Chapter 61 Anthony: I Don’t Know Much

Amodio was detained in the holding room.

The holding room is located on the second underground floor of the building, directly connected to the garage, guarded by special guards, with independent power supply and 24-hour, all-round surveillance.

Out of the interrogation room.

Under the gaze of many FBI reserve students.

Dean and Anthony, the master and apprentice, walked towards the elevator.

Until the two left, Cheston in the corner breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning this time, these students can be regular employees.

He originally thought that after he became a regular employee, he would find a way to make trouble for Dean and his partner.

But now seeing the friendly appearance of Dean and Anthony.

This is obviously not a good choice.

In the elevator.

Anthony began to teach: "Dean, when you want to get rid of prisoners you don't want to see again, but don't want to cause trouble for yourself, the easiest way is to send them to a suitable prison."

"Private prison?"

"Yes." Anthony nodded: "I have shares in many private prisons, and some prisoners without background can be easily dealt with."

Speaking of this,

Anthony smiled proudly: "I noticed the development of private prisons a long time ago. More than a decade ago, the government was unable to support the huge prison expenditures. I opened the earliest batch of prisons with my companions through my connections. In addition, each private prison would bring in the local chief judge, so the development has been good."

Arresting, trial, imprisonment, income generation, opening new prisons

Anthony's one-stop service is considerate.

As long as you offend him.

Anthony can arrange the other party clearly.

Dean was a little disappointed.

Because this method is good, but it is easy to leave a handle in the hands of others.

Even if this person is Anthony, it is the same.

Except himself.

Dean doesn't trust anyone.

"Is there any other way?"

Anthony looked relieved: "You are very cautious, which is good. There are other ways."

"If you just want to deal with it yourself, then I have some props to recommend."

Anthony showed the ring on his hand.

"There is a hair-sized syringe in here, which contains nerve paralysis toxin.

If you accidentally press the prisoner's neck, he will die of respiratory failure in a short time. With current technology, it is difficult to analyze the cause of death."

"I have more than a dozen similar medicines here."

"However, these are trivial matters. Really powerful people don't need to be so troublesome, Dean, do you understand what I mean?"

Dean nodded: "I understand!"

I am limited to the vision of my previous life, and I am still too petty.

When you have power, the other party will choke to death by drinking water, hang himself on a water pipe 30 cm above the ground, and drown himself in a basin.

These ways of death will become very reasonable.

Doing it yourself will only add trouble.

The elevator door opened.

Anthony led Dean to the temporary cell where Amodio was imprisoned.

I heard the movement.

Amodio, who was doing bodyweight exercise, raised his head.

See who was coming clearly.

A look of joy appeared on his face: "Mr. Anthony, is there any result?"

After finding that he was powerless, Amodio betrayed the Lucifer Game Organization very straightforwardly and told all the tasks assigned to him by the other party.

Anthony did not even look at Amodio, and asked the two FBI guarding the other party to leave the room, and then turned to Dean and said: "If you understand, do it."

Dean nodded, unlocked the cell from the outside, and walked into the cell.

Amodio felt vaguely uneasy, retreated to the corner, and took a boxing defense posture: "Mr. Anthony, this..."

The next moment.

Dean kicked out with a sharp wind sound, hitting Amodio's leg joint.

There was a cracking sound.

Before Amodio could react, his right leg had been twisted and deformed, and the whole person was lifted into the air under the huge force and fell heavily to the ground.

Before Amodio could scream, Dean punched him in the head again.

Bang~

There was a muffled sound on the floor of the cell.

Amodio's head, which had just been raised, hit the ground heavily.

Dark red blood spilled out.

Amodio's forehead was sunken, his eyes were wide, his pupils were dilated, his lips moved twice, and then they froze completely.

"Threatening me?"

Dean raised the corner of his mouth, touched Amodio's neck, and after confirming that he was dead, he got up and left the cell, looking at Anthony with a smile: "Old man, how is it?"

"Your power speed is very fast, but your technique is a bit rough, and the way you exert force is not right."

Anthony gave a very pertinent evaluation.

He clapped his hands.

The two FBI who had gone out before came in again.

Anthony pointed at Amodio who was motionless in the cell and said: "He played handstand and fell to death by himself. Deal with it."

Faced with this outrageous statement.

The two did not ask, and quickly took out a large box from a corner of the cell, took out various props and body bags from it, walked into the cell and started to deal with it.

Looking at this familiar business process.

Dean, the former scavenger, couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Professional!

This is the third lesson Anthony taught Dean: power!

Leave the two little Karami to deal with the body.

After Anthony called his men who were still in the interrogation room, he took Dean to the coffee shop in the detective bureau.

"Dean, Amodio has given some very important information before, I need to deal with it, and I also need to find a way to explain the deaths of so many students this time.

within a short period of time.

I can't be around you to teach you.

These are the things I'm good at. "

With that said, Anthony put a form in front of Dean: "I don't know much, you can take a look at what you want to learn first, and I will arrange it for you."

Dean picked up the form and flipped through it.

There is a long list of names alone: ​​mind reading, scar identification, tracking, counter-tracking, footprint analysis, camouflage, special pharmacy, battlefield traps, code breaking, rapid memory, Israeli Krav Maga.

Dean: "."

Isn't this a bit exaggerated?

The key is to look at these skills.

Dean had a vague feeling that the Akaz Academy mentioned by Anthony did not seem to be a serious place.

Anthony seemed to have guessed what Dean was thinking, and explained: "Achaz Academy was originally the name of a killer organization. It was later incorporated by the royal family and specialized in training agents, so I know a little more."

A little bit of God.

Dean put down the list speechlessly: "I'm afraid many of the things above require one-on-one guidance before you can get started, right?"

"Yes, under normal circumstances, you should study with me for a few years. This is why we are called the Akaz Academy."

Anthony chuckled: "But if you don't want to join the FBI, I can only come over to teach you after I'm done. And you can also choose what you want to learn first, and I will arrange for someone to teach you how to get started."

The FBI is too complex.

Dean really doesn't want to get too involved right now.

He looked at the list tangledly, and finally his finger stopped on a name: "Old man, let me learn this first, and let's talk about the rest after you finish your work."

Anthony saw the name clearly and took out a piece of paper: "I've already guessed you would choose this. This is the person I have contacted for you. If you want to learn, just call him."

So awesome?

Dean took the note without belief, and after reading the contents clearly, he was finally convinced.

The note clearly read: Karp, Israeli Krav Maga expert, phone number XXX.

This is exactly the skill Dean chose.

Anthony smiled: "Aren't you asking a girl named Laura to help you find a fighting expert? Garp is one of the elites. He owes me a favor and will teach you carefully."

"Okay, it's time for me to leave."

After speaking, Anthony stood up.

Dean quickly said: "Old man, Bill."

Anthony raised his hand to stop Dean's words, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Dean, if you refuse to be my apprentice, I will give you those materials. Not now! I don't want my other apprentice to also Died at the hands of Lucifer Games Organization.”

Dean was silent for a moment and said sincerely: "Old man, please be safe."

Anthony waved his hand and disappeared from Dean's sight.