This group of little short legs is good for nothing but crazy bloodlust.

They didn't even notice Dean following behind.

This group of little short-legged girls, led by the previous black girl, crossed the two streets around the black clinic, came to an abandoned house, directly lifted an inconspicuous debris, exposed the hole below, and drilled into it in turn.

As mentioned earlier.

Underground in Los Angeles, there is a dense network of pipes.

It was from here that these little short-legged people came in and out, and the cover of skin color and age made the local gang unaware of their abnormality.

Looked at.

Dean frowned.

Ground tracking and underground tracking are two different things entirely.

Fortunately, he will trace it!

Wait a moment.

Dean checked his ammo, timed it, and walked over to the hole that had been re-covered, and uncovered the clutter to take a look inside.

How do you know.

As soon as he lowered his head, there was a very strong feeling of coldness, which filled his whole body, making him shiver subconsciously!

Not again.

This familiar feeling!

But this time, the feeling is far more than any previous warning!

Dean didn't hesitate at all, burst out with all his might, turned around and ran!

The next moment.

Bang~

Within a radius of 100 meters, it was like an earth dragon turning over, and the flames broke through the restrictions of the ground, surging out and sinking down

Dean felt a rush of heat.

Sharp pain came.

His thickening body rose into the air, swept by countless rubbles and shockwaves, and slammed into the dangling walls in the distance!

Half ringing.

He was covered in blood and staggered to his feet.

Someone was in an underground pipe, detonated explosives!

Strong concussive impact.

Inflicted a lot of damage on Dean.

The buzzing in his ears, the world in front of him seemed to shake, his clothes were tattered and bloody, especially the back, almost a hole, as if someone had shot him in the back with a troll.

Relying on a strong physique.

Dean staggered, trying to hide in a safe place.

The feeling of dizziness is like a tide, and waves of it hit.

This is the body's instinctive choice, wanting to digest the adverse reactions in the body through sleep.

But Dean knows it's not safe!

Since the enemy in the shadows can detonate the explosives in the underground pipes at the first time and extinguish the mouths of those small short-legged people, then it is very likely to hide in the dark and observe this side.

This kind of madman is ruthless and reckless.

If the other party notices that he is not dead, once he falls asleep, he is basically dead.

Dean leaned against the wall, his nose spurting out two lines of blood, and he thought silently as he shook out of control.

Some!

He had previously been on the plane once, and he had not improved himself!

This has become a lifesaver!

Accompanied by Dean's silent thoughts.

A warm current appeared everywhere in the body out of thin air.

Dean felt an itch in his internal organs, and at the same time, a sensation of irritation welled up in his nasal passages.

He sneezed hard.

A stream of blood spurted out.

The originally strong feeling of dizziness slowly disappeared as the blood left.

Dean shook his much more comfortable head, stumbled to a corner, pretended to be weak, and sat down slowly, as if he could not bear it anymore and fainted.

100 meters away.

An inconspicuous, dimly lit room.

The man looked at the surveillance on the screen and showed appreciation: "This is a strong body, but it's a pity that the investigation has reached our heads, otherwise it is really a perfect carrier of sin." ”

He licked his lips, made sure Dean had fainted, and pulled out a pager: "How long will it take for the police to come?" ”

"You have three minutes left to evacuate." , a hoarse female voice, came from the other side.

"Enough!"

The man put away the pager, grabbed the short submachine gun on the table somewhat awkwardly, lit a cigarette, and threw the lighter behind him towards where Dean was.

After a breath.

Bang~

The sound of explosions and abnormal flames surged again, turning the originally noisy community into a dead silence again.

Explosions, chaos.

It's the leitmotif of this sinful community, today.

The man knew that his firearms were average, just like those cannon fodder, so he didn't hold it up, and it wasn't until he was about ten meters in front of Dean that he showed his body and raised the short charge in his hand.

Bang~

Gunfire roared out.

The man was stunned.

I haven't shot yet, have I?

The next moment.

He felt numb in his hands and feet, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito, but his limbs were out of control, and not only the short submachine gun he had just raised was powerless to smash into the ground.

Along with the fall were the bodies of men.

He stared blankly at the sky with black smoke billowing above his head, until there was a sharp pain in his limbs, and he realized that he had been shot!

This moment.

His mind was in a very strange state.

Sluggish and awake.

What happened?

What should I do now?

That's right.

It hurts, it hurts!

