Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 136. 136. Warning
During the three-day trip to Lake Tahoe, the two experienced skiing, hiking, surfing, cable car viewing, and naked fish restaurant food.

The total cost was only a few hundred dollars.

In the past three days, Dean has become so familiar with the fantasy space that he can manipulate it like an arm. He is used to the two-second delay, and he can access items without anyone noticing.

In addition, he used God's perspective and M1900 to hunt a few capuchin rabbits and an adult wild boar in the mountains, and experimented with tracking bullets that can lock on one target at a time, last for up to 24 hours, and have a range of one hundred miles.

The effect is very powerful.

It's just that the gunshot sound and recoil were smaller than Dean expected, so that every time he pulled the trigger, he had the illusion of holding a toy water gun.

But this toy kills like grass.

"When will we play again? Just the two of us, no one else." In the car going down the mountain, Gretchen interrupted his reverie and asked with a smile as he looked at the photo of Dean falling headfirst into the snow on his skis.
"You graduate from the police academy later."

"Then we've made a deal!"

……

The trip to Reno ended perfectly, but before leaving, Dean went to Marco's pet clinic, and greeted the old man in the white coat at the door for a while.

Soon, there was a rush of barking in the clinic, and a chubby Rottweiler jumped out.

It looks less than three months old, and its fur is black and shiny, but the hair around the mouth, the front chest, and the four paws are yellow, which is commonly known as iron-clad gold.

It also had two bright yellow spots at the top of its two eyebrows, which made it look like it had two extra eyes, and at this time, four eyes were watching Dean warily at the same time.

"Not big in stature but not small in temper," Dean kicked a football at it, and Rottweiler instantly leaned back and let out a low growl.

Lu Ben, who was dressed in a light blue hospital suit, hurried over to pick up the dog. Compared with the skinny and dirty appearance a few days ago, his face had more healthy blood, and his cheekbones were also hanging a little bit. Flesh, no longer badly protruding like a skeleton,
"Naru, Dean is my savior, you must not kill him, understand?"

Rottweiler snorted, and lowered his head obediently as if he understood the master's order.

"He understands humanity at such a young age, much smarter than my Keke." Gretchen's blue eyes sparkled,

"Of course, Naru is one of my best varieties, do you want to touch it?"

Luben asked the woman to take Naru into the clinic, and asked Dean to walk along a tree-lined path next to him.
"I have started to write a diary with my ancestral pen. In addition to recording my own training effects, there is also Naru's daily growth, slowly transforming him into the greatest guard dog in the world, a cosmic dog."

"It's only been two days, and Naru can already feel the dangers around to a certain extent... Well... it told me that your aura is very scary, so it and its companions are very afraid of you."

Dean smiled casually, "Maybe because I have experienced more mysterious incidents, I have some bad breath."

"Really? By the way, there is a question I want to ask you. I feel very tired after writing a diary of hundreds of words with my ancestral pen. I am more tired than I used to stay up all night writing a novel. It's like something in my body Enter the draft with the pen as the medium."

Dean pondered for a moment,
"This is a good thing. This proves that the pen can accelerate your mental power to infuse the written words, and the efficiency of your writing will become higher."

Lu Ben nodded, thinking of the scene that night when he healed in an instant from the serious injury he suffered from the gut piercing and rotten stomach.

"Consume mental power... so there are superpowers that consume physical energy, such as your self-healing of serious injuries?"

When Dean heard the words, his face was straightened, and the majesty and evil spirit between his brows made Lu Ben tremble with fear.
"Don't ask about any superpowers of the same kind, it's taboo. Even if you guess it, don't say anything."

"OK, I remembered, any other suggestions?"

With his hands behind his back, Dean imitated Taim's demeanor,
"Some organizations are looking for superpowers like us, and want to capture us as specimens in the laboratory. Be sure not to disclose your information to anyone."

"Other superpowers can't do it?"

"What do you think? Not everyone of the same kind is willing to communicate with you in a peaceful and friendly way like I am. Among them, there are many bloodthirsty, crazy and perverted people who will kill you, a rookie, as soon as they meet."

……

"You have to set a principle and bottom line for yourself. You can't completely ignore morality, law, and conscience, and use superpowers to satisfy your own desires without any scruples. Otherwise, you will fall into crazy loss before the law of convergence occurs. destroy."

"The breathing and movements in the vellum manual handed down by your family can effectively maintain your sanity, and you must persist every day."

Luben's age is fully twice that of Dean's, but at this moment he keeps nodding like an honest student, his eyes are getting brighter and brighter,

"Man, to be honest, we just met, why are you willing to give me so many valuable suggestions?"

