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

"What?"

"Can you say that again!"

Nourished by power, the increasingly affluent mayor, Mr. Sol, held his wife and press spokesman's soft waist with both hands. He did not focus on the big car lights, but stared at the phone.

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

"Sorry, Mr. Mayor, the police have determined the situation. There are currently more than a hundred hostages being held hostage, and these people are professors and scholars from XX University. They have a very bad influence. Now the Z government in Los Angeles needs your help."

"FK!"

Saul swept the little secretary on the desk onto the carpet like he was sweeping trash, cursed and walked out.

There are more than a hundred hostages, all of whom have a certain social status in the school.

This is already considered a terrorist attack!

This is no small matter.

If it is not handled well, the family's enemies, the noobs in Congress, and the new aristocrats of the era who are eager to seize more power will never give up this opportunity to slap the family in the face.

If you get out of here.

For the family, the most it can be considered is being spit on and humiliated.

It's just a small thing with little impact.

But for Saul, it means that the support he finally gained is gone and his future is ruined.

Tasted the beauty of rights.

Thor will never allow this to happen!

"Mr. Saul, what should we do now?" The little secretary in high heels followed the striding Saul with difficulty, trying to show his value: "Do you need me to contact the garrison and the FBI now? ?”

Hearing the sweet voice of the little secretary, Sol couldn't help but slow down.

He originally wanted to call the people below to come over for a meeting to study how to solve this matter, take responsibility together, and see if he could find a suitable scapegoat to act as a back-up.

The little secretary's words reminded him.

yes!

Why should I worry about this matter alone?

Those bastards from the FBI, and that National Security Bureau.

No one can escape!

Half an hour later.

Podium.

Saul, who had just finished an emergency meeting, walked to the podium with a heavy face.

After a flash of lights.

Saul patted the microphone gently and coughed: "A very heavy news. According to feedback from the police, a mentally disturbed lunatic attacked the driver who was transporting supplies to the XX school research laboratory. He took dangerous goods and hijacked him. Entire university labs.”

A reporter who had been arranged long ago raised his hand high for the first time.

Sol glanced at the little secretary, and after receiving a definite answer, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the other party: "What do you want to know?"

The white reporter wearing gold-rimmed glasses immediately shouted loudly: "Mr. Mayor, do you mean that this is a campus attack planned by a mental patient in order to retaliate against society?"

Yes, this is the unified idea of ​​Saul and several forces after the emergency meeting: to classify the terrorist attack as a campus case first.

In America, which is addicted to drugs, cults run rampant, and there is freedom and happiness, school shootings are not uncommon.

Los Angeles is one of the largest economic and trade circles in the world.

Isn't it normal for something like this to happen?

Terrorist attacks are different.

The former is only domestic news, but the latter will attract the attention of global news media.

In the former, even if all those who were held hostage were killed, it would still be a crime that shocked the world. When people find out about it, they will lament that there are so many crazy people nowadays.

In the latter case, if just a few people die, someone with a will will take the lead and say that the United States is in trouble and cannot even handle terrorist attacks.

Under the lead of the reporter.

The other reporters also subconsciously raised their hands to ask questions about the school shooting.

See it.

Thor breathed a sigh of relief and dealt with it skillfully.

As for that lunatic’s request to be broadcast live on all Los Angeles television stations?

hehe.

Saul swore that even if he was crazy, running around on the street, getting high and fucking an old sow, there was absolutely no way he would agree to the other party's request.

No one would do such a stupid thing!

Not only that.

Now on the school side, the vanguard troops who had been driven over blocked the surrounding signals and began evacuation work.

Wait until the people are almost evacuated.

snort!

Poor Thor doesn't know at this moment that he is facing more than just a terrifying madman.

at this time.

When Saul spoke eloquently in front of reporters, using his confident and determined voice, he expressed that the American people would not succumb to crime.

University laboratory.

Qian Feng was sitting in front of the temporary live broadcast stage, with his feet propped up, watching Mr. Sol's confident speech on the TV on the wall, showing a trembling sneer.

On TV, Mr. Sol has a tall and straight figure. His good image management has given him a firm and clean face, and a stylish back hair, exuding the confident charm of a mature man.

But all of this, in the eyes of the hostages around them, turned into a grim reaper with a sickle in hand.

