Amodeo is being held in a reception cell.

The detention room is located on the basement two floors of the building, with direct access to the garage, guarded by special guards, with independent power supply and 24-hour surveillance.

Out of the interrogation room.

Under the watchful eye of numerous FBI reserve cadets.

Dean and Anthony walked towards the elevator.

It wasn't until the two of them left that Cheston in the corner breathed a sigh of relief.

After going back this time, these students will be able to become regulars.

He originally thought that after he became a regular, he would find a way to get in trouble with Dean and his partner.

But now I see the cordial faces of Dean and His Excellency Anthony.

This is obviously not a good choice.

...

in the elevator.

Anthony began to teach: "Dean, when you want to deal with the prisoners you don't want to see again, and you don't want to get yourself in trouble, the easiest way is to send them to the right prison. ”

"Private prison?"

"Yes." Anthony nodded: "I have shares in many private prisons, and some prisoners with no background can be easily disposed of." ”

Speaking of which.

Anthony had a smug smile on his face: "I noticed the development of private prisons for a long time, more than ten years ago, the government was unable to support the huge amount of prison expenditure, so I used my connections and my companions to open the first batch of prisons, plus each private prison, will bring in local justices, so the development has been good." ”

Arrest, trial, send to prison, generate income, open new prisons...

Anthony's one-stop service can be called intimate.

Just offend him.

Anthony can make the other party's arrangement clear.

Dean was disappointed.

Because this method is good, but through the hands of others, it is always easy to leave a handle.

Even if the person is Anthony.

Except for yourself.

Dean didn't believe anyone.

"Is there any other way?"

Anthony looked relieved: "You are very cautious, this is very good, there are other ways, naturally there are others." ”

"If you just want to handle it yourself, then I have a prop recommendation here."

Anthony flashed the ring on his hand.

"There's a hair-sized syringe in there, which holds the nerve paralysis toxin.

As long as he inadvertently pressed the prisoner's neck, he would die of respiratory failure in a short period of time, and with current technology, it is difficult to analyze the cause of death. ”

"I have more than a dozen copies of similar potions here."

"However, these are small meanings, really powerful people, don't need to be so troublesome, Dean, do you know what I mean?"

Dean nodded: "Got it!" ”

I was limited to the vision of my previous life, and I was still too petty.

When you are in power, the other party will choke to death with saliva, hang yourself on a water pipe 30 centimeters above the ground, drown yourself in the basin...

These ways of dying will become very reasonable.

Do it yourself, but it will only add to the trouble.

The elevator doors open.

Anthony leads Dean to the makeshift cell where Amodeo is being held.

Movement is heard.

Amodeo, who was working out with his bare hands, looked up.

See who is coming.

His face showed joy: "Mr. Anthony, is there a result?" ”

After discovering that he was unable to recover, Amodeo very simply betrayed the Lucifer Game Organization and gave him all the tasks assigned to him.

Anthony didn't even look at Amodeo, asked the two FBIs guarding the other party to leave the room, and then turned to Dean and said, "If you understand, just do it." ”

Dean nodded, unlocked the cell from the outside, and walked into the cell.

Feeling vaguely uneasy, Amodeo retreated to the corner and assumed a boxing defensive stance: "Mr. Anthony, this.."

The next moment.

Dean kicked out, with a sharp sound, and hit Amodeo's leg joint.

There was a pop of clicks.

Before Amodeo could react, his right leg was already twisted and deformed, and the whole person was also volleyed up in the air and fell heavily to the ground under the huge force.

Before Amodeo could howl, Dean threw another punch into his head.

Bang~

There was a muffled thud on the cell floor.

Amodeo's newly raised head slammed into the ground.

Dark red blood spilled out.

Amodeo's head was sunken, his eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and his lips squirmed twice, and then he froze completely...

"Threaten me?"

Dean raised the corners of his mouth, touched Amodeo's neck, and after making sure that the other party was dead, he got up and walked out of the cell, looking at Anthony with a smile: "Old man, how is it?" ”

"Your strength is very fast, but your hands are a little rougher, and the way you exert your strength is not right."

Anthony gave a very pertinent assessment.

He clapped his hands.

The two FBIs who had gone out earlier came in again.

Anthony pointed to the motionless Amodeo in the cell and said, "He played handstand, he threw himself to death, dispose of it." ”

In the face of this outrageous statement.

Without asking, they quickly took out a large box from a corner of the cell, took out various props and body bags from it, and walked into the cell to start processing.

Look at this familiar business process.

Dean, the former scavenger, couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Professional!

That's Anthony's third lesson to Dean: power!

...

Leave two small Karami to dispose of the corpse.

After making a phone call to his men who were still in the interrogation room, Anthony took Dean to the café inside the detective station.

"Dean, Amodeo has given some very important information before, I need to deal with it, and I need to find a way to explain the death of so many students this time.

For a short period of time.

I can't teach you by your side.

These are all things I'm good at. ”

As he spoke, Anthony put a form in front of Dean: "I won't have much, you see what you want to learn first, I'll arrange it for you." ”

Dean picked up the form and flipped through it.

There is a long list of names on it: Mind Reading, Scar Recognition, Tracking, Anti-Tracking, Footprint Analysis, Camouflage, Special Pharmacy, Battlefield Traps, Code Breaking, Quick Memory, Israeli Krav Maga...

Dean: "..."

Isn't that an exaggeration?

The key is to look at these skills.

Dean vaguely felt that the Akaz Academy in Anthony's mouth didn't seem to be a serious place.

Anthony seemed to guess what Dean was thinking, and explained: "Akaz Academy, at the beginning, was actually the name of a killer organization, and then it was absorbed by the royal family and specialized in agent training, so I know a little more. ”

God is a little bit special.

Dean put down the list speechlessly: "There are many things above, I'm afraid you need one-on-one guidance to get started, right?" ”

"Yes, under normal circumstances, you should study with me for a few years, which is why we are called the Akazi Academy."

Anthony chuckled: "But don't you want to join the FBI, I'll have to come over to teach you when I'm done, and you can also choose what you want to learn first, and I will arrange someone to teach you first." ”

The FBI is too complicated.

Dean really doesn't want to get too involved right now.

He looked at the list tangledly, and finally stopped his finger on a name: "Old man, I'll learn this first, and the rest will be said when you're done." ”

Anthony read the name on it clearly and took out a note: "I guessed that you would choose this a long time ago, this is the person I have already helped you contact, if you want to learn, just call him." ”

So awesome?

Dean took the note unconvinced, and after reading the contents clearly, he was finally convinced.

The note reads: Karp, Israeli Krav Maga expert, phone XXX.

That's the skill Dean has chosen.

Anthony smiled: "Aren't you asking a girl named Laura to help you find a martial arts expert, Karp is the elite inside, he owes me a favor, and he will teach you with his heart." ”

"Alright, it's time for me to leave."

With that, Anthony stood up.

Dean hurriedly said, "Old man, Bill..."

Anthony raised his hand to stop Dean's words, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Dean, if you refuse to be my apprentice, I will give you those materials." Not now! I don't want my other apprentice to die at the hands of Lucifer's Game Organization. ”

Dean was silent for a moment and nodded, "Old man, stay safe." ”

Anthony waved his hand and disappeared from Dean's vision.