"I think you should lie in the ward and recuperate now." , Harry looked at the injured Dean with some concern, trying to persuade him not to work so hard!

A salary of several thousand dollars a month.

What a life!

Harry, who was afraid of death and didn't want to be almost killed, continued to take risks investigating the case.

"You can bet that those lunatics won't continue to attack us and our families?"

Dean raised his head, smiled coldly, and clenched his fists: "Harry, remember, life must be in your own hands, and people must rely on themselves!" ”

What bullshit FBI!

Dean can guarantee that as long as those high-IQ perverts show their worth, then the FBI people will not hesitate to choose to adopt them for their own use!

He would never allow such a thing to happen!

Harry looked at the murderous Dean, licked his lips, and hesitated, "But we don't even know how many of them there are and where they are hiding." ”

"Someone knows!"

With that, Dean put away his gun, closed his eyes, and took time to rest.

Mike Smith's Villa Estate.

It's been a few days.

Dean and the others meet the sturdy nanny Ona again.

In just a few days.

She looks a lot older, and she is a little sluggish, as if she has been greatly stimulated, and the heartiness when they first met are completely two extremes.

Dean noted.

Oona was obviously resistant to the arrival of the two of them this time: "I already told you everything I knew last time, what else do you have to do?" ”

"I'm going into Mike Smith's room!" , Dean gets straight to the point.

"No way!" , Ona didn't think about it, and refused directly!

Dean nodded: "Then I'll talk to Mike Jr. alone." ”

"No"

As soon as Anna's mouth opened, the black, straight, hard barrel filled her mouth, blocking back her words of refusal.

Dean looked at the female warrior coldly: "The Source of Pain organization created by Mike Smith has caused more than 100 direct or indirect deaths.

That group of perverts brainwashed a lot of underage children and trained them to be tools with no bottom line.

We have to find them as soon as possible, we don't have time to ink with you.

Understand? ”

Ona licked the cold barrel in her mouth, took a step back, and spat out the barrel.

There was not the slightest fear on her face, and her tone was still decisive: "No, unless you can get the prosecutor or the chief judge to issue a document, I have the right to refuse your request!" ”

Who to scare!

She didn't believe Dean would dare to actually shoot!

The next moment!

Bang bang bang~

Seven bullets poured out, impacting Ona's huge body backwards again and again, shaking non-stop.

She stared blankly at Dean and his steaming pistol, and without saying a word, slammed it to the floor, shaking the entire hall slightly.

Look at her dead corpse.

Dean swapped into a new magazine.

Give you face!

Power?

You have the right to refuse!

I have the power to kill you, too!

In front of Lao Tzu's pistol, all beings are equal!

"Harry, you're outside!"

Dean gave a brief command and headed for the stairs.

"No problem!"

Harry gave Ona's body a middle finger.

This woman, last time, actually discriminated against him, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't win, he would have made Ona look good last time!

Dean is also helping him out of anger now.

Harry hummed and walked to the villa's door.

He's used to Dean's wild style.

Give it a chance not to.

The next opening.

Dean is all straight shot!

Don't waste your time in the slightest.

Mike Smith's villa has four floors.

The third floor is where Mike Smith lived, and the fourth floor was the library where Mike Smith's 'autistic' son often stayed.

I thought about it.

Dean walked to the third floor first.

The door to the third floor is locked.

But this thing can only prevent gentlemen, not Dean's 44-yard big feet!

There was a loud bang.

The door pops open!

Dean patted his trouser leg and walked in.

It's not what I expected.

Mike Smith's apartment, with no furniture, no books, nothing Dean guessed, was empty, except for a wooden table in the middle of the hallway.

Dean walked over to the table and found a map of Los Angeles on it, with a stack of scribbled letterhead on the side of the map.

"Hey, Mike Smith, did you predict your own death?"

Dean licked his dehydrated lips and picked up the stack of letters:

Hello stranger!

I'm Mike Smith.

By the time you read this letter, I should be dead!

I've done a lot of wrong things.

But these sins should not be left to my son, so I asked Ona to contact the police and report to the police as soon as I disappeared.

Of course, I didn't trust her, so I just lied to her: I planted a lot of trap bombs on the third floor, and in case that group of crazy people appeared, I threatened them with this and called the police.

