The surrounding scenery is like a three-dimensional appearance, presented in Dean's mind, and then the body instinctively exerts force, borrowing, and exploding in the most suitable way, turning the originally rugged mountain range into flat land.

Howling against the wind.

Dean didn't feel any pain in his body at the moment.

He felt the heat all over his body, and his heart was beating violently at a much faster speed than usual, like a high-pressure water pump, compressing and shooting blood all over his body, constantly bringing him energy.

Bang bang bang~

Bullets were fired from the top of the mountain.

Either in front of the frantically approaching figure, or on the side.

Under the rapid variable speed evasion movement.

The threat of this single-shot rifle is minimized!

"FK, what kind of monster is this!"

On the mountain, a pair of eyes were full of shock and horror.

He gritted his teeth and quickly replaced the new magazine, ready to try to kill the other man again, but the figure was no longer visible in sight.

The other party has entered the woods!

Thinking of the other party's cheetah-like speed.

The man's scalp is tingling.

This man, who was shot in the arm by his own firearm, definitely did not belong to the hunting range of their brothers.

Realize that you are in big trouble.

The man dropped his gun and ran to the other side empty-handed.

I can't shoot at it.

He had no idea of confronting that pervert head-on.

And they have a backhand.

Just a short distance away is another rocky area.

It was a trap area that he and his brother had set up.

This was originally intended for the police officers who might chase them, but no one came at all, so they used them to play with the prey they had caught, and to kill the boring time in the mountains.

As long as the other party doesn't know whether to live or die to keep up.

You must treat this scared bastard yourself!

On the run.

Zizi~

The intercom on the man's chest sounded: "Brother, how did I hear the gunshot, is it fun to come to the door again?" ”

On the other end of the walkie-talkie with a noisy current, there was still a faint cry and scream of a woman.

The man gasped violently, and said in a hurried tone: "It's two men, one of them is chasing me, I'm ready. FK！ ”

A cave.

A man wearing layers of leather masks, heard his brother's screams on the other end of the walkie-talkie, hurriedly disposed of the woman in his hand, grabbed the semi-automatic rifle on the side, and hurried away.

The other side.

Dean smiled and forced the man holding the broken leg and screaming in front of him to the edge of a big rock: "Shoot, why don't you shoot!" ”

This is the first time I have received a gunshot wound since I came to this world!

Although it was only abrasions.

But for this man who took his own blood.

Dean was ready to entertain the other.

"Man, this was just a misunderstanding, I thought you were the pervert who has been hunting us, that's why I shot it, I have no ill intentions!" , the man endured the pain of a broken leg, hoping to delay a little time.

His eldest brother will definitely come to save him!

How do you know.

Dean looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know I'm a pervert?" ”

Man:???

The next moment.

Dean smiled and grabbed the man's other leg, broke it hard, and with a click, he put the other party's right calf on the other party's left shoulder.

"It's incongruous."

Dean grabbed the other party's left calf that had been kicked away, and in the man's heart-rending screams, he broke the other party's right shoulder, and then grabbed the man's hands, hugged his twisted legs, and crossed his fingers together in the other party's desperate gaze, and twisted it hard.

Do it all.

After making sure that you didn't hurt the other person's head.

Dean tore off the man's clothes with satisfaction, gagged his mouth, and threw it on the stone, so that the other one who skinned the brother could clearly see his brother's miserable condition as soon as he came over.

Now it's his turn to fish!

As the saying goes, killing people is not enough.

Whether Dean is facing a target or an opponent, he rarely has this kind of bad taste.

He prefers to kill his opponents cleanly so that he doesn't have to roll over.

This is the most basic professional quality.

The brothers, today broke his principles.

Walk to a location where you can easily observe.

Dean sat down a little tiredly and examined his wounds.

The wound was not big, the thumb was thick, and a little flesh was rubbed off, and it didn't even affect his movements.

But I remember how I felt at the time.

Dean was lost in thought.

The other party was aiming for the heart of his back.

under the action of body armor.

Even if you are shot, you will be left with some bruises at most.

But at that time, Dean felt an itch in his back, and subconsciously shrank his body, but instead pulled the side of his shoulder, which was not wrapped by body armor, up and took the initiative to pick up the bullet.

The problem lies in the itchy back.

