Dean left Holden's house and rode his motorcycle home, intending to be fully prepared before going to the manor in North Las Vegas to meet Gru Stone.
After returning home and parking the car at the door, he habitually turned on the God's perspective to check the situation in the house. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and a strange feeling arose spontaneously.
have a guest"?
Dean instinctively summoned the ghost armor to protect himself and cautiously walked to the door.
God's perspective scans the kitchen, dark corners, behind the sofa, and the corridor on the second floor of the house with a 360-degree view.
Then his eyebrows twitched.
Two black figures wearing black stand-up collared windbreakers and hoods covering their faces were sneakily hiding on both sides of the corridor on the second floor. They were holding some kind of small object in their hands, but they were too far away to see clearly.
He opened the door as if nothing had happened, entered the living room, twisted his wrist, and locked the door with a click.
Thump...thump...thump thump
Dean hummed a tune and walked down the stairs to the second floor with a relaxed expression.
One step, two steps, three steps.
The old wooden stairs creaked like coffin boards.
From God's perspective, he finally saw clearly the equipment in their hands. In his left hand was a pistol equipped with a silencer, and in his right hand was a slender transparent syringe filled with a little liquid.
Dean continued walking calmly, like a fool who was pointing a gun at him with his eyes closed.
The black image near the outer wall bowed slightly like a cat, slowly approaching the person who was about to go upstairs.
He moved his right elbow, raised the hand holding the syringe, pointed the needle forward, and with one step, he could insert the needle into the target's body.
But the two of them had no idea what kind of enemy they were facing.
Invisible shadows dance.
A cold wind swept through the corridor and brushed their faces.
It was as cold as the hands of the dead, so cold that the two of them couldn't help but shiver, and goosebumps appeared all over their bodies.
puff!
The next second!
The wrist of the man on the inside shook uncontrollably, and his mind deflected the gleaming needle in his palm, aiming it at his own chin.
One poke, one press.
The liquid in the tube was instantly injected into the attacker's body, bottoming out.
"Faco!"
Two exclamations followed one after another, and at the moment when they were frightened, Dean suddenly rushed up the stairs in one step——
Lv2 fighting is activated.
The ultimate killing skills that have been honed for many times appeared at this time, as if they were conditioned reflexes.
Turn around and lift your legs!
The left toe was straightened, like a sharp dagger, and with a short and sharp sound of breaking through the air, it kicked towards the crotch of the black shadow that was very close at hand.
The black shadow had just pulled out the empty needle on his chin, and before he could react, with a "pop", Dean kicked him in the vital part with unreserved force.
A blood-red mass exploded from his crotch.
The man curled up in severe pain, his eyes under the hood suddenly turned white, and a large number of ferocious blood vessels drilled out of his neck.
The body's self-protection mechanism caused him to lose consciousness for a moment.
The silenced pistol slipped from his hand.
People also fell forward.
But Dean crossed his hands and pushed, using the semi-conscious man as a shield to push towards his companions behind him.
The companion hurriedly retreated, raised Kruger and pulled the trigger in an attempt to shoot Dean who was hiding behind.
But the trigger seemed to be stuck by something, and he didn't pull it twice in a row.
He could no longer fight back. He was led by the human shield and staggered backwards a few steps and hit the wall hard. The edge of the wall hit his spine.
He groaned and turned pale.
boom!
Dean swung an uppercut from behind the shield's shoulder, causing the bridge of his nose to break and tilt to one side, and the blood was divided into two red marks.
A strong sour feeling poured into his brain, and the weapon in the man's hand fell to the ground.
But it's not over yet!
The human shield slipped, revealing a gap.
Phew!
Boo!
Dean's lightning-quick two-hit combo.
The horizontal palm turned into a knife and cut into his windpipe. When he clutched his throat and screamed silently, he flew up and hit his crotch with a knee.
"Proficiency +1, fighting level 2 (88/300)
The fallen man's legs weakened, and he knelt forward and fell into a pile with his companions. Then he was stabbed with a needle in his neck.
