On the way to the bootcamp.

Dean looked out the window at the scenery and was slightly bored.

The driver was a bald black man with a blank face and fierce facial features, and he belonged to the kind of people who could directly blend in with the Somali pirates if they resisted AK47.

The two of them have spent more than an hour together from getting into the car to now, but they have only spoken two words.

One is to check identity.

One is that Dean asked several times how long it would take to get to the camp.

The other party's answer is always: right away!

"Man, do you mind if I smoke in the car?"

The black head does not look back.

Backbite~

The windows open automatically.

Well, that's the indication that you can.

This hairy man refused to even look at him, nodding!

Dean leaned against the window of the car in frustration, took out his cigarette and lit it, looked at the scenery outside, and took a hard puff.

He found that his second-level mind reading technique was useless in front of the person in front of him.

Because you can't face a sculpture and analyze what is useful.

This guy is very professional.

That's when it happened.

Outside the driveway, a small and inconspicuous tree quickly passed in front of Dean's eyes.

Dean's pupils shrank.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and pretended to be inadvertent: "Man, are you sure we're going to the base, how do I feel like we've driven almost two hundred kilometers?" ”

Half an hour ago.

They've been here before!

"Found out?"

The bald black man with a blank face, Sima's face fell, and he glanced at the time next to him: "Your observation is very good, open the partition above your head, there is a drawing board on it, If you can draw our road map, then your permission to enter the camp will be approved." ”

"This thing still needs to be tested in the camp?" With an unhappy face, Dean took a small white grid drawing board from the top of his head.

"Haha." The black man laughed, heard the car on the side of the road, and said in a kind tone: "I didn't need to, but who called you Anthony's student, by the way, Dean, that's the sketchpad I bought for my daughter, you can use it gently." ”

Hear the words of black people.

Dean was writing and drawing on the drawing board and asked curiously, "Is Anthony famous in your group?" ”

"Of course!" , the bald black man nodded as a matter of course:

"His Excellency Anthony is a special staff member of the FBI.

He has taught many excellent students.

And many of those people have now withdrawn from the front line and become new trainers.

Like me.

For the most part, my name is Massa, the trail tracing expert at the training camp, and I'm also your senior. ”

Dean shrugged: "Well, I also met a guy from the Security Bureau before, and he recognized me, and now it seems that Mentor Anthony sent my message to you." ”

"Yes, we have an internal security group that helps each other. This can also be regarded as a means of self-preservation. ”

Massa sighed: "Many times, for some purposes, our lives are very worthless, so we have to learn to unite so that we can have more choices when we are threatened." ”

"But you won't open the back door for me, man, I'm suspicious of your words." Dean smiled and handed over the map.

It is his instinct to memorize the terrain route.

The life in the sewers in his previous life taught him a lot.

Of course, it was difficult for Dean to do it as easily as he does now, and at best he could only remember some obvious terrain features.

He now knew exactly how many bends Massa had made, how long each section had been driven, how many roads had changed, and so on.

This is the benefit of raising the spiritual power to a higher level.

Massa took the sketchpad and, while looking at it, replied: "I'm sorry, I also want to take care of you, but His Excellency Anthony won't let you, and you will understand later, this"

Suddenly.

His voice paused and he uttered a dirty word: "FK, are you equipped with positioning navigation?" ”

Massa took out a map of the surroundings of Los Angeles from the side with some disbelieving, compared the routes, and was shocked to find that the driving route drawn by Dean was not only basically the same as the map, but also about the same length.

Dean let out a leisurely puff of smoke, "If you had blindfolded me, maybe I would have been able to draw more accurately." ”

"Well, the people who can be accepted as official apprentices by His Excellency Anthony are really perverts, and it is a complete waste of talent for you to stay in the police department."

Massa muttered a few words and handed a box to Dean: "The previous person has already started the second phase of actual combat training, and this is the information." ”

"What is the first phase of training?"

"Some basic things, such as criminal psychology, informatics, trace science, etc., of course, can't teach too much, just give them an impression, so that after they leave, they will know how to teach themselves."

Short-term training, mainly training vision and case-solving ideas.

Dean has some pity.

He is learning things very quickly now, and if he can follow along, it is estimated that it will be easy to add a few more skills to the panel, so that he can improve when he needs it later.

But the dragon slayer knife is in hand.

There is no rush either.

Open the box.

Inside is a stack of photographs and documents.

There are men and women, old and young.

There were three or five together.

There are also more than a dozen people who are similar to family photos.

Each photo has a number, and those documents are the details of the photo number.

Inside the box, there are a total of thirteen photos, a total of seventy-three people.

Dean quickly skimmed through the information and quickly found the commonalities:

First, these people disappeared on the American Route 66 journey.

Second, these people, whether they are together, there must be one person in them, or a police officer for many years, or a soldier who has recently been discharged from the army, or even a veteran member of the Navy SEALs.

Thirdly, these people, the last areas where they lost contact, are all located in the 'Taria Mountains'.

The information on the 'Taria Mountains' is also specifically indicated.

It used to be a holy place for gold diggers, and there were many people who panned for gold and gold in the rivers there during the development of the western region, and now there are also some tourists who like to try their luck.

As for American Route 66, Dean himself knows it.

