Most of the people who open black clinics in the United States are from these three groups:

1. A person whose medical license has been revoked for some reason.

2. Doctors from other countries who do not have a legal medical license in the United States, or people who have obtained green cards but cannot legally practice medicine, this part, at present, Chinese people account for the majority.

3. Losers in a brutal system of competition for medical students, or half-veterinarians like some veterinarians who want to make more money.

Considering that the murderer used the Type 56 'Stinger', which has long been banned.

Dean guessed that he should have taken that Anne to a black clinic opened by some Chinese.

This kind of clinic is generally located in an area where Chinese black workers gather.

And they often use stores such as 'health' as a cover on the surface, and only do the business of acquaintances.

It's hard to find for those who don't know.

But for someone like Harry, who gets to know the people of all religions, it's too simple.

Dean told Harry about the situation.

I just waited fifteen or sixteen minutes.

The locations of the eleven black clinics that met the requirements were marked by Dean on the map of downtown Los Angeles.

..

The other side.

The bald patrol officer Hawke, with his two younger brothers, came to the quiet bar where the scene had been cleaned up.

Because there was a homicide.

It was supposed to be the time when there were the most guests.

At this time, there were only a few waiters and fat bartenders in the quiet bar.

The fat bartender was obviously not in a very good mood at the moment.

He lowered his head and mechanically wiped the spotless wine glass in his hand, hiding his thoughts.

Hawke stepped forward and knocked on the bar: "Hey, buddy, lapd, there's something I want to ask you." ”

It was the police who heard it.

The fat bartender raised his head, squeezed out a standard smile on his face, took out a few wine glasses, skillfully placed them on the bar, and helped pour them, while saying enthusiastically: "Welcome, if there is anything to ask, I promise to cooperate!" ”

Hawke smelled the wine, choked his throat, and his expression softened: "This wine looks good." ”

"Yes, authentic Captain Morgan, after drinking you will feel the excitement of people rippling in the sea." The fat bartender held out his hand and motioned for them to give it a try.

Hawke wasn't a good bird either.

He smiled at the two younger brothers: "Young men, in order to better communicate with the good citizens, it seems that we have no way to shirk the kindness of this gentleman. ”

The two little officers laughed.

The three finished drinking the rum.

Hawke took a sip of wine with satisfaction, his cheeks flushed slightly, and said to the fat bartender: "It's really authentic, but it's time for us to talk about business, you have some inconvenience with a leg and foot, a young man who is about 1.75 meters tall and likes to wear a baseball cap, do you have any impression?" ”

"Lame?"

The fat bartender muttered, and then, as if thinking of something, choked up a mouthful of saliva, and said with some hesitation: "That... Officer, may I ask if this cripple has anything to do with the death of the blood cow Ambu? ”

Hawke's eyes widened, and he got up and turned his face: "Man, I have a good impression of you, but that's not what you should ask!" ”

The fat bartender spread his hands and said innocently:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to.

The bar has such a customer.

He would often come with that Anne for drinks and chats.

The two have a good relationship.

The young man also had a good temper.

Today Anne was just taken away by Ambu's men, and as a result, Ambu was killed, and you asked me that again, police officer.

So I'm a little curious.

After all, he is just a thin cripple, and he doesn't seem to have much courage, so he shouldn't have the ability to kill. ”

Hawke keenly heard from the fat bartender's words that the fat bartender was subconsciously excusing the lame!

The bartender definitely knows the cripple Dean was looking for!

He stared at the fat bartender for a moment, until the fat bartender uncomfortably intertwined his hands before he said in a deep voice: "For the sake of that glass of wine, tell me the information of that lame man, I won't trouble you!" ”

"Okay!"

The fat bartender raised his hand in surrender: "We all call him Kim, Chinese, and he seems to work at a Chinese grocery store in Chinatown, but these are all situations that Anne said inadvertently when she was chatting with me, and I don't know if it's true." ”

"Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

The fat bartender swears by it!

"Well, I hope you didn't lie to me, otherwise it wouldn't have turned out what you wanted!"

After speaking.

Hawke took his two younger brothers and came out of this quiet bar.

He immediately took out his mobile phone and told Dean the information he had gotten.

Hawke didn't notice.

After they left, the fat bartender, followed from under the counter, took out a mobile phone, dialed a series of numbers that were not recorded, and after connecting there, he said very quickly: "Lao Jin, the police have found your grandson, if you don't want to cause trouble, let him leave Los Angeles immediately!" ”

There was a half-silence.

There was a slight cough: "Thank you, Barto, I'll take care of this!" ”

...

