Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 44 44. Blood Gang Killer

Holden took Dean to an office on the third floor and found a female office worker.

"Shirley, help our hero Dean Lu to register as a volunteer. Don't worry about age, the director has specially approved it."

"Now there are fewer and fewer young people with a sense of justice like you." The woman took out a few forms from the filing cabinet next to her and handed them to Dean, "So, after graduation, will you apply for the LVPD police academy? ?”

"Maybe."

Dean sat on the table next to him with the paperwork and began to fill out the form, which was similar to the questionnaire he had done at the Silent Shotgun Shop.

It's done in minutes.

The woman put away the form, "When the bureau confirms that your identity and background are okay, they will arrange for you to receive [-] weeks of training, and you can choose your spare time to participate in the training. After you pass all of them, you will officially become a LVPD volunteer."

"What kind of training is there?"

"Law, first aid at the scene, police situations, physical training, etc."

Dean nodded inexplicably.

After the registration is completed, it will take a few days to investigate the background temporarily, and lvpd has not made any arrangements.

Holden took him straight away.

When he went out and saw the glowing white SUV under the canopy, his expression suddenly became like a macho man seeing a peerless beauty,
"That's right. It's much more beautiful than my Mercury Colony Park. Does this license plate number 19800502DNL have any special meaning?"

"The date of my rebirth."

"Great, I love this car."

Holden turned his head and glanced at his wood-painted station wagon not far away, thinking for a moment,

"Why don't you just drive it?"

"Okay, but you have to reimburse me for gas."

……

"Go south...on the highway and go straight."

Holden sat alone in the back row, spreading his hands to the sides as far as possible to feel the soft car sofa behind him, with a comfortable expression,
"Dear passenger, please tell me your destination." Dean cleared his throat and asked slightly jokingly,
"Henderson, 389 South Red Maple Avenue, an old house in the suburbs. We are going to find Alvin Garcia. Male, 48 years old, about six feet tall, weighing 200 pounds, short brown hair, blue eyes... "

"A suspect?" Dean asked.

"It's a long story."

Holden explained the ins and outs very intimately and in detail,

"Three months ago, when I was giving a speech at the Los Angeles Police Department, I encountered a case. A Chinese family of three who ran a restaurant in Chinatown was murdered. The only witness was Alvin Garcia, a homeless man who lived outside their home. "

Chinese, a family of three was wiped out?

Dean's expression darkened suddenly, and his hand holding the steering wheel tightened.

"What bastard did it? Why did you do it?"

"Don't get excited, buddy, and don't think about doing stupid things. Listen to me. According to Alvin's confession and my portrait, the police have caught the suspect, a core member of the Blood Gang."

"What organization is the Blood Gang?" Dean quietly took out another Colt full of .45ACP ammunition from the storage box he was driving, and replaced the empty ammunition in the holster under his armpit.

"There are two big black gangs on the West Coast, the Blood and the Lame. They were originally created to protect black people from the mafia and racism, but they have turned sour."

"Their main business has become robbery, buying and selling 'herbal medicines'."

"The two gangs are incompatible with each other. They rob and rob at least several times a week. There are countless deaths and injuries in the gang, and they often hurt innocent people. They are the two scourges of the West Coast."

"So it's a black criminal organization."

Dean suddenly realized.

Holden continued,
"The suspect is a member of the Blood Gang, just the day before the trial. An important witness, Alvin Garcia, refused to testify in court because he was worried about being retaliated by the Blood Gang, and quickly fled Los Angeles."

The United States is vast and sparsely populated. In addition, the Internet has not yet developed in this era, and the flow of information is slow. Finding someone who is determined to hide is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"Then? Don't tell me that the murderer of the Blood Gang was just acquitted in court."

"Unfortunately, there is no other conclusive evidence pointing to the killer."

