Dean left Holden's house and rode home on his motorcycle, intending to get ready to go to the estate in North Las Vegas to meet Grew Stone.

As a result, when he returned to the door of his house and parked the car, he habitually turned on God's perspective to check the situation in the house, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and a strange feeling arose.

Have a "guest"?

Dean instinctively summoned the Ghost Armor to protect his surroundings and cautiously walked to the door.

God's perspective of 360 degrees scans the kitchen, dark corners, behind the sofa, and in the corridor on the second floor.

Immediately raised an eyebrow.

Two black figures wearing black trench coats with hoods covering their faces were sneakily hiding on either side of the corridor on the second floor, holding some small object in both hands, but they couldn't see clearly from too far away.

He opened the door as if nothing had happened, entered the living room, twisted his wrist again, and locked the door with a click.

For... For... Wow

Dean hummed a little song in his mouth and walked down the stairs to the second floor with a relaxed expression.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The old wooden staircase creaked like a coffin board.

God's perspective finally saw the equipment in the hands of the two men, a pistol with a silencer in his left hand, and a slender transparent syringe with a little liquid in his right hand.

Dean continued on quietly, like an idiot with his eyes closed and ramming his gun into it.

The black image near the outer wall bowed slightly like a cat, slowly approaching the person who was about to go upstairs.

He moved his right elbow, lifted the hand holding the syringe, pointed the needle forward, and with a single stroke, he could insert the needle into the target's body.

But the two had no idea what kind of enemy they were facing.

Invisible shadows fly.

A cold wind swept through the hallway, brushing the faces of the two men.

It was as cold as the hands of the dead, so cold that the two of them couldn't help but shiver, and goosebumps broke out all over their bodies.

Burst!

Next second!

The man's wrist on the inside shook uncontrollably, and the telekinesis deflected the glistening needle in his palm, aiming it at his own chin.

A poke, a press.

The liquid in the tube was instantly injected into the attacker's body, and the bottom was seen.

"Fako!"

Two exclamations followed, and at the moment when they were frightened, Dean suddenly took a stride and rushed up the stairs—

Lv2 Combat is initiated.

The lore skills that have been honed thousands of times on weekdays appear at this time, as if they were conditioned reflexes.

Turn around and lift your legs!

The tip of his left foot was straight, like a sharp dagger, and with a short, sharp sound of breaking through the air, he kicked under the crotch of the black shadow that was close at hand.

As soon as the black shadow pulled out the empty needle on his chin, he didn't have time to react, and with a "poof", he was kicked to the point by Dean's unreserved force.

The crotch of his pants exploded in a blood-red color.

In the severe pain, the man curled up, his eyes under the hood rolled all at once, and large vicious blood vessels drilled out of his neck.

The body's self-protection mechanism made him lose consciousness in an instant.

The silenced pistol slipped in his hand.

And the man fell on his own.

But Dean crossed his hands and pushed, using the half-unconscious man as a shield and pushing towards his companion behind him.

The companion hurriedly stepped back, raised Kruger's trigger and tried to shoot Dean who was hiding behind.

But the trigger seemed to be stuck by something, and he didn't pull it twice in a row.

He couldn't fight back anymore, and was carried by the meat shield and staggered backwards a few steps and slammed into the wall, which hit his spine.

He snorted, his face pale.

Bang!

Dean threw an uppercut from behind the shoulder, breaking the bridge of his nose and tilting it to the side, blood splitting in two red streaks.

A strong sourness poured into the brain, and the weapon in the man's hand fell to the ground.

But that's not the end of it!

The meat shield slips, revealing a gap.

Flutter!

Tong!

Dean hit two in a flash.

The horizontal palm slashed into his trachea, and as he clutched his throat and screamed silently, he flew up and struck his crotch with a knee.

Mastery +1, Combat lv2 (88/300)

The man who had lost his legs went limp, knelt forward and fell into a pile with his companion, and then was pricked in the neck.

The battle lasted less than five seconds and ended.