U.S. Highway 66 is the mother highway of the United States, which has witnessed the prosperity and prosperity of the American West and symbolizes the dream and the realization of the American dream.

The highway, which had been removed from the map of American highways fifteen years ago, was dilapidated.

But a unique historical position.

It has become a check-in point for many car travel enthusiasts.

There's so much going on here.

In Dean's mind, a few words immediately popped into his mind: hunting game, no man's land hunting, deadly bend.

These are all famous highway murders that occurred in the early years.

Abundant material, empty spirit.

Let many young men and women in the United States one day hold back their impulse to go and die.

Because they forgot that no man's land is dangerous and disorderly.

Some perverts, seeing the opportunity, joined the feast.

Either for the sake of money, or tired of fighting wild beasts, they take their own kind as prey, or they fall in love with those youthful silly white sweet girls, and are ready to take them back to the wilderness to be imprisoned and played

In a word.

Until now.

Those wilderness roads in no man's land are full of evils that no one knows about all the time.

And those victims, after a few years, will be added to the annual list of missing persons, and become a string of cold data.

Inside the police station.

These travel roads are generally referred to as death roads.

There are too many ghosts on the road.

So.. On the FBI's side, a case of missing people on the highway was listed as a practical teaching for trainees?

It is reminiscent of the practical lessons that Anthony taught himself before.

Dean couldn't help but be skeptical.

In the end, it was Anthony who brought these FBI instructors to the end, or these training bases that broke Anthony.

"Have you finished reading?"

Massa took out a cold bottle of beer from the Xiaoice box under his seat, bit off the cork, and drank it happily.

For the sake of pretending.

Along.

He's suffocated.

Dean tossed the box aside:

"After reading it, this should be a hunting game.

The murderer should be a group of people!

Through some channel, they pick their prey and then commit crimes.

Given the randomness of these missing persons travel.

I recommend focusing on motels near the 'Taria' and hotels in small towns.

They should set up outposts in these places, select prey, and there must be official personnel involved in this. ”

"Ahem, cough~", Massa was choked.

He coughed up tears, and it took him a long time to breathe and look at Dean with God's eyes: "Man, are you really only 22 years old?" ”

This information is the perverted gang that it took them almost half a month to figure out, and then fish to defeat it.

In Dean's mouth, it was as if he was personally involved.

"Actually, I still have about 10 days to go before I officially turn 22."

Dean shrugged:

"In a case like this, there is too much information to refer to, and if you look at the problem through the essence, you will find the characteristics of the murderer's crime.

No challenge!

And it will take too much time on the way back and forth, which is not interesting at all.

Is there a case that is a little more interesting, but doesn't take too much time? ”

"Why?"

"Because my dear mom wanted me to eat the cake she baked on Christmas Day, I swore that even if it rained knives, I would be back on time."

Massa rolled his eyes and gave Dean a thumbs up: "Well, your excellence has conquered me, and I admit that you have the qualifications to pick the case." ”

After speaking.

He took out a dark satellite phone and dialed it.

Moment.

Massa put away his phone and said in a relaxed tone: "There is a case that matches your statement, but it may be dangerous, are you sure you want to change it?" ”

"Tell me."

"There's a pair of crazy skinning brothers who are currently wanted by us.

They like to cut people into pieces with chainsaws, then cut off their faces, dry them and sew them into clothes, and wear them on themselves.

The police have been chasing them, but there are too many no-man's lands in the United States.

In the end, they fled and after killing a family of six, they took the owner's guns and hid in the Hagar Mountains.

It was a hunting ground, and in earlier times, it was a stronghold of some bandits, and the terrain was complicated.

Originally, this kind of person didn't run out again, and we rarely continued to chase after it.

But they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and on the way to escape, they tortured and killed the young son of a rich man who ran away from home. ”

Massa smiled:

The rich man offered a $5 million bounty in the hope that on December 21, when his son was buried, the heads of the two brothers would be placed in front of the tombstone in repentance.

Originally, my friend wanted to make an appointment with me to deal with this case alone.

Because I'm an expert in trace tracing.

Dean, if you're interested, I can take you and teach you trace by the way. ”

Dean became interested: "How will the money be divided then?" ”

"Distribute according to merit." , Massa said indifferently: "Anyway, the tracking has to rely on me, I will take two million dollars alone, and the two of you will discuss the rest!" ”

"You're so sure you can find those two brothers!"

"As long as they are in the mountain area, even if they hide in the mud, don't try to escape my eyes!" , Massa is extremely confident!

"It's a deal!"

Dean is ready to take his family on a luxury trip after Christmas, just in time to replenish his shriveled wallet!

"Then let's pick up my friend first!" Massa let out a strange scream, slammed on the accelerator, turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and disappeared into this unmanned road with Dean Drag Racing.

I'm not sure if I can come out before twelve o'clock.

You can watch it again tomorrow.

Good night, brothers.

Tips and thanks:

Thank you to the book friends of 'Night Glory' for the reward of 6,666 book coins, thank you boss! Congratulations on being promoted to the 2nd League!

Thank you for the tips of the two book friends of 'Good Night Dream' and 'Health and Happiness 2022', and thank you to the two bosses!

Dean: "Thank you for the tip from the '20181220175734599' book friends, thank you boss!" ”

(End of chapter)