Holden took Dean to an office on the third floor and found a female clerk.
"Shirley, help our hero Dean Lu register as a volunteer. Don't worry about his age. The director has specially approved it."
"There are fewer and fewer young people with a sense of justice like you." The woman took out a few forms from the nearby filing cabinet and handed them to Dean, "So, will you apply for the LVPD police academy after graduation? ?”
"Maybe."
Dean took the document and sat on the table next to him and began to fill it out. This form was similar to the questionnaire he had done in the Silent Shotgun Store.
Done in just a few minutes.
The woman put away the form and said, "When the bureau confirms that your identity and background are OK, they will arrange for you to receive sixteen weeks of training. You can choose to participate in the training in your free time. After passing all the requirements, you will officially become a LVPD volunteer."
"What kind of training is there?"
"Legal, first aid, police situations, physical training, etc."
Dean nodded in confusion.
After registration is completed, it will take a few days to conduct a background check, and lvpd has not made any arrangements.
Holden took him straight away.
When he went out and saw the gleaming white SUV under the hood, his expression suddenly became like a macho man seeing a stunning beauty.
"Not bad, much more beautiful than my Mercury Colony Park. Does this license plate number 19800502DNL have any special meaning?"
"The date of my rebirth."
"Awesome, I love this car."
Holden turned around and looked at his own wood-colored station wagon not far away, and thought for a moment.
"How about just driving it?"
"Okay, but you have to reimburse me for the gas bill."
…
"Go south...get on the highway and go straight."
Holden sat alone in the back seat, spreading his hands to both sides and feeling the soft car sofa behind him, with a comfortable expression.
"Dear passengers, please tell me your destination." Dean cleared his throat and asked slightly teasingly,
"Henderson City, 389 South Red Maple Avenue, an old house in the suburbs. We are going to find Alvin Garcia. Male, forty-eight years old, about six feet tall, weighing 200 pounds, short brown hair, blue eyes... "
"A suspect?" Dean asked.
"It's a long story."
Holden explained the ins and outs very thoughtfully and in detail.
"Three months ago, I encountered a case when I was giving a speech at the Los Angeles Police Department. A Chinese family of three who ran a restaurant in Chinatown were brutally murdered. The only witness was Alvin Garcia, a homeless man who lived outside their home. "
A Chinese family of three was wiped out?
Dean's face suddenly darkened, and his hands on the steering wheel tightened.
"What kind of beast did this? Why did you do this?"
"Don't get excited, man, and don't think about doing anything stupid. Listen to me. Based on Alvin's confession and the portrait I drew, the police caught the suspect, a core member of the Bloods Gang."
"What kind of organization is the Blood Gang?" Dean quietly took out another Colt filled with .45ACP bullets from the driving storage box and replaced the empty bullets in the holster under his arm.
"There are two major black gangs on the West Coast, the Bloods and the Crips. They were originally created to protect blacks from mafia persecution and racial discrimination, but now they have soured."
"Their main business became robbery and 'herb' trading."
"The two gangs are incompatible with each other. They fight back and forth, causing big melees at least several times a week. There are countless deaths and injuries within the gangs, and innocent people are often injured. They are two major scourges on the West Coast."
"So it's a black criminal organization."
Dean suddenly realized.
Holden continued,
"The suspect was a member of the Bloods Gang, just the day before the trial. Important witness Alvin Garcia refused to testify in court because he was worried about retaliation from the Bloods Gang, and quickly fled Los Angeles."
The United States is vast and sparsely populated, and the Internet has not yet developed in this era, so the flow of information is slow. Finding someone who is determined to hide it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Then? Don't tell me that the murderer of the Blood Gang was acquitted in court."
"Unfortunately, there is no other conclusive evidence pointing to the killer."
Holden admitted this bad ending, his pupils shrank and his tone became cold,
"But the matter cannot be settled like this. I found out in Las Vegas that the witness Alvin Garcia has a relative living in Henderson, and he may have fled here."
"This is not official business, right? Catching the murderer won't do you any good. Is it completely compulsory to go out to the police?" Dean suddenly felt that this guy who talks a lot of truth is very pleasing to his eyes. "I didn't realize that you are cold on the outside and hot on the inside. You are very righteous. Feeling."