Identification Section.

"Old Gold grocery store?"

Dean received the news from Hawk and immediately called Daisy, and then checked the exact location of the grocery store through the system records.

I was stunned when I saw it.

Because next to the location of the old gold grocery store, there is an acupuncture hall with Chinese characteristics, and it is also one of the eleven suspects that Dean chose before.

There's no need to worry about it now.

The lame master, now there is a high probability that with that prostitute named Annie, he is in this black clinic!

"Lawrence, bring the members of your group, and we'll meet here!"

After Dean finished speaking, he called Harry again and asked him and Carlo, the two of them to get dressed and go over together.

Hang up.

He didn't stop yet, and continued to call Hawke, asking him to bring as many people as he could now, and go with him.

Looked at.

Lawrence was a little puzzled: "Dean, although the other party is powerful, he is just a cripple, and he still uses cold weapons, so we won't have so many people go over together!" ”

The main thing is that it's actually off-duty time.

It is a very troublesome thing to gather so many people.

Dean shrugged: "Man, trouble is better than someone dying in the line of duty, this guy doesn't have to be alone!" ”

Lawrence doesn't understand the state of the country.

He was worried that behind the lame master, there was also the master, and behind the master, there were also well-made friends and other apprentices, and among these people, there would inevitably be members of the gang...

Although Dean is very confident in his current self, he has only one life.

In the case of many people and many guns, he is still stupid to take the lead, and he rushes up to take risks alone, which is purely a hole in his brain.

Although Lawrence did not understand the meaning of Dean's words, he did not continue to ask, took out his phone, and began to call people.

Moment.

He nodded at Dean to indicate that it was all arranged.

...

All is in order.

Just as Dean was ready to go.

Buzz~

Dean's cell phone rang again.

He took it out and looked at it, and pressed the connect button suspiciously: "Captain Hunter?" ”

This old guy, it's almost early in the morning, and he hasn't slept yet, why is he calling himself?

"Dean, are you dealing with a bar murder right now?"

Old Hunter's voice, with some nasal, seemed to have just been woken from his deep sleep.

"Yes, but it's not as simple as a bar killing, the killer killed a Viper gang leader in a bar and then killed all seven gang members in their station.

This is a major serial murder! ”

"It's just some rats in the gutter, it won't cause waves if it's dead, Dean, this eucalyptus, no need to investigate, someone will come to the police station tomorrow to turn themselves in, rest early!"

Hearing Old Hunter's words, Dean was stunned.

What's going on?

His first reaction was that behind the lame young man, there was really someone, and he had found a relationship, and he had found the old Hunter who was in charge of this jurisdiction, ready to let people top the bag!

How can this work?

Dean doesn't care about breaking the eucalyptus, he cares more about the experience reward after catching the murderer!

Old Hunter said a word.

Spit out the meat that reached your mouth again?

!

Dean took a deep breath and his voice became cold: "Okay, but our people have locked each other's locations and started to arrest, I'll see if I can contact them!" ”

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly and said to Lawrence next to him: "Let's go, we need to rush for time." ”

Lawrence looked worried: "Dean, the person who can call Old Hunter up in the middle of the night to give orders is probably even higher than Old Hunter, anyway, this eucalyptus can be easily cracked tomorrow, do you want to think about it again!" ”

Dean took out his matching gun, shook it, and said in a serious tone:

"Lawrence, I don't care what other squadrons do.

But in my Dean's precinct, we have to have the final say!

Otherwise, today this criminal will find someone to put pressure on us, and tomorrow the murderer will find someone to put pressure on us, then we might as well change careers as soon as possible, so as not to be angry! ”

"I feel like you're more like a gangster manifesto!" Lawrence shrugged: "But I choose to support you!" ”

"Thank you, brother!"

Dean retrieved his gun, took Lawrence, and drove to the location of the black clinic.

...

When the two arrived.

Red and blue police lights have blocked a row of streets.

In front of a dark acupuncture hall.

Three police officers dressed in patrol uniforms were lying on the ground screaming, rolling on the ground, the ground had been stained blood red, and colleagues on the side who wanted to help bandage their wounds were trying to control their moving bodies.

Hawke's group of people took out long and short guns, as if they were facing a great enemy!

"FK, what's going on?"

Lawrence saw this face, and the hole shrunk.

Is it really as Dean said, there is more than one person around the murderer?

Because Dean's Humvee is very conspicuous.

Harry and Caro, who arrived first, immediately ran through the crowd.

