear of pain.

Outside the door, Barton showed a hearty smile amid the exclamation of the feeder Gro.

Bet right!