"FK, aren't you afraid of angering this madman with this sand dollar?"

"Oh God, someone come and save me!"

"Damn it, these stupid Z customers just want to stuff their disgusting and dirty skin swallows so that they can continue to sit in their seats. They don't care about the lives of us people at all!"

A group of miserable hostages squatted on the ground, cursing in their hearts, but no one dared to speak out.

Qian Feng glanced at everyone, put down his legs, and said with a smile on his face: "It seems that our Mr. Saul has forgotten that everything he is doing is being broadcast live."

"I am very troubled."

He stood up slowly: "Can you tell me what to do now?"

The squatting hostages were silent.

Three seconds later.

There was a bang of gunshots, fired back in the large underground room.

A black researcher opened his eyes wide and slowly touched the blood hole on his forehead with his reflex arc. Only then did his nerves transmit the last message to him: You are dead!

"Ahhh!"

The screams just started.

boom!

There was another gunshot.

The screaming lady then fell.

A 9mm bullet, which can penetrate a 6mm uniform steel plate, followed the woman's wide-open mouth and opened a large bloody hole in the back of her head.

The fragmented skull fragments, along with the still-steaming blood and brains, were spread evenly on the bright tiles behind the lady to form a fan-shaped flesh and blood painting.

Ugh~

This scene shocked everyone.

Fear could not suppress the body's instinctive desire to vomit.

Bang bang bang!

Three gunshots were fired in succession.

Three more corpses with good social status outside fell to the ground.

Everyone now completely lost the courage to resist.

The madman in front of him was not only crazy, but his shooting skills were also terrifying.

They couldn't imagine how someone in this age of peace could be able to practice such accurate, ruthless and extremely fast marksmanship.

I'm afraid just give each of them a pistol.

This madman can also rely on his marksmanship to slaughter them like chickens.

Looking at the people who all turned into ostriches, Qian Feng nodded with satisfaction.

As he unloaded the pistol magazine and replaced it with a new one, he said calmly: "Okay, it's finally quiet. Now, is there any way you can make the pictures here spread to those damn TV stations?"

No one dared to answer.

Just when Qian Feng's gun was raised again.

The fat Chinese supervisor who had been wounded in the arm before saw the gun pointed at him. He trembled and stood up quickly without fear. He spoke very quickly: "If the radio station does not receive it, or the signal cannot be received, We can't help it if it spreads, but they can't control the radio station. As long as the people know what's going on here, those damn Z-clients can't cover up the truth here!"

He swore that he had never spoken so fast in his life.

After saying this long paragraph.

The fat manager felt that he had just gotten up violently. Now his body was weak and shaky, but he did not dare to move at all. He could only look at the lunatic in front of him with pleading eyes.

Now, he extremely regrets his decision to stay in this crazy country.

Made.

This is downtown Los Angeles, one of the largest economic circles in the world.

Terrorists actually broke into the school and killed these elites like pigs and dogs!

Those fat-headed Sheriffs, FBI, and school security that we eat every year are all bullshit!

As long as you can get out alive!

He swore that America would be black for the rest of his life!

Under the pleading eyes of the fat supervisor, who was spending his days waiting for the final verdict, Qian Feng thought for a few seconds before nodding: "Try it, you make the arrangements."

"Huh~"

Not only the fat manager, but also the others subconsciously exhaled a loud breath almost at the same time.

Survived for now.

This laboratory has all kinds of materials.

These researchers are all very knowledgeable. Even if they have never played anything like radio before, they can quickly get started with the help of their companions and send out radio waves frantically.

Seeing that this group of people worked harder than the group of prostitutes he had seen in the Vietnamese gang, Qian Feng sneered, laid a complicated detonator trap at the entrance and exit of the room, and walked towards the monitoring room.

From the moment he arrived, he was not prepared to return to Vietnam alive.

This side will not let him live, and it will be the same with the Vietnamese military side.

Qian Feng's only obsession now is to vent his anger!

Under the watchful eyes of the whole world, he will tear off the hypocritical skin on the face of the United States, humiliate them to his heart's content, and let the whole world remember it forever!

Thinking of the scene at that time.

Qian Feng's cold face exuded a hint of softness.