The battle lasted less than five seconds and ended.
The anesthetic began to take effect, and the two people restrained by the shadow gradually fell into coma.
Dean put away the two silenced pistols on the ground, searched the attackers again, found a bunch of keys, and took off their hoods - two horse faces with thick beards, deep eye sockets, aquiline noses, and almost three Teenage years old.
Even though he fell into a coma, the corners of his mouth still twitched in pain.
…
"You're playing dirty with me, even using an anesthetic needle?"
Dean turned his eyes, and the fierce fighting in the house ended instantly. The sound was covered up by the "shadow", and the surrounding neighbors were not alerted at all.
What to do next? Call the police?
In the past, he might have considered calling the police. After all, the LVPD had many acquaintances, so they would naturally help him deal with these two killers.
But after Gru Stone was acquitted, his trust in the LVPD plummeted.
"I'll take care of it myself, but I can't make the house dirty."
He suppressed the naked murderous intent in his eyes, quickly cleaned up the shallow blood stains on the ground, found a rope and tied the two of them into the car.
…
Driving to the wilderness, Dean took off someone's coat and threw them into the deserted sand.
He took out his silenced pistol and pointed it at his forehead.
"Whoosh..."
"Proficiency +5*2, shooting lv1 (200/200)
Upgrade?
yes!
Shooting lv1→lv2(0/300)
Sensitivity: 12.7→13.2
Perception: 10.8→11.8
…
Burning, intense itching.
The ligaments, tendons, and nerves, especially around the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, seemed to be crawling, pulling, biting, and repaired again as if ants were crawling one after another.
But the strange thing disappeared after an instant.
Dean felt a lot of practical knowledge about sniper rifles pouring into his mind. As soon as he opened his eyes, the star-like light in his eyes disappeared.
With a little improvement in perception, his perception was approaching the limit of 12 for normal people, and the world immediately became different.
The dark night quietly gained a touch of bright color, and the visibility increased significantly. Every thorn on the cactus ten meters away was clearly visible.
You can clearly feel the night breeze and the direction of air flow on your cheeks, back of hands, and skin.
The smell of blood, the fragrance of grass and the earthy smell in the nose are even stronger.
…
There are also some unspeakable changes that come from intuition.
…
He twisted his wrists and ankles, moved his limbs, felt the flexibility of his body, and showed an expression of enjoyment.
In the past, when his sensitivity was 12.7 and his strength was 11.4, his 100-meter test was exactly 10 seconds.
Now with an agility of 13.2, he is confident that he can run 9.8 seconds and win the Olympic 100-meter flying world championship.
…
Press down and cheer up.
Dean took out the tablet, felt the two new spirits inside, and curled his lips.
The living may be fooled by lies when tortured, but the dead cannot lie.
The old routine, pour alcohol on the body and light the body on fire.
Driving back, Dean didn't go home. He wasn't sure if more killers would come. He rented a room in an unmonitored hotel in the city, took out the ji board and divination chessboard, and decorated it a little. Ichiban.
A translucent hazy soul emerged in front of me,
Dean gently turned the shackle with his left hand and began to interrogate.
"name…"
Sizzling—
The Ouija board rotates and pieces are pieced together on the Ouija board——
"Taddeo Keaton."
"age?"
"35."
"Profession?"
"Hire killer."
"Why did you attack me?"
"Private commission accepted."
"Whose commission? How much was paid?"
"Gru Stone, twenty thousand dollars."
"The son of Stone Real Estate?"
"YES."
Dean's pupils shrank.
This bastard actually strikes faster than me!
But just buying his life for 20,000 dollars, is human life so worthless in this era?
"Am I stirring up a hornet's nest? Rich second generation, big businessman, politician?"
"I don't intend to deal with you openly, but you want to play dirty with me..." A chilling light appeared in Dean's eyes. "I can only stay with you until the end."
He turned back to the dull-faced ghost,
"Why did Gru Stone let you drug me instead of just killing me? What did he want to do by getting me there?"
"Not sure."
"Where were you supposed to send me?"