The man's body seemed to react, and when he opened his mouth, he was about to vent the tearing pain of keeping up with his senses, but a face full of blood appeared in front of the man's eyes.

Dean looked at the man who was about to scream, grinned, and kicked the other man in the straddle.

Oh~

The man's eyes bulged, and finally he couldn't bear the pain of breaking the egg, spat out two mouthfuls of white foam, and fainted happily.

Call~

Dean let out a long breath of heat, crouched down, picked up the man, and sure enough, on the back of his neck, saw a familiar tattoo: a thorny figure hanging upside down on a cross.

The person behind it is really related to the 'source of pain'!

It's just that

Dean frowned at the man with a distorted face.

He seemed to have seen the man.

Dean rubbed his forehead, wanting to try to activate his fragmented memory palace to see if he could recall when he had seen a man's face, but he snorted, and the dizziness that had dissipated came back to his heart again.

!

It's a concussion!

Dean didn't dare to stimulate his brain anymore and began to search for the man.

Professionally.

More than ten seconds later.

A couple of bottles of painkillers, a bottle of powder of unknown composition, an old pager, and a supermarket shopping list appeared in Dean's eyes.

Painkillers are not difficult to understand.

The madmen at the source of pain are masochists who like to torture themselves, believing that this is to purify their own sins, but it also causes them to have a dense body of old wounds, and only by relying on medicine can they relieve the pain of the onset of old injuries and maintain normal actions.

Dean's main focus was on the pager and the supermarket shopping list.

This kind of old pager is now rarely used except for some patrol security, so the use distance is not far, far less than a mobile phone, but it is also safer.

This means, there is also a man's companion nearby!

Dean picked up the pager to see if he could contact the other side, but a deep female voice came from inside first: "The police are coming, I'll withdraw first!" ”

The next moment.

Woo woo woo~

The sound of sirens, after everything was over, broke the dead silence of this chaotic place, and came precisely stuck in the end time

The palm of his hand is clenched to the list of supermarkets.

In a daze.

Dean seemed to hear Harry's crying voice and the chaotic voice of the doctors and nurses:

"Man, be strong.

Don't fall asleep!

FK！

You said you'd cover me."

"He's lost a lot of blood, get a blood test soon.."

"Doctor, the patient doesn't know what to hold in his right hand, the muscles and skin are too hard, and it is difficult to get the needle in"

"Are you stupid, leave that alone, just squeeze the wound, hurry up, I'm worried about him going into shock."

Dean was confused, remembering the female nurse's voice.

Dare to prick yourself with a needle.

When you wake up, you must go back!

With a cool liquid, it enters the body.

Dean's consciousness finally sank into darkness and fell into a deep sleep.

"Jenny, have you gone to 'do' his abs, that curve amplitude, it's so perfect, if it weren't for the black detective guarding the door, the old lady would have stolen him!"

"Haha~"

A group of female nurses laughed.

A much more mature female voice even laughed: "You only look at the surface, it's too superficial." ”

The female nurse who spoke before was curious: "Head nurse, don't look at the surface, he is really handsome, and his figure is also perfect, I heard that he is still the inspector of the police detective bureau, I really want to be his wife!" ”

The head nurse chuckled: "What's the use of looking good on the surface, whether it's okay or not, you have to look on the inside, his inside, but there is this"

She gestured, eliciting a flurry of exclamations and swallows.

Not far away.

Harry looked aggrievedly at the wolves, unabashed nurses.

Not only can he only watch his good brothers being eaten tofu, but he also has to endure their unbridled mouthful.

Harry groped for a thick stack of notes in his pocket and sighed inwardly.

Good brother, you can't blame me!

This group of women, giving too much!

That's when it happened.

Dididi~

The call light at the nurses' station sounds.

The joking nurses, after seeing the ward number, exclaimed: "It's ward No. 3, and the detective is awake." ”

Harry hadn't reacted yet.

A group of nurses pushed him away and rushed into the ward behind him.

So when Dean wanted to call a nurse over to find out what was going on after he fell asleep, he broke down the door with six nurses with fiery eyes.

The head nurse with a dignified face smiled at Dean and said, "Inspector Dean, you are finally awake, don't worry, this is Maria Hospital, and we are the nurses who take care of you." ”

Dean has a keen sense.

He subconsciously tucked the quilt and asked, "Thank you, what time is it, and is there a phone number, I want to contact my colleague!" ”

"It's January 22nd, you've been unconscious for three days, and your companion is out there right now, but you're in the right situation."

