"That's cool, man, I knew you were okay!" Rust rushed over and gave Dean a hug, and a group of people gathered around him.
Dean took out the hunter's knife and cut the hemp ropes around everyone's wrists.
"Are you doing magic?" Lang's eyes flashed with admiration, and he hesitated, "I didn't see how you defeated them at all. Even 007 didn't dare to act like this!"
"Except for Lake Mead, you saved me for the second time. If I hadn't met Baker first, I would have definitely married you and given you ten or eight children!" Jenny grinned, showing her white teeth, "I can only apologize now. , lower the standard of gratitude.”
With that said, the mixed-race girl printed two bright red lip marks on Dean's face without his consent.
Dean couldn't stand her enthusiasm, so he wiped his lip marks and took a step back.
Baker looked at Dean with a smile, as if he didn't care about his girlfriend's bold behavior at all, "When are you going to teach me two moves?"
"Let's talk next time when we have a chance." Dean glanced at the excited faces, "Is everyone okay?"
"You came just in time, no one was hurt, it's just..." Brittney hugged Gretchen's neck from behind.
She squatted on the ground holding her knees in despair, her eyes were red as if she had suffered a huge blow. Feeling the concern of everyone, she touched the eye-catching slap marks on her face and shook her head.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll be fine if I rest for a while."
"What about Abby?" Ashley asked,
Dean shook his head, "I saw Abby running into the forest to hide."
"It's all these bastards' fault!"
Ashley gritted her teeth and glanced at the three captives who were sitting back-to-back in the corner with their mouths gagged and their hands and feet tied. Recalling the humiliation and fear they had suffered before, her delicate and cute little face became deformed with anger.
He raised his legs and kicked him hard. Seeing this, the others also followed suit, punching, kicking and yelling at the hunter.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Go to hell!"
"Die, pervert!"
…
After everyone had vented their anger by ravaging them, the three hunters were breathing weakly, and they didn't know how many breaths they had left.
Dean asked again,
"Everyone, what should we do with them next?"
"Call the police?" Lang suggested,
Baker shook his head decisively, "You want to go to a talk salon at the police station? Then let your parents scold you so much, and then you will be locked up for the rest of the summer vacation, unable to go anywhere, and this trip will be ruined?" "
They were all a group of high school students, and when they heard Baker's description, they shook their heads subconsciously.
Dean interrupted at the right time,
"Everyone, I actually happen to know a California state trooper who usually patrols the surrounding highways. I think I can contact him first to kidnap these three guys."
"They dared to kidnap nine of us. They are 100% repeat criminals. They must have a lot of criminal records on them. They may even be wanted. Let the police catch them and put them in jail for at least seven or eight years."
"How do you know the state trooper?" Lang rubbed his belly and looked at him slightly blankly.
"Have you forgotten, everyone, I have received awards from the Mayor of Las Vegas and the Chief of LVPD. Is it strange to know a policeman?"
"Then do we need to go testify and record a confession?"
"It's not necessary for the time being. These three guys are all seriously injured. They will be sent to the hospital for treatment first, and they will also undergo background checks." Dean looked down at the three people with bruises and swollen faces, "So doing this will not affect our pick-up. Arrangements for coming down.”
Everyone nodded and acquiesced to Dean's proposal, who immediately made arrangements.
"Last, help me drag these three guys to reunite with their fourth son. The others will look for Abby. When they are found-"
"Continue to climb to the top of the mountain, or return?" Baker asked,
"Go back, I'm so sleepy!" Jenny hugged her shoulders and shook. She was frightened all night, and the cold wind blew again, making her cheeks red from the cold. "It's too late now, and you can't see the sunrise even if you climb up. "
"Then you guys go back to the gas station to rest first." Rust didn't want his girlfriend's birthday celebration to be abandoned halfway. "When we recover, we can continue to head west and rush to Santa Monica Beach. We need a seafood dinner to calm down." Shocking."
"We can't let these bastards ruin our perfect summer trip!"
They were frightened to death by what happened last night, but except for Gretchen and Lang who suffered some minor superficial injuries, no one else lost a hair.
It has to be said that after experiencing the bloodier Lake Mead incident, everyone's ability to withstand pressure has been greatly improved. Especially when they saw Dean's calm expression and recalled the scene of him subduing criminals neatly, they felt safe. feel.
"Dean, Rust, let's meet at the gas station."
…
Dean and Rust deliberately took a long time, and it took them three hours to drag the unconscious hunter to the dark crack in the ground.
Rust didn't say a word the whole time, but his face was extremely complicated and he sighed from time to time.
Dean looked over,
"Dude..."
"Don't worry! I understand that these guys are more harmful than Bob Lowe. They must not be left to continue to do evil. They must be punished." Rust's face was tense and tired, and he waved his fist as if to persuade himself. , looked at Dean with bright eyes and understanding, "Well, you have handed them over to the police... I will go back to the gas station first."
