Outside the interrogation room.

Seven or eight people were listlessly in a daze, each with their own agenda.

One of them noticed Dean coming, and greeted him with an unhappy expression: "Your Excellency Anthony is waiting for you inside." ”

Dean couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the other person's face.

He recognized the other.

This man was the first time he came to his own Cheston Horn, the unlucky guy who had been rewarded by Lawrence with a few Texas pushes.

Seeing Dean's sneering face, anger rose in his eyes, and as if he thought of something, Cheston sneered, and turned back to his companions.

Dean noticed that the two Hanhan who were beaten by himself last time didn't see any of them now, and he didn't know if something had happened or if he had been arranged to do something else.

In the interrogation room, it was pitch black.

In the small corner where the prisoner was sitting, there was a flickering screen, reflecting Anthony's somewhat gloomy face.

"You look like a Hollywood villain now." Dean closed the door and walked behind Anthony.

Anthony pushed the laptop in his hand: "I'd rather be a big villain than be a fool to be teased." ”

Dean's eyes were already drawn to the video on the computer.

It's still a rarity.

In the video, there is a picture that is played repeatedly for about ten seconds:

Dimly lit corridors.

Seven members of the FBI, dressed in uniform and wearing headsets, are guarding the various checkpoints.

A dark shadow flashed through the frame.

The next moment.

Two balls of gunfire flickered by.

The first four people didn't even have a chance to react, and all died of headshots.

Before the other three could figure out the location of the intruder.

The shadow flicked his left hand.

The three people who had just alternately covered the advance collapsed to the ground for no reason, and watched a thin figure in a black robe and a clown mask walk up to them and shoot them one by one, blowing off their heads!

Clear the guards.

The clown killer suddenly turned his head, made a V-sign arrogantly to the camera, and then raised his pistol...

Bang!

The picture is now pitch black.

Dean's eyes widened.

the groove.

Is it so fierce?

He was armed with a pistol, and although he was confident that he could sweep the seven FBIs, he would definitely not be able to do so easily as the other party.

The key is that the three people in the back, why did they suddenly fall to the ground?

Dean subconsciously replaced himself with those FBIs.

Several simulations.

In the end, he shook his head.

With physical strength and pistol mastery.

He can only be sure of killing the other party, but his reaction speed cannot avoid the opponent's bullets.

This kind of master.

He didn't even have the qualifications to meet in his previous life.

"Who is he?"

Dean couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"The third killer in North America, Joker V." Anthony's voice was tired: "The one who threatened the lawyer of the Truckers Guild was just a small leader of the Dagger Gang, and we wasted a lot of effort to force the Dagger Gang to take the initiative to hand him over, but before he could be interrogated, V appeared." ”

Seven reservists were depleted with this.

Even Anthony is under tremendous pressure right now.

"The trail is broken?"

"It's broken, after V killed all my men, he directly killed that little boss, by the way...", Anthony seemed to think of something, and looked at Dean: "I remember that you have the blood of that ancient country in the East, do you know the silver needle secret weapon?" ”

"Hidden weapon?" , Dean exclaimed.

Of course he does!

Not only do you know about it, but you know a little bit about it.

In Dean's previous life, he learned his nimble blade from a crippled old man living in Southeast Asia.

According to the old man, because of the war in the early years.

Many masters with a heritage have gone overseas and scattered around the world to survive.

Dean has been very interested in this since then, and has even watched a Chinese black boxer fight, and it is indeed extremely fierce.

The fist is like a hammer, and the foot is like an axe.

The opponent punched and kicked him three times, and he smashed the ribs of a hairy bear master alive and broke his neck.

Pity.

After the game.

Without waiting for Dean to step forward, he approached.

The other party was killed by the gold owner on the side of the hairy bear master, who sent a gunman to shoot indiscriminately.

Since then, Dean has given up on learning kung fu and has instead practiced marksmanship.

Well, times have changed.

"Dean?"

Dean came back to his senses: "I heard my father say it, but this kind of method, it seems that there are not many inheritances, and they are all in the same lineage, and they are not usually revealed." ”

"Yes, a couple of Los Angeles kung fu martial artists I consulted said pretty much the same thing." , Anthony nodded, pointed to the screen and said: "Did you see the last three people, they were only when the thin needles quenched with toxins penetrated their necks before they lost control of their bodies." ”

Three stitches in one moment.

Anthony shook his head.

Calculated according to the instrument.

The speed at which each needle flies out in an instant is close to the speed of sound.

How could a human hand make a fluttering needle burst out at such a fast speed in an instant, and it was still so accurate?

It's simply incomprehensible.

Anthony retracted his thoughts, looked at Dean, and said in a serious tone: "Okay, Dean, last time I said I wanted you to be my apprentice, what did you think about it?" ”

"Do I have to join the FBI?"

"No, it's your freedom." , Anthony sighed:

"I am a member of the Commonwealth Akaz Academy, and I am specially hired by the FBI, and I bring at least a dozen students every year.

But there are only two real apprentices at the moment.

One of them, serving in MI6 of the Commonwealth, is the head of a department.

The other person was originally part of the same FBI as me.

I spent a lot of effort on him.

But three years ago, he led his men to investigate a cleansing game in New York involving Lucifer's Games, which ended in the destruction of the army.

I'm just going back to the front line from semi-retirement, and I want to destroy the Lucifer Games organization! ”

Sounds awesome!

Dean took a deep breath.

In his previous life, he was a mass-produced cannon fodder.

Anthony in front of him.

is definitely the most awesome person he has come into contact with in his past and present life.

What is it called?

Good luck!

Dean tried to calm down and said in a deep voice, "What does it take to be your apprentice?" ”

"Just be yourself." Anthony laughed, his voice hoarse as a snake: "Don't think about it, Dean, I just don't want the name of Akaz Academy to sink completely, as for the Lucifer Game Organization, I will deal with it, and you don't need to bear any pressure." ”

So good?

Anthony said it so unselfishly that it made Dean hesitate.

Seeing this, Anthony smiled: "Dean, someone approached me before to verify whether you are my apprentice. You didn't hesitate when you used my name to blackmail, why are you worried now? ”

Dean: "..."

It must have been the fat black man from Hutu.

Sooner or later, find a chance to clean him up!

That's it.

That's all for that.

Left and right are two hundred pounds of meat.

"Okay, I agree." , Dean bowed slightly: "Old man, congratulations, you have obtained an extremely good apprenticeship." ”

Anthony gave Dean a thumbs up: "Nothing else is clear, but at least he's thick-skinned." ”

The two looked at each other and laughed.

The name was determined.

Anthony looked at Dean and looked at him kindly: "Do you still want to ask me, there are definitely many people who seem to be better than you, why do you fall in love with you, right?" ”

Dean's eyes widened.

He did have this doubt.

"This used to be called mind reading, but now it's called micro-expression and psychological analysis, and I'll teach you later."

Anthony stood up and put away his laptop: "Let's go, I haven't taught you the third lesson last time, and now I'll tell you how to deal with people you don't want to see anymore reasonably and legally!" ”

Dean took the laptop bag with a doggy twist.

I want to learn mind reading!

He's still saving up two skill points, so it's useless!