"Yes, I wanted to find out what the murderer's mentality was for killing the whole family." Holden said seriously, "A core figure in a black gang grew up in a very special environment and is worth interviewing. But first he has to be interviewed. Lock it up.”
"So next we need to find Alvin and convince him to testify against the murderer again?" Dean emphasized loudly and looked at the system panel. Unfortunately, it failed to trigger a new event such as "Find Alvin Garcia". It seemed that Some key element is missing.
"The murderer's name?" Dean turned the steering wheel and the car drove into another street.
Holden noticed his changing expression, as if he had read through his thoughts,
"Boy, look in the mirror and look at your rabbit-like red eyes. Are you addicted to killing? It's okay if you like to kill, but you have to cooperate with my actions and abide by the rules, principles and bottom line. Do you understand?"
Dean remained noncommittal.
…
Henderson is located southeast of Las Vegas, less than an hour's drive from downtown.
Henderson, Nevada's population size is second only to Las Vegas and Reno. Taking advantage of its proximity to the casino city and cheaper housing prices, it has attracted many people to immigrate to the emerging city in recent years. neighborhood.
But compared to Las Vegas, which is full of shopping malls and hotels, its development is seriously lagging behind and uneven. Half of the houses on the street are newly built and show prosperity, while the other half are frighteningly old.
Hongfeng Avenue is located deep in the old and desolate old city near the mountains.
Dean stopped the car and searched side by side along the street with Holden.
The streets were filled with an atmosphere of depression and decay that could be seen with the naked eye. Dean looked along the streets and saw not a single car on the road, not even a ghost.
One house was covered with vines and had large holes in its windows and roof. It had obviously been uninhabited for a long time. Another house was dismantled into a pile of tattered and rotten wood. A house further away seemed to have been burned in a fire and was completely black.
"Holden, are you sure Alvin will stay in this ungrateful place?"
"I'm not an omniscient God, how can I guess his thoughts? I don't even know who the owner of this house is." Holden was also a little unsure, "This is just a possible place to stay."
fifteen minutes,
The two found No. 369 Hongfeng Avenue in a remote corner. It was a two-story wooden building standing on the side of the road. There was no front or back yard, and the yellowing wood showed its age.
…
The two first searched the trash cans on the side of the road, but they were empty.
Go up a few steps and come to the door.
Bang, bang…
Bang, bang…
Knocked for a minute.
No response.
"No one has lived in this place for a long time." Holden mused, reaching out to touch the door handle and window sill. He took his fingers back and saw that they were covered with a thick layer of dust.
He took a step back and looked thoughtfully at the faint handprints on the balcony railing on the second floor.
And Dean quietly approached the wooden door, his spirit sinking into the system.
With a thought, turn on the "God's Perspective" function.
For a moment.
His vision went dark and then brightened, and he looked through the wooden door and into the interior of the room, an area five meters away from the door.
No lights on.
A dark patch.
A ray of sunlight filtered in from the window near the back kitchen, providing Dean with a dim view——
The original mechanical lock on the door was broken, but there was a push rod lock that was tightly closed.
Behind the door is facing a wooden staircase sloping upward, and on the right is a vertical sofa, coffee table, and TV.
The coffee table was empty.
There are no signs of human activity.
But when Dean returned his sight to the area near the stairs, he was suddenly stunned.
A pair of coquettish red sneakers appeared at the top of the stairs, moving slowly down the stairs.
Then came the dark-skinned calves, red sports shorts, and a T-shirt with a red five-pointed star...
The last big black head appeared in Dean's "God's Vision",
He was young, in his twenties, with an expressionless face and as cold as steel. His dark skin and red clothes formed an extremely strong color contrast, which left a very deep impression on Dean.
The black man held a pistol in both hands, squatted and moved downwards,
Obviously, he was planning to quietly approach the door, give the two people outside the door a hard blow, and send them to see God.
…
The next second.
The invisible "shadow" flew out of Dean's body and turned into a ghost armor to block the door to prevent the black man from suddenly shooting.
Dean maintained his vision of God, lowered his voice and looked at the people around him.