Dean touched his chin.

In his previous life, he had heard some more mysterious sayings.

Some people who have been born and died all year round have a perception of death like a beast, with a sixth sense beyond ordinary people.

Once a firearm is used and aimed at a lethal position, a sense of induction is generated.

In his previous life, Dean was skeptical of this statement.

But just now he had been through it.

Dean shook his head.

He couldn't figure out now whether he really had an itch on his back just now, or if he had a keen perception similar to that of an animal because his spiritual attributes had improved to a certain stage.

I really can't explain it.

Anyway, Dean himself tried to point a pistol at himself, and there was no reaction at all.

Suddenly.

There was a soft click, coming from behind Dean.

Dean's expression remained unchanged, and he leaned against the stone where he was hiding, motionless.

In his position, he can cover the area where the decoy is located, and block the vision and attack path behind him.

Even if the other person knows they're here.

Unless you drop a bomb.

Otherwise, it can only be tough.

When the movement sounds, it disappears.

Silence returned to the surroundings.

Only the cold wind that accompanied the dark sky blew through the pine needle forest in the distance, making a rustling sound.

Dean's breathing grew fainter.

It was as if he had melted into the rock behind him, silently watching everything in front of him, quietly waiting for the prey to react after the temptation was over.

Smack.

The sound of pebbles falling to the ground was heard from the other side.

Dean jumped to his feet, in the air, with two more pistols in his hands, and according to the triangulation principle, he repeatedly pulled the trigger towards an unmanned ramp behind him.

Bullets hit the bare rocks and sputtered sparks.

Stone powder is rising.

A black muzzle poked up, trying to fight back.

The next moment.

A huge force came, and the sound of the gun left the man's palm.

He looked at the deformed rifle in amazement, and was shocked to find that a bright white bullet had hit the muzzle

"Hey, man, look at the camera."

He turned his head to look back.

Bang bang bang~

More than a dozen bullets, slanting out, hit the flesh and blood of his limbs, like a tailor's sewing, from top to bottom.

"Ah~"

The man just wanted to scream.

Dean grabbed a rock and slammed it into the other man's mouth, suppressing his screams.

"The face is a little deformed, but it shouldn't affect the bounty."

The man who had turned into rotten meat was dragged and thrown next to his brother, who had fainted in pain.

Dean took out the morphine injection from his waist and gave each of them a shot.

Not much.

The man who had his limbs broken off by Dean and twisted into a human-shaped basketball came to his senses.

He looked at his state a little blankly, his face changed greatly, and he saw a familiar voice next to him, humming weakly, and he became even more desperate.

Extreme perverts, after all, are in the minority.

Facing death, there is also the torture of the unknown.

People will truly recognize themselves.

That's what the person in front of you is.

He can talk and laugh and peel off the skin of a living person, but at this moment, facing Dean with a smile on his face, he can't muster the courage to scold in his mouth.

He shrunk his head in fear on his folded legs: "If you don't kill us, what do you want?" ”

"I appreciate your art, but it's a pity that you don't welcome me, and as punishment, I want to take your booty."

"What?" The man looked up, wondering if he was having auditory hallucinations.

Could it be that this man, as he said, is also a pervert who likes to abuse and kill others for pleasure?

Thinking of his situation, there is also the big brother lying on the ground like mud.

The man thought he understood.

He licked his lips and said with some hesitation: "Yes, just in the direction of the sun going down, about a kilometer away from here, there is a very old pine needle tree over there, and our residence is in the cave behind the tree." ”

"Good."

Dean nodded in satisfaction and said kindly, "You still have a minute." ”

With that, he whistled and walked towards the place where the man had said.

Until Dean disappeared from the man's field of vision, he didn't figure out what Dean's last words meant.

Until a minute later.

The pain-relieving effect of the agent disappears.

The man howled again!

He expected himself to faint.

However, under the calming effect of the potion, not only could he not faint again, but he became more and more sensitive to the tearing pain coming from his whole body.

The other side.

Massa followed the trail that Dean had deliberately left behind, panting after him.

Even his perennial training body, over the mountains and mountains in a short time, is a little unbearable at the moment.

Take a break.

Massa grabbed the semi-automatic rifle in his hand and groped his way forward.