Holden admitted the bad ending, his pupils constricted, his tone became cold,
"But things can't be left alone. I found out in Las Vegas that the eyewitness Alvin Garcia has a relative living in Henderson, and he is likely to defect here."

"It's not official business. It's not good for you to catch the murderer. It's completely voluntary to go to the police?" Dean suddenly felt that this guy who was full of reason was very pleasing to the eye, "I didn't see that you are cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and you are quite righteous feeling."

"Wrong, I wanted to find out why the murderer wanted to kill the family." Holden said seriously, "A core figure in a black gang grew up in a very special environment, so he is worth interviewing. But first, he has to be interviewed." Lock it up."

"So next we need to find Alvin and persuade him to testify against the murderer again?" Dean emphasized loudly on purpose, and observed the system panel, but unfortunately failed to trigger new events such as "Find Alvin Garcia". Some key element is missing.

"The murderer's name?" Dean turned the steering wheel, and the car pulled into another street.

Holden noticed his changing expression, as if he could see through his thoughts,

"Boy, look in the mirror and look at your rabbit-like red eyes. Are you addicted to killing? It's okay if you like to fight and kill, but you have to cooperate with me and abide by the rules, principles and bottom line, understand?"

Dean remained noncommittal.

……

Henderson is located on the southeast side of Las Vegas, less than an hour drive from downtown.

The population of Henderson in Nevada is second only to Las Vegas and Reno. With the advantage of being adjacent to the casino city and cheaper housing prices, it has attracted many people to move to the emerging area in recent years. neighborhood.

But compared to Las Vegas, which is full of shopping malls and hotels, its development is seriously lagging and uneven-half of the houses on the street are new and show prosperity, while half are old and frighteningly old.

Hongfeng Avenue is located in the depths of the old and desolate old city near the mountainous area.

Dean stopped the car and searched down the street with Holden.

The street was full of depression and decay. Dean looked along the street, but there was not a car on the road, not even a ghost.

One house was covered in vines, with large holes in the windows and roof, apparently unoccupied for a long time, another house was dismantled into a pile of broken and rotting wood, and a house in the distance seemed to have been burned and was charred.

"Holden, are you sure that Alvin will stay in this no shit place?"

"I'm not an omniscient God, how can I guess his mind? I don't even know who the owner of this house is." Holden was also a little uncertain, "This is just a possible foothold."

15 minutes,

The two found No. 369 Hongfeng Avenue in a remote corner, a small two-story wooden building standing on the side of the road, with no front and rear yards, and the yellowed wood showed a long age.

……

The two first searched for the trash can by the side of the road, but it was empty.

Go up a few steps and come to the gate.

bang, bang...

bang, bang...

Knocked for 1 minute.

No response.

"No one lives in this place for a long time." Holden pondered, reached out and touched the doorknob and window sill, and retracted his fingers to see that it was covered with a thick layer of dust.

He took a step back, looking thoughtfully at the faint handprints on the balcony railing on the second floor.

And Dean quietly approached the wooden door, sinking into the system.

With a thought, turn on the "God's Perspective" function.

For an instant.

His eyes were dark and then bright, and his eyes passed through the wooden door and entered the interior of the room, an area within five meters from the door.

No lights on.

A dark piece.

A ray of sunlight from a window near the back kitchen gave Dean a dim view—

The original mechanical lock on the door was broken, but a push rod lock was locked tightly.

Behind the door is a pair of wooden stairs that slope upwards, and on the right side is a vertical sofa, coffee table, and TV.

There was nothing on the coffee table.

There is no sign of human activity.

But when Dean turned his gaze back to the vicinity of the stairs, he suddenly froze.

A pair of coquettish red sneakers appeared at the top of the stairs and was slowly moving down the stairs.

Then there are black-skinned calves, red sports shorts, and a T-shirt with a red five-pointed star...

The last big black head appeared in Dean's "God's Vision",

Young, in his twenties, expressionless, cold as steel, black skin and red underwear formed an unusually strong color contrast, which left a deep impression on Dean.

