As a special employee of the FBI.

It is normal to receive some temporary tasks.

It's just that Dean always felt that the timing of the email was a little too ingenious.

"Could it be that there is a problem with the mission?"

He touched his chin, a little suspicious.

The mission email, signed by the FBI Dispatch Department (Strategy Department), is a department similar to the alarm center, located at the FBI headquarters in Washington, D.C., which has no presence on weekdays and is more used to cooperate with the work of local bureaus.

From the sender of the email, Dean couldn't tell the problem.

He looked at the documents in the email, which had been copied.

In the document, there is a list of people who have frequently disappeared in recent years in a mountain range in Oregon.

In the list, there are men and women, a total of fifty-three people, aged between the teens and thirties, with complex occupations, but all enjoy hiking, climbing, and in the process, lose the last contact.

"Fifty-three missing?"

Eucalyptus!

Dean licked his lips and quickly opened the map of the United States on his computer, and through searching, he was able to locate the topographic map of the location of the mountain range.

This look.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Because according to the map, the mountain range is actually just a series of small peaks, there are more than 20 towns nearby, the infrastructure is perfect, and there are even many people living in the mountains, there are all kinds of tourist huts, water and electricity, etc., all of which are paved, and there is no signal problem.

Strictly speaking.

The place of disappearance is not a no-man's land.

Dean quickly searched for some related posts by mountain name.

These posts are all surrounding tourism, and the popularity of the route guide across this mountain range during the holiday is not low.

Besides.

There are also local reports on mountain tourism.

According to official statistics.

Every year, more than 50,000 people go to the mountain area for camping, hiking, rock climbing, etc., feeding many town hotels and restaurants along the way, and the security here is not bad, and there are few malignant eucalyptus.

This.. That's interesting.

The official report rarely shows malignant cases, but the FBI has sent itself a series of missing lists.

Which side is lying?

Dean originally thought that this email had come by some coincidence, but now he feels a little uneasy.

He simply took out his mobile phone and dialed Amon's personal number.

On the other end of the phone, it was a message setting: "This is Amon's phone message, if there is an emergency, I will call back after nine o'clock in the evening..."

Dean then remembered that Amon had recently been tracking down the terrorist attack organization of the Holy Heavenly Kingdom before, and he was probably very busy, so he could only leave a message saying that he had important matters to discuss with him.

He just hung up.

Outside, the sound of Cheston and a group of people could be heard.

This guy took advantage of Dean's time to check the eucalyptus, and he had already mingled with his colleagues in the LB's Las Vegas branch, and he was a social expert.

After all, this is someone else's territory.

Dean went through the list of missing persons again, memorized them all, logged out of his mailbox, and turned off his computer.

Before Amon calls back.

He doesn't reply to emails.

...

Evening.

Had dinner.

Dean let Chesston move freely, and he went to the hotel where Joss was staying.

Because of what happened before.

Joss's fiancée, Gaia, needs to take a period of time off, so Joss chose a monthly service directly at the best hotel in Las Vegas, and at the same time added enough security to be around.

After being questioned by the front desk, Dean was secured by sunglasses from the top floor, and went to the floor where Joss was located through the exclusive elevator.

Ruosi waited early at the elevator entrance.

Meet Dean.

He greeted him warmly: "I thought you had left Las Vegas." ”

Dean shrugged: "I'm ready to leave, but I'm afraid I need your help if I encounter some minor trouble." ”

This is not the place to talk.

Joss took Dean to the bar and poured the expensive drinks himself: "Dean, what do you need me to do?" We are friends, you also saved my fiancée, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you. ”

His attitude made Dean feel very comfortable.

Although every time I meet Ruosi, nothing good happens, but this guy is really good.

Well!??

Dean suddenly thought that he and Cheston were organized by Lucifer this time and gave an invitation, wouldn't it be the weapon of the law of cause and effect that he was beaten by the bastard Joss!

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Think about it this way.

