"It's not the police..."

No one will let an old man with a vicissitudes of voice go after a murderer who escapes from prison.

Dean thought for a moment and said tentatively, "Barton? ”

"Sorry, I don't know any Barton.

Now the police have cordoned off the entire block.

If Mr. Dean wants to get out of here safely, he may need our help. ”

Outside the door, the old voice was neither slow nor urgent.

Dean understands in seconds.

That's what a man does.

He clearly knows the power of the Z government organs.

Now I am just a sharpshooter with very poor physical fitness, and without external help, the possibility of escaping is very low.

So there was no hesitation.

Dean opens the door.

Outside the door.

A wandering old man dressed in tatters who looked like he was playing performance art smiled at Dean and put a set of clothes in his hand in front of Dean: "Dean Apothecary, put it on, Miss Catherine wants to see you as soon as possible, and when the time comes, the doubts in your heart will be answered." ”

What the old man handed over was actually a set of fully armed tactical uniforms!

Dean took it, and when he spread it out, he found that on the top of the tactical suit, there was also a skull figure wrapped in an eagle rice slug.

This picture, he knows in the real world, belongs to a special forces of the Mexican Army, and he is a powerful force, and he is also an important force in the fight against Mexican drug lords.

In Dean's world, of course.

One of Mexico's most powerful drug lord groups is the instructor of this special forces, with a team pulled up by a team...

...

Change your clothes and put on a mask that only shows your eyes.

Led by the old man, the two walked through the humble alleys and finally came to a jeep parked on the corner.

In the jeepney, there is a tactical squad.

Seeing them, a majestic man in the lead nodded at the old man, then beckoned to Dean and motioned for him to get into the car.

Dean knew that at this moment, he had no choice.

So, without saying a word, he jumped into the car, sat in the middle of the group of sculpted warriors, and after a simple adjustment, the whole person's temperament blended into it, except that he had no weapons in his hands, as if he was originally a member of this team.

Seeing this, the majestic man's eyes showed surprise.

Could it be that this guy is also from a special combat team?

He took a deep look at Dean and sat in the passenger seat and motioned for the driver to drive.

Along.

Dean noticed that police cars were guarding various intersections in the neighborhood, and every fifty or sixty meters, heavily armed teams could be seen patrolling around.

Once there is a situation.

This place will immediately become an encirclement and be besieged.

That's the power of the collective.

However, in the face of this jeep full of iron soldiers, the Mexican police who were investigating naturally did not dare to stop it, allowing Dean to leave this area very smoothly.

Jeep southbound.

Dean found that this was the direction to the city.

Half an hour later.

The surrounding streets, starting to get tidy, high-rise buildings, apartment complexes, neat green belts, well-dressed pedestrians...

Everything here, and the neighborhood where Dean was hiding, are completely different forms.

Just when Dean thought that this group of people would take him to some upscale neighborhood.

The military jeep, but did not stop, crossed the main road of the city, and finally went out of the city, braved the wind and sand, and finally stopped at a small military base in a semi-desert area.

"Who did Barton sell the reagents to?"

With doubts in his heart, Dean was finally taken to an empty shooting range by this group of special combat soldiers, leaving him alone and leaving in turn.

The shooting range is well equipped.

On the table in front of Dean are various models of pistols and semi-automatic rifles.

Da Da Da ~ The sound of powerful footsteps was heard.

Dean looked in the direction of the sound.

A smartly dressed, shoulder-length brown-haired woman, wearing professional shooting equipment, walked towards him.

"Catherine?"

Dean strikes first.

The woman ignored Dean and walked past him, came to the table, picked up a pistol the size of a palm, shook it lightly, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang~

After a barrage of gunshots.

Twenty meters ahead, only one bullet hole remained on the fixed target.

Clear a magazine.

