The bright moonlight flowed through the dark roofs of the buildings.

And the roof is higher.

A figure flew in the night sky dozens of meters above the ground, wearing a big black windbreaker fluttering in the wind like the wings of a bird vibrating vigorously.

“woh！”

Dean silently flew over a five-story building, and looking down, the town's tall and short houses were as small as sleeping worker ants, and the winding and narrow streets were wriggling earthworms in the black fog, but these strange things were all just cold appearances.

In a room on the second floor of the Mack Daddy Hotel, her husband Leo is humming a little song in the bathroom and taking a shower, and her daughter Julie is eating potato chips while leaning on a pillow while watching Garfield cartoons.

Wearing light and tight pajamas, the wife, who showed off her plump and good figure, pushed the door and went down to the second floor to go out to breathe.

……

An grinned excitedly at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were also narrowed by the night wind, who would have thought that dozens of meters above the roof of his house, under the cover of night, was hiding a sneaky private detective observing their personal lives.

Telekinesis flight plus God's perspective is perfect for surveillance.

"How am I getting more and more shameless and perverted? No, it wasn't my intention, it was a side effect of too fast mental growth! ”

"Huh?" Dean stared, his body suspended on Daddy Mack's roof and stood still.

God's perspective.

Camille, the wife of Leo's family of three, left the main entrance of the hotel and walked straight into the back alley.

A man in denim bib who had been waiting there for a long time, showing his muscular and knotted arms, greeted him warmly, kissed Camille, and groped up and down greedily, as if to rub the other into his body.

The firepower of the cow balls in Dean's body, who was peeking in the sky, made a comeback, and he couldn't help but blush, and even the sound of breathing became heavy.

Five minutes.

The tryst in the night was over, and Camille returned to the hotel with an unfinished flush and a messy shirt.

Then the man in the denim bib walked into the night.

Dean, who feasted his eyes, patted his red and hot face,

"I just go out for a ride and enjoy the passionate cheating drama."

But after a strong sense of excitement, he observed two seconds of silence for his warm and friendly husband, Leo Bernard.

Beautiful wife and lovely daughter who was admitted to a prestigious university, how happy and happy, but who would have thought that there was a painful truth hidden underneath.

"Hide it from him, or get up tomorrow morning and remind him tactfully?"

……

But early the next morning.

Dean wakes up from meditation and is surprised to find that the Leo family's room is empty.

"Leaving so early?" Dean went downstairs with regret.

"Morning, did you sleep well last night?" Old Mike at the front desk waved his hand.

"Thanks to the power of the Rocky Mountain Oysters, I had a 'sweet dream.'" Dean laughed,

"Actually, our store also provides a hand-washed underwear service..."Old Mike smiled seriously,

"No kidding, I've got to go."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Leo's family ordered a good breakfast for you before leaving... Milk, bacon, eggs... He knew you had a big appetite, so he ordered three servings, and the money had already been paid. ”

Dean couldn't help but nodded, the family was really enthusiastic,

"When did they leave?"

"At five o'clock, before dawn, the little lady set off when she couldn't open her eyes, and the beautiful lady seemed to be in a hurry."

"In a hurry?"

Dean pondered the three breakfasts she had enjoyed in the dining room, and out of gratitude, she secretly decided to remind her husband if she met the family again.

After breakfast, before leaving the hotel, Old Mac finally gave the big customer a friendly suggestion,

"Man, be careful when you pass through Nebraska, it's not as friendly as we are, and there are a lot of racists."

"Got it."

With a wave of his hand, Dean returned to the car, turned on the radio in the car, relaxed, and continued eastward at full speed through Wyoming.

He wanted to rush to Indiana Hawkins as soon as possible to visit his uncle, find Jane Seymour in the photo, and ask for clarification.

So I didn't stop at a highway gas station to refuel on the way, and I went through the mountains of Nebraska's arid west to the plains of the east and fields full of corn, wheat, and sorghum.

A whole day was spent in a frantic rush.