The black man held a pistol in both hands, squatted and moved down,

Apparently, he was planning to approach the gate silently, give the two people outside the gate a hard blow, and send them to God.

……

next second.

The invisible "shadow" flew out of Dean's body and turned into a ghost armor to block the gate to prevent the black man from shooting suddenly.

Dean maintained his vision of God, lowered his voice and looked at the people around him,

"Holden, you said before that the murderer is the core figure of the Blood Gang?"

"Well, relatives of the boss of the blood gang."

The black man on the stairs heard the conversation outside the door, his movements slowed down, and his body suddenly froze.

"Is it possible that they will send gang killers to Henderson to hunt down and kill Alvin, the only witness, to solve the murderer's future troubles?"

While admiring the expression of the black man inside the door, Dean raised his voice and asked loudly.

"Then they have to find this clue first!"

"What are the characteristics of the blood gang?"

"I like red, and I usually have the iconic red star on my body." Holden finally couldn't help it, "Why do you ask that?"

The face of the black man inside the door changed, and he started to fight at the same time!
boom!
A sudden gunshot shattered the tranquility of Xiaosuo Street.

The white wooden door suddenly opened a small hole, and the sunlight passed through the hole, illuminating the darkness inside the door.

"careful!"

Dean and Holden greeted each other, rolled sideways almost simultaneously, rolled down the platform in front of the door, and rolled to the sides of the house.

Holden quickly pulled out the gun from his suit, took a deep breath, and his face turned blue with tension.

Clearly, the specialist in the Behavioral Sciences Department was not a fighter.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Another three consecutive shots penetrated the wooden door, shot into the outdoor air, and passed the two of them.

There were hurried running sounds from the door, and two shouts with strong black accents.

The ceiling on the second floor of the house was trampled by people.

Through God's perspective, Dean found that the black man who appeared at first had rushed down the stairs, half of his body was hidden behind the corridor, he carefully probed and observed, and fired a shot every two seconds.

He was less than five meters away from Dean.

In addition, half of a foot suddenly appeared in the middle of the stairs leading to the second floor, and the farther place was out of the scope of God's perspective, and Dean could not observe it.

So there are two killers?
Dean's heart was pounding, his eyes were full of longing.

kill them!

boom!
A bullet grazed the top of his head, and a small crater burst in the soil behind him.

Dean suppressed his excitement and asked,

"Holden, is it legal for me to fight back now? According to your previous theory, if I kill them, will I degenerate into the serial killer you call?"

"..."

"Fight back, it's legal and reasonable, and I'll take care of you if there's a problem!" Holden squatted halfway, like an orangutan with his butt sticking out, funny squatting and not daring to move.

"I'm waiting for your words!"

With his right hand, Dean grabbed Colt from the holster under his armpit, undid the safety, pulled the sleeve, and supported the guardrail with his left hand, and he flipped back into the platform in front of the room as lightly as a civet cat.

Hold the Colt with both hands.

He kicked hard at the door with his right foot.

The "shadow" standing in front of him kicked at the same time.

Its force is greater, and the two forces are combined.

With a bang, the door was kicked open!

Dean quickly huddled to the left of the door frame.

Intense sunlight poured into the gate from every opening, dispelling the haze in the room.

The two black people behind the corridor and at the top of the stairs were frightened, and at the same time they aimed at the door and poured bullets frantically.

While the air hissed, several bullet casings emitting green smoke fell to the ground.

Most of the bullets shot into the air, and the floor outside the door was pierced one after another, sending sawdust flying.

Two of them passed through the door frame and hit Dean's position, but were completely blocked by the ghost armor in front of him, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

Dean ordered the "Shadow" who was closely guarded to make room for the muzzle of Colt's gun in his hand.

The expression is focused and calm.

He suddenly returned to the shooting range in the field of struggle, and practiced fixed target shooting.