The woman put down the pistol in her hand with satisfaction and looked at Dean: "In terms of information, you are just a very ordinary ninth-rate detective, I am curious about your marksmanship, you are CIA?" ”

"It's not!" , Dean shook his head: "You can treat me as a timid and unlucky detective, in addition, your target should be the formula in my hand, I still have very important things to do, promise my conditions, I will give you the formula." ”

This woman, let her subordinates, call him a pharmacist, in fact, to show her identity.

At the same time, it is also a temptation.

If Dean looks confused, then he's just a lucky guy, not a smart guy.

On the contrary, it shows that he is a smart person.

Treat people differently.

The negotiation techniques are naturally different.

So Dean got straight to the point, which can be regarded as showing that he is a smart person.

Want a recipe?

Then fulfill your request!

Hear the words.

The woman sighed: "Okay, it seems that you are a little difficult, I do like your formula, tell me about your conditions, I hope it won't make me too difficult." ”

Negotiation is really about doing business.

The lucky one, if you want to win it, it is nothing more than coercion and temptation.

This is the lowest cost means, and she is the master, Dean is the second, and the other party has no choice.

But this method, at present, is likely not so smooth for this seemingly simple man, but with ruthless marksmanship.

It's not that easy to get the recipe.

"My conditions should be simple for you who can easily find my place."

There was no wave in Dean's eyes, but the face under the mask was smiling.

This woman is still a little immature.

Just a moment, he revealed a very important piece of information to Dean: the other party hurriedly got the formula for Brother Wei's 'burning blood'.

This shows that this woman with unknown power can't cover the sky with one hand in her own forces, and is more likely to be a figure like a leader.

That's the only way.

The other party will worry about the leakage of the formula, and be anxious to settle the credit first.

It's a good thing that it's convenient for Dean to make a condition!

...

Unbeknownst to Catherine, as soon as she followed Dean's words, she exposed her weaknesses.

She leaned on the gun table: "Say your terms." ”

"I hope you can help me find someone!"

Dean told the story of this body, accepting the little girl's employment, and then said in a sincere tone: "I have lived for more than thirty years, and it is the first time that I have been taken so seriously, so I hope you can help me find her sister." ”

"It's as simple as that?"

Catherine's eyes widened.

Just looking for a little girl.

This is no problem at all for the intelligence system, the largest assassin organization spread across Mexico and Europe!

Barton before, yes.

Now Dean, too!

This feeling of relaxation gave Catherine the illusion that she was not dreaming.

Dean nodded seriously: "It's as simple as that, find my employer's sister, and I'll teach you the complete formula, of course, if you're in a good mood, you can also reward me with a little money." ”

Catherine gave Dean a deep look and nodded heavily: "No problem, as long as that little girl is alive, I will rescue her, swear by the honor of my family!" ”

She held out her hand for the first time: "By the way, you can call me Catherine, your future boss!" ”

Dean obediently shook the other man's calloused palm: "Okay, boss! ”

Catherine didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

This also made her, looking at the inconspicuous Dean in front of her, very pleasing to the eye, and arranged for someone to take Dean to rest first.

Dean was already exhausted at the moment, and after a simple meal, he fell asleep.

...

He had to hurry up and regain his spirits.

When he wakes up, Dean is unsure whether he and Catherine, who has just reached a partnership, are friend or foe.

Because... His conditions are not simple at all!

Follow the panel prompts.

Mission 1: Survive!

This should be a confirmation of what he faced in prison as soon as he appeared.

Mission 2: Find out who the king is!

Dean doesn't have a clue about this.

But he suspects that it has something to do with the employment that his predecessor accepted.

Follow the clues.

You will get the clues of the title of king!

And one more point!

The last of the five tips given by the panel: Do you choose kindness or selfishness in the face of death?

This is actually to tell Dean that in the course of the mission, manpower is invincible, and he will face death!

And the last moment of the dungeon teleportation.

Dean heard an illusory female voice again: Escape, I must escape, I can't die in this hellish place!

At the time, he thought he was going to turn into a woman in captivity.

Check it out now.

This is supposed to be a monologue by the little girl's sister.

She's stuck somewhere.