If this causes you trouble.

I'm sorry.

"Huh?"

Seeing this, Dean's brow furrowed.

Oni, who was beaten into rotten meat by herself, obviously did not listen to Mike Smith's words, but after Mike Smith disappeared, she prevented herself from taking the initiative to find them to go in and check!

This woman, there is a problem!

Dean guessed that Ona might also be a member of the Source of Pain, but it was only because the group's energy was attracted to him and Harry that he didn't deal with the villa.

Also because of Mike Smith's deception.

Ona didn't dare to enter the third floor, leaving what Mike Smith had left intact.

But there's one thing that doesn't make sense.

Because Mike Smith's son, Mike Jr., is a sick man who can't take care of himself, so why do those crazy people keep him?

With doubts.

Dean turned the page and continued to read:

The misfortunes of my childhood caused my distorted desires.

The death of a lover.

Little Mike suffers from congenital affective deficit disorder again.

I lost my emotional support.

So I couldn't help but do something wrong to unleash my distortion and tyranny that I had nowhere to put and make myself the master of a bunch of innocent children.

I enjoy the joy of being in control of those children's bodies and minds.

But something unfortunate happened.

My son, Mike, has a talent I have never seen before: absolute calmness, unforgettable memory, and super fast learning and comprehension!

Can you imagine a six-year-old child who easily completes the basic subject education 'from initiation to university'?

These talents, if they appear in a normal child, must be a gift from God!

But for a child with emotional deficits and an incomplete brain, it is equivalent to letting a foal be the locomotive, which is tantamount to suicide!

I did my best, but I only managed to keep Mike alive.

He had a needle all over his body to keep his brain drained.

I'm miserable!

This situation was not alleviated until I taught Mike to build his own memory palace to reduce the pressure on his brain.

But with age.

He was like a robot, except for being interested in knowledge, he communicated with me less and less, and finally we couldn't speak a word for a few days.

I knew that he wanted to regain his missing emotional perception ability, and began to help him more dedicatedly, gathering all kinds of knowledge, helping him build a laboratory, and even taking him to some basic biological experiments.

You can see it.

My precious son, who just lacks the perception of emotions and is not a real machine, also has his own desires and desires.

It's like a blind man.

He can't see the colors of the world, but by groping, he will also know the general shape of the object, but he has no idea about the scenery described by others.

This is very comforting.

Because through my careful teaching, little Mac can already pretend to live as a normal person as long as he wants, but he thinks that communicating with people with low IQ is a waste of time.

So many times, he is like an autistic child, living only in his own world

The contents of the second page of the letter end here abruptly.

Dean touched his chin.

It seems that Mike Smith likes this son very much.

And is there really such a bewitching child in the world?

Dean, who has a spiritual attribute of up to 13 points, is very smart, indicating some disbelief.

With a sense of anticipation, he flipped to the next page of the letter:

It's all wonderful.

When Mike Jr. was eight years old, it was over!

I discovered something very deadly.

Out of control!

The children I domesticated grew up to be out of control!

They have their own ideas!

Damn it!

Those who play with people's hearts will be eaten by people's hearts!

I just wanted to satisfy my twisted and ugly desires under the slogan of reviving the 'source of pain', but those bastards took it seriously!

They began to secretly bring some black street children back to the base to cultivate, brainwash, train, and even talk freely about forming a school valve in the future, so that these children can grow up and join the army.

More than ten years at most.

The Source of Pain Organization will rise again, and put on its skin as a legitimate evil organization!

I was scared and expectant.

At that moment.

I would have had a chance to end the nightmare that followed.

But greed completely deprived me of the opportunity.

My fate was sealed on that day four years ago.

On January 1, 2001, I received a 'notice' from them: my son, Mike, is 12 years old and can be baptized by the organization!

These crazy people actually want to let Mike go down the same path as me!

I will never allow this to happen!

Of course.

I didn't dare not go.

In order to gain their trust.

I took Mike Jr. and Baga to the secret base.

Baga is a Japanese Akita dog that I originally used to amuse little Mike to relieve his boredom, but he is clearly not interested in creatures with low IQs.

Instead, the dog has become Ona's little pet to relieve boredom.

To protect little Mike.

I asked him to match me, did a scene, and then did some cruel things to Baga, leaving the bloody torture instruments behind.