If he were still in the motherland, he should be able to get on the first page of the family tree.

hehe

Sudden.

An extremely strong trembling feeling, like a bullet, hit Qian Feng's nerve center, and then turned into an early warning, making the muscles of this battle-experienced thug tense.

next moment!

There was a muffled bang.

An afterimage suddenly stepped through the threshold of the alloy automatic door and instantly spanned a distance of ten meters, like a giant bear covering the sky, covering the sky above Qian Feng.

Qian Feng tried his best to see the enemy's appearance clearly.

A big hand, carrying the violent impact of the wind, had already covered his face.

"Get out of here!"

Qian Feng yelled in his heart and wanted to fight back.

An unparalleled force came from the palm that covered his entire face, and he was forcefully picked up from the ground and swung gently.

Qian Feng had not yet realized what happened.

Countless stinging pains came from the joints all over his body.

There was a soft snap.

In front of those researchers just now, Qian Feng, who was like a god of death, was like a ball of soft and rotten meat that had lost its support and hit the ground motionless.

Even Qian Feng, who had killed countless people, could not help but feel a sense of fear in his heart at this moment.

who is it!

What kind of monster is it!

He was knocked to the ground without even seeing the figure clearly.

The most terrifying thing is that the density of muscles and bones in his body is far higher than that of ordinary people, and he weighs more than two hundred kilograms. However, in the hands of the enemy, he is like a baby, with no resistance.

And that flick was clearly an extremely profound use of strength.

Just a touch.

The tough bones all over his body were like a rotten snake, all shaken out of position. As a result, he couldn't even move!

Ahhhh!

Qian Feng shouted crazily in his heart!

Is God protecting this disgusting country?

Why!

Why would my sister, such a kind and progressive girl, study here honestly and honestly, and yet she would encounter bad luck and die with her eyes open?

Why are they obviously a group of bandits, but they can master so many advanced technologies, exploit the world, hold guns in one hand, shout freedom with the other, trigger wars at will, and use the pain and sweat of others to supply their so-called superiors? Life!

I’m not convinced!

Qian Feng's face was pressed to the ground, speechless, only the muscles all over his body were trembling, and two hot tears falling from the corners of his eyes showed his anger like a volcano erupting at this moment.

Ta da~

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and finally stopped at the limit of Qian Feng's field of vision.

From this angle, Qian Feng could only see the opponent's toes.

The enemy who easily destroyed his resistance made no movement, and seemed to be standing in front of him, sizing him up.

Do you want to humiliate me?

Qian Feng was even more angry.

A cold mechanical sound reached his ears more than ten seconds later: "Qian Feng?"

"call!!!"

Qian Feng's jaw joint was concussed and dislocated, and he could only use a thick whirring sound to express his silenced vocabulary.

Dean looked at the other party's reaction, patted his head, and tapped his toes.

Accompanied by a soft click.

Qian Feng's dislocated jaw returned to shape thanks to the help of skill.

He wanted to raise his head and see the enemy's appearance clearly.

It's a pity that this cunning guy just gave him the right to speak again.

Without any choice.

Qian Feng could only endure the huge pain of dislocated joints all over his body, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

He has realized that the terrifying enemy in front of him is not necessarily the lackey of the Z customers.

Otherwise, the opponent has already captured me, so there is no need to waste time here!

Dean tapped his fingers on the alloy skull mask on his face and grinned.

What do you want to do?

Of course, I would take this opportunity to kill Thor, who I had wanted to kill for a long time, and at the same time improve my status and make some capital.

Actually.

Dean also didn't expect that he could sneak into this underground laboratory so easily, meet the real owner by chance, and capture him easily.

After taking down Qian Feng, the danger warning that had been irritating Dean's nerves had disappeared.

This instinct is very magical.

This means that the Qian Feng in front of him may not have completed his deployment yet.

The nuclear bomb crisis has basically been resolved.

If it goes so well

Next, what should you do?

Sorry, everyone is waiting a little late.

After looking at the backstage, there were quite a lot of reward records, especially the Glory of the Night, the nightclub. When the dog thief was on leave, he rewarded a lot of coins and kowtowed to express his gratitude.

Also thank you all for your comments and encouragement.

The words are too pale, so I can only write well to repay the readers.

Good night