The next morning, before six o'clock, the neon lights in the city that had been flashing all night temporarily stopped, and the sky in Las Vegas was already dark.
Dean climbed up from the sofa in the living room, looked at his fighting proficiency of 18/100 after practicing hard for half a night, smiled with satisfaction, woke up his friend on the bed, and quickly finished washing up.
The two of them went downstairs with their cameras and schoolbags on their backs, and did some shopping at a department store near the apartment. Dean had no money, so he had to borrow a few dollars from Rust.
"Man, is this tin can delicious? Why have I never heard of it?"
Rust chewed a hot dog stuffed with sausages and watched curiously as his friend stuffed a disk-shaped canned fish into his school bag, with question marks written all over his face.
"This is not for eating..." Dean smiled mysteriously, "This is a strategic deterrent weapon. I bought it specifically for you to use for self-defense."
Dean patted Rust's schoolbag,
The flow of information in this era was far inferior to that of later generations. Except for a group of producers in the Netherlands and Sweden, not many people knew the power of biochemical cans.
"Hide it well. If someone bullies you again, hold your breath and open the can and throw it at him! He will definitely remember it and will avoid you when he sees you from now on."
Rust's eyes lit up,
"But why do you have to hold your breath when opening it?"
"You'll know after you use it."
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Afterwards, the two went back to Dean's neighborhood.
More than a hundred meters away from the community, I saw a police SUV parked outside the courtyard in the distance.
A tall Las Vegas Cop in khaki police uniform with a pistol and baton on his waist was questioning neighbors on the side of the road, with the LVPD police badge on his chest flashing gold.
"About 3:30 in the morning, 'Tarzan' suddenly screamed wildly and woke me up from my sleep. I saw from the window that across the road, Xiao Dean's house turned on the lights." A fat woman holding a black teddy He said with lingering fear, "Three masked and turbaned men were waving crowbars wildly and smashing them. The loud sound almost scared me to have a heart attack. One of them even had a gun. God, they are simply crazy!" "
"Nine times out of ten, it was Quipa who caused trouble in the north. That Indian has never been a peaceful guy! Now, his nephew is involved."
A man in a denim jacket with long arms and legs chattered,
"Shut up, racist!"
A man over 1.9 meters tall, with a thick white beard as thick as aquatic plants, who looked exactly like Hagrid from Harry Potter, shook his head and retorted,
"None of the gang members in Vegas are dressed like this. I think they are robbers who accidentally wandered in from out of town. If I hadn't worked the night shift, I would have shot them all."
A gray-haired old woman said happily,
"Fortunately, Paqui is working out of town, and little Dean doesn't know where to go to play...otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous."
"Look, little Dean is back!"
…
"Mr. Police Officer, this is my home, I want to go in and take a look first!"
After getting a nod from Cop, Dean passed the neighbor and went straight into the house.
The carpet in the hall was cut into dozens of pieces and hung randomly on tables, ceilings, chandeliers, and stair railings.
The floor is piled with chairs and cabinets... wooden strips dismantled from the furniture...
The kettle and toaster in the kitchen were all dented, the black and heavy TV was smashed, glassware was scattered all over the floor, and all the windows around the hall were smashed by profiteering.
The originally tidy room was beyond recognition, and the floor was covered with unsightly rags and dirty things, as if it had been washed away by a storm.
A row of kitchen knives were stuck on the cupboard, with insulting words written on them in red paint.
"chingchong!'
"get out of my country!"
Seeing this scene, Dean felt deeply afraid. What would have happened if he had been at home yesterday?
paralysis? Or burp?
He didn't think that the three-legged cat fighting technique he had just practiced could handle three men with weapons and firearms.
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"Did you stay at my house last night because you had anticipated this situation? You are really amazing!"
Rust looked at his companions beside him excitedly and roared,
"But how dare that bastard Bob do this?"
It was just a fight, but he sent people to destroy my home?
Dean strode along the stairs to the second floor. The wooden steps were warped several times, and he almost fell.
The scene on the second floor was even worse.
Several large dark holes were kicked out of the wooden door, revealing the rough wood inside. The wallpaper and wallpaper had all been pulled off and became riddled with holes, leaving no sense of beauty at all.
In Dean's bedroom, bright red letters on the window read - "kill you", "jerk", "stupid guy"
Hardly anything is intact.
The collected horror novels, textbooks, and Star Wars posters were all torn to pieces, and the fragmented pages were spread like white snowflakes in the ruins.
But it was originally on the bedside table.
The family photo was pulled out of the frame, and the three people in the photo were split in half from the waist down, leaving only half of their bodies.
Dean searched hurriedly, but unfortunately he could never find the upper half.
The predecessor, the only memory of the missing parents was gone.
Dean held the photo, covered his face, and fell into deep guilt - he had replaced the other person's body, but he couldn't even protect the other person's most precious thing.
"I was wrong, I should go home and take the photos away first."
"Man... don't be too sad. Let's go talk to the COP and ask him to catch those bastards!"
Dean shook his head, took a deep breath, calmed down his restless mood, and carefully put the photo into his schoolbag.
…
"I am Officer Marvin Manson of the LVPD, please cooperate with me to answer some questions."
"Yeah." Dean felt cold. There was no doubt that this matter had something to do with Bob. He didn't expect that the other party would really dare to take action.
Even more faintly scared.
The energy and viciousness of the rich kids in Las Vegas exceeded my expectations.
"Have you offended anyone recently or had a dispute with anyone?"
"A ballpark operator."
The COP stared at him expressionlessly,
"Bob Lowe."
Dean emphasized,
"His father owns several casinos and movie theaters, and he has a group of gangsters as his subordinates. The possibility of committing a crime is very high!"
"The conclusion will be drawn after the investigation." Cop said with a cold face and a business-like tone, "Are there any valuable items lost at home? Or a large amount of cash?"
"The most expensive thing is the TV. It's broken..."
"Is there anyone else living in the house besides you and Paqui."
"without."
The COP asked some more questions about his relationship with the surrounding neighbors. After almost half an hour, he scrawled a sentence of "waiting for notification" and drove away. Dean asked him how long it would take for him to hear any news, but he didn't answer.
"Isn't this so unprofessional at all? You didn't even wear gloves when you entered the house and took photos to collect evidence?"
"No one died, no valuables were lost, there are countless small cases like this every day. Cop may not be too concerned about it." Rust shook his head,
"Boys, the location here is too remote and it doesn't contribute much to tax revenue." The bearded man from before brought the gray-haired woman over. "He might start accepting another case in the city right away when he gets back."
"May the Lord bless you." The woman crossed herself on her chest, "Poor little Dean, just be fine. Don't have too much hope. Based on my experience, there will probably be no follow-up to this case. How many times? The loss of one hundred dollars is unavoidable. But don’t be afraid, we have helped you contact your uncle Paquet, and you can return this afternoon.”
Dean looked gratefully at the two enthusiastic neighbors.
"Thank you... thank you... Uncle Jacob, Aunt Tangya."
Unlike his memory of school, he vaguely remembered these two neighbors.
Jacob worked with Uncle Paqui.
Grandma Tang Ya has a gentle personality and has always liked the well-behaved and sensible Dean.
"Little Dean, you have been busy studying and dating in the past few months and have not been a guest at Jacob's house. When will you come back to try my barbecue skills?"
The bearded man laughed,
Dean thought he was just joking.
"You go to class first, and we will help you clean up the house. Don't thank us, we have been neighbors for more than ten years."
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