"Dean, are you dealing with a bar murder now?"

Old Hunter's voice, with some nasal sound, seemed to have just been woken up from his deep sleep.

"Yes, but now it's not as simple as a bar murder case. After the murderer killed a small leader of the Viper Gang in the bar, he killed all seven gang members who were stationed in the site.

This is a major serial murder case!”

"It's just some rats in the gutter. Even if you die, you won't cause trouble. Dean, there is no need to investigate this case. Someone will come to the police station tomorrow and take a break soon!"

Dean was stunned when he heard Old Hunter's words.

What's the situation?

His first reaction was that there was really someone behind the lame young man, and he found a relationship and the old Hunter in charge of this area, ready to be defeated!

How can this work?

Dean doesn't care about solving the case, he cares more about the experience value reward after catching the murderer!

Old Hunter's words.

Just spit out the flesh from the mouth again?

It's nonsense!

Dean took a deep breath and his voice became cold: "Okay, but our people have locked the other party's position and started arresting. I think if I can contact them!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone and said to Lawrence next to him: "Let's go, we need to grab the time."

Lawrence showed concern: "Dean, the person who can call Old Hunter up and give orders in the middle of the night may have a higher position than Old Hunter. Anyway, this case can be easily solved tomorrow. Do you want to think about it again!"

Dean took out his gun, shook, and said seriously:

"Lawrence, I don't care how other squadrons do it.

But in my Dean's jurisdiction, we have to decide!

Otherwise, if this criminal finds someone to put pressure on us today, and the murderer finds someone to put pressure on us tomorrow, then we might as well change careers early so as not to get angry!"

"I feel like you're more like a gangster declaration!" Lawrence shrugged: "But I choose to support you!"

"Thank you, brother!"

Dean took back the gun, took Lawrence and drove to the black clinic.

When the two arrived.

The red and blue police lights have blocked a row of streets.

In front of a black acupuncture hall.

Three police officers in patrol uniforms were lying on the ground and screaming, rolling all over the ground. The ground had been dyed blood red. The colleagues who wanted to help bandage the wound were trying to control their moving bodies.

Hawke and his group took out long and short guns, as if they were facing a great enemy!

"FK, what's wrong?"

Lawrence's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this scene.

Is it really as Dean said that there is more than one person around the murderer?

Because Dean's Hummer is very conspicuous.

Harry and Carlo, who had not arrived first, immediately ran over from the crowd.

Lawrence jumped out of the car and grabbed Harry with a nervous expression: "Harry, what happened here, why are anyone injured?"

"FK, Lawrence, you didn't see the situation before. When we first arrived, there happened to be a man coming out with a woman on his back.

Some brothers want to step forward to control him.

Brush twice.

The three patrol officers who were closest to each other all lie on the ground screaming.

When we realize it.

The other party has returned to the acupuncture hall!”

Harry said, waving his arms around, vividly expressing what happened here before.

Dean had already walked in front of the three wounded.

He squatted down and looked at the wound and breathed a sigh of relief.

All three are typical scratches.

The wound is very shallow, which is consistent with the wound caused by the 'stinger'.

This shows that the person who took action has shown mercy.

Because there is only one way to use the military sect - the sect!

The reason why this kind of thing was largely assembled by the army in the early days was that in China, at that time, the technology in the smelting of steel alloys was insufficient, and the steel alloy had more hardness and toughness.

Therefore, in the early military stings, a single sting could kill a big sow, but if it was used to chop wood, it would probably break.

This also caused the military sect master to basically die when he took action.

These three guys on the ground.

Good luck.

It was just scratched and did not leave a penetrating injury on the body, otherwise you could just wait for death or amputation.

The reason why it is called ghost.

Dean guessed that the military sting on the hands of the lame master might be the authentic "poisonous sting".

The authentic stinger is actually a Mitsubishi military stinger.

However, the early stingers added a certain amount of Kun element during heat treatment. When the phosphorus coating on the surface of the military stingers wears out, it is exposed. As long as the alloy steel body containing Kun element is scratched, it will cause the wound to heal. Combined with the three blood grooves of the military stingers, tsk~

This process will also bring about certain pain and stimulation.

But it can hurt like this.

Dean can only say that these "colleagues" with big belly are just a bunch of waste.

"Dean, I have called the ambulance. It is now possible to confirm that there are hostages inside the building. What should we do now?" Hawke held a shotgun with an angry look on his face.

The brother below was injured.

The person who led the team was a little embarrassed!

"hostage?"

"I bet there is no one inside!"

Dean sneered, pulled over the shotgun from Hawke's hand, walked to the front door, and banged twice.

The antique wooden door was immediately penetrated by countless steel beads, and the wood chips were sputtered, and it was shaking into several broken wooden boards.

The room was pitch black.

Dean stood at the door, his ears trembled a few times, and then walked inside.

There are nine out of ten black clinics like this, and there are other channels to leave.

Not to mention next to it is the kid named Jin who runs a grocery store at home.

Hawke and his group were scrambling for so long.

The person probably ran away.

Sure enough, when Dean turned on the light inside, the not-so-large acupuncture hall was empty on the upper and lower floors!

Hawke couldn't accept this result, so he took out the pager: "FK, Ofey, have you seen anyone leave from behind?"

"Sizi~"

"Boss Hawk, no one has come out around you!"

It turned out that Hawk, an old fried dough stick, had already arranged people to block the surroundings.

Since people either leave through the back door, they are underground!

Dean looked at the ornaments on the first floor.

The subtle traces on various objects turned into pieces of information that appeared in his mind, and finally their status and situation were automatically reported.

Just counting the breath time.

Dean grabbed the shotgun, walked straight to an altar, stretched out his palm, placed it on the worshipped Guan Erye's green shoes, and pulled it gently.

Kar ~

Accompanied by the subtle friction, the altar in front of him was split into two, revealing a pitch-black passage!

See the passage.

Dean gave Hawke a concealed wink.

Hawke understood in seconds and waved his hand: "Angle, man, we need you to open the way now, and the bonus will double next month!"
To be continued...