"Holden, you said before that the murderer was the core figure of the Blood Gang?"
"Yes, a relative of the boss of the Blood Gang."
The black man on the stairs heard the conversation outside the door, his movements slowed down, and his body suddenly froze.
"Is it possible that they will send gang killers to Henderson to hunt down Alvin, the only witness, to solve the murderer's troubles?"
Dean raised his voice and asked loudly while admiring the expression of the black man inside the door.
"Then they have to discover this clue first!"
"What are the characteristics of the Blood Gang people?"
"I like the color red and usually have the iconic red star on my body." Holden finally couldn't help but asked, "Why do you ask?"
The face of the black man inside the door changed and he took action at the same time!
boom!
A sudden gunshot tore apart the tranquility of Xiaosuo Street.
A small hole suddenly opened in the white wooden door, and sunlight passed through the hole, illuminating the darkness inside the door.
"careful!"
Dean and Holden greeted each other and rolled sideways almost at the same time, rolling directly off the platform in front of the door and rolling to both sides of the house.
Holden quickly pulled out the gun from his suit, took a deep breath, and his face turned blue nervously.
Obviously, this expert from the Department of Behavioral Sciences is not a good fighter.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Three more shots penetrated the wooden door and shot into the air outside, passing the two men.
There was the sound of hurried running and two shouts with a thick black accent.
The ceiling on the second floor of the house was stepped on and made a loud sound.
Through God's perspective, Dean discovered that the black man who first appeared had rushed down the stairs, with half of his body hidden behind the corridor. He carefully looked around and shot out every two seconds.
He was less than five meters away from Dean.
In addition, half of a foot was suddenly exposed in the middle of the stairs leading to the second floor. The farther place was out of the scope of God's perspective and Dean could not observe it.
So there are two killers in total?
Dean's heart was pounding and his eyes were full of desire.
Kill them!
boom!
A bullet passed over his head, and a small crater exploded in the soil behind him.
Dean suppressed his excitement and asked,
"Holden, is it legal for me to fight back now? According to your previous theory, if I kill them, will I degenerate into the serial killer you say?"
"..."
"Fight back quickly. This is legal and reasonable. If there is a problem, I will take care of it for you!" Holden squatted down like a gorilla with his butt stuck out. He squatted funny and didn't dare to move.
"That's what I've been waiting for!"
Dean grabbed Colt's gun holster under his arm with his right hand, unlocked the safety, pulled the slide, supported the guardrail with his left hand, and rolled back onto the platform in front of the door as lightly as a cat.
Hold the Colt with both hands.
Aiming at the door with his right foot, he kicked hard.
The "shadow" blocking him kicked out at the same time.
It is more powerful, combining two forces.
With a bang, the door was kicked open!
Dean quickly crouched to the left side of the door frame.
The strong sunlight poured in through the door, dispelling the gloom in the house.
The two black men behind the corridor and at the top of the stairs looked like they were frightened, and at the same time they aimed at the door and poured bullets wildly.
As the air hissed, several smoking bullet casings fell to the ground.
Most of the bullets shot into the air, and the floor outside the door was punctured one after another, and sawdust flew.
Two of them passed through the door frame and hit Dean's position, but were completely blocked by the ghost armor in front of him and fell to the ground helplessly.
Dean ordered the "Shadow" who was under personal protection to make room for the muzzle of Colt's gun.
The expression is focused and calm.
Suddenly he returned to the combat range and practiced shooting at fixed targets.
LV1's shooting ability exploded to its fullest at this moment.
boom! boom!
Wrist shaking!
The muzzle is raised!
The strong smell of gunpowder filled the air.
Two .45 automatic pistol bullets flew out of the Colt, passed five meters away from the stairway in an instant, shattered the stair guardrail, and accurately penetrated the black man's chest.
In an instant, the kinetic energy on the bullet transformed into a strong impact, shaking the black man's nerves and spinal cord.
After he let out a short scream, his body froze incapacitatedly.
The head and upper body were exposed outside the bunker.
Dean instinctively fired the third shot.
The black man's head exploded with blood.
You killed the target with the M1911A1.