Everything went smoothly.

I buried Baga under a big tree.

After going back.

Ona was also saddened by Baga's 'disappearance' for a few days.

Until today

On January 16th, I received an offer from them.

They found out about my little trick.

I know I'm probably going to die.

So I left these things behind.

If I didn't come back.

Be sure to clear the source of pain and protect my son, Mike!

He's really smart and simple-minded, and as long as you promise to help him regain his lost emotional perception skills for guidance, then he'll do things for you.

If you are a member of the Source of Suffering.

That's probably something wrong with Ona.

Promise me.

Don't hurt the child.

He wouldn't mind if you killed my father.

Eli guided.

Mike is your best helper!

Be sure not to hurt him!!

At this point, the third piece of letter paper has also come to an end.

You can see it.

When Mike Smith wrote these contents, he was in such a state of emotional instability that the three pieces of paper were tattered and often scratched.

But the content has a beginning and an end.

To sum up, there are two points.

First: The source of pain is the toy that Mike Smith made out because of some deformed desires, and finally it was eaten back.

This is similar to what the female member who was burned to death by Dean said before.

Second: Mike Jr. is a genius with affective deficit disorder.

Dean twisted his stiff neck.

He became interested in Mike.

But the top priority is not to give the source of suffering time to react, and to destroy them directly!

Dean tucked the letter into his arms and looked at the map.

This is a map of suburban towns in Los Angeles.

On the map, the township church was circled with a red pen and drew a familiar drawing of the 'man on the cross'.

Obviously, this place is the secret base of Mike Smith and others.

Next to the map, there is also a photo album.

Dean picked up the album and opened it, revealing that in addition to the photo of the church, there was also a topographical map of the interior, including the outer rooms, the underground secret rooms that were unknown to outsiders, and the prison.

In addition to these.

The rest are pictures of men and women.

On the back of the photo, the details of the corresponding person and the time when the 'source of pain' was added are written.

There were 37 people in total, including the man who had detonated the explosives before, the woman who pretended to be the FBI, and the woman who was burned to death in the hospital.

Other words.

The remnants of the 'Source of Pain' members, there are still thirty-four!

Very good!

Maps and objectives are here!

Dean put the things away, looked up at the ceiling, and turned to leave.

For little Mike.

He had some interest.

But the destruction of the 'Source of Pain' organization is put in the first place!

Outside.

Harry and a group of community security guards are confronting each other with guns drawn.

Four strange patrolmen, standing between them, tried to pacify, but to great effect.

As soon as Dean came out, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, ran to Dean's side, and muttered, "Man, this group of security guards doesn't care that I'm a police detective, if it weren't for the brother from the precinct station, I guess I'd have been taken down." ”

Dean nodded.

It's not Harry's fault, it's the security of a lot of upscale neighborhoods, and a lot of times it's really not much of a police officer.

He slapped his face: "I'm Inspector Dean of the Detective Bureau, the nanny of this house is suspected of killing the owner of the house, and I tried to attack the police during the interrogation, and I shot him dead on the spot, guys, keep an eye on this place, and don't let people in until the Forensic Bureau arrives!" ”

Several of the precinct patrol officers, apparently having heard Dean's name, stepped forward to greet him warmly, and then stood guard outside the gate.

Obviously, they don't like these hairy security either.

Seeing this, those security guards stepped forward and wanted to negotiate, but they were immediately locked by Dean's cold gaze: "Man, what you are wearing is only a security uniform, not a police uniform, I have already given you a reason to shirk it, don't ask for trouble!" ”

The head of the security guard, whose scalp was slightly tingling when he was looked at by Dean's eyes.

This kind of unscrupulous gaze made him almost think that he had returned to the gray era when there was no distinction between police and bandits.

He let out a breath, waved at his brothers behind him, and turned to leave.

Drove away community security.

Dean muttered in Harry's ear, "You stay here, keep guard with your brother from the bureau, wait for Holz to come and take care of the children upstairs." ”

"No problem, what about you?"

Dean took Harry's car keys and smiled, "Go pick up some friends from New York at the airport and take them to clean up some trash!" ”

The original text is 2400 words.

After the overhaul, 4400 words, the amount is not increased, and the price is still charged at 2400 words.

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