Dean patted Rust on the shoulder happily and watched him go away quietly.
"Do business."
He searched the three hunters from inside to outside and harvested 500 knives and a bunch of car keys.
Then a bottle of cold water poured over the man with the scar on his face, and he asked bluntly,
"Where is your car parked? What's the license plate number?"
"Faco, bastard, let me go, what do you want to do?"
boom!
Gunfire.
Smoke was coming from the muzzle of the AR15, and the fat man Owen, who was in a deep coma next to Scarface, had a big bloody hole in his forehead, his neck tilted and he lost his breath.
You used your AR15 and fatally wounded Owen.
The target dies,
Proficiency +10, shooting lv1 (40/200)
Event Progress (50/100)
Another death.
As expected, the body in Dean's arms became hot again for a second.
…
"Let me ask one last time, where is the car parked? What's the license plate number?"
Dean turned the gun towards the scarred face with earth-colored face and trembling lips.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I say it!"
Scarface gave the answer as if he was pouring beans. Dean went through it in his mind and confirmed that it was consistent with Arman's original statement.
boom!
boom!
Two gunshots were fired.
He sent away the remaining Scarface and the unconscious Tom without mercy, wiping the blood off his hands.
A reminder flashed before my eyes:
Proficiency +8
Proficiency +9
Shooting lv1(57/200)
The event progress is 100/100 and you can withdraw the rewards at any time.
Withdraw your rewards!
Experience +40,
Personal level lv1 (180/200) → lv2 (20/300)
You gain 1 attribute point.
System capability God's perspective lv0 → lv1, observation range 5 meters → 10 meters.
…
Dean frowned as he felt the continuous heating of the board.
"Why is the reward for the second upgrade worse than the first? Is it because there is no first reward?"
"However, the observation range can be doubled when the God's Perspective is upgraded to level 1. The potential of this skill is higher than I thought."
Dean thought about the distribution of attribute points again.
If he continues to add mental strengthening "shadows", the imbalance between spirit and will will increase, and he is worried that he will suffer from insomnia again.
The will attribute can be exercised using balance meditation, which does not greatly increase combat effectiveness. It is not cost-effective to spend attribute points to increase it.
"I'll have to think about it carefully."
Dean's attention returned to his eyes, and he pushed the three people and their belongings, including several shotguns, into the deep and bottomless crevices of the abyss.
Then he checked the scene, turned around and left the forest.
Dean trekked for three hours and entered a rest area on the side of the highway in the scorching sun.
The upgraded version of God's Perspective looked around to confirm that there were no surveillance cameras and no one else was paying attention.
He walked into the parking lot and opened a camouflage-colored Jeep with the key he just got. He entered the car and searched it. To his surprise, he found more than two thousand dollars in cash from the locker.
"Well, adding the previous $500, my savings have expanded to $4,300."
"Sure enough, murder and arson are the most profitable."
Dean started the jeep and drove straight off the road. Half an hour later, it drove into an uninhabited wilderness and under a huge upturned turtle-shaped rock.
Open the car's fuel tank, pour a circle of oil along the tank opening, and ignite it with a lighter.
The flames burned along the gasoline, and Dean squinted his eyes in the red light. He had not slept for two days, traveled long distances for more than ten hours, and was tired after the fierce battle.
Death is already a very severe punishment, but the Sleepless Man's shackles also bind the souls of the four hunters.
In other words - they cannot escape even after death.
Thinking this, a trace of confusion and emotion flashed across Dean's face.
More than two months ago, he was just a harmless college student who had never killed a chicken.
But now he has unknowingly turned into a butcher who kills without batting an eye and destroys all traces of corpses.
Eleven human lives in hand, one life of a supernatural being.
“Am I more organized now, or am I more crazy?”
"What the hell! These people deserve to die, I didn't violate my principles!"
Dean smiled casually and headed back. By the way, he used the "recording" function of God's perspective to check the images of the past two days to confirm that no obvious traces were left.
…
When he returned to the gas station, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. Next to the brick-colored Mercury station wagon, Rusty and Britney, who were refreshed after a good sleep, were discussing the experience excitedly.
"Lon, you were really cool the moment you stood up for Ashley. Although you didn't succeed, I respect you as a warrior!"
Rust gave a thumbs up,
Lang's face turned red as he enjoyed his girlfriend's sweet kiss.
"Beck, you were so bad when you threw the drink can, couldn't you have thrown it more accurately? Not only did you miss the target, but you also made yourself a hostage. What a pig teammate!"
Rust clicked,
"Shut up, no matter how much I make a mistake, I'm still better than you, a coward who hides behind and calls mommy!"
"Who is calling mom? And do you understand, this is a strategic defense."
"Stop arguing, our hero is back!"
A group of people gathered around, their eyes shining with gratitude and admiration.
