He is just a doctor with a car, and speaking is just a professional instinct, but he cannot get into trouble for himself because of a criminal.

Empty the medical staff in the ambulance.

Dean sat next to the handsome man with a dull look.

The man's head, whom he regarded as a treasure, had been forcibly taken off by the operation team and collected as evidence. After that, he became like a lost soul.

"Don't you want to explain this matter?"

Dean said in a low voice.

The man remained motionless, turned a blind eye, and was completely immersed in his own world.

Seeing this.

Dean grinned, stretched out his hand, creaked his nest on the man's body and twisted it violently!

A severe pain came.

The man's dull eyes finally fluctuated.

He instinctively twisted his body bound by the restraint belt and looked at Dean viciously: "Give back my mother to me!"

Dean doesn't care about the man's attitude.

Just communicate!

He stroked his palm over the man's injured thigh and said in a low voice: "Are you talking about the shriveled and broken remains of the woman? Because of this thing, you ruined our plan?"

Hear the word plan.

The handsome man's pupils shrank, and the ferocity in his eyes instantly turned into fear.

His face turned pale because of a lot of blood loss, and then he seemed to have seen a savior and said excitedly: "Are you Lucifer's man? Help me get my mother back, otherwise I will tell the police about the hunting ground!"

Hunting ground?

Dean muttered in his heart.

This guy is indeed involved with Lucifers and others.

But what is a hunting ground?

Which underground space?

Thinking about it.

Dean leaned back and took out his gloves from his pocket, putting them on slowly: "Bastard, don't mention your damn mother to me. It seems that you have forgotten your responsibilities!"

“FK!”

"You bastards, go to the duty of a damn!"

The handsome man lost his mind because of Dean's words: "No one can insult my mother, let your hunting ground die, I will definitely tell the police about what you want to do in battle royale!"

"Oh oh oh ~", Dean made a sarcastic voice: "And what else can you say to the incompetent policemen besides knowing a name?"

"a lot of!"

The man said viciously: "You teach hunting skills on the dark web, screen hunters and prey through various channels, spread cult ideas, and sell various abuse and killing real photos."

But Dean was no longer interested in listening.

This guy is talking about things that can be found directly on the dark web.

Depending on the situation, he knows a name.

"Battle Royale Hunting"

Dean muttered, pressing his gloved palm against the man's neck and folded it gently.

Accompanied by a crisp click sound.

An adult male, like a little chicken, broke his neck by Dean, widened his eyes, his throat clattered, and his whole body twitched.

Dean jumped out of the car.

Chestonne appeared one meter away from the ambulance at some point, blocking the medical staff who got out of the car farther away.

While taking off his gloves, Dean said to the medical staff casually: "The prisoner seems to have twisted his neck. The situation is not good. Please do your best to treat him."

"OK."

The doctor can be sure that when the prisoner was sent to the ambulance, there was nothing wrong with his neck.

But he didn't dare to say much, so he called the nurse behind him and rushed into the ambulance.

Chestonen smiled and flattered: "Agent Dean, if that criminal knew your kindness, he would be grateful."

Dean shrugged: "Chestonne, the life of a prisoner is also a life. Whether it can be saved or not, we must reflect human care."

"Yes, human care!"

Chestonne, then shrugged.

He had just heard Jose's request to Dean.

I hope the guy in the ambulance can die sooner, otherwise it would be very uncomfortable to press your chest by electric shock.

The case ends.

After two or three days of busyness, Dean said hello to Jos, then took Chestonne back to the hotel and prepared to rest.

Hotel balcony.

Dean sat on the lounge chair, staring at Bai Yun above his head in a daze.

Hunting ground. Battle Royale

Is this the real reason why Lucifer Games has done so many things recently?

On the computer, we create problematic pixel mini-games to store various distinctive serial murderers and infiltrate human hands into official intelligence organizations everywhere.

Perhaps Lucifer has done these things in the past year for a certain purpose.

And this purpose is to fight for the death

Dean sighed.

When you hear this title, you will feel a bad feeling.

After all, even a small character can be known as the title, which means that this plan is probably approaching the implementation stage of Lucifer.

Another thing is very important.

There are many intelligence organizations in the United States and many spy-like figures have been trained.

They could not have known nothing about the Lucifer's actions.

The projection of light is darkness.

Dean never doubted that many powerful Americans might have unclear involvement with Lucifer.

But now is the Internet age.

If such a thing happens later, it will be posted on the Internet and spread, it will definitely cause panic among the people.

Does it make sense?

Dean thought for a long time, but still couldn't see through the purpose.

He shook his head and put on his sunglasses.

Perhaps, this is the complexity of human nature.
Chapter completed!