"I'm under suspicion, this round is over!"

"Nope! I haven't had enough of it! ”

"Kaz, don't force me to help you offline!"

“… Got it, butcher, it's been a pleasure working with you, and I'm looking forward to the next game..."

Toot toot...

On the other end of the phone, there was a busy signal.

Bill opened the flip cover of the phone expressionlessly, took out the phone card inside, opened his mouth and swallowed it, chewing while muttering hatefully: "Dean..."

He hated this newcomer who suddenly interrupted his game!

Suddenly.

Click~

The door to the morgue was opened again.

Bill was startled, and turned his head suddenly, and when he saw the person who was coming, his pupils shrank.

Dean!

He's back!

Think of the soundproofing of the morgue.

Bill suppressed the horror in his heart and said expressionlessly, "Is there anything else?" ”

"I seem to hear someone talking about me, Bill, it's you..."

Dean didn't finish.

“FK，You。”

Bill roared angrily, and his body of more than 300 pounds, like a violent bear standing upright, actually grabbed an iron table weighing dozens of pounds with his thick right hand, like a discus, with the sound of whistling wind, and smashed it towards Dean.

!

Dean's face changed, and he only had time to cross his hands in a cross shape to block him.

The next moment.

An icy force slammed in.

Dean's body, which weighed more than 180 pounds, flew into the air, wrapped around the iron table, slammed into the glass porch of the morgue, and bounced back to the ground.

"You shouldn't mess with me!"

Bill smashed Dean with a blow, and his thin eyes wrapped in fat flesh burst out bloodshot, changing his usual slow and obese posture, crashing into the morgue between the two, and pounced on Dean who was dazed on the ground.

His strength is terrifying.

Even though Dean reacted extremely quickly and his physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people, he still took a moment to regain control of his body.

It's such a momentary dullness.

Bill's body of more than 300 pounds slammed into Dean's chest, locking his limbs and strangled, and pulling him violently!

Crunch!

Dean's limbs were skeletal and jointed, making an overwhelmed noise.

He snorted, endured the tearing pain in his limbs, and gritted his teeth to break free from Bill's strangulation, only to find that his limbs had been staggered and locked by Bill.

The harder.

The more tearing the body.

At this moment, Bill is like a giant python of more than 300 pounds, entangled him to death, no matter how strong he is, he has lost the opportunity to resist.

One lock on all four limbs.

Life and death are not up to anyone!

Bill was too decisive!

Who would have thought that a big fat dun with a withdrawn personality and a fat body on weekdays would actually have infinite strength and be proficient in strangulation skills!

With Bill's weight of more than 300 pounds.

Even if Dean wasn't killed by Bill's hand-to-hand fight, he might not be Bill's opponent.

Critical moments.

Dean endured the severe pain and said with difficulty: "Are you crazy, attack me for no reason!" ”

"Stop acting!"

Bill's eyes were bloodshot: "Tell me where the listening equipment is, otherwise, after pinching you to death, I will send your family down to accompany you!" ”

Dean must have hidden the listening device in the shadows before he returned.

This kind of evidence, although it can only be used as auxiliary evidence because of its legitimacy, but he has just said the existence of Kaz himself.

Once Kaz is caught, he will definitely die!

!

Dean truly realized Bill's horror at this moment.

He actually noticed his secret hand just because he said hi, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly killed him.

At this moment, Bill was also terrified.

How could this person's muscles and bones be so tough?

Under his full strength, even a well-trained strong man would definitely have his limbs broken, but Dean under him still had the strength to speak, which was really incredible!

When the two are at a stalemate with each other.

Bill's assistant, Holtz, heard the movement and ran out of the inner room.

See the scene in front of you.

Holtz's delicate face was full of consternation: "Bill, Dean, are you crazy..."

"Not good!"

Realizing that he had been delayed for too long, Bill flashed a fierce look in his eyes and opened his mouth to bite Dean's throat.

Kill Dean and Holtz.

He still has a chance to escape!

Just a moment when Bill looked up.

Dean slammed his upper body hard, ignoring the sharp pain in his hands, and bit Bill's shoulder with all his might, turning his head and tearing it off.

"Ahh

Bill let out a terrible howl, and the strength that was holding Dean's limbs loosened.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Think of Bill's threat to himself.

Dean, whose mouth was full of blood, kicked his legs and pushed Bill, who was more than 300 pounds, to the side, and his right hand, which was almost unconscious, touched his waist.

The administration of justice in the United States is extremely fucked.

He doesn't want to face the revenge of Bill, a pervert with high intelligence and high force, in a few years!

Bill must die!

The moment Bill was pushed away, he realized that something was wrong.

He endured the pain of torn flesh and blood, and his fat big hands grabbed the iron table from before, and raised it high, about to crush Dean to death.

Bang~

Gunfire flickered.

Eleven-millimeter bullets burst out.

Bill's body shook, and dark red blood slipped from the center of his eyebrows, turning the world in front of him into a blur, taking away all the strength of his body...

Boom~

The raised iron table, accompanied by Bill's fallen body, rolled to the side, waking up the frightened Holtz.

Is this a dream?

Holtz stretched out his hand dizzily, touched the sticky thing on his face, brought it to his eyes, looked down, red and white, fishy smell, and with the unique warmth of the human body...

Years of experience in dissection had taught him that it was real, fresh brains that had just sputtered out of Bill's head.

Yes!!!

Holtz finally came to his senses, like a frightened rabbit, let out a super-high decibel scream, rolled and crawled, and ran out of the morgue.

"Bah, bah..."

Dean moved to the wall, leaned against the cold wall, spat out a few mouthfuls of bloody spit, let go of the pistol, pulled out the phone with difficulty, and dialed Lawrence with his nimble tongue.

The joints of his hands and feet are now swollen and bruised so badly that he really can't exert his strength.

Lawrence answered the phone quickly.

He also thought Dean was here to inquire about the progress of his investigation: "Dean, I'm still trying to get Bill's communication logs..."

"Lawrence!" Dean gasped: "I'm in the third morgue of the forensic department, help me call an ambulance, and you immediately call the deputy team and go to Bill's house to see if you can find clues about a person named Katz Codename, he and Bill are the murderers of the serial burglary murder!" ”

"Dean..."

"Don't ink, Bill just finished talking to that Kaz on the phone, they have another calling card, they usually contact through the Internet, don't let him run away!"

"Well..."

That's when it happened.

Outside the hallway, there was the sound of dense footsteps.

Dean seemed to think of something, and while Lawrence hadn't hung up the phone, he hurriedly shouted: "Lawrence, call Harry to come to me and retrieve the device!" ”

It was almost as soon as Dean finished speaking.

“Stand down！”

Several guards, armed with guns, rushed in and aimed at Dean, who was leaning against the wall.