Dean looked into Joss's eyes and became unkind: "Joss, you deserve to be my friend!" ”

The word friend is very heavy by him, and there is a feeling of gnashing his teeth!

Joss didn't hear what Dean meant.

Seeing Dean looking at him, he picked up the wine glass with some embarrassment: "Dean, don't think about it, no person with a noble character will treat his friend badly, I believe you are the same for me, by the way, what do you want me to help?" ”

This stupid appearance of a big dog made Dean feel that he had nowhere to go.

He was a little depressed and said, "I need you to help me get some gadgets as stealthily as possible." ”

said.

Dean picked up the wine glass on the table and pulled a note from his bosom.

Ruosi took the note curiously, and muttered according to the contents: "Powerful hemostatic spray, smoke grenades, night vision devices, concussion bombs, triggered anti-tank mines, portable rockets, portable modified Gatling..."

The more he chattered, the quieter his voice became.

Ruoss looked at the long list of weapon names behind him, and couldn't help but look up at Dean, "Man, are you sure you're in a little trouble?" ”

Dean shook the wine glass in his hand and said calmly, "If you can help me deliver these things secretly to my hands before September, then it will be a small trouble, otherwise I am not sure." ”

Joss let out a breath and looked at Dean with some concern: "Wait for my call." ”

Until the two separated again.

Joss didn't even ask Dean what trouble he was in.

Although he has average EQ and IQ, he also knows that Dean is willing to give him that list of weapons, which belongs to trusting himself, and as a friend, he should not be too curious.

...

Nine twenty p.m.

Dean finally waited for Amon to call back.

"Dean, you encountered the Lucifer Order?"

On the other end of the phone, Amon's voice was hoarse, lacking in breath, and seemed to be in poor condition.

Dean was not surprised that Amon had guessed his intentions.

Amon is the head of both the FBI and the NSA, and it is not difficult to find the feedback report they uploaded.

"Yes, a terrible one.

While we were investigating a series of corpses on the road with Chesson, we stumbled upon a hunting ground in Lucifer.

The dangerous group seemed to be working on some kind of plan, and what was even more strange was that I received a mission assignment from the FBI's Washington side while I was searching for similar hunting and other pieces of the genre near Las Vegas. ”

Dean didn't say anything about receiving the invitation.

A member of Lucifer's Game Organization, with a strange identity, he can't fully trust Amon.

Amon listened to Dean's account and did not speak.

There was a keyboard click.

Only then did he re-speak: "There are indeed some problems with this task, I checked the attendance of the agents of the sub-bureau over there, according to the process, this task should not be assigned to you, this is not in line with the process." ”

Dean chuckled in his heart.

There's really a problem!

He asked, "Amon, can you find out who sent the email?" ”

Amon paused for a moment before saying, "I'll help you inquire about the situation as soon as possible, by the way, Dean, I haven't heard from Mentor Anthony for a long time, is he okay now?" ”

Dean: "..."

Adult interactions, more or less, need interests to maintain a relationship in order to be stable.

Old man Anthony is the biggest link between him and Amon, two people with unequal status, to maintain a relationship.

Amon asked, did you receive any news?

Dean thought for a moment and said tentatively, "Mentor Anthony told me last time that he needed to do something for his family, and he would temporarily cut off contact with the outside world, so I don't know about the mentor's situation now. ”

"That's right..."

Amon said thoughtfully, "Okay, Dean, if you have any news of Mentor Anthony, please let me know as soon as possible, I obtained a piece of information about the Lucifer Organization when I was investigating the Holy Heavenly Organization, maybe it will be helpful to him." ”

Dean secretly cursed treacherous in his heart, and said quietly on the surface: "No problem! ”

Amon's answer made him unable to figure out what the other party meant.

Anthony's disappearance is a blockade of news, and only a few people in the Morgan family and the Akaz school know about the situation at present, and it is unlikely that Amon can know the details.

Dean also needs Amon to help him for the time being.

In short, do Tai Chi first and drag it out.

...

Half an hour later.

