During the three-day tour of Lake Tahoe, the two experienced skiing, hiking, surfing, cable car viewing, and naked fish restaurant cuisine.

The total cost is only a few hundred dollars.

In the past three days, Dean has become familiar with the fantasy space like an arm, accustomed to a two-second delay, and can access items without noticing.

In addition, he used God's perspective and M1900 to hunt several capuchin rabbits and an adult wild boar in the mountains, and experimented with tracking missiles to lock on to a target at a time, lasting up to 24 hours, within a range of 100 miles.

The effect is very powerful.

It's just that the sound and recoil of the firearm are smaller than Dean expected, so that every time he pulls the trigger, he has the illusion of holding a toy water gun.

But this toy kills like mowing grass.

"When will you come back again? Just the two of us, no one else. In the car going down the mountain, Gretchen interrupted his reverie and smiled at the photo of Dean stepping on skis and sinking into the snow and asked,

"Later, you graduate from the police academy."

"Then we're done!"

……

Reno's trip ended perfectly, but before leaving, Dean went to Marko's pet clinic and exchanged pleasantries with the old man in the white coat at the door.

Soon, there was a rapid howl from the clinic, and a chubby rottweiler pounced.

It looks like it is less than three months old, and its coat is dark and shiny, but the hair around the mouth and the front of the chest and the four paws are yellow, which is commonly known as iron-clad gold.

There were also two distinct yellow spots at the apex of its two eyebrows, which looked like two more eyes, and all four eyes were staring at Dean warily at the same time.

"It's not big, it's not small," Dean made a soccer kick at it, and Rottweiler leaned back in an instant, letting out a low growl.

Lu Ben, who was dressed in a light blue hospital gown, hurriedly walked over and picked up the dog, at this time, compared with the skinny and dirty appearance a few days ago, his face was more healthy and bloody, and his cheekbones were also hung with some flesh, and they were no longer seriously protruding like a skeleton.

"Naru, Dean is my savior, and you must not murder him, understand?"

Rottweiler snorted, and hung his head obediently as if he understood his master's command.

"Being so young is human, much smarter than my coco." Gretchen's blue eyes are shining,

"Of course, Naru is one of my best breeds, do you want to touch it?"

Lu Ben asked the woman to take Naru into the clinic to sit down, and he called Dean to walk along a tree-lined path next to him.

"I've started keeping a diary with my ancestral pen, not only to record the effects of my own training, but also Naru's daily growth, slowly transforming it into the world's greatest guard dog, a cosmic divine dog."

"It's only been two days, and Naru can already feel the danger around him to a certain extent... Well... It tells me that your breath is terrifying, so it and its companions are afraid of you. ”

Dean smiled casually, "Maybe it's because I've experienced a lot of mysterious events and I'm contaminated with some bad breaths." ”

"Really? By the way, I have a question I would like to ask you, I feel very tired after writing a diary of hundreds of words with my ancestral pen, more tired than I used to stay up all night to write. It's as if something in the body has entered the draft through the medium of a pen. ”

Dean groaned for a moment,

"This is a good thing, it proves that the pen can speed up your mental power to infuse the written text, and your writing will be more efficient."

Lu Ben nodded, and thought of the picture of his serious injury that night when his intestines were rotten and his stomach was healed instantly.

"Drain mental energy... So there are also superpowers that consume physical energy, such as your serious injuries to heal themselves? ”

Dean straightened his face when he heard this, and a majesty and evil aura between his eyebrows made Lu Ben tremble,

"Don't ask about any superpowers of the same kind, it's taboo. Even if you guess it, don't make a noise. ”

"OK, I remember, any other suggestions?"

Dean put his hands behind his back, imitating Taim's demeanor and science,

"Some institutions are looking for superpowers like us, and they want to arrest us and make us specimens in the laboratory, so we must not divulge our information to anyone."

"Neither can other superpowers?"

"What do you think? Not all of your kind are willing to communicate peacefully and amicably with you like me, and there are many bloodthirsty and crazy and perverted people who will kill you as a rookie when they meet. ”

……

"You have to set a principle and bottom line for yourself, you can't completely ignore morality, law, and conscience, and use superpowers to satisfy your own desires without any scruples, otherwise you will fall into crazy loss and self-destruction without waiting for the convergence law to occur."

"The breathing and movements in your ancestral calf paper booklet are effective in maintaining your sanity, and you must stick to it every day."