The anesthetic takes effect, and the two people trapped by the shadow gradually fall into a coma.

Dean put away the two muffler pistols on the ground, searched the attackers, found a bunch of keys, and removed the hoods from the two men—two bushy horse faces, deep eyes, hooked noses, and almost thirty years old.

Even if he fell into a coma, the corners of his mouth twitched in pain.

……

"Playing with me, even the anesthetic needle is used?"

Dean rolled his eyes, and the fierce fight in the house ended instantly, and the sound was muffled by the "shadow", which did not alarm the surrounding neighbors at all.

What's next? Alarm?

In the past, he might consider calling the police, after all, LVPD has many acquaintances, so he will naturally help him deal with these two killers.

But after Gru Stone's acquittal, his trust in the LVPD plummeted.

"I'll fix it myself, but I can't make the house dirty."

He retracted his eyes with naked killing intent, quickly cleaned up the shallow blood stains on the ground, and found ropes to tie the two to the car.

……

Driving to the wilderness, Dean took off one of his coats and threw them into the barren sand.

He took out a silencer pistol and aimed it at the forehead.

"Woooo

Mastery +5*2, Shooting Lv1 (200/200)

Do you want to upgrade?

Be!

Shoot Lv1→ Lv2 (0/300)

Sensitivity: 12.7→13.2

Perception: 10.8→11.8

……

Burning, intense itching.

The ligaments, tendons, tendons, and nerves, especially near the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, are like ants crawling, pulling, tearing, biting, and repairing again.

But after a blink of an eye, the anomaly disappeared.

Dean felt the practical knowledge of the large number of sniper rifles that kept pouring in his mind, and when he opened his eyes, the bright light of the stars in his eyes flashed away.

With a little improvement in perception, his perception has approached the limit of a normal person 12, and the world has immediately become different.

The dark night quietly added a touch of color, and the visibility increased significantly, and every thorn on the cactus ten meters away could be seen clearly.

The cheeks, the backs of the hands, and the skin can clearly feel the direction of the night breeze and the direction of the air flow.

The smell of blood between the nose, the fragrance of grass and the smell of earth, is even stronger.

……

There are also some indescribable changes, which come from intuition.

……

He twisted his wrists and ankles, moved his limbs, felt his flexible body, and showed an expression of enjoyment.

Previously, when he was agile with 12.7 and 11.4 strength, his 100-meter test was 10 seconds.

Now with a sensitivity of 13.2, he is confident to run 9.8 seconds and win the Olympic 100m Flyer World Championship.

……

Suppress the excitement.

Dean took out the board, feeling the two new spirits in it, and the corners of his mouth curled.

The tortured living may be fooled by lies, but the dead cannot lie.

The old routine, the alcohol doomed, a fire that ignited the corpse.

Driving back, but Dean didn't come home, and he wasn't sure if more killers would come to his door, so he rented a room in an unmonitored hotel in the city, took out the board and the divination board, and set it up a little.

A translucent hazy soul appeared in front of him,

Dean gently turned the board with his left hand and began to interrogate,

"Name..."

Zizi—

The board turned, and on the ouija board was pieced together—

"Tadio Keaton."

"Age?"

“35。”

"Occupation?"

"Killers for hire."

"Why did you attack me?"

"Accept private commissions."

"Whose commission? How much was paid. ”

"Gru Stone, twenty thousand dollars."

"Stone Real Estate's son?"

“YES。”

Dean's pupils shrank.

This bastard is actually faster than himself!

But 20,000 dollars bought his own life, and human life is so worthless in this era?

"Did I stab a hornet's nest? Rich second generation, big businessmen, politicians? ”

"I didn't plan to clean you up openly, but I want to play with me..."A chilling cold light appeared in Dean's eyes. I can only accompany me to the end. ”

He turned back to the grim-faced ghost,

"Why did Gru Stone let you anesthetize me instead of killing me? What did he want to do with me? ”

"I don't know."

"Where were you going to send me?"

"Old Town Vegas, 121 Palm Ave.

