A black, thick cannon pointed straight at the gate.

Facing the black muzzle.

Dean felt a little dizzy in his brain!

This is actually a cannon with a caliber as thick as his head!

The base of the cannon is locked by a heavy truck, which occupies most of the garage, and in the dim environment, it is like a steel monster, entrenched here, waiting for its prey to break in.

On one side of the heavy truck, a heavy canvas has been lifted, revealing a neatly stacked wooden box inside, which looks like a box of ammunition...

"Who the hell is Santoni..."

Dean came back to his senses, worried.

He was a little afraid to go into the garage.

This caliber of battery, even in war, is definitely a big killer, but at the moment it is like a toy, hidden in Las Vegas, a casino with many tourists.

Dean understands that Santoni's identity is definitely more troublesome than he guessed.

At least.

The big organization he was in in his previous life couldn't easily get this kind of war weapon, let alone quietly get this kind of weapon of war into the tourist city of a big country.

It's not that it can't be done.

It's that there's too much involved.

All of a sudden.

Dean was in a dilemma.

He turned his head and looked at the door switch that had been destroyed by himself, and his heart was bitter.

Who would have thought that such an important thing would be thrown away in such a garage without a little means of prevention.

And is there a sense of secrecy anymore!

Pitters!

Dean knew that once he was involved with this kind of force, endless trouble and hunting awaited him, and he would not have the slightest power to resist.

"Calm down, calm down!"

Dean took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

I have left traces of my visit!

That's it.

You have to downplay your presence!

He gritted his teeth and bent over into the garage to examine it closely.

The garage is a little dilapidated, some of the wires are exposed, there is no sign of repair, it should be very old, and no hidden traces of wiring have been found.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

At the very least, there is no monitoring here.

Otherwise, even if he conceals his appearance, it will be difficult to hide his figure, and with the death of Mas and Santoni, the possibility of his exposure will be greatly increased.

He cautiously made his way through the heavy trucks with heavy guns and came to the large boxes.

The box has no lock.

Dean opens a view.

A strange smell spilled out of the box, making Dean who was wearing a mask subconsciously hold his breath.

The smell was very pungent, as if it were masking other smells.

Holding his breath, he looked inside the box and was shocked to find that it was not filled with cannonballs, but some equipment for chemical tests.

"These things..."

Dean looked at the wiped equipment, closed the box again, looked at the traces left on the lid of the box, and then thought of the sewage outlet and the hanging air purifiers, and had a guess.

These are used to make poisons!

This made Dean even more confused.

The drug production site and the battlefield heavy artillery are hidden in the garage of this residential area...

Santoni, who the hell is it!

Suddenly.

Dean remembered the two men who had left Santony's residence earlier.

The two men rummaged through Santoni's house, but left empty-handed without touching anything of obvious value, apparently not thieves, but people who kept a close eye on Santoni.

So they learned of Santoni's death and took the opportunity to find what they needed.

But they didn't come to check out the garage.

These two, who are more like Santoni's collaborators, know a little about Santoni, but not completely, and are pressed for time and are in a hurry to leave.

For example: cooperative drug trafficking.

Santoni was in charge of drug production, and the two were in charge of trafficking.

Santoni died.

The two men ran over to find the drugs that Santoni might be hiding...

Dean patted himself on the head.

It doesn't matter what the relationship between those two people and Santoni is!

With these two substitutes, why do you need to do more?

His mind flashed through how to get out, and he returned to Santoni's quarters, carefully examined the traces, and left with ease.

After about half an hour.

Several police cars surrounded Santoni's residence...

Meanwhile.

Several heavyweight newspapers stationed in Las Vegas also received anonymous phone calls, and after discovering that something was wrong with the police's actions, they flocked to the police like sharks smelling blood...

A shocking news, with lightning speed, used the Internet to spread quickly and quickly before the Las Vegas executives could react.

Along with the spread of Santoni's message and the photo of the heavy artillery...

The whole state of Nevada, it's messed up.

...

"Mom, your fried bacon is still so delicious."

Dean patted his stomach contentedly and gave a thumbs up to the white woman across the table.

"Haha, baby, did your little mouth smear honey today?"

The white woman, Dean's mother, Sheila, was very pleased with Dean's reaction, and poured all the bacons left on the plate into Dean's plate, causing the thin young man to roll his eyes.

He is Dean's younger brother Thompson, with black hair and brown eyes, a thin build, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, revealing an elegant temperament that is incompatible with this place.

A brown-haired little Lori sitting next to Thompson, with a disgruntled face on her cute face, muttered to Sheila: "Sheila, Dean is not good at all, he doesn't talk much." ”

"Hey, my precious sister, did you say you missed me before?"

“NO！”

Little Lori shook her finger: "Dean, no gifts, no sister!" ”

"Haha!"

Sheila was amused by her youngest daughter's words and winked at Dean, "Dean, I reminded you not to forget the gift." ”

Dean put down his fork a little embarrassed: "Sinclair, I just sent off a friend of mine, I'm not in a good mood, I forgot about it, I'm sorry." ”

After he got into trouble, he rushed back, where do you remember these little things.

Dean's words made Sheila react.

She stepped forward and gave Dean a hug: "Baby, it's not your fault, you came back from Las Vegas, drove all the way, I'm afraid you're tired now, go to sleep after eating." ”

Dean nodded.

Thompson, who was on the side, heard Las Vegas, and his eyes lit up.

He said excitedly to Dean: "Dean, I saw the news today that a thief in Las Vegas found a 210 mm caliber heavy gun in the garage of a residential area during the theft, is this true?" ”

Dean shook his head: "I don't know, anyway, before I left, I didn't hear about this, so it wouldn't be a small newspaper that reported it randomly, right?" ”

"No way, this is a report just published by a few large newspapers, and there are pictures on the Internet!"

Thompson raised his glasses: "I heard that the owner of that garage used to be the forensic doctor of our Los Angeles Police Department, Forensic Section!" I'm sure there's a shocking secret hidden here! ”

"Perhaps."

Dean shrugged and lowered his head again.

After eating.

Dean lay on the bed, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Santoni's affair is over.

The only hidden danger is the connection between Mas and Santoni.

He made such a big fuss and exposed everything to the sun, hoping that the forces behind Santoni would mess with themselves, muddy the waters, and cover up the traces of Maas.

"There was no monitoring around the public phone booth where I called the police, and I changed my voice by means, and my predecessor and family members were safe for eight years after the death of my father, and everything will be fine..."

Dean comforted himself.

Pondered.

Dean's eyes slowly closed and he fell into a deep sleep.

The other side.

Eve walked out of the director's office with a smile on her face.

Thanks to the big news that broke in Las Vegas.

The Los Angeles Police Department and the judiciary have accelerated the trial process of the bank cash truck robbery case, preparing to form a stark contrast with the Las Vegas side.

Other words.

The robbery of a bank cash truck can be declared closed.

Eve returned to the office, finally couldn't contain her joy, clenched her fists fiercely, and sent the message to Dean at the same time.

Almost at the same time.

Dean in his sleep, a line of information flowed through his mind: [Bank cash truck robbery case solved, experience points +600, congratulations on host upgrade, L0→L3, +3 attribute points, +3 skill points...]