"When I first awakened my abilities, I was ignorant and ignorant, leaving holes everywhere like a fool. Fortunately, I met a guy with a good character and got on the right track. If I can get a chance, you can too."

Dean looked at Luben's haggard face. To put it bluntly, this guy was stubborn and simple, an idealist.

But from another perspective, there is no city government. If you help him now, maybe Dean will be able to borrow his strength at some point in the future. Today is considered a low-cost investment.

"Can I train with you in the future?" Luben asked expectantly.
"No. The more supernatural beings gather, the more dangerous it is...I don't even know if that dog is another supernatural creature after being transformed by you. In short, you have to be careful."

"If you encounter troubles that cannot be solved, contact Tribeca and tell me... I will help for a fee as much as I can, but if it is beyond my ability, I can only say sorry."

"In any case, I will remember your help."

The two chatted for a morning about super power precautions,
After a sumptuous lunch, Dean and Gretchen said goodbye to Marko and his son and returned to Las Vegas.

Arrive home in the evening.

Last was mad at the fighting dummy in the yard, wiped off his sweat, shook his hand and punched Dean,
"Is Reno fun?"

"Very nice, especially with a girlfriend."

Ruster's face froze when he heard this,
"Britney hasn't forgiven you yet?" Gretchen saw what was on his mind,
"Don't talk to me, keep avoiding me." Last said decadently,
Dean punched him in the shoulder,
"There is an old saying in our hometown, why should a real man worry about not being able to find a wife? When you graduate and work, with your handsome face, beautiful women will naturally rush to you like a tide."

"You are such a friend?" Gretchen glared at Dean, then turned to Ruster, "Don't be discouraged, there will be a godsend opportunity soon, take advantage of it, you and Britney are 100% reconciled."

Both men pricked up their ears.

"In June, Nevada State High School will hold a prom for our group of 12th grade students. According to the usual practice, all graduates must invite their dance partners in advance."

Gretchen's eyes sparkled with longing,

"Last, as long as you invite Britney...you will have to spend a lot of time cultivating a tacit understanding, shopping for dresses and dancing together, and the probability of repairing the relationship is 100%."

Lust's eyes lit up like light bulbs,
"Except for me, Britney doesn't have a better male friend, I'm the most suitable dance partner!"

……

After doing the preliminary planning for the prom.

Dean's life returned to order.

Do things in a low-key manner and practice honestly, study private detective registration materials, be familiar with the routine use of M1900, make phone calls with Marko and his son from time to time to understand the situation, discuss the deeds of the Van Helsing family with Tribeca, and register in the encyclopedia of the supernatural.

In addition, there was no entrustment from Lucville's barrister's office, and Dean was also worried that the new FBI agent would see his flaws, so he no longer went to LVPD, and he did not "hunt" in Las Vegas.

Mimic nights every four days.

Dean turned into a black leather jacket and leather pants, a vigilante law enforcement officer with sunglasses, driving a motorcycle in a remote alley in a town outside the city, watching the movements of the houses on the street from the perspective of God within 30 meters , Sanctions will be imposed upon discovery of criminal behavior, and some proficiency will be gained.

It's late at night.

Henderson District.

Dean, wearing a black leather jacket and wearing the face of a strange gangster, drove a motorcycle past a two-story building in an Asian community, and swept the house from the perspective of God.

Dean suddenly pressed the right handle to brake the motorcycle, got off the bike and ran a few steps, leaning on the wooden guardrail, and nimbly stepped into the yard.

Grabbing the black gloved right hand in the void, a bright silver pistol full of retro atmosphere appeared in the palm of his hand.

Click.

Close the safety, pull the sleeve.

The gun was aimed at the closed gate of the small western building.

Squeeze the trigger.

Whoops—like a cricket chirping in the grass.
.
44 Magnum penetrating wooden doors.

There was a thud amid the splashing of sawdust.

The heavy object in the house fell to the ground, and the floor shook.

Proficiency +3, shooting lv3 (40/400).

Dean kicked the door open.

A hideous bald black man weighing at least two hundred pounds was lying in a pool of blood behind the door, with a big blood hole in the center of his forehead, like a big fat pig being bled.

"Falco, someone's shot, Jessini's done!"

"Cop?"

"Never mind, give him a ride!"

There was a panic of shouting and running on the second floor. Dean walked straight to the center of the living room on the first floor without stopping, and pointed his gun at the ceiling.

Bang, bang, three shots in a row.

