A small and inconspicuous shooting range on the outskirts of Los Angeles.

A sleepy-eyed little old man parked the truck in front of Dean, and after taking a sip of strong wine to sober up, he smashed it and said, "Inspector Dean, so many weapons have almost emptied my nest, it seems that there are a lot of people in your team." ”

Dean looked at the carriage full of guns with satisfaction, and said casually, "Old Tyre, what team?" ”

Old Tyre is the owner of this range.

Of course, this shooting range, only he is guarded by himself, it is completely laissez-faire, only some citizens who have been hunting here for many years, or people who need to change their guns, will occasionally invite friends to come here to play.

Old Tyre saw Dean's reaction and realized that he had misunderstood.

He was stunned and pointed to the carriage behind him: "So many weapons and ammunition, Mr. Detective, you don't want to play alone all day, do you?" ”

Tens of thousands of dollars worth of guns and ammunition.

He didn't think anyone could physically withstand it.

Hearing this, Dean smiled and said nothing, took out a thick stack of American knives from his pocket with his backhand, and threw it on Old Tyre: "I just want to be familiar with all kinds of firearms, by the way, Old Tyre, you should have a little pineapple here, please help me get a few." ”

Old Tyre looked at Dean, then at the stack of bills worth at least a few thousand dollars, choked his throat and hesitated.

"Don't think about it, I'm just in a bad mood and want to vent, old Tyre, you don't think that with my position, you can't get these things anywhere else, do you?"

"Well..."

Thinking that Dean was young and was already a detective in the police department, old Tyle also felt that he was thinking too much.

He first assisted Dean by moving boxes and boxes of weapons and ammunition out of the car before getting back into the car and preparing to go to his arsenal and pick up the pineapples that Dean had asked for.

See him leave.

Dean couldn't wait to take a small-caliber pistol with a relatively small power coefficient, pointed it at the side of his body, and pulled the trigger, and at the same time, at the moment of pulling the trigger, his consciousness activated the subspace, trying to absorb the bullets fired into the subspace.

The next moment.

It was as if a sledgehammer had smashed into Dean's head.

He snorted and sat down on the floor.

Slowed down for a long time.

Dean stood up again with an ugly face.

His conjecture succeeded, but... also failed.

Dean never expected that subspace storage things actually have a price!

The price is that it will consume his mental strength.

It's just that his previous attempts were all dead things that stood still, and his spirit was very active, so it didn't feel obvious.

But when a bullet, with a strong kinetic energy, came impacting, Dean immediately suffered.

The feeling of being smashed in my head by a sledgehammer is really uncomfortable.

Even if it's a little more relaxed now.

Dean still felt that his mental state was still much weaker than before.

He put down his pistol, a little disappointed: "It seems that subspace can only try to accommodate the bullets fired at me in times of crisis, otherwise I can't bear it." ”

But fortunately, there is still a reward.

The experiment just now verified Dean's subspace, and as long as the spirit can withstand it, it can contain all the dead things that shoot at him.

Moments of crisis.

It will work wonders if it is used to save life or to cheat death.

And...

Dean glared at the grass to the side.

The next moment.

A bullet shot out of thin air from the location of Dean's right eye, hitting the unknown insect flying in the grass, shooting it on the spot!

"Handsome!"

Dean grinned.

Although it is limited by one's own mental strength, it is impossible to store bullets in a large number of bursts and put them in space as a killer feature.

But if you store one or two bullets every day, it will still be enough in times of crisis.

In fact, with Dean's nervous reaction, suddenly pulling out a gun from subspace and firing it quickly will not be much slower than this sudden burst of bullets, but the key to this surprise and release bullets is handsome!

Imagine that.

One day, I was playing poker naked, and suddenly an enemy attacked, and I raised my finger unhurriedly, Biu's imaginary finger, and the enemy shot his head in response...

】

Just thinking about it, Dean felt like he was going to get high.

Maybe... This is the joy of men.

...

Because of the sudden discovery of the limitations of subspace.

Dean's previous thoughts, naturally, didn't work.

But money can't be spent in vain.

All day, he spent the whole day at the shooting range.

During this period, Dean tested it and found that compared with bullets, the subspace has lower storage pressure and better defense effect against the fragment impact of the pineapple explosion and the group attack of the shotgun.

So he put away two shotgun pellets that had just been fired, and some of the fragments from the pineapple explosion to ensure the diversity of his methods, and then returned to the apartment with a body of gunsmoke.

For this experiment.

Overall, Dean is still very satisfied.

