Catholicism is the largest religion in Los Angeles.

It has a lot of influence in the surrounding area.

If there are more believers, there will be influence and money.

So most of the Catholic priests lived very well, and although there were ascetics, they did not include Bronhagen, who was the archbishop.

In addition to some major ceremonies and participation in the baptism of children of wealthy families.

Most of the time.

Bronhagen all live on a small estate outside the city.

In fact, this is also a strange scene in many large cities in the United States in recent years.

Those who have money go out, and those who don't have money gather in the city center.

The apartment became a place for the poor.

Beye Manor is the favorite of the rich.

Powerful people, through these hard conditions, divide people into different levels.

But that's what makes Dean's actions easier.

As the Catholic archbishop of Los Angeles, Brownhagen has a lot of information on the Internet, and even fanatical believers will update his itinerary every day, just like chasing stars.

If this unlucky guy doesn't die, who will die?

Actually, if it weren't for Dean wanting to keep a low profile.

It's not hard to kill this kind of honorary public figure.

Two o'clock in the morning.

All things are lonely.

Dean's pickup truck also came to the vicinity of the town where Bronhagen was located.

He put on a mask early, two Glock 19s in his waist, a CZ-805 on his back, and various magazines on his legs, and shuttled through the woods to the largest manor outside the town.

According to online information.

The Archbishop of Bronhagen lived in poverty, living on a manor house built with the help of the 'believers', growing his own vegetables, and having only two old friends by his side for many years.

But Dean knew it was.

Bronhagen, but every year from the bone marrow of those lonely old people, at least more than 20 million dollars of oil and water.

This kind of person doesn't enjoy enjoyment, and he can't live up to his own beast heart.

I walked in the dark for about 10 minutes.

The silhouette of a manor shrouded in night appeared in front of Dean.

The manor is more like a small farm.

The perimeter is blocked by a fence.

The interior is planted with fruits and vegetables.

But not many people know about the situation inside.

By the moonlight.

Dean noticed that the fenced plants outside the manor were flickering red and green from time to time.

It's a laser sensor light, and it's not a clever thing.

It can only serve as an early warning.

But this also shows that the manor is not as simple as it is said on the Internet.

Dean sprinkled some pungent powder on his body, then avoided the laser lights and climbed into the farm, following the paths on both sides of the world and feeling inside.

There was a subtle snoring sound from the dark fields.

This should be some sleeping dogs.

Penetrate the second line of defense.

Dean cautiously walked for about five hundred meters, and finally saw the real manor in front of him.

It was a large two-storey loft.

It's been a bit old.

The attic is slightly lonely and empty in the moonlight, much like the classic wilderness haunted house in a horror movie.

Dean first circled around the attic, and finally opened and closed the doors and windows to identify Bronhagen's room, and grabbed the bulge outside the attic with his bare hands, and carried himself up.

Coming out of the window of the master bedroom on the second floor.

Through the window, Dean could only see a person lying inside, but he couldn't tell if the other person was Brownhargan himself.

But it doesn't hurt.

Kill, see if you give experience points or not, you will know if the other party is Bronhagen or not.

Dean reached into his pocket, pulled out a thin thread, slipped it into the gap in the window, and with a few strokes, opened the locked window into a small gap.

After that, he took out a thin tube about half a meter long from behind his back, dipped some metal powder in a plastic box, and aimed it at the figure on the bed, pulling the mechanism.

A flash of coldness.

As if he had been bitten by a mosquito, the person on the bed subconsciously touched the needle and continued to fall asleep.

Make sure the other person has been shot.

Dean waited patiently.

It's really a blow needle.

In the past, I used to blow through my mouth to a thin tube.

But when the DNA test came out, the original mouth blowing method was decommissioned on the spot.

The blow pin has also changed with the times, and has been replaced with a simple mechanism, which can cause a good penetration effect at a distance of ten meters.

The contaminated powder is a mineral toxin.

Mineral toxins have the advantages of simple preservation, quick effect, easy extraction, stable properties, and high cost performance, and are the first choice for assassination.

I waited for about a minute.

The person who had been sleeping soundly on the bed struggled violently, as if he was cramping all over his body, and as if he were having a seizure, he convulsed a few times, and then slammed into the bed.

He's dead!

Dean's face sank under his mask.

There are no hints on the panel!

This is not Bronhagen.

Just as he was about to go into the house and search for it, to empty it.

Accompanying the person in bed cardiac arrest.

Woo woo woo~

Shrill sirens sounded from all over the manor.

"!"

"This person is also part of the manor's vigilance!"

Listening to the shrill sirens and the unmoved manor, Dean's eyes flashed fiercely, kicked open the window from the other side, removed the CZ-805 with a full hundred rounds of ammunition on his back, and began to search for the location of Bronhagen.