A big hole was broken in the wooden floor, and the crimson blood dripped from the second floor to the first floor along the hole.

In the corridor on the second floor behind the hole, a black man who was shot in the back was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching like a choked fish.

Proficiency +3, shooting lv3 (43/400)
Dean glanced at the second floor from God's perspective, twirled the trigger with his fingers, and walked up the stairs.

In the corridor, a third skinny black man with a face like a drug addict's pustules turned his gun on the hostage—a man was tied to a chair with tape tied to his mouth, his clothes were messy, and his chest was showing a lot of spring. A young Asian woman whose face was flushed with bright red slap marks, passed out.

"Mare Falk, you are not a policeman, who are you?"

The blacks saw clearly Dean's dark and cool attire, and his whole person suddenly became ill. How could they suddenly run out of a psychopath in the middle of the night and ruin their fortune?
Dean was silent. He caught a glimpse of an Asian man lying in a pool of blood in the bedroom behind the black man from the perspective of God. His face under the sunglasses was as cold as steel, and he suddenly raised his gun.

A faint sound like a whistle.

Scream!

The index finger of the black man who pulled the trigger was caught by an invisible force, and a striking blood hole popped out of the quilt on his chest tissue.

He fell back and lost his breath, his eyes stared at the copper bell, and he died in pain.

"Proficiency +2, shooting lv3 (45/400)."

……

After the triple kill, Dean glanced at the unconscious woman tied to the chair, and took out the plank from his arms.

Mind a move.

Breeze blows.

The translucent soul of the black thug who had just died flew out of the plank and landed in front of Dean, and was instantly fixed by the shadow of the past.

Dean picked up the plank and looked through the glass.

The mental power was transferred into the M1900, and the gun was aimed at the ghost.

Soul bomb!

biu!

The bullet with a faint green glow pierced into the ghost's body and got stuck in it.

As if a stone was thrown into a calm lake, in an instant, circles of ripples filled with blue light centered on the bullet, quickly washed over the ghost's body.

The face of the black ghost, which was dull like a puppet, suddenly tightened in horror. His hands were hanging on his sides, his big black mouth was opened angrily, and his two eyeballs protruded from his sockets.

It just couldn't make any sound.

Despair and pain turned into black mist.

But just for a second.

The mental power attached to that bullet was exhausted, it could no longer be attached to the ghost's body, and fell to the ground with a bang.

And the ghost's body became more transparent and light than before, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Dean raised his gun.

biu!

Second shot.

Blue light, ripples.

The ghost was completely shattered by the ripples of mental power, and it collapsed into pieces and scattered into the void.

You kill a ghost, proficiency +1, shooting lv3 (46/400).

Two shots.

Dean's eyes under the sunglasses flashed thoughtful.

The ghost can be wiped out with one strike, but it takes two shots to overtake a head with the spirit bullet.

The spirit bullet is less efficient than the Qiban, but it has a longer attack range than the Qiban, has a greater degree of freedom, and consumes very little.

With Dean's physical fitness and mental strength, even if he shoots hundreds of shots in a short period of time, he can bear it.

……

"If you encounter a group of ghosts in the future, let the shadow of the past control the ghost board. I personally use the M1900 to do both."

……

After continuing to kill the remaining two ghosts with spirit bullets, Dean untied the poor woman who had lost her husband, and poured her a glass of cold water to wake her up.

Leave a cold back and leave on a motorcycle!

……

From March to early June, Dean spent his time training and simulating kills, and celebrated his 19th birthday with friends along the way.

This unprecedented period of calm, without triggering any incidents, was so peaceful that Dean was not used to it, and felt faintly uneasy.

But his strength is steadily improving.

Dean Lou

Character level: 4 (30/500)

Age: 18→19
Physique: 15.6→16.1
Strength: 12.5→13.1
Sensitivity: 13.7→14.3
Perception: 12.9→13.1
Spirit: 16 → 16.1
Will: 13.4→13.5
Ability: 6/6
Fighting lv3 (5/400)
Shooting lv3 (46→100/400)
Shadow of the Past lv1 (117→187/200)
Red Dragon Meditation lv2 (75→145/300)
Mimic lv1 (25→97/200)
Fantasy space lv0, volume 2 cubic meters.

Feats: Ironman Intermediate, Paranormal Hunter Novice

System ability: God's perspective lv3: range 30 meters.

……

Fighting has quietly risen to lv3, and now his fighting skills are not inferior to champions such as UFC and MMA. He has reached the peak of human beings, and he can kill people with just a few gestures.

(End of this chapter)