Lawrence jumped out of the car and grabbed Harry, who looked nervous: "Harry, what's going on here, why are people hurt?" ”

"FK, Lawrence, you didn't see what happened before, when we first arrived, there happened to be a man who came out of it with a woman on his back.

There was a brother who wanted to step forward and control him.

Brush twice.

The three patrolmen closest to each other all lay on the ground screaming.

Wait until we react.

The other party has returned to the acupuncture hall! ”

As he spoke, Harry waved his arms wildly, vividly describing what had happened here before.

Dean had already walked up to the three wounded.

He crouched down and inspected the wound, breathing a sigh of relief.

Three people, all typical scratches.

The wound is shallow, consistent with a wound caused by a 'stinger'.

This shows that the person who shot it showed mercy to his subordinates.

Because there is only one way to use the military thorn - thorn!

The reason why this kind of thing was assembled in large quantities by the army in the early days was because at that time, in the smelting of steel alloys, the technology was insufficient, and the hardness of steel alloys was more than enough, but the toughness was insufficient.

Therefore, in the early days, a single thorn could kill a large sow, but if it was used to crack wood, it was likely to break.

This has also caused the habit of dying at the sight of blood as soon as the master of military assassination strikes.

These three guys on the ground.

Good luck.

It was only scratched, and it did not leave a penetrating wound on the body, otherwise it would have been directly waiting for death or amputation.

The reason why the ghost screams.

Dean guessed that the military thorn in the hand of the lame master was probably an authentic 'stinger'.

Authentic stinger, in fact, is also a Mitsubishi military stinger.

It's just that the early stinger, because of the heat treatment, added a certain amount of Kun element, and when the phosphorus coating on the surface of the military thorn wears out, the exposed alloy steel body containing the Kun element, as long as it is abrased, it will cause the wound to be difficult to heal

This process will also bring a certain amount of pain stimulation.

But it can hurt like this.

Dean can only say that these 'colleagues' with big bellies are a bunch of waste.

...

"Dean, I've called an ambulance, and it's now certain that there are hostages inside the building, what are we going to do about it now?" , Hawke is holding a shotgun with an angry look on his face.

The brothers below were wounded.

He, the person who led the team, couldn't hold his face a little bit!

"Hostages?"

"I bet there's no one in there anymore!"

Dean sneered, pulled the shotgun from Hawke's hand, and walked to the door, slamming it twice.

The antique wooden gate was suddenly pierced by countless steel balls, and the sawdust splattered, crumbling into a few broken wooden planks.

Inside, it was pitch black.

Dean stood in the doorway, his ears twitching a few times, and he strode inside.

This kind of black clinic, nine times out of ten, has other ways to leave.

Not to mention next to it, it is the kid surnamed Jin, who runs a grocery store at home.

Hawke's group has been grinding for so long.

People probably ran away too.

...

Sure enough, when Dean turned on the lights inside, the acupuncture hall, which was not large, was empty on the upper and lower floors!

Hawk couldn't accept this result, and took out a pager: "FK, Aophee, have you seen anyone leaving from behind!" ”

"Zizi~"

"Boss Hawke, I didn't see anyone coming out around!"

It turned out that Hawke, an old fritter, had already arranged people to block the surroundings.

Since people don't leave through the back door, it's underground!

Dean looked at the ornaments on the first floor.

The subtle traces on various objects turned into pieces of information, which surfaced in his mind, and finally automatically fed back their status and situation.

It's just counting the breath time.

Dean grabbed the shotgun, walked straight to an offering table, stretched out his palm, put it on the small green shoes of Guan Erye, and pulled it gently.

Kaka~

With a subtle friction sound, the offering table in front of him actually split in two, revealing a pitch-black passage!

See the passage.

Dean gave Hawke a covert look.

Hawk understood in seconds and waved his hand: "Angel, man, we need you to open the way now, and the bonus will be doubled next month!" ”

A strong black patrolman stepped forward, patted the blast shield on his hand, and grinned: "No problem, Boss Hawke!" ”

...

The passage is narrow.

But the distance is short.

It only took a group of people about three minutes to come to a 'basement'.

The basement is not large, only about ten square meters, and in the middle is an operating table, surrounded by a large number of scattered medicines, gauze, surgical knives and other things, and the air is filled with a strong smell of disinfectant water.

In the innermost part of the basement, there is a 'bronze man', the surface of the bronze man is densely packed with dots and lines, and there are a lot of Chinese characters written, which looks like a meridian map of the human body.

"Another dead end?"

Lawrence was a little annoyed.

He doesn't like this kind of cramped place.

"No, the road is here!"