"Is it all done, Dean?"
"It's done. Those guys have been taken to a 'big hospital' by the police for treatment. You don't have to worry anymore." Dean glanced at everyone with a tired smile and said in a solemn tone, "But I asked Because their identities are a little sensitive, and we don’t want the FBI to come and question them, we just forget about them all, and we can’t even tell our families.”
All the high school students looked surprised and nodded.
"Great, where are Abby and Gretchen?" Dean said, changing the subject.
Everyone's expressions became strange,
"There seems to be a little misunderstanding between the two sisters."
…
There was a sound of sobs from Blancoli.
"I'm a bastard, an immoral bitch, and a coward, but believe me, I didn't mean to leave you. I was frightened. My hands and feet didn't work. It was like a demon was forcing me to run towards Over there in the woods.”
"I was wrong, Gretchen. You are my best friend and my sister for more than ten years. I can't lose you. Forgive me, oooh... forgive me."
"You're right, I always thought we were the best sisters, closer than biological flesh, but so many years of friendship can't make you muster up the courage to squat down, pick up the gun, and pull me out? "
Gretchen's angry and disappointed voice echoed in the carriage, her face as cold as ice,
"You left me alone to face a terrible demon. You abandoned our friendship."
"I can't bring myself to forgive you. You know, we're done, Abby. From today on, we're no longer sisters, no longer..."
The sobs grew louder.
Gretchen turned her head with red eyes and saw Dean not far outside the car.
"Abby, go find Rust, or go find Beck, and leave some space for me. I want to talk to Dean about something."
"Ugh, Gretchen."
"Wipe your tears. From now on, no one will listen to you cry anymore. Just leave."
Abby burst into tears and rushed to her companions at the ford.
"Sorry, I made you laugh." Gretchen wiped the corners of her red eyes and forced a smile towards Dean who got into the driver's seat.
Dean took out a tissue from the locker and handed it over.
He almost understood the cause and effect——
Gretchen was abandoned by her good sisters and their friendship was severed just now.
He could not criticize this brave girl from the moral high ground and ask her to forgive her good sisters.
"Cry, you will feel better if you cry," Dean looked at the girl with a slap mark on her face, "After you cry, forget all this, start a new journey tomorrow, go to Santa Monica and enjoy life .”
"Thank you. I feel much better after listening to what you said..." Gretchen burst into tears and smiled, "Then Mr. Dean, would you like to chat with me for a few words and postpone your sleep time a little?"
"No one can refuse the request of a beautiful woman."
Gretchen smoothed her hair. Although she was beaten by Owen, she was in good physical condition and was fine after a sleep.
"How on earth did you manage to face three hunters with guns bare-handed without getting hurt at all?" She pulled the braid on her shoulders and turned to Dean curiously. Her pair of light blue eyes were still breathtakingly beautiful, but The red and swollen slap marks on the face are a big eyesore.
"And as far as I know, most ordinary people, even those who have received professional fighting training, will not hit the vital point with one strike like you. It would be too harsh and could cause big problems."
"I have deeply reflected after the last time at Lake Mead. Murray is not safe, and I am relatively unlucky. I always encounter various emergencies. In order to protect myself," Dean looked at the sunset outside the window and explained vaguely. , "I conducted a lot of targeted training, but those bastards took it easy and didn't protect their vital points, which gave me a chance to sneak attack, so..."
Gretchen shook her braid,
"Don't be modest. You are better than most of the LVPD police officers. My dad, that big fat man, may not be able to do many tricks under you."
"It's not that exaggerated? I just react faster."
"What kind of special training did you receive?"
"You can think of it as an unlimited (plug-in) fighting method, focusing on strength, speed, reaction, anti-joints, and hitting the vital points of the human body..." A strange howling sound appeared in Dean's mind, and he waved like a convulsion. A capable middle-aged man with keys and pencils, this fighting style inspired him a lot.
In conjunction with LV1's all-round fighting skills, which he is proficient in all fields, he used them for the first time last night, and it was surprisingly practical.
"Okay, Master Dean, who is self-taught, when will you give me some tips?"
"anytime."
The atmosphere in the car became harmonious.
Gretchen nodded, pursed her lips and looked at his face, as if she was hesitant to speak.
"If you have any questions, just ask."
"I do not know how to put it."
Gretchen held her chin up and looked out the front window, her long hair brushing the red and swollen side of her face, her voice filled with deep frustration.
"My dad praised me for being a born policeman, but when we faced real danger yesterday, I didn't play any role. I was a complete joke."
Was this a shock to me?
Dean said sorry in his head and comforted him,
"Ahem... think about Beck, Ashley... and other guys, your performance last night was already outstanding, surpassing 90% of people. If you don't believe me, tell me the whole process again, and I'll analyze it for you. .”
…
The sun sets in the west.
A warm and friendly exchange began in Bronco.
