"Cool, man, I knew you were fine!" Rust rushed over and gave Dean a hug, and a crowd surrounded him.

Dean pulled out the hunter's knife and cut the hemp rope from everyone's wrists.

"Are you doing magic?" There was a glint of adoration in Lang's eyes, and he said hesitantly, "I didn't see how you knocked them down, and even 007 didn't dare to act like that!" ”

"Except for Lake Mead, you saved me a second time, and if I hadn't met Baker first, I would definitely marry you and give you ten or eight children!" Jenny grinned and bared her white teeth, "Now I can only apologize and lower the standard of thanks." ”

As she spoke, the half-breed girl struck two bright red lip prints on Dean's face without consent.

Dean couldn't take her enthusiasm and wiped her lip marks and took a step back.

Baker looked at Dean with a smile, as if he didn't care about his girlfriend's arrogant behavior at all, "When will you teach me two tricks?" ”

"I'll talk about it next time." Dean's gaze swept over the excited faces, "Are everyone okay?" ”

"It was just in time, no one was hurt, but—" Britney wrapped her arms around Gretchen's neck from behind.

She squatted on the ground with her knees in despair, her eyes were red and seemed to have suffered a huge blow, feeling the concern of everyone, she touched the eye-catching slap mark on her face and shook her head,

"Don't worry, I'm fine, just rest for a while."

"What about Abby?" Ashley asked,

Dean shook his head, "I saw Abby running away in the forest. ”

"It's all to blame on these bastards!"

Ashley gritted her teeth and looked at the three captives sitting back to back in the corner of the wall with their mouths gagged, hands and feet tied, and recalled the humiliation and fear they had received before, and her delicate and cute little face was deformed with anger.

When he raised his leg, he kicked hard, and the others did the same, punching and kicking the hunter and scolding him.

"Son of a bitch!"

"To hell!"

"Die, pervert!"

……

After everyone ravaged and vented their anger, the three hunters breathed weakly, and they didn't know how many breaths they had left.

Dean asked again,

"Guys, what to do with them next?"

"Call the police?" Lang proposed,

Baker shook his head decisively, "You want to go to the police station for a conversation salon?" Let my parents scold me so much, and then the rest of the summer vacation will be confined, and I can't go anywhere, so that this trip will also be in vain? ”

They were all a group of high school students, and they all subconsciously shook their heads when they heard Baker's description.

Dean interjected at the right time,

"Ladies and gentlemen, I actually happen to know a California state police officer who usually patrols the surrounding highways, and I thought I could contact him to torture these three guys first."

"They dare to kidnap nine of us, they are 100% repeat offenders, they must be burdened with a large number of criminal records, and they may be wanted for the police to arrest us and go to prison for at least seven or eight years."

"How do you know the state sheriff?" Lang rubbed his belly and looked at him with a slightly blank look,

"Forget everyone, I'm the one who has received the award from the mayor of Las Vegas and the director of LVPD, and it's strange to know a police officer?"

"Then do we need to testify and take a transcript?"

"Not at the moment. All three guys were not lightly injured and were first taken to the hospital for treatment and underwent a background check. Dean looked down at the three of them with blue noses and swollen faces, "So this won't affect our next arrangements." ”

Everyone nodded and acquiesced to Dean's proposal, who immediately made arrangements,

"Rust, help me drag these three guys to reunite with their fourth, and the others will look for Abby, and when they do—"

"Continue to the top of the mountain, or do you want to go back?" Baker asked,

"Go back, I'm sleepy!" Jenny hugged her shoulders and shivered, frightened all night, and the cold wind blew, her cheeks were red from the cold, "It's too late now, and I can't see the sunrise when I climb up." ”

"Then you go back to the gas station and rest," Rust didn't want his girlfriend's birthday celebration to be abandoned halfway, "and when he recovers, continue west to Santa Monica Beach, where we'll need a seafood feast to beat the freak." ”

"Can't let these bastards ruin the perfect summer vacation!"

They were scared enough by the events of last night, but apart from Gretchen and Lang, who had suffered a minor skin wound, no one else was left with a single hair.

I have to say that after experiencing a more bloody baptism of the Lake Mead incident, everyone's ability to bear pressure has been greatly improved, especially when they see Dean's calm expression and recall the picture of him subduing the criminals neatly, they are full of security.

"Dean, Rust, we'll meet at the gas station."

……

Dean and Rust deliberately dragged for a long time, and it took three hours to drag the unconscious hunter to the dark crack in the ground from before.

Rust didn't say a word the whole time, but his face was extremely complicated, and he sighed from time to time.

Dean looked over,

"Man..."

"Don't worry! I know that these guys are more harmful than Bob Lowe, and they must not be kept to do evil, and they must be punished. Rust's face tightened tiredly, he waved his fist as if he were self-persuading, and looked at Dean with bright eyes and tacit understanding, "Well, you've handed them over to the police... I'll go back to the gas station first. ”

Dean patted Rust on the shoulder with relief and watched him off quietly.