The destination was not the Stone family's estate.

Dean made a note of the address.

"When will it be delivered?"

"Before dawn at six o'clock this morning, otherwise the commission will be void."

Dean glanced at the wall clock, it was three o'clock in the morning, and there was plenty of time.

"There's no code, connector."

"Knock on the door three times, stop for one second, knock three more times, the 'goods' are put out of the door, and the person leaves."

"Well, I'm a 'human punching bag' worth 20,000 dollars?" Dean smiled sarcastically, this is preparing to tie people up, beat and torture them, in order to avenge the mall?

Dean smiled, suddenly realizing a problem.

"Before me, did you help Stone kidnap someone?"

“YES。”

"What are the people, names, ages, addresses, and time of abduction, all of them."

"Mark Emsey... 38 years old, 26 Red Maple Avenue... January 15, 1980, one o'clock in the morning. ”

The soul pushed the board to piece together a large paragraph of information, and the brain alone could no longer remember, Dean took out a pen and paper and recorded it all.

10 shocking names.

Men and women, young and old, by age and name, come from remote suburbs, as well as towns outside of Las Vegas, and even across state lines.

All of them were tied up this year, evenly distributed from January to October.

Almost one tied up every month.

Dean himself is the meat ticket for November.

"The rich man is really superior, and he hired someone to kidnap so many innocent people, but there is no." The mockery in Dean's eyes was even stronger, "A big fish is in the heart of Las Vegas, and LVPD is committing a crime under the nose of LVPD, but no one notices." ”

However, it may also be that Gru has done something hidden and spent money to cover it up.

If he hadn't happened to tie up Dean, it was clear that this silent evil would have continued.

"Did you help Gru dispose of the body?" Dean then asked,

“NO。”

Dean rubbed his temples,

"Could it be that this noble son disposed of the corpse himself? You don't put people back. ”

There are many residents on Palm Street, and it is not easy to dispose of 10 corpses without revealing any horses' feet.

"Or maybe he hired another professional to dispose of the body."

As soon as he thought of this, Di An's head suddenly had a wonderful intuition.

Gru Stone's spate of kidnappings isn't just about torturing, having fun, or selling.

Besides, if he can pay someone to do it, why would he take a huge risk while at Macy's and kidnap Tim Cambetch himself, it's too uncool.

All kinds of doubts piled up in my heart.

A bright red prompt flashed through the system.

Trigger a new event – purpose

The youngest son of the Stone family hired someone to commit a number of kidnappings, and he demanded "live mouth" and "home delivery", and the kidnappings were strikingly regular, almost every month apart, and the victims were all over the ages, both men and women.

And he unexpectedly took a shot at Tim himself.

All kinds of signs make you feel a little strange.

Now, use your abilities to find out the truth – what is the real purpose of Gru Stone's frequent series of kidnappings?

Event difficulty: Easy

Progress (0/100)

Duration: 24 hours

Bonus: 30 experience

Punishment: None...

……

Dean's eyes lit up, and sure enough, there was a second incident hidden!

He turned to the ghost, whose expression was glazed, and his gaze was cold,

"It's almost over, give you a ride!"

Dean turned his sword into a sword and poked forward.

Tadio Keaton's soul was shattered.

Dean summoned another spirit, re-questioned it, confirmed that the two answers were the same, and sent it away.

"You destroyed a Ghost with a Blade*2, Mastery +1*2, Combat Lv2 (90/300)

……

Two cold lights lit up in the dark room.

Dean pulled the sleeve, loaded the bullet, and glanced at the mimic skill, there were still a few days left before the cooldown was over.

But he couldn't wait.

"Old accounts have not been eliminated, and new accounts have been added."

"Gru sent someone to kidnap me with a tranquilizer gun this time, and next time he might hit me with a sniper rifle, then I will definitely die."

"We have to act now to solve the problem once and for all."

"121 Palm Ave.

"I'll be a little aggrieved and deliver it to your door in person and give you a big surprise."

(End of chapter)