When Dean came to his senses and the sun was about to set, he slowed down and turned into a small town between Lincoln City and Omaha to stay overnight.

The population density of the town is very low, there are not many people on the streets, but the traffic is very convenient, it is a flat, strong and spacious cement pavement, there are villa-style buildings next to the road, the distance between the buildings is only about ten meters, there are flowers and trees in front of the buildings, it looks neat and beautiful than the town where Dean stayed in Wyoming.

But some people in the courtyard saw such a yellow-skinned unfamiliar face as Dean, with strange expressions and vigilant eyes like a thief, which made Dean a little uncomfortable.

After driving around for a long time, he planned to leave the prejudiced town and continue on his way, but when he passed through a remote wood, a siren suddenly sounded behind him, and a police car with a black background and white door with flashing police lights chased after him, and a shout came from the loudspeaker, "pull over, pull over."

"That's bad luck."

Dean frowned, this was the first time he had encountered a car stop since he crossed over.

But he also worked as a volunteer for LVPD, and in most cases he would try to cooperate with the police officer, so he followed the instructions of the police car behind him, slowed down, turned right on the turn signal, drove the car to a safe side of the road, stopped the engine, and put his hands on the steering wheel.

Look through the rearview mirror.

A middle-aged police officer with a gun, a hat, and a shining badge on his chest got out of the police car, let the door remain open, and walked up.

He had a horse's face, a hooked nose, thin lips, and a very serious expression, and even pressed the handle of the gun at his waist with one hand, and touched the tail lights of Blanco's car with the other, intentionally or unintentionally.

Fako!

Dean noticed these details, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, a small-town police officer could treat himself so strictly?

Bang bang.

The policeman approached and knocked on the window.

Dean slowly lowered the window and smiled kindly,

"Hello, officer, what's the problem?"

"I haven't seen you, you're an outsider, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm from Las Vegas."

"Please put your hand where I can see it." The policeman's gaze swept over Dean's Asian face, his pupils contracted, and his voice became more deep and muffled, "I want to check your driver's license and driving license." ”

"No problem." Dean quietly summoned a ghost armor to envelop his whole body and smiled slightly, "But I have to take it from the storage box, can I?" ”

"OK, do as I say." "Stretch out your left index finger, go around your body, and then open that box and take out your papers," the police officer said in a commanding tone. ”

Dean reluctantly magically used his index finger to hand the document to the officer.

"Dean Lew?" The officer stared at the name on it and grinned at the corners of his mouth, "You're not Japanese?" ”

"No, I'm Chinese." Dean looked into the man's eyes, and his good mood was ruined.

"Chinese?" The man looked at the documents and muttered noncommittally, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he raised his voice, "Please get out of the car, sir." ”

"Wait, officer, I didn't drink or cause any trouble," Dean explained in as calm a tone as he could, "I've been in your town for less than ten minutes, and I'm about to leave. ”

"That's good, but please get checked first." The man said coldly, taking a step back with the handle of the gun in one hand.

Dean hesitated for two seconds, took a deep breath, opened the car door and got out of the car, and followed the police to the grass on the side of the road.

"Look at me now." The man nodded his narrow eyes and began to perform the alcohol check procedure, "I want you to stand on your right leg and touch your nose with the index finger of your left hand." ”

Dean nodded silently and did as he was told.

Then the man took out a flashlight and deliberately shone Dean's eyes with a stimulating light, seeing that he avoided his eyes, the corners of his mouth were hidden,

"Now, turn around and put your hands behind your head."

"I repeat, no speeding, no drinking." Dean's tone remained calm.

"I suspect you are carrying dangerous weapons and contraband. You will need to undergo further testing. ”

"Please cooperate with the inspection."

With a click, the man pulled out the M15 pistol in his holster and aimed it at Dean.

“2”

Dean controlled his temper, silently recited a number in his mind, and did it again.

The police brutally searched his body.

"Stand still."