"Get down to business."

He scoured the three hunters from the inside out, and harvested five hundred knives and a bunch of car keys.

Then a bottle of cold water doused the man with the scar on his face and asked bluntly,

"Where is your car parked? What is the license plate number? ”

"Fako, bastard, let me go, what do you want to do?"

Bang!

Gunshots.

The muzzle of the AR15 smoked, and the fat man Owen, who was in a deep coma next to Scarface, had a bloody hole in his forehead, and his neck was crooked and he lost his breath.

You use AR15 and inflict fatal injuries on Owen.

target death,

Mastery +10, Shooting Lv1 (40/200)

Event progress (50/100)

Another person died.

The slab in Dean's arms unsurprisingly heated up again for a second.

…

"I asked one last time, where is the car parked? What is the license plate number? ”

Dean turned his gun to Scarface, a earthy face with quivering lips.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll say it!"

Scarface poured the beans and gave the answer, and Dean went through it in his mind, confirming that it was consistent with what Yarman had originally said.

Bang!

Bang!

Two gunshots.

He mercilessly sent off the remaining Scarface and the unconscious Tom, wiping the blood from his hands.

A hint flashed in front of my eyes:

Proficiency +8

Proficiency +9

Shot Lv 1 (57/200)

Event progress is 100/100, and you can withdraw rewards at any time.

Withdraw your rewards!

+40 experience,

Individual Level Lv1 (180/200)→ Lv2 (20/300)

You gain 1 attribute point.

The system has the ability of God Perspective Lv0 → Lv1, and the observation range is 5 meters → 10 meters.

……

Dean frowned as he felt the continuous heat of the board,

"How is the second upgrade reward worse than the first because there is no first reward?"

"However, the observation range of God's perspective can be doubled by leveling 1, and the potential of this skill is higher than I imagined."

Dean pondered the distribution of attribute points again.

If he continued to add spiritual reinforcement "shadow", the imbalance between spirit and will increase, and he was worried that he would lose sleep again.

And the will attribute can be exercised with balance meditation, and the gain on combat power is not large, and it is not cost-effective to consume attribute points to increase.

"I'll have to think about it."

Dean's attention returned to him, and he pushed the three of them and their belongings, including a few shotguns, into the bottomless crack of the abyss.

Then he inspected the scene and turned to leave the forest.

Dean trekked for three hours, entering a rest area on the side of the highway in the scorching sun.

The upgraded version of God's View looked around to confirm that there were no surveillance cameras and no one else was paying attention.

He walked into the parking lot and opened a camouflage jeep with the key he had just obtained, entered the car and searched for it, and was pleasantly surprised to find more than 2,000 dollars in cash from the locker.

"Well, with the previous $500, my deposit swelled to $4,300."

"Sure enough, killing people and setting fires is the most profitable."

Dean started the jeep and drove off the road, half an hour later into a deserted wilderness, under a huge tortoiseshell rock.

Open the car fuel tank, pour oil along the mouth of the fuel tank, and the lighter ignites.

The flames burned along the gasoline, and Dean narrowed his eyes in the red flames, and a trace of fatigue after two days of sleeplessness, more than a dozen hours of long travel, and a trace of fatigue after a fierce battle.

Death was already a very severe punishment, but the Sleeplesser's puppet also bound the souls of the four hunters.

That is to say - they cannot be liberated even after death.

Thinking like this, a trace of trance and emotion passed over Dean's face.

Just over two months ago, he was just a harmless college student who had never killed a chicken.

But now he has unwittingly become a butcher who kills people without blinking an eye and destroys corpses.

Eleven human lives in his hands, one life of a supernatural being.

"Am I more organized now, or am I more crazy?"

"it! Damn these people, I didn't break my principles! ”

Dean smiled and went back, examining the images of the past two days through the "recording" function of God's perspective to confirm that there were no too obvious traces.

……

When he returned to the gas station, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and by the block-colored Mercury station wagon, a group of people who had been refreshed after a good night's sleep were discussing the experience excitedly.

"Lang, you were really handsome the moment you came out for Ashley, although it didn't work, but I respect you as a warrior!"

Rust gives a thumbs up,

Ron blushes and enjoys his girlfriend's sweet stickers.

"Beck, you lost the drink can when you lost it, so you can't lose it accurately? Not only did he miss the target, but he also sent himself hostage, what a pig teammate! ”

Russ stepped on it,

"Shut up, no matter how much I make a mistake, I'm better than you coward who hides behind and calls Mom!"

"Who's calling Mom? And do you understand, I'm on strategic defense. ”

"Stop arguing, our hero is back!"

