Chapter 292: Destruction, Upgrade

Dean blinked his eyes at the pig-headed masked man who wanted to draw his blood, showing a creepy smile, shaking his feet and kicking off the shackles on his feet.

This guy was just pretending!

The pig-headed masked man thought he had seen it wrong, and was stunned for a few seconds before raising his head and shouting to his companion: "FK, quickly control this guy, he... Ho~"

He didn't finish his words.

An unmatched force surged from the arm he grabbed.

Bang~

Accompanied by a feeling of flying in the clouds, the pig-headed masked man, with his belly hunched, slammed into the iron railing, making a clanging sound that startled the entire prison factory area.

Crack!

Dean knocked the enemy in front of him away with one blow, twisted his neck, and made a creepy bone friction sound. He turned around and looked at the other masked man who was dumbfounded and could only subconsciously press the electric shock remote control button: "The electric shock tastes really good. It reminds me of my lost childhood. How do you want me to thank you?"

"Go to hell!"

The masked man saw that this piglet was talking nonsense here, and finally came to his senses. He pulled out an electric baton from his waist and stabbed Dean.

In Dean's eyes, his movements were as slow as the old man.

Dean grabbed the middle part of the electric baton with his hand, twisted it hard, and took the masked man's hand and stabbed the electric baton back into his own body.

Zila la ~

Electric sparks flashed.

The pig-headed man with the electric baton only had time to scream, and his body trembled, and then his whole body shrank into a bow shape, twitching on the ground, without the ability to resist.

Knocked over the two people.

Dean spun the electric baton in his hand, walked out of the cell with a sense of unfulfilled desire, stood under the surveillance camera, raised his middle finger to the camera, and then jumped more than one meter like a slam dunk, and smashed the electric baton in his hand hard.

There was a snap.

The surveillance in this area was smashed to pieces.

Dean landed and saw that the electric baton in his hand had become bent. He was too lazy to waste time, so he threw it and smashed a farther camera crooked, and walked back into the iron cell.

He didn't do it hard just now.

After wasting so much time, the two pig-headed masked men have recovered a little.

"Tell me, how many of you are here?"

"Go to hell!"

The pig-headed man who was knocked down by the electric shock got up from the ground. He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and took a boxing posture and punched Dean.

Dean sneered and punched.

The two fists collided.

The pig-headed man's seemingly solid fist twisted and deformed, and the whole person fell back to the original place with a scream at a faster speed.

"Boxing, right?"

Dean took a big step and kicked the other person's head with a whip kick in an execution-style manner.

The huge impact.

The pig-headed man's head was deformed and smashed on the concrete wall behind him, making a loud bang, shaking the whole cell, and then rebounded back to Dean's feet.

There was no blood from the head exploding.

The pig-headed man's body twitched twice, and then the red and white things that were shaken evenly flowed out of his mouth and nose, and flowed to his companion who was still holding his stomach and groaning with the terrain.

Kicked one person to death.

The depression in Dean's heart dissipated for the most part.

He squatted down and groped from the dead man.

Unfortunately, it seemed that he was worried that there would be prisoners like Dean. The other party had no guns, not even a knife, but only a half-used box of unknown brand protective cover and roller skating oil.

"Fuck, this dead gay, even men can do it!"

Dean shook his hands in disdain, turned his head to look at the remaining pig-headed men, and smiled kindly: "Man, your companion was in a hurry and took a shortcut in life. You don't want to learn from him, do you?"

Looking at his companion's blood plasma all over the floor, the pig-headed man groaned while holding his stomach and shook his head frantically.

"Very good, tell me, how many people are there here?"

"Eleven."

"Tell me about your duties."

The pig-headed man glanced at the camera parts that fell on the floor in the aisle, took a hard breath, and cooperated: "Except for doctors, nurses and cooks, the rest of us don't have fixed jobs, and we mainly listen to the arrangements of the supervisor."

"You mean, all your people are here?"

Dean's ears trembled and he slowly stood up.

"Yes."

The masked man nodded: "We are the terminal. The rest is to wait for the supervisor's arrangement. If there is a customer matching, a deliveryman will come. At this time, the piglets in the corresponding cell will be sent to the doctor for sampling, so as to ensure the freshness of the goods."

Dean wanted to know more.

Unfortunately, time did not allow it.

He nodded to the masked man: "Although I know you are delaying time, I still thank you for your cooperation. As a thank you, how about I perform a magic trick for you?"

What?

What magic?

Because lying on the ground, the pig-headed masked man has already felt the hurried footsteps coming from the entrance.

That was the companion who came here after finding something wrong through the surveillance.

There is only one entrance and exit here!

This guy is dead!