He searched the car again, but found no weapons or contraband, so he reluctantly took Dee's sports duffel bag out of the car.

Unzipped in front of Dean and threw the suits and sportswear inside onto the road one by one.

Neatly folded laundry became a mess, like a garbage heap that had been rummaged through by beggars.

"It's all famous brands, it's quite rich," the man looked at Dean who was standing honestly and smiled meanly, "What do you do?" ”

"Butcher."

Dean replied with a smile, and the police stared at him coldly for two seconds.

"Okay, check over, put your stuff away."

Dean picked up the laundry from the road, put it back in a bag, and put it in the back of the car.

The torturous examination finally got through.

Seeing that he was so well-behaved and obedient, the man smiled, and suddenly pulled the corner of his eyes to give a goodbye,

"Now, get out, Chink!"

"What did you say?"

Dean suddenly retracted his right leg from the driver's seat, turned his head and looked straight into his eyes,

"Can't you understand people, Chingchong, I'll let you get out of my territory!" The man didn't expect the other party to dare to ask back, and instantly revealed his true colors, clapped his pistol, and scolded, "Never come to rob us of our jobs and women again, otherwise next time, you will not only get humiliation, you will die an ugly death!" ”

"Get out of your turf?" Dean tilted his head, muttered strangely in his eyes, and suddenly took a slow step closer to the man.

"I warn you, stop now, don't move!" The man lifted the M15,

Dee continued to approach him without hearing anything,

The man's heart skipped a beat at his sarcastic look, and he became inexplicably flustered, "Stop, Chinese Yankee!" ”

"Falk squid! White-skinned pig! Dean raised his middle finger and scolded,

The man in a police uniform had a stiff expression, a trace of extreme shock flashed in his eyes, and then angrily pulled the M15 trigger.

Click!

But he did not wait for the sound of a bullet coming out of the chamber.

The trigger of the M15 seemed to have been poured with molten steel, and it did not move.

At the same time, an invisible force seized him. He involuntarily tensed his body, and his whole person seemed to be entangled in layer after layer of superglue, and his torso and limbs shrank into mummies.

The force choked his throat even more, causing him to open his mouth wide and let out a faint muffled "hmm" sound, blinking his bulging eyeballs in horror and weakness.

He couldn't do anything, and the power that couldn't resist held his body.

On the quiet side of the road by the woods, under the setting sun, a man in a police uniform slowly flew into the sky like a hot air balloon.

"Your territory?" The corners of Dean's mouth pulled to the side, and he suddenly remembered that he was a bit of Indian blood, and it was reasonable that the territory here should have belonged to their race.

"This is our Indians' territory, This is my land!"

"I have shown great mercy by allowing you to live in."

"Not only did you kneeling down and kissing my shoes, but you also spewed feces all over your mouth, trying to turn against you? Now, I'm going to collect some rent and interest. ”

Dean continued to look up.

The man's body floated higher and higher, and soon floated to a height of thirty meters, Dean tilted his head slightly, his mind loosened, the man's body sank, and he started a free fall movement!

Bang!

A cloud of blood erupted on the hard road, and the town sheriff fell head-on, his limbs exaggeratedly folded, and he lost his breath like a wild dog jumping off a cliff.

It's not over yet.

Dean took out the board in his arms, released the ghost he had just absorbed, and poked the tip of the board forward, hitting the ghost in the chest, it was bathed in the light of the setting sun, and the pieces of the pale cyan illusory body shattered into nothingness.

"You killed XX, proficiency +5, combat lv3 (10→15/400)"

Di'an whistled contentedly, wiped off the man's fingerprints left on the taillights of his car, cleaned up the scene, and drove out of town.

In the rearview mirror, he seemed to see the warm and friendly family yesterday again, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

And today's COP in this town is ugly and disgusting.

"As a superpower, I have been very kind and restrained, but if anyone dares to provoke me," a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I told him to never be born!" ”

Engine boom!

He re-entered the I-80 highway.

(End of chapter)