"121 Palm Street, Old Town Vegas."
The destination was actually not the Stone family’s manor.
Dean jotted down the address.
"When will it be delivered?"
"Before dawn at six o'clock this morning, otherwise the commission will be invalid."
Dean glanced at the wall clock. It was three o'clock in the morning, which was plenty of time.
"Is there any code or catchphrase?"
"Knock three times on the door, pause for one second, knock three more times, put the goods outside the door and leave."
"Okay, I'm a 'human sandbag' worth 20,000 dollars?" Dean smiled sarcastically. Was he planning to tie the person up, beat him and torture him in order to avenge the mall?
Dean's smile faded and he suddenly realized a problem.
"Have you ever helped Stone kidnap others before me?"
"YES."
"Who are they, their names, ages, addresses, and the time they were kidnapped? Tell them all."
"Mark Amsey...38 years old, 26 Red Maple Avenue...January 15, 1980, one o'clock in the morning."
The soul pushed the tablet to piece together a long piece of information that could no longer be remembered by just using the brain. Dean took out a pen and paper and wrote it all down.
10 shocking names.
Judging from the ages and names, there are men, women and children, from remote suburbs, towns outside Las Vegas, and even across states.
All were kidnapped this year, evenly distributed between January and October.
About one a month.
Dean himself is November's ticket.
"Rich people are really superior to others. They hired people to kidnap so many innocent people, and nothing happened." Dean's eyes became more mocking, "There is a big fish in the center of Las Vegas, under the LVPD's eyelids Crimes are committed down there, but no one notices.”
However, it is also possible that Gru acted covertly and spent money to cover it up.
If he hadn't happened to kidnap Dean, this silent crime would obviously have continued.
"Have you ever helped Gru dispose of the body?" Dean then asked,
"NO."
Dean rubbed his temples;
"Is it possible that this noble young master will dispose of the body by himself? He will never put the person back."
There are many residents on Palm Street. It is not easy to deal with 10 corpses without revealing any flaws.
"Or maybe he hired another professional to dispose of the body."
Thinking of this, Dean suddenly had a strange intuition in his head.
Gru Stone's series of kidnappings were not simply for torture, fun, or sale.
Besides, why would he take the huge risk of personally kidnapping Tim Cambage while at Macy's when he could pay someone to do it? It's so uncool.
All kinds of doubts piled up in my mind.
A bright red prompt suddenly flashed in the system.
Trigger new event - purpose
The youngest son of the Stone family hired people to commit multiple kidnappings. He demanded to be "kept alive" and "delivered to your doorstep." The kidnapping times were surprisingly regular, almost one month apart. The victims were of all ages, both men and women. have.
And he unexpectedly takes action on Tim himself.
All kinds of signs make you feel a little strange.
Now, use your abilities to find out the truth - what is the real purpose of Gru Stone's frequent series of kidnappings?
Event Difficulty: Easy
Progress (0/100)
Deadline: 24 hours
Reward: 30 experience
Punishment: None…
…
Dean's eyes lit up. Sure enough, there was a second incident hidden!
He turned to the ghost with a dull expression and his eyes turned cold.
"That's enough of a question. I'll give you a ride!"
Dean's hand turned into a sharp sword and he stabbed forward.
Taddeo Keaton's soul was instantly wiped out.
Dean summoned another soul, asked again, confirmed that the two answers were consistent, and sent him away with a poke.
"You used the board to destroy a ghost*2, proficiency +1*2, fighting level 2 (90/300)
…
Two cold lights lit up in the dark room.
Dean pulled the sleeve, loaded the bullet, and looked at the mimicry skill. There were still a few days until the cooldown ended.
But he couldn't wait.
"Old accounts have not been settled and new accounts have been added."
"This time Gru sent someone to kidnap me with a tranquilizer gun. Next time he may use a sniper rifle to shoot me, and I will definitely die."
"We must act immediately to resolve the problem once and for all."
"121 Palm Street."
"I'll be humble and deliver it to your door personally to give you a big surprise."
(End of chapter)