Luben is twice as old as Dean, but at the moment, he keeps nodding like an honest student, and his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

"Man, let's be honest, we just met, why are you willing to give me so much valuable advice?"

"When I first awakened my abilities, I was also ignorant and left flaws everywhere like a fool, but fortunately I met a guy with a good character and got on the right track. I can get a chance, and so can you. ”

Dean looked at Luben's withered face, this guy said that the ugly thing is that he is stubborn and simple, and he is an idealist.

But from another point of view, there is no city government, help him once now, maybe Dean can borrow his power at some time in the future, and today is even a low-cost investment.

"Can I train with you in the future?" Luben asked expectantly,

"No, I can't. The more the supernatural gathers, the more dangerous it becomes... I don't even know if that dog is another supernatural creature after being modified by you, but you have to be careful. ”

"If you encounter trouble that can't be solved, contact Tribeca and tell me... I'll charge to help if I can, but if it's beyond my means, I can only say I'm sorry. ”

"Anyway, I'll remember your help."

The two chatted about the precautions of superpowers for a morning,

After a hearty lunch, Dean and Gretchen bid farewell to Marco and their sons and returned to Las Vegas.

Arrive home in the evening.

Rust was facing the fighting dummy Maniac K in the yard, and when he saw this, he wiped his sweat and shook his hand and punched Dean,

"Is Reno fun?"

"It's very nice, especially with my girlfriend."

Rust's face stiffened when he heard this,

"Britney hasn't forgiven you yet?" Gretchen saw what was on his mind,

"Don't talk to me, keep avoiding me." Rust Decadence Road,

Dean punched him in the shoulder,

"There is an old saying in our hometown, why should a real man worry about not finding a wife, when you graduate and work, with your handsome face, beautiful women will naturally pounce on you."

"You're such a friend?" Gretchen glared at Dean and turned to Rust again, "Don't be discouraged, there will soon be a godsend, take advantage of it, and you and Britney will be 100% reconciled." ”

Both men pricked up their ears.

"Nevada State High School is going to have a prom for our group of 12th graders in June, and it's customary for all graduates to invite their dance partners in advance."

Gretchen's eyes flashed with longing,

"Rust, as long as you invite Britney... You'll have to spend a lot of time cultivating a tacit understanding, shopping for dresses, practicing dancing, and repairing relationships 100% of the time. ”

Rust's eyes lit up like light bulbs,

"Britney has no better male friends other than me, and I'm the most suitable dance partner!"

……

After making the preliminary planning for the prom.

Dean's life returned to normalcy.

He trained honestly and kept a low profile, studied the information registered by private investigators, became familiar with the routine use of the M1900, talked to Marco and his son on the phone from time to time to learn about the situation, discussed the deeds of the Van Hersin family with Tribeca, and registered in the supernatural encyclopedia.

In addition, the Lykeville barrister's office was not commissioned, and Dean was also worried that the new FBI agents would see the flaws, so he no longer went to LVPD and did not "hunt" in Las Vegas.

A four-day simulacrum night.

Dean turned into a vigilante in black leather pants and sunglasses, driving a motorcycle through a remote and uninhabited alley in a town outside the city.

Late that night.

Henderson District.

Dressed in a black leather jacket and with a strange thug face, Dean drove his motorcycle past the two-story building of an Asian neighborhood, and swept the house from God's perspective.

Dean suddenly pressed the right handle to brake the motorcycle, got out of the car and ran a few steps, leaned on the wooden guardrail, and stepped nimbly into the yard.

The right hand with the black gloves grabbed in the void, and a retro-vibe, bright silver pistol appeared in the palm of his hand.

Click.

Close the fuse and pull the sleeve.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the closed door of the small western-style building.

Pull the trigger lightly.

Woo – like a cricket in the grass.

.

44 Magnum penetrates the wooden door.

There was a pop in the sawdust splash.

The floor shook as something heavy fell to the ground.

Mastery +3, Shooting Lv3 (40/400).

Dean kicked the door open.

A bald black man weighing at least two hundred pounds and with a hideous face collapsed in a pool of blood behind the door, a large bloody hole in the center of his forehead, like a big fat pig being bled out.

"Fako, someone's shooting, Jesseini is finished!"

"Cop?"

"No matter, give him a ride!"

There was a panicked shouting and thumping sound from the second floor, and Dean walked straight to the center of the living room on the first floor, raising the muzzle of his gun and pointing it at the ceiling.

Bang bang three shots in a row.