Proficiency +10
Shooting lv1(10/200)
…
Two shots to the chest + one shot to the head = one life.
Dean turned his gaze to the stairs.
The black man on the second floor had just finished shooting a magazine and was reloading it. When he was glanced at by this cold gaze, he couldn't help but tremble all over.
Turn around and hide in the house on the second floor.
Dean did not choose to immediately run up to the second floor to pursue him. He rushed into the living room on the first floor and quickly circled the entire hall.
At the same time, the God's perspective he activated was like a radar activated by a bat, giving a panoramic view of the movements of the "little insect" on the second floor.
"It" was clinging to the wall of the corridor outside the bedroom, pointing its gun at the stairs.
Wait for the enemy to show up and pull the trigger.
But it is destined to be disappointed.
Dean confirmed that there was no third person on the second floor, and suddenly raised his hand and aimed at the ceiling to offer the highest etiquette for black people——
Bang bang bang!
Sawdust flew everywhere and holes exploded in the floor.
There was a wail, followed by a thud, and the heavy object fell to the ground.
boom!
The fourth shot erupted.
The wailing ceased.
You used the M1911A1... to penetrate the target's neck, causing fatal injuries.
The target dies.
Proficiency +9
Shooting lv1(19/200)
…
In less than a minute, the battle was over.
Dean exhaled with excitement in his eyes.
Reminiscent of the adrenaline rush and a bit of stimulating pleasure.
Compared to the time at Lake Mead, the enemy's firepower was much inferior this time, and he won almost overwhelmingly.
In a narrow indoor shootout, the God's perspective almost always puts him in the upper hand, making him an absolutely powerful cheating device.
Now the whole house is calm again.
There was only the sound of him slowly cleaning the barrel of the gun, and the gurgling sound of bright red liquid flowing out of the chamber.
…
"Is this the end?"
Holden, holding a gun in both hands, slowly appeared at the door. Looking at the black man lying on the ground, the dazzling pool of blood, and the unharmed companion next to the body, he breathed a long sigh of relief and put the pistol back into its holster.
"Fortunately, I had the foresight to bring you here. How many killers are there in total?"
"Two, there is a body upstairs." Dean put the secured Colt back into the holster under his arm.
"You're so cruel, why don't you leave a single person alive for torture?" Holden asked regretfully,
"Have you figured out the situation? Draw your gun and shoot, do you want me to hold back?" Dean clicked his temples with lingering fear on his face, "Do you know how dangerous it was just now? I almost got shot in the head!"
Holden smiled,
"Stop pretending, man, I've always wanted to tell you that your acting skills are terrible. When you burst in the door just now, you were obviously as excited as if you were going to a disco party."
Dean's expression stiffened.
Holden walked up the stairs to the second floor and found the second black man lying face to face in a pool of blood, with bloody bullet holes in his neck.
"You are indeed a hero who solved the Lake Mead incident with one against three, but where did you learn this skill at your age?"
"I can't hear what you said clearly." Dean changed the subject stiffly, "As an FBI, why are you not good at shooting?"
"My department is not a combat department. In my opinion, brains are more important than violence." Holden replied calmly.
“Forget it, let’s be serious, what are we going to do with these two corpses now?
"I will notify the police immediately." Holden reassured, "Don't worry, this is a self-defense counterattack, legal and compliant, and I am a witness."
"Besides, if these Los Angeles gangsters and killers dare to come to Las Vegas to cause trouble, their death will be in vain!"
"COPs across the country never care about the lives of gang members."
"But we have to verify the confessions, about the process of shooting these two men... When someone comes, you have to hand over the weapon used to kill the criminals again. Sorry, this is the rule."
"No need to hire a lawyer. If they ask why they are here, blame it all on me."
The two quickly compared their confessions.
Holden marveled at his luck from time to time. A few shots to his head hit the vital part of the killer on the second floor.
Is this guy the illegitimate son of Lady Luck?
A voice suddenly came from the door, interrupting the discussion between the two.
"Mr. Cop, I heard something coming from the house opposite." A middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes cautiously poked his head out of the door and asked anxiously, "Are all the bastards from the Blood Gang dead? ?”
"Alvin Garcia? Finally found you!"