Amon called again and brought Dean a reply that made him even more confused: "Dean, I asked a friend in the Dispatch Department of the headquarters, and he said that this is a special request from Agent Massa, who is also a student taught by Mentor Anthony before, and praised you before, you should know him." ”

"Massa!"

When Dean heard Amon say this, the appearance of a black man with a bald head immediately appeared in his mind.

The other party is the instructor of the FBI's training base in the suburbs of Los Angeles, an expert in trace tracing, and he and Dean have killed a pair of very murderous skinning brothers in the mountains, and obtained a lot of extra money.

Dean's tracking skills were learned from Massa.

But since that collaboration, the two have barely been in touch.

When he and Chesston were temporarily at the training base, they didn't see Massa, the phone couldn't get through, and they didn't call back, and Dean thought that Massa was on another mission.

What's going on here?

Dean suppressed the doubts in his head and said in a surprised tone, "You mean Massa?" Yes, we worked together once before, where is he now? ”

"He resigned from the position of base mentor and was reinstated and transferred to the headquarters, and I don't know the specific position, because I can't contact him, this situation is rare, and it usually occurs in the undercover team."

Amon paused and gave his advice: "So, I suggest you go to that mountain range and see it for yourself." ”

"Well... I won't disturb you to rest, and I wish you all the best in your mission. ”

"Thank you."

Listening to the phone call, everyone hung up.

Dean looked up, his eyes deep and thoughtful at the dark sky polluted by the halo.

Not sure why.

He always felt that he was now trapped in a big net that he could not see or touch, but surrounded him from all sides, intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to involve himself deeper in the net.

Massa...

Amun..

The connection between these people and themselves can be traced back to Anthony, who has disappeared.

The previous doubt couldn't help but resurface in Dean's mind: Mentor Anthony, is it really missing?

...

The next day.

A domineering Humvee car, facing the swept wind and sand, galloped on the empty road.

Chesston helped up his sunglasses, and glanced at Dean who was lying in the co-pilot with his eyes closed.

"Do you wonder why we don't fly?"

Dean closed his eyes, but said lazily as if he had seen Chesston's gaze.

Cheston nodded awkwardly: "Yes, we are nearly a thousand kilometers away from the land, and it is more convenient and efficient to take a plane." ”

Dean opened his eyes and said seriously, "Chesston, what are we going to investigate now?" ”

Chestern was bewildered by Dean's earnest look.

He was a little uncertain and said, "Missing. . . Missing eucalyptus. ”

Dean shook his head: "To be precise, a large number of missing eucalyptus that were deliberately concealed by the local authorities!" ”

After replying to the e-mail from headquarters accepting the assignment, a more detailed information was sent from there.

According to the information from the FBI's side.

In recent years, more than 50 tourists and residents have indeed gone missing in the mountain area, but I don't know for what purpose, the officials over there have not reported it.

Here we have to mention the strangeness of this country.

The United States, not to mention that each state is very independent, even if it is between cities and towns, it is similar to an autonomous region, and in principle it follows the laws of the American Union, but the public officials who are managed are all self-employed by the local government and have great authority.

To put it mildly.

If there is a problem with the local authorities, the agents from other places are stupid to go over, and the most likely thing is that they will die in a foreign land.

After listening to Dean's words, Cheston was puzzled at first, and then excited: "Agent Dean, you mean that we may have a conflict with the local police officers this time?" ”

"Not necessarily, but those people are probably not clean, if you want to break the eucalyptus, the identity of tourists is more suitable for us."

Dean finished and closed his eyes again.

Chesson has a bright brain, and he also has a grudge against the Lucifer organization, but he is not very old and has too little experience, so he seems mediocre, and he may be able to play a greater role than cannon fodder.

Recent encounters.

Dean felt that he should speed up the construction of his power, instead of being a shrunken turtle, passively waiting for fate to arrange himself.

Two days later.

The dusty Hummer has finally arrived in a small town in Oregon located beyond the mountains.