But a bad feeling surged into the pig-headed masked man's heart.

He looked at Dean stupidly, without any joy in his eyes that his companion was about to block Dean.

Dean stood up, and under the man's gaze, he turned his palm, as if taking something from the air, and on his broad palm, there was a black pistol that still smelled of gun oil.

The man with the pig-head mask recognizes this pistol model.

Glock 17!

He also has one.

But who the hell can tell me!

Where did this bastard who has been searched several times get the pistol from!!!

The entrance to the valley?

You know, even for their safety, they would never bring guns after entering the pig cage, just to prevent the gun snatching incident from happening and causing passiveness.

But this bastard in front of him actually conjured a pistol out of thin air in front of him!

The man with the pig head mask was a little skeptical about life.

They seemed to have provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked

"Quick!"

"Surround area No. 3, that bastard didn't leave!"

Amid the noise, a group of people quickly approached the prison where Dean was.

This group of people had no vigilance at all.

Because they all knew that this was an era of science.

Even if the piglet somehow opened the handcuffs that locked him and knocked down their companions, he couldn't fight against the five or six guns in their hands.

Soon.

Under the leadership of the leader, a group of people blocked the corridor of the prison where Dean was.

In the empty corridor, only the fragments of a broken surveillance camera can be seen, spreading all over the floor.

Looking at the long white corridor.

The leader grabbed the short gun in his hand and tapped the headset: "Are you sure the person has stayed in the room and has not left?"

"Sure!"

"That guy only smashed two nearby surveillance cameras, but it did not affect the surveillance in front and behind the corridor. The infrared warning equipment in other rooms was not triggered. Unless he can dig a hole, he must still be in the room!"

"Got it!"

The leader waved his hand: "Monkey, you go!"

Although it is certain that the new piglet has no firearms in his hands, the other party easily knocked down his two men, and it is estimated that he is not an ordinary person.

For safety reasons.

He is going to let the cannon fodder explore the way.

In the crowd, a thin Southeast Asian man was pushed up by his "companion".

The Southeast Asian man looks a bit like Amanda, who Dean killed before.

He knew his position in the eyes of this group of white people. He gritted his teeth, picked up the pistol in his hand, and walked quickly towards the cell where Dean was.

Along the way.

Some of the imprisoned "piglets" curled up in a circle. Most of them had no idea of ​​resisting this sudden accident.

They were about to get closer.

A figure suddenly rushed out of the cell where Dean was!

The Southeast Asian man was obviously nervous.

Seeing the figure rushing out, he didn't have time to identify it and just raised his gun and shot.

Until the magazine was emptied.

He was surprised to find that the man who fell down seemed to be his companion from the size of his body.

The Southeast Asian man cursed and hurriedly took out a magazine from his waist to replace it. A bullet, but at the moment when his gun stopped, pierced his head.

Dean followed the shooting position, stretched out his pistol, shot the other party in the head, and then without any hesitation, confidently stretched out half of his body and fired in the direction of the gunshot.

There were screams one after another.

The group of gunmen who were hiding at the entrance and hesitating whether to get close, didn't realize what happened at all, and three of them fell down.

The boss was the worst.

He stood at the front and was the first unlucky guy to be knocked down by Dean's blind shot.

Empty a magazine.

Dean threw the gun away, and the pistol flew into the air and disappeared. At the same time, a Glock 17 with a full magazine reappeared in his hand. He continued to suppress the firepower, while consciously lowering the muzzle position.

Until the screams disappeared.

Dean slowly changed to a short-range rifle again and walked out of the cell.

In the long corridor, under the pale light, three or four bodies fell, blood stained a piece, and there was no movement.

In the distance, you can still see the traces of blood dragging.

It should be that some important person was shot and dragged away by his men.

This is simply a group of rabble!

"Hunting time!"

Dean wore a pig head mask, grinned, and strode to the end of the corridor.

Although he had sent the location of this place to the FBI.

But this did not affect Dean's anti-hunting pastime.

The blood on the ground gave Dean a guide.

The smell of fresh blood put Dean in a relatively excited state. The adrenaline boosted his five senses to the extreme, like a ferocious beast on the hunt, with extraordinary control and perception of the surrounding environment!

He followed the blood trail to the open door and paused.

The beast's body gave him almost extraordinary perception.

A few meters away, two rapid heartbeats and the noise of air flowing in the chest rushed into his ears.

"The door is not closed."

Dean shook his head, deliberately made heavy footsteps, and walked towards the door.

Outside the door.

The two people with shortness of breath heard the footsteps that had stopped and started again, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

As the footsteps got closer and closer.

