15. Fighting upgrades
The streetlights shone dimly.
The icy night breeze whistled across the empty streets.
The two of them shuddered at the same time and pulled their collars.
"Now that the clues are becoming clearer, I think Mona had an accident on her way back to the South End after leaving the store."
Rust's eyes traced the road outside the shop.
Compared to the streets of the city center, this street off the main road is too deserted, with only two or three shops open except for this movie merchandise store.
"The accident happened near this street. As we continue to walk towards the city center, the road is full of pedestrians and patrols, and the possibility of an accident is very small. β
Rust analyzed.
Dean rubbed his hands, and the light illuminated his uncertain face,
"Do you think it's possible that the shopkeeper did something to Mona?"
"Huh?" Rust glanced back at Raymond's House in surprise, "Didn't we just have a good conversation?" Why did you suddenly start to suspect him again? β
"That guy seems to be a good-hearted guy, but who can guarantee that he is the same as he looks." Dean shook his head, "In a way, the more he knows about Mona, the easier it is to make a move. β
"If he hurt Mona, why didn't he just deny it in the first place? On the contrary, I talked to you so much, isn't this suspicious? β
Rust is firmly opposed,
"He's fine! You shouldn't think of everyone as badass, suspects. β
Dean was silent for a moment, then apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous. β
Russ nodded, his tone softening again, "Don't you feel it?" You have been talking to yourself a lot in the past two days, talking to the air, and your mental state is very worrying. Listen to me, don't put too much pressure on yourself, whether you can find Mona or not, you have done enough for her, after all, you have never owed her from beginning to end. β
"It was all because of an accident!"
Accidental?
Dean took a deep breath,
"Let's ask all the neighborhoods first, maybe someone else has noticed Mona's movements."
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This is not the Celestial Empire, during the time when Mona left Raymond's House, the flower shop and cake shop on the street have long been closed, and as for the 24-hour convenience store, half a month has passed, and the clerks can't remember an ordinary girl at all.
After asking most of the shops, the two went to a "Barca Disco" in the middle of the street, where the red brick walls were painted with bold words - dance, drink, se/x, and colorful graffiti to make a statement.
At the door, there were two strong bodyguards in suits, with big shoulders and round waists, weighing at least two hundred pounds, with black and white skin, like two door gods, they were checking the driver's license of a man in a sunglasses jacket, and behind the jacket man was a dozen people in fancy clothes.
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Dean looked up at the roller shutter door, where a "white box" with a lens was slightly reflective.
"Surveillance cameras... Mona had to pass through a ballroom to leave the street, and perhaps it had captured some clues. Di An'an thought about the electricity, "I have to find a way to see the surveillance video in the monitoring room." β
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"Excuse me, have you seen her?" When the black man entered the dance hall, Dean rubbed his cheeks and walked over slowly, with a serious expression and tried his best to disguise himself as mature, but his green face, which was 1.75 meters tall and did not have a beard, looked down on the 1.9 meter bodyguard, like an underage child.
"Sorry, I haven't seen it. Asian boy..."The black bodyguard just glanced at it, and shook his shiny head, "This is not where you should be, go home and do your homework!" β
He turned around and laughed with his bald companion,
There was also a burst of laughter from the crowd in line.
"Go home, kid, we can't explain when your mommy comes to the door."
Dean's face darkened, and he handed out two knives covertly.
"It's convenient... She's important to me..."
"You can't go in." The bodyguard rubbed his leather gloves and was indifferent, "Keep this money to buy candy for yourself!" β
Dean gritted his teeth and pulled out twenty knives.
This is already a huge amount of money that is difficult for normal people to refuse.
The light shone a little heartbeat on the faces of the bodyguards, but when they looked up at the surveillance, they still shook their heads and refused.
"I'm sorry, we don't want to lose this job, you can't give ten times as much."
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"Dean, don't be angry, they're just for work, in short, we definitely can't get in at our age."
Rust looked worriedly at a sulky Dean, who had rarely seen such a gloomy and oppressive expression on the other man's face, like a volcano about to erupt.
"I'm not angry! Wait, maybe there's another way in. β
Dean and Rust take Rust around the dark alleyways next to the ballroom, carefully searching for the "escape" back door that the legendary entertainment venue must have.
But all he found was a tightly closed green iron door that he couldn't push open.
The iron door was locked from the inside.
Dean sighed, driven mad by the feeling of meeting heads everywhere.
"Forget it, it's getting late. I'll drive you home, and look at the clues of the day and maybe you'll find something else..."Rust suggested earnestly,
Dean was unwilling to hold on to the iron gate, and his eyes wandered across the alleyway.
Dean walked over to take a closer look at a homeless man wrapped in dirty, yellow-haired sheets, and was sleeping quietly by the garbage bin.
His cheeks were red from the night wind, and he had only one eye intact under his thick beard, and the other with a black blindfold.
With a slight snoring, the homeless man's messy black stubble twitched rhythmically, and a miserable white smell of wine erupted from his mouth.