Others looked fierce, but they were actually very afraid of death, and their ancestors had the means to hunt with one hand, so they mixed into the logistics of the FBI, and climbed up by relying on brazen and excellent technology.

But head-to-head.

He rarely experienced.

Suddenly.

Massa shook his nose.

It smells of blood!

He followed the taste and touched it, but the scene in front of him made him stunned.

Long drag under the bloodstains.

Two motionless figures, lying underneath a boulder.

A man had a large lump of blood under his body, his limbs were rotten flesh, full of bullet holes, his cheeks were sunken, and his chest no longer rose and fall, so he should have bled to death.

The other person was even more miserable, his feet were folded and crossed on his shoulders in a strange shape, his hands were wrapped around him, his fingers were interlocked, his knuckles were twisted and deformed with each other, and the man's face was even more twisted and hideous, and it seemed that he was dying of pain!

Is this the skinning bro?

Massa licked his black lips, stepped forward, and after careful observation, finally determined that the man who had been shot no less than 20 times in his body was caused by Lock19 and Dean's M1911 with a steel-core warhead.

He killed both of them in a very brutal manner.

But what about the Deans?

Massa looked around and noticed signs of Dean's departure.

He wanted to keep along, but after thinking about it again, he found a place to sit down and silently lit a cigarette.

Mr. Anthony, you really found a ruthless apprentice this time!

Now.

Dean, who was being nagged by Massa, was looking at the information in his mind: [Serial Peeling Case Detection, Experience Points +1500, L12→L13, Attribute Points +1.Skill Points +1]

"This case, the danger is not great, and there is no need to solve the case, there are actually 1500 experience points, how many people have these two perverts killed"

Dean was ready to go back and look into it again.

After walking around the cave, he looked with interest at the neatly arranged and numerous tools in front of him: a skinning knife, an iron skewer to hold the flesh in place, a chemical to remove excess fat, and a small slender forceps to remove the bones from within.

The tools here are much richer and more delicate than the secret bases in some homicidal movies.

Besides.

A young girl, whose skin had been cut open on her back, was lying motionless on a stone platform covered in blood.

I don't know why this unlucky girl is here.

It's a pity.

Under the stone platform, there are two sets of clothes that look strange and disgusting: the faces of people with closed eyes, men, women and children, are all cut into neat ovals, and I don't know how to fix them on the surface of the clothes.

If you look at it from a distance, you'll think it's just dark non-mainstream patterns printed on it.

But with the cold wind surging inside the cave.

The faces of those fluttering people trembled.

Even with a big heart like Dean, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp, and subconsciously avoided his gaze, for fear that those faces would suddenly open their eyes and meet his gaze!

"Ahem~"

That's when it happened.

A faint cough came from deeper inside the cave.

"Anyone else?"

Dean pulled out his pistol and walked over confused.

After he received the information of the panel closing the case, he simply glanced inside, it was dark, there was only a pile of stones, and he didn't see anyone at all?

Follow the sound.

Dean pulled the rocks open and found a bloody man buried underneath.

It seems to feel the movement.

The man struggled to open his eyes and said hoarsely, "Sally, Sally"

Dean's heart was gloomy.

The Sally in the other party's mouth can't be the girl on the stage outside.

He caught a glimpse of the other party's deep, fatal wound, sighed in his heart, crouched down, and said softly, "I'm Detective Dean of Los Angeles, are you okay, man?" ”

"Detective!"

The man seemed to have taken a panacea, his eyes opened as if they were shining in the dark, and his voice was no longer dying of weakness: "Mr. Detective, have you seen a fifteen-year-old, blonde girl?" ”

"See, is there a cute little pig tattooed on her back shoulder?"

"Yes, it was tattooed by her mother before she died, is Sally okay?"

"It's okay, we've taken her to the hospital, she's just unconscious."

"That's good, that's good."

The voice faded and eventually fell silent.

Long.

A sigh broke the dead silence here.

Ignoring the blood, Dean carried the man's mangled body to the front of the cave and placed him beside his daughter.

He gently dressed the girl, covered the wound on her back, and put her into his father's arms, then took the man's arm and wanted him to take his daughter and leave.

Well?

Dean slammed his hand and pinched the bloodied sleeve of the man's arm.

There's something in there.

Thank you.

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Don't say anything, the dog thief eats something, and continues to add code words!

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