They looked at each other, nodded, and at the same time suddenly leaned out and fired randomly in front of them.

Until half of the magazine was emptied.

One person exclaimed: "FK, where is the person!!!"

He clearly heard the footsteps and was about to approach the door!

But why did the person disappear?

At this moment.

A whistle sounded from above.

The two men who had stopped firing subconsciously raised their heads.

What greeted them was a short but powerful gun muzzle.

Da Da Da~

Accompanied by a burst of rapid bullets pouring down.

The two little Karamis who were left in ambush opened their eyes wide and fell slowly.

Get rid of the two people.

Dean let go of the arm that was holding the edge of the wall above his head and fell to the ground.

Walk out of the building.

He realized that this seemed to be a farm.

There were several buildings mixed with wood and cement nearby, and the blood on the ground also pointed to the newest and strongest cement building inside.

The rest of the people should have run there.

On the top of the building, you can also see a reinforced prototype platform.

That is a convenient place for helicopters to land.

If I guessed correctly.

This group of people precisely dismembered the victim's organs in that building, and then transported them by helicopter as soon as possible to a private hospital or underground black clinic that was not far away and cooperated with a designated point!

Dean didn't rush over.

He rushed to the nearest building first, climbed up in a few steps, and looked around.

In the distance, you can see the tight fence and thick iron gate, which turned this place into a private territory that is difficult for outsiders to spy on.

Through the fence, you can see sparse woods and a dirt path in the distance.

Dean guessed that this might be a rural area.

He looked back.

The place just came out of was not small, but the large number of sewage ditches revealed that this was actually a livestock farm.

These people really treated the victims as livestock that could be slaughtered at will.

Dean silently changed the new magazine and followed the blood trail to the concrete building in front.

A few days later.

"Boss Dean, the rest of the people have all been arrested."

Cheston looked at Dean with some concern.

"I know."

Dean put down the newspaper in his hand.

He knew about this earlier than Cheston.

Because this morning, he received feedback from the panel: [Solve the organ smuggling gang, experience points plus 1200, L20→L21, attribute points +1, skill points +2]

This case is very big.

Even after breaking the limit, Dean's experience points for solving cases were greatly reduced, but this time he still broke through four digits.

After the panel broke the limit, he was upgraded to a higher level and was given a little more skill points.

Dean was still preparing to study it, but Cheston came rushing over to report the news.

Seeing Dean's indifferent look on his face.

Cheston was even more worried about Dean's current state.

He organized his words and comforted him: "Boss, this case not only involves a local gangster family, but also involves a very powerful local person behind the scenes.

The people in the gangster family have been killed by you, boss.

But that powerful person does not have enough evidence to take him down.

The FBI also wants to protect you, so they let you undergo psychological testing and temporary detention"

"Okay, a lot of nonsense, you go out!"

Dean interrupted Cheston's chattering.

That's right, he is now in a state of restricted movement.

There are people watching at the door 24 hours a day.

Every day, different psychologists come to conduct psychological tests on him.

This process will continue until someone arrives from headquarters.

The root cause is Dean's killing spree.

In the organ farm, he killed almost everyone inside.

Although he was wearing the skin of an FBI agent, under the pressure of the people behind the organ farm, no one helped to bear the pressure, so Dean became the current situation.

Dean estimated that he would most likely take a vacation.

When Cheston went out.

Dean closed his eyes: "Panel!"

"【Violent Detective Panel】

Character: Dean

Level: 21 (0/4000)

Spirit: 15 (Locked)

Strength: 15

Speed: 15

Endurance: 15

Skills: Pistol Mastery, Ancient Muay Thai Mastery, Achaz School-Mind Reading L3, Trace Tracking L3, Taming Beast L1, Omitted (Click to open).

Features: Beast Body!

Subspace: 2 cubic meters

Attribute points: 1

Skill points: 4

Completed cases: Omitted."

After the panel broke the limit, it was the first time that Dean let go and killed.

Although the opponent was a mob.

But he also realized his own abnormality for the first time.

For example, the body of a beast!

He originally thought that this was just a description of how powerful he was like a human beast. He didn't expect that after entering the excited fighting state, the beast-like perception, coupled with his powerful brain.

The sounds, smells and various information within a few meters naturally formed a three-dimensional picture in the brain.

The effect is almost equivalent to perspective.

Dean is an honest man.

It's open.

He admits it.

Through this battle, Dean also realized for the first time how powerful he was.

To some extent, this can be regarded as an extraordinary means.

And

This upgrade is also very critical!

Because this is the first upgrade after the panel breaks the limit.

Dean also has attribute points again.

He is looking forward to what magical effects will happen after the three attributes of physique break through fifteen points!

Atavism?