Thieves don't go empty!

Killing all the beasts here is also the perfect infiltration!

In Dean's eyes anyway.

Brownhagen and the dogleg next to him are not people.

Of course, once it has passed twenty minutes, there is no harvest yet.

Dean would not hesitate to leave.

It's in the middle of nowhere, except for a few small characters in the town not far away, and it's half an hour's drive from the larger police station.

Twenty minutes is the cordon in Dean's heart.

Inside the attic, the alarm is noisy.

Although it is very unlikely that it can reach the town, Dean, who is embarrassed and angry, still blows up the alarm devices one by one.

As a crappy killer.

He simply didn't do anything, directly turned on the lights in the room, and quickly searched the past.

The attic is on two floors.

A few minutes.

Dean took a cursory look at all the rooms.

No one at all.

Besides.

Dean found traces of human life in the utility room on the first floor.

Look at the clothes and accessories.

Similar to the pajamas of the man who died on the second floor.

But the beds in the utility room are surprisingly luxurious and out of step with their surroundings.

Dean guessed that usually this guy Brownhagen did live in the master bedroom on the second floor, but when he slept, he changed beds with the servant very doggy.

What about others?

If you don't sleep at night, where do you die?

"Bronhagen's whereabouts outside the town have never been hidden from the believers in the town, and every day people post the information about his own farming online, which means that he does live here"

Since it's not in the attic on the bright side.

That is, there is a dark room under the attic!

Thinking of so many lines that needed to be laid out for surveillance, Dean rushed out of the room, and after scanning the bare lines outside, his eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the kitchen behind the attic.

Now.

In the basement, an old man in his fifties frowned at the masked man in the camera and rushed to the entrance of the basement.

He sighed, took a set of shabby priest's robes from outside the bed, put them on, stood in front of the cold guns hanging on the wall, and prayed sincerely: "O great Lord, the believer Almodoka will sacrifice for you a lost lamb, may your great Holy Spirit protect me"

A wall away.

Already loud gunfire rang out.

The other party has discovered the entrance and is destroying the mechanism!

The old man was unmoved, and after finishing his prayer sincerely, he grabbed the large rotating troll in front of him, which was the thickness of an adult's arm, and hung a large string of bullets on the wall like a string of garlic around his neck at random, and calmly walked towards the entrance of the tunnel.

He killed countless battles for the Lord in his life, and his hands were full of blood.

Just one intruder.

Killing is like slaughtering a dog.

This is also the main reason why the Archbishop of Bronhagen did everything he wanted, but dared to live in the manor with two old servants!

Guarding against others is one thing.

A down-and-out 'Punishment Knight' guard is also a very important aspect!

Touch!

A muffled sound!

Along with the violent destruction of the junction.

The camouflaged iron door slammed into the underground passage.

Without looking, Dean reached into the tunnel and pulled the trigger to sweep around, trying to cover all the areas at the end of the tunnel.

Dangdang~

The crisp sound of bullet casings falling to the ground continued.

Until the magazine is emptied.

Dean put on a new drum magazine and jumped into the tunnel.

I saw the end of the brightly lit tunnel.

An old man with a thick skeleton, supported by an exaggerated troll, covered in bullet holes and blood, stared wide-eyed, staring at Dean who jumped into the passage, looking deadly.

Dean: "It's really a bad hit." ”

He was cautious, and he didn't care if there were fish or not, he fried it first, but he didn't expect that there would really be fish that would automatically take the bait, so he was waiting for him on the other side of the channel.

Stop.

This old man looks mighty, and the troll is estimated to be powerful.

Once let the other party shoot.

In a small tunnel, people come in and become a sieve.

Dean touched the dirt and affirmed his thoughts, and his originally apprehensive heart was also relieved.

There should be no other way out of this place, and it is unlikely that there is a self-destruct explosive hidden in it.

That's what he said from experience.

Tunnels are places that are either used for escape or for hiding private places, and they all require strong privacy.

In ancient times, nobles and wealthy people could also kill construction workers.

Modern times are much more troublesome.

The point is that Bronhagen's identity can't do that either.

Although he is the head of the Catholic Church in Los Angeles, he is more akin to a courtesan, with great influence and connections, but he no longer has the status he had hundreds of years ago.

Otherwise, they would not have risked ruining their reputation.

Go gnaw on the bone marrow of those old people.

He needs money, to maintain his contacts and status!

Therefore, this underground secret room should be used more to hide secrets.

Reality is not a movie.

Not every underground passage is full of mechanisms.

It's not that simple to get this thing, and it's easy to fall into disrepair and accidentally injure your own people.

Since there are people guarding the passage.

