Chapter 270 Dismissal (Part 1)

An inconspicuous small shooting range in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

A sleepy little old man parked the truck in front of Dean, took a sip of strong wine to sober up, and then said, "Inspector Dean, so many weapons almost emptied my nest." , it seems that there are many people in your team."

Dean looked at the carriage full of firearms with satisfaction and said casually: "Old Taylor, what team?"

Old Taylor is the owner of this shooting range.

Of course, he is the only one guarding this shooting range, which is completely laissez-faire. Only some citizens who have been hunting here for many years, or those who need to modify their guns, will occasionally invite friends here to play.

Seeing Dean's reaction, Old Taylor realized that he had misunderstood.

He was stunned and pointed to the car behind: "With so many weapons and ammunition, Mr. Inspector, you don't want to play alone all day, do you?"

Guns and ammunition worth tens of thousands of dollars.

He didn't think anyone was physically able to handle it.

Hearing this, Dean smiled without saying anything. He took out a thick stack of knives from his pocket and threw it to Old Tell: "I just want to get familiar with all kinds of firearms. By the way, Old Tell, you are here." There should be some small pineapples, please help me get some."

Old Thiel looked at Dean, then at the stack of banknotes worth at least several thousand dollars, with a lump in his throat and some hesitation.

"Don't think about it too much. I'm just in a bad mood and want to vent. Old Taylor, you don't think that with my position, I can't get these things elsewhere, do you?"

"All right."

Thinking that Dean was already a detective in the police detective bureau at such a young age, Old Tell felt that he was overthinking it.

He first assisted Dean in unloading boxes of weapons and ammunition into the car, and then got back into the car, preparing to go to his weapons depot and get the pineapple that Dean asked for.

See him leave.

Dean couldn't wait to take a small-caliber pistol with a relatively low power coefficient, pointed it at the side of his body, and pulled the trigger. At the same time, at the moment of pulling the trigger, his consciousness activated the subspace, trying to deflect the incoming bullet. , stored in subspace.

next moment.

It was like a big hammer hit Dean's mind hard.

He snorted fiercely and sat down on the ground.

It took a long time.

Dean stood up again with an ugly expression.

His conjecture succeeded, but also failed.

Dean never expected that storing things in subspace actually comes with a price!

The price is that it will consume his mental strength.

It's just that his previous attempts were all motionless dead objects, and his spirit was very active, so the feeling was not obvious.

But when a bullet struck with strong kinetic energy, Dean immediately suffered.

The feeling of being hit in the head with a sledgehammer is really uncomfortable.

Even if it's softened a little now.

Dean still felt that his mental state was still much weaker than before.

He put down the pistol and felt a little disappointed: "It seems that in subspace, only in times of crisis can you try to contain the bullets fired at you, otherwise I won't be able to bear it."

But fortunately, there is still something to gain.

The experiment just now verified that Dean's subspace, within the envelope, can contain all dead objects that are shot at him as long as his spirit can bear it.

Times of crisis.

Used to save life or fake death, it will have miraculous effects.

and

Dean stared sharply at the grass beside him.

next moment.

A bullet shot out of Dean's right eye out of thin air and hit an unknown insect flying in the grass, killing it on the spot!

"handsome!"

Dean grinned.

Although storing bullets is limited by one's own mental strength, it is impossible to store the bullets fired in a large scale and put them in space to use as a trump card.

But if you store one or two bullets in reserve every day, it will still be enough in times of crisis.

In fact, based on Dean's neurological reaction, suddenly pulling out a gun from subspace and firing rapidly will not be much slower than the sudden burst of bullets. But the key to this unexpected method of releasing bullets is that it is cool!

Let's imagine.

One day I was playing poker naked, and suddenly an enemy attacked me. I calmly raised my finger and pointed blankly, and the enemy responded with a headshot.

Just thinking about it made Dean feel like he was getting high.

Maybe this is a man's happiness.

Because the limitations of subspace were suddenly discovered.

Dean's previous idea was naturally unworkable.

But money cannot be wasted.

He spent the whole day at the shooting range.

During this period, Dean tested it and found that compared to bullets, subspace has lower storage pressure and better defense effect against the fragmentation impact of pineapple explosions and group attacks from shotguns.

So he took the opportunity to collect two shotgun pellets that had just been fired, and also collected the fragmentation impact caused by some of the pineapple explosions. After ensuring the diversity of his techniques, he returned to the apartment covered in gunpowder smoke.

for this experiment.

Overall, Dean is very satisfied.