Dean pointed to the wall behind the bronze man, stepped forward, and slammed into a shot!

The plaster powder exploded.

The sound of rushing water came from the other side of the wall.

This basement is actually connected to the underground pipes of the city!

"I'll call the guys on the ground immediately to guard the manhole covers around it!"

Hawke picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to give an order, but was stopped by Dean waving his hand: "This kind of exit must be a hidden place, for the sake of safety, you all go up and search for traces near the surrounding manhole covers, and I will chase after it from the pipeline!" ”

After speaking.

Dean didn't wait for Lawrence to object, pulled a headlamp and put it on, dropped the shotgun in his hand, and the figure flashed and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

..

This eucalyptus, Dean was going to be a group fight.

Now things have changed.

In order not to return empty-handed.

He can only reincarnate as a lone wolf.

The underground passage is spacious, with sewage in the middle and passages at the edges, and the footprints are visible because of the accumulation of dust.

The only trouble is that there are footprints left on the left and on the right.

This shows that the people in the black clinic are leaving from two different directions.

But it's hard for Dean, who has this tracking skill.

The footprints of a lame man, in front of the footprints of a group of normal people, are like fluorescence in the night, which is too obvious.

Source change app】

And the footprints of the other party are very deep.

Obviously carrying a person on his back.

Follow the footprints of the other party.

Dean was in the passage to the right, and he ran wildly.

...

"Kim, will we be caught?"

At this time, a girl covered in bandages, her eyes swollen to the point that only a slit remained, and a large piece of hair was missing from her head, lying on the young man's back, and her tone was weak.

Whew~

Whew~

Heavy wheezing sounded from the limping young man's chest.

He said firmly, "No, Annie, as long as you can get out of Los Angeles, you can start a new life." ”

Fighting all night, hurrying.

The physical strength of this military assassin master has been almost consumed.

"What about you?"

The girl was emotionally sensitive, and immediately heard what the youth was saying.

The young man just wanted to explain.

Suddenly.

Winter, winter, winter~

The sound of heavy, hurried footsteps colliding came from behind him.

The young boy shrank.

What a speed!

Not to mention that you are carrying a person on your back, your physical strength is also exhausted, even if you are not carrying a person, your right foot is inconvenient, and you will definitely not be able to escape to the established exit before the other party catches up!

Case!

Determination flashed in his eyes, and he put down the girl on his back: "Annie, someone is catching up, you go first, otherwise taking you will distract me!" ”

The girl laughed miserably: "Do you think I'm like this, can I leave alone, let me go, Kim, if I die today, I hope to die with you, as long as you don't think I'm dirty!" ”

"No, it won't!"

The young man walked to a corner, put down the girl, and slowly pulled out a slender military thorn from his waist that reflected a strange blue light in the light, blocked in front of the girl, turned off the light on his body, closed his eyes and breathed, and waited for the unknown pursuer to arrive.

For the white moonlight in my heart!

Whoever comes today dies!

on this.

The young man who is stuck in the blind spot of his vision has absolute self-confidence!

...

Winter, winter, winter~

Huge footsteps echoed, getting closer.

In a matter of seconds at most, the pursuer will rush to this corner, and then be pierced through his body.

Suddenly.

The footsteps disappeared all at once.

The young man opened his eyes reluctantly, full of doubts.

Could it be that the other party knows that he is in ambush?

For the first time, a sense of uneasiness surfaced in the hearts of young people.

Today, relying on a military thorn, can he really take Anne out with her whole body?

Just when his heart was upset.

A white light shot out from around the corner.

This moment.

All the distracting thoughts in the young man's heart disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, his body shot out, and the military thorn in his hand was in mid-air, because the speed was too fast, and a thin blue line was drawn, with a subtle sound of breaking the air, and stabbed again and again.

In the blink of an eye.

Several vital points of the human body at different heights were all crossed by the sharp points of the military thorns.

But empty feedback.

But it made the young man's expression change greatly.

!

Fooled!

Bang~

The lamp head smashed into the sewage, illuminating this space in a miserable white.

In the desperate gaze of the young man, a handsome man stood a few meters away from him, holding a gun, tilting his head, and looking at him with a smile: "Is it over, I'll shoot after playing." ”

this distance.

Relying on the military thorn in his hand, and the physical strength that has exploded.

It's a moat!

This moment.

The young man hated himself for not learning to shoot!

He looked at Dean unwillingly: "How do you know I'm waiting for you right here?" ”

"Your military spur, very fast, very decisive, it's a pity that your messy footprints betray your state, and a sneak attack is your best choice, so you lose!"