Di An's head moved,
Will this guy live near the ballroom all the time? Will he know something?
"Hey, wake up, man! Have you ever seen her, open your eyes and see, I swear, I won't let you help in vain! β
"Come on, didn't you notice he was drunk? You're wasting your efforts. β
Rust persuaded him a few times, and Dean had no choice but to accept the reality after shouting for a long time to no avail, but before leaving, he was stunned for a moment, and the ghost magically left five dollars for the homeless man.
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"When you came out of Raymond's House, you were very wrong... Impatient, dazed, absent. Why be in such a hurry? "This ballroom isn't going to disappear into thin air, and we can come back at any time when we think of a way." β
Because the sooner Mona is found, the more likely she is to survive.
Dean shook his head,
But I don't love her.
I shouldn't have been so gaffe for her.
It's all the guys in my body who are influencing me!
"Dean, didn't we say yes?" He suddenly looked up at the dark night of the stars and moon, and said to himself with a blank look in his eyes, "Don't interfere with my actions, don't affect my emotions, let me successfully fulfill your last wish?" β
"For the tenth time, again!" Seeing his companion talking to himself, Rust sighed when he saw this, and said unquestionably, "Get in the car!" I'll send you home. β
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Boom β
Paqui on the recliner in the courtyard took a sip of beer, looked at the Ford F-150 in the distance, and whistled loudly,
"Good car, it's a pity it's not cheap, your classmate's family is very rich?"
Dean was silent.
"So you didn't find anyone in the sewers?" Pakui asked,
Dean shook his head in disappointment.
"Let's talk about it, let my uncle give you a little guidance with my rich life experience!"
Dean looked at the other's sharply contoured face.
Is there any need to hide from this body's only relative in the world?
I told you all about the day.
"It turns out that your kid gave all the money to his girlfriend, two thousand dollars, and he is really willing to spend his money." Paqui covered his heart in pain, and squeezed his eyebrows to reveal an exaggerated expression, "Innocent, innocent big fool." Alas, that's how Lena was deceived by your dad in the first place. β
Dean's expression froze.
Paqui didn't continue to pursue the issue of money, he sat up straight, removed the joking look on his face, and habitually poked and rubbed the dreamcatcher tattoo on the back of his neck with his left hand.
"You and the little fellow named Rust were able to get to this point by sheer inference and a few confessions that I don't know if they were true or not, and you both had good luck and instincts, and had the potential to be private detectives. If you don't go to college after high school, you can consider getting a private investigator license. β
"So, we're going in the right direction?" Dean asked expectantly, "Do you think I should call the police?" β
"It's better to hire a private investigator than to find an LVPD. It is impossible for this group of rich white bodyguards to spend a lot of effort investigating a girl who has no father, no social connections, and lives in the sewers. Otherwise, the desert of Vegas and Lake Mead would not have buried so many nameless corpses. β
Paqui's tone was full of disdain for LVPD, obviously there was something unbearable about the past, he shook his head and continued to analyze,
"You've chosen a good target, and quiet neighborhoods away from the city center are the ones with a high incidence of crimes. And Balcadisco's dance halls, nightclubs, and bars are at the center of all crime, so think about the people who haunt them. β
"Drunkard, over-energetic young man," said Dean apprehensively.
"Don't forget the grass vendors and the ruffians." A strange flush appeared on Paqui's face, "Alcohol, loud music, boiling hormones, 'herbs'... Either of them can lead to a loss of control and a path to crime. β
"So, it's likely that your girlfriend Mona was being targeted when she was passing by the ballroom." Paqui calmly uttered cruel words,
"You're hypothetical!" Di An's head tightened, grabbed the armrest of the chair, and subconsciously retorted,
"What else do you have but to assume?" Pakui lit a Marlboro and took a sharp breath, and after a while, a hazy smoke erupted from his nose, making his cheeks blurry and change.
"At the moment, you can only find all the possible hypotheses, eliminate them one by one, and then find the most plausible one. It is the answer. β
Paqui exhaled a long breath and snuffed out most of the unfinished cigarette.
"The monitor in the dance hall is a clue, but don't get your hopes up, according to my experience as a bodyguard, the videotape of the current mainstream surveillance equipment is far from being kept for half a month, and a week is enough to choke."
Dean abruptly got up and turned to the wall clock in the hallβ11 o'clock
It's the busiest time for the ballroom.
He couldn't wait to run out of the yard.
"Come back, boy, I'm going to the north tomorrow, it's a lot of trouble this time, I'm going to be away for at least half a year, and I'll be out of town until next year. Have a good chat with me tonight, and you need a rest too. Paqui looked at his bloodshot nephew, "Tomorrow weekend, Balcadisco will be open during the day. β
"What's more, Mona has been missing for half a month, it's been too long, to be honest, according to my experience, one day earlier and one day later, there is no difference."