A large hole was made in the wooden floor, and red blood dripped down the hole from the second floor to the first floor.

In the corridor on the second floor behind the hole, a black man with a bullet in the back was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching like a suffocating fish.

Mastery +3, Shooting Lv3 (43/400)

Dean swept the second floor with his finger on the trigger and walked up the stairs.

In the hallway, a third skinny, skinny, pus-addicted-looking black man turned his gun on the hostage—a young Asian woman who had passed out in a coma with a slap on her face and a slap mark on her face tied to a chair with five flowers tied to her chair, duct tape tied to her mouth, and her clothes were disheveled.

"Mom Farke, you're not a policeman, who are you?"

The black man saw that Dean was dressed in a black and cool outfit, and the whole person was instantly bad, how could a psychotic suddenly run out of a big night and destroy their fortune?

Dean was silent, and God caught a glimpse of an Asian man lying in a pool of blood in the bedroom behind the black man, his face under his sunglasses was as cold as steel, and he suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun.

A faint whistling sound.

Screaming!

The black man's index finger that pulled the trigger was stuck by an invisible force, and the tissue in his chest was ejected into a striking bloody hole.

He fell backwards and lost his breath, his eyes wide at Brass Bell, dead in pain.

"Mastery +2, Shooting Lv3 (45/400)."

……

After the three killings, Dean glanced at the unconscious woman tied to the chair and took out the slab in his arms.

The mind moved.

A breeze blows.

The translucent soul of the black thug who had just died flew out of the board and landed in front of Dean, instantly frozen by the shadow of the past.

Dean picked up the board and looked through the glass.

Psychic power converges into M1900, raising the muzzle of the gun and aiming it at the ghost.

Bullet!

biu！

The bullet with a faint blue glow burrowed into the ghost's body and was stuck in it.

It was as if a pebble had been thrown into the calm surface of the lake, and in an instant, a circle of blue light ripples rippled around the bullet, quickly washing over the ghost's body.

The black ghost's originally dull puppet-like face suddenly tensed in horror, his hands hanging at his sides, his big black mouth open angrily, and two eyeballs protruding from his sockets.

I just couldn't make any sound.

Despair and anguish turn to a black mist.

But in just a second.

The mental power attached to the warhead was exhausted, and it could no longer cling to the ghost's body, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The ghost's body became more transparent and pale than before, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Dean raised his gun.

biu！

Second shot.

Cyanglas, ripples.

The ghost was completely shattered by the circles of spiritual power ripples, and collapsed into pieces and scattered into the void.

You have killed a ghost, gain +1 proficiency, and shoot at lv3 (46/400).

Two shots.

Dean's eyes flashed with thought under his sunglasses.

The ghost can be eliminated with a single stroke, and the spirit bullet needs two shots to overtake the head.

The efficiency of the spirit bullet is inferior to that of the board, but it has a longer attack range than the board, has a greater degree of freedom, and has a very low cost.

With Dean's physical fitness and mental strength, he can withstand even a hundred shots in a short time.

……

"In the future, if you encounter a ghost huddle, then let the shadow of the past manipulate the board, I personally use the M1900, both pronged."

……

After continuing to eliminate the two remaining ghosts, Dean untied the poor woman who had lost her husband and woke her up with a glass of cold water.

Leave a grim back and leave on a motorcycle!

……

From March to early June, Dean spent his time training and mimicry killing, and celebrated his nineteenth birthday with his friends.

This unprecedented calm and calm did not trigger any events, so calm that Dean was a little unaccustomed to it, and there was a faint sense of unease.

But his strength is steady and improving.

Dean Lew

Character Level: 4 (30/500)

Age: 18→19

Physique: 15.6→16.1

Power: 12.5→13.1

Sensitivity: 13.7→14.3

Perception: 12.9→13.1

Spirit: 16→16.1

Will: 13.4→13.5

Ability: 6/6

Fighting Lv3 (5/400)

Shot Lv3 (46→100/400)

Shadow of the Past Lv1 (117→187/200)

Red Dragon Meditation Lv2 (75→145/300)

Mimic LV1(25→97/200)

Fantasy space lv0, volume 2 cubic meters.

Specialty: Intermediate Iron Man, Junior Supernatural Hunter

System ability: God Perspective Lv3: Range 30 meters.

……

Martial arts has quietly risen to lv3, and now his fighting skills are not inferior to UFC, MMA and other champions, reaching the pinnacle of human beings, and he can take people's lives with every move.

(End of chapter)