Chapter 108: The horrible truth, have a big meal tonight!

Outside the house.

A man with a hunchback was wearing the leather apron that the butcher liked to wear, and fifteen or sixteen strong middle-aged women stood loosely and loosely in two rows.

Dean and the other two walked out of Mrs. Haas's house.

The hunchbacked man was about to come forward to say hello.

Suddenly.

Among the three, Robert, who was strong, walked into the house again.

He changed his mind and wanted to stop him.

But Dean blocked the man's face and looked at him curiously: "You are Arthur?"

The smell of this man is so familiar and nostalgic.

The hunched man raised his head, his brown eyes were like a hanger, looking at him: "Yes, Mrs. Haas said, you are from the Fire Department, sorry, I am very familiar with them, but I have never seen you before, I

You need to check your ID.”

He felt the same kind of breath from Dean.

The other person's eyes looked at people were the indifference that he could not detect but never concealed, just like the silence of a living person who looked like a pile of rotten meat.

This is the look that only people who have been in contact with the body for a long time will have unintentional exposure!

Could it be here!

Arthur subconsciously took a step back and touched his dirty leather skirt and contour with his hands.

Dean seemed to have not seen his movements and smiled gently: "We have just transferred from Las Vegas to help with the investigation, so the results are more accurate.

Now that you are all here, I will show my ID.”

As he said that, he reached into his arms.

Dean's performance is too natural.

Arthur almost thought that the feeling just now was his own illusion, so he reached out to his hand under the leather apron and took it back.

The next moment.

A black muzzle pointed at him.

Arthur looked at Dean in front of him in a daze, reached out to his arms, took out a pistol and pointed it at him, his lips squirmed twice, and he was speechless.

Dog stuff!

No morals!

"As long as you move, I will break your hands and feet." Dean smiled and looked at Arthur who was stunned, very satisfied with his increasingly excellent acting skills.

The group of strong female helpers, seeing everything in front of them, subconsciously exclaimed and retreated together.

Promised research.

Why did you get out of a gun?

Harry, behind Dean, took the opportunity to take out the detective’s certificate: “Los Angeles police detective, there is a murder case here, so please cooperate now.”

"Fk!"

Hearing this, Arthur had no luck in his heart. His hunched back was straightened instantly, and his hands reached into the butcher-like leather apron, and took out a bone-clearing knife.

The next moment.

Bang ~

Several bullets were shot from Dean's waist in a row, and accurately hit Arthur's hands, feet, limbs and joints at close range, knocking the seemingly old man backwards, lying like a dead dog

land.

turn out to be.

Except for pointing his right hand at Arthur's gun.

There was another pistol hanging around Dean's waist. Before he even took out the leather holster, he turned his left hand slightly and activated four bullets.

“Wow.”

Harry looked at the scene admiringly: "Man, when did you learn how to shoot American Guhe? I almost thought you only fired one shot!"

He is aware of the goods.

The technique Dean used was exactly the same as when the revolver masters fought in the past. He liked to use American Guhe's continuous shooting: shoot instantly through the holster!

In the past, this technique required the revolver's magazine to continuously tweak the revolver's magazine to speed up the shooting speed, so that the enemy would instantly clear the revolver's magazine before they could draw out their guns.

The only flaw.

It is unless muscle memory is formed.

Otherwise, the bullet will be more likely to hit the foot of the shot before killing the enemy.

The automatic pistol used by Dean saves one step and shoots faster, but is also more dangerous. If you are not careful, it is equivalent to shooting yourself in the waist and thighs.

It is also because of this reason.

There are not many people who still learn this technique now.

Facing Harry's admiring eyes, Dean smiled and pulled the trigger again as a shocking right-hand pistol in his horror.

The hot trajectory burned the shallow dead skin and flew past Harry's cheeks.

As soon as the two female assistants took out their pistols, they were pierced by 11.43mm bullets and fell to the ground shakingly.

The female helper next to her was splattered with blood from the headshot, and she was shocked.

Harry touched his burning cheeks, turned his head and looked at the female helper who was lying on the ground and the pistol beside them, and finally realized what had happened.

"FK, squat down with your head in your arms, don't move!"

He took out his pistol and yelled excitedly at the remaining female helper.

If Dean hadn't reacted quickly.

I've just gotten up!

"Ah ~"

The other scared female helpers finally reacted, hugged each other, made a terrifying cry, and squatted down tremblingly.

Dong ~

The wooden door inside the house was also knocked open.

Robert held a gun in both hands and looked outside nervously in a standard speed-sighting posture.

As soon as he entered, he heard gunshots.

See Dean and Harry safe and sound.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death, I thought you were shot."

"No one can shoot me head-on!" Dean blew the still steaming muzzle and pointed at the group of people: "Before the supporters arrive, you and Harry, look forward to these people, especially this one is

The little cutie squirming on the ground, I hope he will be alive when I come out."

"No problem, do you need a body search?"

"If you want to eat the tofu of those heroes, go ahead. My advice is to kill anyone who puts down your hands and search them again!"

Dean pushed Robert away and walked into Mrs. Haas's house again.

Go out - shoot - enter.

All this happened too quickly.

It was less than two or three minutes before and after.

This kind-hearted old lady was shaking and packing up the water cup that had not been moved on the coffee table. She seemed to have not yet reacted to the gunshots outside.

"Hello, madam, we're meeting again." Dean, holding a pistol that was still smelling of gunpowder, walked up to the old lady and sat down like a man swaying with a toothpick.

Mrs. Haas looked at the gun in Dean's hand with some fear, subconsciously retreated, but fell on the sofa behind her, and the water cup in her hand also fell to the ground, making it wet.

"Sir, did you just fire the gun?"

"Yes, madam, your Mr. Arthur, the bone smell is too obvious. I still want to shake hands with me, I can't help it!"

"You killed him?" Mrs. Haas's eyes widened, making people unable to tell whether it was a surprise or a joy.

"Why kill him?" Dean took out a cigarette and lit it: "You are an old woman, and you probably can't maintain such a large slaughterhouse. Tell me, who is the person behind you? I'm missing credit recently!"

Before coming to Mrs. Haas.

Dean only wanted to deal with Mrs. Haas, end the case of Howard's attack, get enough 500 experience points, and upgrade to another level.

In this way, he can improve his spiritual attributes.

I never thought.
To be continued...