And this place, controlled by a man who is called king.

This should be the complete process of this quest!

So...

Dean's condition seems simple, but in fact, it is to let the mysterious woman in front of her face the forces where her mission goal is located!

Of course, this possibility should not be large.

On one side is the Weige market, which is worth tens of billions of dollars a year.

On the one hand, it is from a force to rescue an inconspicuous little girl.

Dean felt that since Catherine could take him directly to a military base, she should not care about this little difficulty, so she chose to break the contract and torture herself directly.

...

Just as Dean was sleeping.

Based on the information provided by Dean, Catherine also arranged for her intelligence officers to track down the sister of Dean's employer, Sophia.

Soon.

Under a powerful intelligence system.

Sophia and her sister Aarho's basic information appeared on Catherine's desk.

Sofia, female, Mexican, 9 years old, both parents died...

Airo, female, Mexican, 12 years old, both parents deceased...

The two sisters were adopted by their uncle after their parents died young.

But their uncle, who was an addict, squandered the inheritance left by the two sisters' parents, and when he had a poisonous party with a 'Taoist friend', he 'wheeled' Ai Ruo, who was only eleven years old at the time.

The little girl, covered in bruises, dragged her broken body and called the police.

The police officer who finally came to inquire left directly after receiving the benefits, but the sisters were greeted by the uncle who turned his face and beat him.

Once ethics and morality are gone, they are gone.

In order to compensate for the loss of bribes.

The uncle of the two sisters was simply ready to let the older Ai Ruo start picking up customers.

For my sister.

The young Airo, after being tortured, chose to flee... In the end, under the reminder of some also homeless children, he took refuge in a chicken head and obtained the protection of the other party.

At the price, of course.

The young Ai Ruo began his official job: to receive all kinds of exotic male tourists who have taken off their usual human disguise and come to this border city...

The above information.

It was the informant under Catherine who found Aarho's previous 'colleague' and knew the details.

Read the information.

The pity in Catherine's eyes flashed.

But only a hint of it.

As a member of the Assassin family, this thing was, for her, a luxury.

Interests are the only way for her to maintain her power.

Keep your documents away.

Catherine tugged at the drawstring beside her.

Moment.

A woman, silently, appeared in the office: "Director! ”

"The results of the interrogation?"

"We tortured the chicken head, and the other party said that half a month ago, someone from the police station came to the door and asked her for a group of pure-looking, experienced and obedient children, among which the target Ai Ruo was among the people who sent it out."

"Someone from the police station?"

Catherine frowned slightly when she heard this.

What do they want a bunch of little girls for?

Think of something dirty.

Catherine knocked on the table, "What's the latest movement in the city?" ”

"We questioned all the trafficker channels and found that these are related to the recent frequent disappearances of women, and all the clues point to our jurisdiction, the newly appointed Mr. Monseff!"

Hear the name.

Catherine's brow furrowed even tighter.

Monseff Emerson was the new ruler of the city.

Of course, this is only the superficial identity of the other party.

The real identity of the other party is one of the godsons of the leader of the drug lord group-Hada Group, which has been in the limelight recently.

As an underground organization.

The League of Assassins, though tentacles are spread across North America and Europe.

But she's just the head of a region.

The Hada Group, with tens of thousands of armed forces, is an existence that she will not easily provoke!

Da Da Da ~ The dull sound of percussion became more and more turbulent.

Apparently.

Catherine was not in a very good mood when she heard this message.

"It's just a little girl, the other party should give this face... I'm afraid I'm afraid that Ai Ruo is dead..."

In front of a group of beasts, it often doesn't end well.

Long!

Catherine stopped tapping and raised her head: "Keep checking, I want to know where they took these girls, and also... Arrange for someone to thoroughly investigate that Dean, and I need to know all his relationships, relatives, and experiences! ”

It would be best to save the living Airo.

If you can't help it, or if the price you need to pay is too great.

Catherine didn't mind breaking the contract either.

Hearing this, the female subordinate nodded, and exited the room.