"Shut up, what's the difference?" Di An's head trembled and he gritted his teeth,
"The reality is so cruel, you don't want to admit it? Then convince me with your fists. β
Paqui hooked his finger at him defiantly.
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Dean looked at the 80/100 grappling progress in the system.
He bent his legs suddenly, parted to a position slightly wider than his shoulders, bowed his head slightly, stretched out his arms forward, his eyes looked coldly at the opposite side, his eyes were surging with anger, he needed to vent!
He rushed at the Indian man with his hands, pushing his hands into the recliner under the other's buttocks.
The power gap is too great.
If he can't grab Paqui's body, he will attack something else.
Yet the moment his hand touched the chair.
A large enthusiastic hand pressed between his chest and abdomen, and with a slight lift, his body involuntarily rose off the ground with this upward force.
At the same time, the other hand pressed on his lower back.
Both hands work at the same time.
Dean turned his body in an instant, his head and feet turned upside down, and the sky spun around.
Bang!
When he came back to his senses, he had fallen to the ground head-on, gnawing on a mouth full of mud, and his bones were soft as if they were about to fall apart.
Paqui stood two meters away, his hands folded around his chest, like a roving forest man standing up like a raging bear.
"Newcomers, don't make easy moves before you know your opponent, doing so is just exposing your weaknesses! How did I teach you yesterday, use it and show me! β
Dean rose to his feet in silence, keeping his feet low, carefully circling in a circle, approaching him, reaching out to tease the temptation.
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Paqui grabbed Dean's arm like lightning, and his huge body slammed backwards, and his back pressed against Dean's waist.
Hard!
Bang!
Dean was thrown out by an over-the-shoulder throw.
His back touched the ground, his cheeks twitched, and his competitive spirit surged in pain, and he gritted his teeth and immediately got up.
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Paqui sprinted at an astonishing speed, his massive body lightning down on Dean's underneath.
The latter stepped back with all his might, while leaning short, in a vain attempt to hold down his back.
You try to get rid of Paqui's diving grappling and gain +1 proficiency!
He was too slow and too weak, and a pair of big steel pincer-like hands grabbed his legs, holding him off the ground and losing his center of gravity.
At the same time, Paqui's shoulders pressed against his waist and abdomen, and the tremendous force carried him backwards, falling to the ground, his brain buzzing.
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Over and over!
Paqui is like a cold-blooded and ruthless wrestling machine, constantly causing Dean to fall, adding bruises and bruises to his body.
And Dean is like a training dummy, never silent and endures all the pain.
I don't know how long it took.
Flashing proficiency +1 suddenly!
Suddenly, a large number of records flashed in the system.
Combat lv0 (100/100) is upgraded.
Be!
Fighting Lv1 (0/200)
Level up.
Physique: 11β11.5
Power: 10β10.5
Sensitivity: 11β11.5
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A warm force exploded in the body, flowing through the whole body in an instant.
Dean, who was standing low, was full of excitement.
Muscle fibers wriggle under the skin, like thousands of sandworms wriggling, stretching the muscles, heating and itching.
In an instant, the muscles underneath the clothes bulged and the silhouette became more defined.
Sanda, wrestling, boxing... There was even a knack for using daggers and sticks ...
One after another, Dean's martial arts skills that he had rarely been exposed to before continued to flow into his mind.
Paqui seized the opportunity to leap and sprint to Dean's bottom plate again, intending to hold his legs and make another takedown to make him remember it for a long time!
But one arm came out halfway through, grabbing Paqui's right wrist and pulling him back.
He suddenly saw Dean with a lower center of gravity - the last one came first, his left hand holding his right hand, and his right hand closing his elbow, clamping his left wrist sooner or later.
Electric flint.
He lost his goal in front of his eyes.
Dean suddenly turned left and pressed against Paqui's back, pinning his left foot to the base of his foot, taking advantage of the momentumβ
Anger, fear, fear, all the pressure!
Bang!
The behemoth fell to the ground.
Paqui's eyes were dark, his face was buried in the grass, and he fell and ate!
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Call... Suck...
After Dean fell down Paqui, he immediately took it when he saw it, let go, and quickly stepped back to open the distance, otherwise he would not be able to suppress this giant beast at all.
"Boy, why did you suddenly get faster?"
Paqui rubbed his wrist in disbelief.
"It's only been two days of study, and you can actually fall me, do you have a talent for wrestling?"
"I've been knocked down by you a hundred and twenty-eight times, and I've only fallen you once, it's not enough!"
Dean with a blue nose and swollen face said angrily, and there was a hint of anger in his chest.
Martial arts took to the next level, and it was as if he had been trained professionally for four or five months in an instant, and the techniques he mastered were armed into his muscles and bones to form reflexes.
His moves became quicker, he began to pay attention to his foot movements, and with his instinctive dodge moves, he finally learned a simple 12 or 123 combo and was able to wrestle his wrist with Paqui in a small way.
But without saying a word, Paqui pounced on him and threw him to the ground.
"Come on, keep 'convincing' me! Don't look like a! β