"Speed, Boost!"

Dean stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, his pants on, and thought to himself.

Attribute points: 1→0.

Speed: 15→16.

Disappears with the attribute points you just earned.

A tingling sensation surged from all over the body.

Dean looked in the mirror, his hole shrinking.

I saw the meridians hidden in the flesh and blood of the skin, as if they had an autonomous consciousness, writhing, stretching, and spreading under the flesh and skin...

Thrilling, evil.

Even though Dean is psychologically strong and witnesses this change in his physical body, he still feels his scalp tingle, worrying about whether he will transform into a prehistoric monster.

This strange situation lasted for more than a minute before it calmed down.

Just when Dean thought the change was over.

A piece of information came to mind: the proliferation of the prestate tissue has been completed (120%), the gene is being mined, and the evolution is expected to be completed in 20 hours.

Still coming?

Dean didn't expect that the improvement of his physique after breaking the limit this time would change so much!

Don't wait for him to react.

A warm current accompanied by a feeling of dizziness followed.

Dean shook his head, strained himself, put on his pajamas beside him, and didn't bother to return to the bed, only to stumble on the nearest couch, curled up in a coma.

Under the warm current, the temperature of his body rose at a very unscientific rate, and in areas that could not be seen by the naked eye, some genes that had been sleeping for countless years were awakened by unknown forces, broken and recombined, integrated into the existing body structure, and then at an incomprehensible speed, they multiplied rapidly in his body...

...

In a coma, Dean had a dream.

A strange and real dream.

He dreamed of himself in a huge forest, jumping and galloping with great speed and agility, avoiding some terrifying beasts, or hunting even weaker beasts...

Both scenarios are constantly changing.

The picture gradually became a lake.

In the end, all the dreams turned into a strange sense of falling, which made Dean instinctively kick his feet in his sleep.

"Whew~"

A terrible scream woke Dean from his sleep.

He got up reluctantly, and subconsciously wanted to go in the direction where the sound came from, activating the bullets collected in the subspace, but everything in the field of vision seemed to come to mind in slow motion:

I saw Caston, the unlucky bastard, clutching his belly, his mouth wide open, his face twisted and hideous, soaring in the air in a lobster bowed posture, and slammed into the heavy TV counter.

Thanks to this amazing speed of reaction.

Dean stopped the bullet that was about to be ignited in time, sparing the life of Cheston who was kicked away.

...

"I'm sorry, Cheston..."

With an apologetic look on his face, Dean looked at Cheston Horn, who had blood at the corner of his mouth, and was pulled away by an ambulance.

It turned out that when Cheston was delivering food, he found Dean lying on the couch, sleeping soundly.

He thought that Dean was too tired before, so he didn't bother, but stood by the side, but when he wanted to step forward to help Dean tuck the quilt, he just met Dean's kick.

If it weren't for the fact that the ball of his foot had just touched Cheston's stomach and didn't burst out of most of his power, Dean reckoned that he would have really kicked Cheston to death in his sleep, completing the murderous achievement in his dream.

"Speaking of which, that kind of falling dream seems to have appeared when I was growing my body before..."

Dean looked down at his trouser legs, which had become apparently an inch shorter, shook his head, and returned to his room.

He noted.

When he approached, the two members of the FBI Operations Department who had been standing at the door to guard him were tense and their hands were unconsciously touching their waists, completely thinking of themselves as some dangerous elements with unstable mental states.

After entering the room.

Dean had time to feel the changes in his body.

The extent of this change is far beyond his imagination.

If it is said that the attribute addition before breaking the limit is still considered to be the category of human beings, then he is definitely beginning to enter the extraordinary evolution now.

Subtle enhancements in all aspects of the body are not discussed.

Dean found that his body's coordination and explosiveness were at least twice as fast as before, and when he focused on an object, he even had the illusion of a slowdown in time.

Like what:

Dean casually picked up a pen on the table, threw it into the air, and then drew a not-so-obvious afterimage with his palm, and accurately clicked on the position of the pen again and again, maintaining the magical sight of the pen spinning in circles in the air but not falling.

It seems like just a little trick.

But this effect can only be achieved if the control of power and the body's reaction, a near-perfect grasp.