However, the continuous use of subspace to store impact objects caused his mental state to become depressed and he needed to sleep to recover.

He planned to wait until he woke up and then consider preparing some things to keep in the subspace, just in case.

Just as Dean went to sleep early.

Former captain Meng En, who had not appeared in front of Dean for a long time, put down the phone in worry.

Today is a holiday.

He was taking his wife and children to have a barbecue and picnic in his small yard.

Family, children, sunshine, pleasant breeze

All this made Meng En, a guy with a smooth career, feel happy.

But the call just now broke his originally good mood.

Meng En's wife keenly noticed the change in Meng En's mood. She calmly handed over a bunch of roasted vegetables and asked, "What's wrong? Meng En?"

Meng En didn't want to infect his family with bad emotions, so he had to restrain his emotions and shrugged: "They are all complaints. You know, since I became the supervisor of the Internal Affairs Department, some old friends often come to see me. I beg for mercy, after all, in terms of law enforcement, many police officers are really not serious. "

In a country where guns are rampant, being a police officer is actually not a good profession.

Because these people are in a state of mental stress for a long time, it is easy for them to shoot under stress, causing accidental injuries and accidental killings, and thus causing more serious psychological problems.

And if this state cannot be maintained, it is easy to die in the line of duty.

Almost every police officer with outstanding "performance" cannot escape the experience of receiving a large number of complaints.

And these police officers are generally the backbone and elite of each police station.

Therefore, Meng En, the head of the Internal Affairs Department, often spends a lot of energy coordinating these things. It is indeed much more tiring than when he was the captain before.

The favored wife could see at a glance that her husband did not mean what he said.

But she didn't continue, she just nodded and smiled softly: "Okay, if you need to deal with things, go ahead and do it. I will take care of the children."

Meng En gratefully kissed his wife on the forehead, apologized to his several young children, returned to the house, changed his clothes, and drove to a high-end private club with many Asian faces.

Under the guidance of the waiter.

Meng En soon appeared in an office decorated in a simple style. He said respectfully to the person in charge: "Mr. Saul!"

This man is none other than Meng En’s backer, Saul Aston, who is now the director of Los Angeles.

There are also smells in the air in the office that all men know.

Apparently something unspeakable was going on here before grace came in.

Thor, who was proud of the spring breeze, straightened his collar, picked up the cigar on the table to warm up, and said softly: "Meng En, how did things go?"

Meng En, an old white man with an elegant temperament, lowered his head: "It has been taken care of. If necessary, I can take down Dean at any time, but he is very capable, I..."

Dong Dong~

Thor knocked on the table: "Then take him down!"

"Got it, Mr. Sol!"

Meng En walked out of the office a little lonely.

It's not that he and Dean have a deep relationship, he simply thinks that Dean is his pony, and before, Saul showed an attitude of valuing Dean.

Now he is attacking Dean without any reason.

This made Meng En feel slightly uneasy.

This uneasiness includes worries about his future and guilt towards Dean.

This guy is indeed very capable, but after he took office, he also behaved very strongly. He received a lot of complaints. There were also many perfunctory things in the reports of many cases, but he suppressed them and did not pursue them.

Now, those complaints and case reports will serve as evidence to suspend Dean.

The previous administrative leave for Dean was actually the beginning.

But this time, he was really ready to take action.

Who did Dean offend?

Munn did not think that Saul Aston, the new powerful man in Los Angeles, would have any unreasonable ideas about a small role under his command.

This is so abnormal!

After Meng En left.

In the office, a black-haired beauty came from the rest room inside, like a cat, silently, and sat in Saul's arms: "You are really a man of your word, Mr. Saul."

Thor exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at the ceiling above his head: "I have fulfilled my promise to you, now it is time for you to repay me!"

Dean is just a small character.

But this small character happened to have offended a family in Xiaoriben Country because of the ogre case, and many female members of this family were married to many white employees of Z House in Los Angeles.

Sol needs the Japanese people to contain the wealthy Chinese businessmen below him.

Those Japanese people, after experiencing the last incident, also realized that they needed to find a more powerful backer in Los Angeles.

coincidentally.

Many Japanese people actually have some connection with Wanwan Island, that is, the forces on Sol's mother's family.

Under this request.

The two parties came into contact by the way, taking advantage of Dean's small role.

So Dean is simply unlucky.

"The Yamaguchi family is here to serve you wholeheartedly"

The woman chuckled, slipped from Sol's arms, and squatted down.

In order to prevent harmony, I will not be promoted.

The protagonist begins to transition to the FBI and concentrates on investigating major and horrific cases.