"Help me get him in, I'm fine!"

I don't know why.

Dean felt that the group of nurses in front of him looked at him like wolves and pets, so he opened his mouth decisively and wanted to let his colleagues outside!

Joke.

He could see at a glance what was hidden in the eyes of this group of women!

One essence, ten blood!

Before I fell into a coma, I didn't know how much blood I had shed, and I couldn't stand the toss!

Chase away this group of enthusiastic nurses.

Harry rushed in with a look of surprise: "FK, you scared me before, I thought you wouldn't wake up." ”

Dean shook his head: "It's just a little concussion, I had a supermarket list in my hand before I was unconscious, where is it now?" ”

"You say this?" Harry took out a blood-stained slip of paper from his pocket: "This is what the doctor gave me after the operation, and he said that your right hand was held very tightly, and it was only loosened after being injected with the drug, and I felt that this thing was very important to you, so I asked the nurse to hand it over to me." ”

Dean breathed a sigh of relief to see that the list was still there.

He touched the bandages on his body: "This is too exaggerated, I'm just a concussion, how did you wrap me into a mummy!" ”

Crunch~

The room door was pushed open.

A blonde woman with glasses dressed as a glamorous professional lady walked in with high heels: "The doctor found no less than thirty stones and sundries in your body, in fact, you can survive to the hospital, you need to thank yourself for the body armor on your body!" ”

"Who are you?" , Harry stood in front of the woman.

The timing of the other party's appearance was too coincidental.

Thinking of the 'Source of Pain' group that attacked them, killing and injuring dozens of innocent residents, Harry had to be cautious.

The woman took out a document with an expressionless face: "FBI, for the sake of peace on the surface, the community bombing three days ago has been thrown to a small gang, but secretly, the 'source of pain' has been defined by us as a terrorist organization, and now this case is taken over by us!" ”

"That's why I woke up and you showed up?" Dean licked his peeled lips, picked up the apple on the side, and said to Harry, "Man, don't be so nervous, there's a monitor here, help me get a fruit knife, I'll talk to this lady personally." ”

Hear this.

Harry's pupils shrank, and he instinctively wanted to touch the gun, but he was afraid that he had understood the wrong meaning, so he pretended to complain and approached Dean and snatched the apple from his hand: "You are a patient, I will help you." ”

Impatience flashed in the woman's eyes: "Those people are crazy, the case is handed over to us, it is to protect you, if you don't want to be retaliated against, please cooperate with my inquiry, and then you will eat that damn apple again!" ”

"FK, what are you talking about, stinky bitch!" , Harry's face flashed with anger, and he was about to turn around and reason with her, but was pulled by Dean: "Okay, Harry, she is right, you go out first, I really don't want to touch that case again." ”

Harry's widened nostrils and two heavy puffs made sure Dean wasn't hinting at him, so he glared at the woman viciously before leaving the room dissatisfied.

The corners of the woman's mouth curled, she lifted the gold-rimmed glasses on her face, and a professional smile appeared on her expressionless face: "I'm glad for your cooperation, Inspector Dean, we want to know, what did you find before you fell into a coma?" ”

Dean struggled to sit up from the bed, leaning on the iron bed, as if remembering, but showing a painful look, shaking his head: "I'm sorry, just remember the previous events now, my brain stings, I can't remember clearly." ”

"Sure? We were at the scene, and we found nothing except the body of a man who could not be identified! ”

While Dean was shocked when he heard that the man was dead, he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I really can't remember, maybe in a few days, my injuries will be better, and I will remember." ”

"That's great", a look of regret appeared on the woman's face, but the professional smile turned into a cruel smile: "It's a pity you don't have a chance, Mr. Inspector!" ”

The voice fell.

A gunshot rang out, tearing a big hole in the quilt on Dean's body, filling the entire ward with countless velvet threads and the smell of gunsmoke!

Outside.

When Harry heard the gunshot, his face changed drastically, and he slammed open the door, touching the gun, and roaring: "Stinky bitch, raise your hands!" ”

Outcome.

The gun was not touched.

People also tripped over something.

Harry looked back and saw a woman who claimed to be the FBI, clutching her palms and screaming, while Dean, who was worried about him, was playing with a revolver that was supposed to be on his waist.

This bastard, I don't know when, actually touched his own treasure!

(End of chapter)