"It's getting more and more inhuman... I don't know if I can master the speed similar to bullet time if I continue to strengthen like this, and the speed attribute reaches the limit of twenty points..."

Dean pondered for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and looked back at the panel.

[Violent Detective Panel]

Role: Dean

Level: 21 (0/4000)

Spirit: 15 (locked)

Strength: 15

Speed: 16

Stamina: 15

Skills: Pistol Mastery, Ancient Muay Thai Mastery, Akaz School - Mind Reading L3, Trace Tracing L3, Beast Taming L1, Slightly (click on).

Trait: Body of the Beast!

Subspace: 2 cubic meters

Property points: 0

Skill points: 4

Completed Parts: Omitted. ”

"The remaining four skill points are enough for me to upgrade one skill to at least L3 at the professional level, but it seems that there is no suitable choice at present, and my current learning ability is also very strong, these skill points are more suitable for emergency situations."

Dean thought for a moment and ended the reinforcement.

...

Shortly after Cheston was taken to the hospital.

A woman, protected by two heavily armed police officers, knocked on Dean's door.

"Hello, I'm Fana, the director of the sub-bureau here, now it's convenient to talk?"

Fana was a very beautiful blonde woman, about thirty years old, wearing red mahogany glasses and a slightly serious professional attire, but the taut clothes undoubtedly told outsiders that there was something about her.

Dean glanced her up and down, and a smile appeared on his face: "Of course you can, but wouldn't it be too exaggerated for you to bring the two dudes behind you?" ”

"It's not an exaggeration at all."

Fana shook her finger: "Agent Dean, in your previous operation, one person killed more than twelve people, basically all of them were killed in one hit, more than three people, they experienced cruel torture before they died, and just now, your companion was also sent to the hospital by your kick, and the doctor said that he didn't have a month, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of bed..."

Speaking of this, she withdrew her foot that was about to enter Dean's room and took a deep breath: "Forget it, you're too dangerous, I'll talk to you at the door!" ”

Dean shrugged, "You say." ”

Fana waved her hand, and after the two stupid big men behind her retreated to the side with their guns, she lowered her voice and said: "Your actions make me very passive, don't tell me, you want me to wipe your ass!" ”

She deliberately waited a few days before coming to Dean, just to let Dean find his own relationship and deal with some of the troubles behind the organ factory.

Fana is in this remote city, and it is very good.

She didn't want to provoke a dangerous person like Dean, and she didn't want Dean to ruin her current peaceful life.

But now it seems.

This guy doesn't seem to have anything to do with it.

Dean spread his hands: "What's the trouble?" ”

Fana took out a photo: "This person is called Swande, he has several identities, city councilor, medical shoulder customer, and some more complex identities, the organ factory is completely over, but your troubles have just begun!" ”

Those organs, the channels through which they flow, are too complicated.

This includes beneficiaries, medical capital, local governments... Even the FBI wouldn't be stupid enough to dig deeper after cracking the pieces.

Dean looked at Fana and raised an eyebrow, "Thanks for the reminder, what do you want me to do?" ”

"Leave!" , Fana said in a serious tone: "I will apply to the headquarters for your suspension, which is responsible for your safety and my safety." ”

She said very bluntly: "I suggest you leave tomorrow morning, at least for now they don't dare to do it, but wait until the headquarters gives a plan to deal with it, you may be safe in the city, but when you leave, it will be when you die." ”

Dean nodded, "I see, help me take care of my companions." ”

"No problem, he'll be well taken care of."

Fana said, a little hesitant, "Thank you for your cooperation, if you have other needs, I will try my best to meet you." ”

Dean looked at the two heavily armed men behind Fana and grinned, "Help me prepare a few chicks, before I leave, I want to relax..."

...

Fana is an interesting person.

She actually found two good quality women for Dean.

Night falls.

Two coolly dressed white girls knocked on Dean's door.

This made the two guards guarding Dean miserable.

They endured the howling of ghosts and wolves for most of the day, and the soundproof room fell into dead silence.

"This bastard has finally stopped!"

A person scolded unhappily.

His companion nodded in agreement: "Bear with me, he'll get out tomorrow, it's the first time I've seen Director Fana be so kind to a person." ”

"What's friendly?" The guard, who had spoken before, smiled disdainfully.