However, the continuous use of subspace to store shocks caused his mental state to languish and he needed to sleep to recover.

He was going to wait until he woke up, and then think about preparing some things and keeping them in the subspace, just in case.

...

Just when Dean went to bed early.

Mun, the former captain who hadn't appeared in front of Dean for a long time, put down the phone in his hand worriedly.

Today is a holiday.

He is taking his wife and children to fiddle with barbecue and picnic in his small yard.

Family, children, sunshine, pleasant breeze...

All this made Munn, a guy who had a smooth sailing career, feel happy.

But the call just now broke his originally good mood.

Mun's wife, keenly noticing the change in Mun's mood, quietly handed over a bunch of roasted vegetables and asked, "What's the matter, Mun?" ”

Meng En was unwilling to infect his bad mood to his family, so he had to restrain his emotions and shrugged: "It's all about complaints, you know, since I became the director of the Internal Affairs Division, some old friends often come to me to plead, after all, there are many police officers in law enforcement, and it is really not serious." ”

In a country where guns are rampant, police are not a good career.

Because these people have been in a state of mental tension for a long time, they are very likely to be stressed and shoot, resulting in accidental injuries and manslaughter, and then forming more serious psychological problems.

And if you can't maintain this state, it's easy to die in the line of duty.

Almost every police officer with remarkable 'performance' can't escape the experience of eating a large number of complaints.

And these police officers are generally the backbone and elite of various police stations.

Therefore, Mun, the head of the internal affairs department, often needs to spend a lot of energy in coordinating these things, and it is indeed much more tiring than when he was the captain before.

The blessed wife, however, saw at a glance that her husband's words were insincere.

However, she didn't continue, just nodded and smiled gently: "Okay, if you need to deal with things, go ahead and get busy first, I'll take care of the children." ”

After gratefully kissing his wife on the forehead and apologizing to his young children, Munn returned to the house, changed his clothes, and drove to an upscale private club with many Asian faces.

Led by a waiter.

Munn soon appeared in a minimalist-style decorated office, and said respectfully to the people in the main seat, "Mr. Saul! ”

This person is none other than Mun's backer, Saul Aston, who is now the chief of Los Angeles.

...

The air in the office also smells that men understand.

Apparently something unspeakable was going on here before Munn came in.

The spring breeze was proud, Saul tidied up the collar on his body, picked up the cigar on the table to warm up, and said softly: "Meng'en, how are things going?" ”

Mun, an old white man with an elegant temperament, lowered his head: "It's been dealt with, if necessary, I can take down Dean at any time, but his ability is very strong, I..."

Dongdong~

Thor knocked on the table: "Then take him down!" ”

"Got it, Mr. Thor!"

Munn walked out of the office a little lonely.

It's not that he and Dean have a deep relationship, it's just that they think Dean is his horseboy, and Saul has put on an attitude of valuing Dean before.

Now he is shooting at Dean without explanation.

This made Meng En vaguely uneasy.

This uneasiness includes anxiety about his future and guilt for Dean.

This guy is really capable, but after taking office, he acted very strongly, and he suffered a lot of complaints, and there were many perfunctory points on many reports, but he suppressed them and did not pursue them.

Now, these complaints, along with the report, will be strong evidence for Dean's suspension.

The previous administrative leave for Dean was actually a beginning.

And this time, it's really ready to get started.

Who exactly did Dean offend?

Munn didn't think Saul Aston, the new power in Los Angeles, would have any idea of competing for a small role under his command for no reason.

This is so abnormal!

After Munn left.

In the office, a black-haired stunner, from the rest room inside, like a cat, silently, sat in Thor's arms: "You are really a trustworthy man, Mr. Thor." ”

Thor exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at the ceiling above him, "I've fulfilled my promise to you, and now it's time for you to repay me!" ”

Dean, it's just a small character.

But this small character happened to offend a family in Xiao Ri Benguo because of the ogre eucalyptus before, and many female members of this family married many white employees in Los Angeles Z House.

Thor needs the Japanese Ben people to contain the rich Chinese businessmen below him.

Those Japanese people, after the last incident, also realized that they needed to find a more powerful backer in Los Angeles.

Coincidentally.

Many Japanese people actually have some connection with the forces on the side of Bandar Island, that is, Thor's mother's family.

Under this appeal.

By the way, the two sides made contact with the matter of Dean's small role.

So Dean, it's just bad luck.

"The Yamaguchi family, serve you wholeheartedly.."

The woman chuckled, slipped out of Thor's arms, and crouched down...