A crowd of people gathered around, their eyes flashing with gratitude and adoration,

"Is it all done, Dean?"

"That's it, those guys have been taken by the police to a 'big hospital' for treatment, you don't have to worry about it anymore." Dean glanced at everyone with a tired smile, and his tone was solemn, "But I heard that their identities are a little sensitive, and everyone doesn't want to be questioned by the FBI, so they forget about them all, and they can't even tell their families." ”

The group of high school students looked surprised and nodded.

"Very well, what about Abby and Gretchen?" Dean said and changed the subject,

And the faces of the people became strange,

"The two sisters seem to have a little misunderstanding."

……

There was a sobbing sound from Broncorry.

"I'm a bastard, an immoral bitch, a coward, but believe me, I didn't mean to leave you, I was terrified, my hands and feet didn't listen, it was like a devil was forcing me to run to the woods over there."

"I was wrong, Gretchen, you are my best friend, sister of more than ten years, I can't lose you, forgive me, woo... Forgive me. ”

"You're right, I always thought we were the best sisters, closer than our own children, but so many years of friendship can't make you muster up the courage, squat down, pick up that gun, and pull me?"

Gretchen's angry and disappointed voice echoed in the carriage, and his face was as cold as ice,

"You left me alone to face a terrible demon, you abandoned our friendship."

"I can't convince myself to forgive you, you know what, we're finished, Abby, from today onwards, we're no longer sisters, no more..."

The sobbing sound was louder.

Gretchen turned his head with red eyes and saw Dean not far from the car.

"Abby, go find Rust, or go to Baker, leave the space for me, and I'm going to talk to Dean about something."

"Woo, Gretchen."

"Wipe away your tears, from now on, no one will hear you cry anymore, leave."

Abby wailed and rushed to his companion next to Ford.

"Sorry for letting you see the joke." Gretchen wiped the corners of his red eyes and smiled reluctantly at Dean who was sitting in the main car,

Dean took the tissue from the locker and handed it over.

He almost understood the cause and effect-

Gretchen was tragically abandoned by his good sister, and just now broke off his friendship.

He couldn't stand on the moral high ground to criticize this brave girl and ask her to forgive her good sister.

"Cry, cry and feel better," Dean looked at the girl with the slap mark on her face, "Forget about it all after crying, and start a new journey tomorrow to enjoy life in Santa Monica." ”

"Thanks, I'm much more comfortable listening to you," Gretchen burst into tears and laughed, "So Mr. Dean, can you give me a few words of praise and postpone your sleep time a little?" ”

"No one can refuse the request of a big beautiful woman."

Gretchen brushed her hair, and although she was beaten up by Owen, she was in good physical condition and was fine after a good night's sleep.

"How the hell did you manage to face three hunters with guns empty-handed without getting hurt?" She tugged at the braid on her shoulder and turned to Dean curiously, her light blue eyes still thrillingly beautiful, but the red and swollen slap marks on her face were a big surprise.

"And as far as I know, most ordinary people, even those who have been trained in professional martial arts, won't hit the vital point as soon as you make a shot, that's too ruthless, and it's easy to hit big problems."

"I've deeply reflected on it since Lake Mead last time, Murray is not safe, and I'm more unlucky, I always encounter all kinds of emergencies, in order to protect myself," Dean looked at the sunset outside the window and explained vaguely, "I did a lot of targeted training, and those bastards took it lightly and didn't protect the vital points, and gave me a chance to sneak attack, so hey..."

Gretchen flicked his braids,

"Don't be modest, you're better than most of the LVPD police officers, and my dad's big fat man may not be able to make a few moves under you."

"How can it be so exaggerated? I'm just a little quicker. ”

"What kind of special training did you receive?"

"You can think of it as an unlimited (open-plug) style of fighting, focusing on strength, speed, reflexes, counter-joints, hitting the vital points of the human body...", a lean middle-aged man with a screaming groan, jerking keys and pencils like a convulsion, and his fighting style was very inspiring.

Combined with LV1's all-round fighting techniques, which are rough in all fields, they were unexpectedly practical for the first time last night.

"Well, self-taught Master Dean, when will you give me a few tricks?"

"Anytime."

The atmosphere inside the car became harmonious.

Gretchen nodded, pursed his lips and looked at his face as if he wanted to say something,

"Tell me what's wrong."

"I don't know what to say."

Gretto looked out of the front window, his long hair brushing his red and swollen side face, his voice filled with deep frustration,

"My dad praised me for being a police officer by nature, but yesterday I didn't play a role in the real danger, I was a complete joke."

Was this hit by me?

Di An'an said sorry with his head and comforted him,

"Ahem... Think Baker, Ashley... Other guys, your performance last night was already very good, more than 90 percent, don't believe me, tell me the whole process, I'll help you analyze it. ”

…

The sun sets in the west.

A warm and friendly exchange began in Blanco.