It indicates that it is unlikely that the passage has a mechanism.

Dean walked against the wall, walked quickly to the dead old man, looked at him twice, and then turned his attention to the front.

The passage he passed through was more like a doorway corridor.

Inside, there is a small cubicle of about five square meters.

A bed, half of the wall's surveillance, takes up almost all the space.

Outside the cubicle, there is another door.

There was a lot of movement outside.

Inside, there was no reaction.

I don't know if the people inside were frightened, or if the sound insulation here was so good that the people inside didn't know what was going on outside.

Simply look for it.

Dean didn't find the key.

This thing is usually open, and only when a person enters can the door that looks heavy can be closed from the inside.

This made Dean more interested in what's inside.

He carefully observed the construction of the door of the lower compartment.

After all, it's a man with L1 skills in stealing, and although he is not proficient, he also has a certain understanding of the structure of door locks.

This door can be broken!

Dean lifted his foot, and was about to kick the door to the junction, but as if he had thought of something, he grabbed the dead body that was leaning against the wall, and dragged it close to the compartment door, before stepping down hard.

Touch~

The sound of violent impact echoes through the narrow underground space.

Dust was scattered.

In the area where the door and wall are connected, obvious cracks appeared.

There's a play!

Dean came hard, using the power of Gu Muay Thai, one foot concentrated the power in the connection position, and more than a dozen feet came up, with a muffled click.

The thick compartment door fell crookedly inside.

Dean didn't hesitate, grabbed the corpse on the side, used it as a shield, pulled the trigger in his hand in advance, and rushed in.

The next moment.

Bang bang bang~

Bullets fired.

Violent gunfire echoed.

The wide corpse in front of Dean was trembling from the beating, and a woman's screams were also heard from inside the compartment.

Someone got shot!

Dean ignored the matter, dragging the body back into the cubicle, while the muzzle of the gun rained down in the direction of the screams.

A rifle is more important than a pistol, and speed is more important than accuracy.

Accompanied by precision strikes.

The screaming lasted less than two seconds before it stopped.

There was no movement in the counterattack inside.

Dean listened intently for a while, thought about it, picked up the huge troll hanging on the corpse, dragged the corpse with his left hand, and took the spray with his right hand, and walked back in.

In this small space, in front of trolls, they are equal for life, even if the other party wears body armor, it is useless!

When he was undoubtedly a little too cautious.

I saw the small room.

A terrified old man, huddled under a strangely shaped operating table, holding a pistol that had no bullets, desperately pulled the trigger on Dean

on the operating table.

A slick, half-dissected corpse that had been beaten to pieces.

Under the stage, there was also a female corpse, lying in a corner, out of breath.

Seeing that the other party was no longer threatening, Dean glanced around, habitually determining the environment, but saw that on the four corners, there were red lights flashing, and it was clear that there were four high-definition uncensored cameras covering the front and back of the entire room

!

Dean felt bad, threw away the corpse in front of him, raised his gun and fired four shots in a row, after blowing up four cameras, he angrily rushed to the old man and smashed him on the corpse on the operating table.

"Say, what were you doing!!

"It's over, it's all over!" The old man smiled miserably, reversed his previous frightened posture, and grabbed the gun in his hand without fear of death.

Dean subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Click~

Blood splattered.

The next moment.

A message appeared in Dean's mind.

[Old Man Slaughterhouse Case Solved, Experience +5000, L9→L12, Attribute Points +3, Skill Points +3]

This experience gain did not disappoint Dean.

Plus the XP points that were close to the upgrade before.

This time, it was promoted three levels in a row.

It's a wave of fat!

Harvest to harvest.

But seeing the cameras in the corner of the wall that were blown up by himself, Dean felt a little uneasy.

I seem to have heard this scene somewhere.

"No matter, what do you like, I'm wearing a mask anyway!"

Dean suppressed his uneasiness, looked at the breathless Brownhagen with some regret, and turned to leave.

Originally, he still thought that Brownhagen had made so much black money, and he could borrow some to help him spend it, which could be regarded as helping him accumulate virtue from God.

As a result, this old man deliberately looked for death, and he instinctively reacted too quickly.

The traces were simply cleaned up and the monitoring equipment was destroyed.

Dean drove back to the city.

At the same time.

On an encrypted live broadcast network platform that is extremely rare at present, with the black screen of the live broadcast, the blood-red barrage jumps quickly.

Came back a little late.

Today's three chapters and ten thousand thirteen have been updated (plus Mrs. Haas's character notes, which are actually 15,000 updates.).

Before twelve o'clock.

There is also a chapter to add.

Plus more, brothers can watch it again tomorrow.

The dog thief went to eat first.

(End of chapter)