Really friendly, Fana won't let the guy in the room drive away secretly in advance.

This is clearly trying to get rid of trouble.

He gloated: "That's because the bastard inside provoked Swande, that guy is a hypocritical and ruthless person, I bet, the guy in the room won't live to live tomorrow afternoon." ”

...

At the time of the two guards dripping coo.

Dean had already followed the window of the hotel, like Spider-Man, grabbing the edge of the wall with his bare hands, falling layer by layer, directly from the top of the thirtieth floor, to the ground.

What bullshit bigwigs!

What a threat!

He likes to strangle threats in the cradle.

Leave the hotel.

Dressed in a nighttime suit taken out of space, Dean pulled out an unused cell phone and dialed a call from as far away as New York.

This is the number he left when he bought arms during his previous trip to New York.

A sweet female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is Daddy's grocery store, what do guests need?" ”

"A sandwich biscuit, hurry!" , Dean lowered his voice.

Sandwich biscuits are intelligence.

As for the fruit, it is arms.

There was a pause for a moment, and the sweet woman's voice changed to a cold and professional tone: "Please provide the ingredients." ”

"Swande, Swan Crosby of XX City, XX State, he is a medical shoulder passer, I need the most accurate information about him right now, location!"

This time, there was a longer pause.

Dean waited a full five minutes before hearing the woman's response again: "Guest, his identity is very sensitive, if you are sure you need it, please send 500,000 US dollars to this account within ten minutes." ”

The phone hangs up.

A bank account text message was sent to Dean's hand.

Dean immediately dialed another transatlantic phone and transferred money through his mobile phone.

Half an hour later.

An address appeared in Dean's hand.

...

Midnight.

Dean was sleeping in his arms with his tired soft girl.

Bang~

The door to the room was slammed open.

Fana appeared in front of him with a group of people with an unkind expression.

She scanned the room with keen eyes, and then looked at Dean and the two girls on the bed, before she said suspiciously: "Agent Dean, just half an hour ago, Swander was killed in the xx club, and you must leave now for the sake of safety." ”

Dean yawned, his sleepy-eyed face was filled with the unhappiness of being woken up: "That bastard is dead, why am I leaving?" ”

"I'm very angry right now, don't mess with me!"

Fana's eyes lit up.

Although the person she arranged could guarantee that Dean had never left, the woman's intuition told her that Swander's death had something to do with Dean!

...

Fana didn't want to get involved.

She just wants Dean to get out of her territory now!

Escorted by her people, Dean could only say goodbye to the gentle bed, and after going to the hospital to say goodbye to Cheston Earn, he reluctantly drove out of the city.

A few days later.

All the way.

Dean returned to Los Angeles after months of absence.

Considering that the trouble on the mayor's side has not been resolved.

He didn't notify anyone, quietly Mimi returned to the safe house prepared in advance, and after making an appointment to meet Anbei, he turned on the computer in the safe house, ready to check the feedback from the FBI side to him.

No surprises.

He was suspended.

Dean didn't feel any regrets about this.

It was only when he really got involved that he discovered the limitations of the FBI.

The old eucalyptus is cracked up and inked, and the cost performance is very low.

Eucalyptus is often involved too much.

Many of the FBI-led eucalyptus are actually just an extension of Z governance and a necessary means to safeguard interests.

In a word.

Dean wasn't happy during this time.

He misses the days in Los Angeles a little.

Turn off your mailbox.

Dean searches for news about Swander.

He killed the other with his own hands.

This is also the first time Dean has used subspace to kill people.

The simplicity was beyond his expectations: he just disguised himself as a club attendant, found Swand, who was drinking, across a dozen tables, and with a movement of his mind, a bullet appeared out of thin air, and the other party was shot in the head.

The bullets released by using the subspace are silent, without any traces remaining, and the power has not diminished in the slightest, which is a real means of killing people invisibly.

No matter how many undercurrents are surging behind Swander's death.

At least on the surface, the death of Swande, the big man in Fana's mouth, is big and rainy.

...

"What's next?"

The agent didn't have to do it for the time being, and the FBI was suspended again.

I'm a little confused.

Dean thought for a moment, took out his phone, and dialed Neil's number.

If you are undecided, you will talk about it.