LV1's shooting ability exploded to the fullest at this moment.

boom!boom!
Wrist shaking!

Muzzle up!

The strong smell of gunpowder diffused into the air.

Two .45 automatic pistol bullets flew out of Colt, passed five meters away from the stairway in an instant, smashed the stair railing, and penetrated precisely into the black man's chest.

In an instant, the kinetic energy of the bullet transformed into a strong impact, shaking the black man's nerves and spinal cord.

After he let out a short scream, his disabled body froze.

The head and upper body are exposed from the cover.

Dean instinctively pulled the third shot.

A cloud of blood burst out of the black man's head.

You kill the target with the M1911A1.

Proficiency +10
Shot lv1 (10/200)
……

Two shots to the chest + one shot to the head = one life.

Dean turned his gaze to the stairs.

The black man on the second floor just finished shooting a magazine and was reloading. When he was swept away by this cold gaze, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

Turn around and hide in the house on the second floor.

Dean didn't choose to run up to the second floor to pursue immediately, but rushed into the living room on the first floor, and quickly circled the entire hall.

At the same time, the God's perspective he opened is like a radar activated by a bat, giving a panoramic view of the movement of the "little insect" on the second floor.

"It" was clinging to the wall of the corridor outside the bedroom, pointing its muzzle at the stairs.

Wait for the enemy to show up before pulling the trigger.

But it is doomed to disappointment.

After confirming that there was no third person on the second floor, Dean suddenly raised his hand to aim at the ceiling and offered the highest etiquette for black people——

Bang bang bang!
Sawdust was flying and holes were blasted in the floor.

Howling, followed by a plop, and the heavy object fell to the ground.

boom!
The fourth shot exploded.

The wailing ceased.

You used the M1911A1... to penetrate the vital point of the target's neck, causing fatal wounds.

Target dies.

Proficiency +9
Shot lv1 (19/200)
……

In less than 1 minutes, the battle was over.

Dean exhaled excitedly.

Reminiscing about the adrenaline rush and a little tingly pleasure.

Compared with the time at Lake Mead, the enemy's firepower this time was much worse, and he almost won an overwhelming victory.

In narrow indoor shootouts, God's perspective makes him almost always in the upper hand position, which is an absolutely powerful cheater.

Now the whole house is back to calm.

There was only the sound of him slowly cleaning the barrel of the gun, and the gurgling sound of the bright red liquid flowing out of the barrel.

……

"This is the end?"

Holding guns in both hands, Holden slowly appeared at the door. Looking at the black man lying on the ground, the glaring pool of blood, and the unscathed companion next to the corpse, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and put the pistol back into the holster.

"Fortunately, I had the foresight to bring you here. How many killers are there?"

"Two, there's another body upstairs." Dean tucked the insurance-on Colt back into the armpit holster.

"Such a ruthless attack, not leaving a living torture?" Holden asked regretfully,

"Have you figured out the situation? Draw your gun and shoot at me, let me keep it?" Dean tapped his temple with lingering fear, "Do you know how dangerous it was just now, I almost got shot in the head!"

Holden laughed.
"Stop pretending, buddy, I've been trying to tell you that your acting skills are terrible. When you rushed through the door just now, you were as excited as you were going to a disco ball."

Dean's expression froze.

Holden walked up the stairs to the second floor, and found the second black man lying face to face in a pool of blood, with bloody bullet holes on his neck.

"As expected of a hero who solved the Lake Mead incident with one enemy and three, but where did you learn this skill at your age?"

"I can't hear what you're saying." Dean changed the subject bluntly, "As an FBI, why aren't you good at shooting?"

"My department is not a combat department. In my opinion, brains are more important than violence." Holden replied calmly.

"Forget it, seriously, what to do with these two corpses now?
"I'll notify the police right away." Holden reassured, "Don't worry, this is a counterattack in self-defense, legal and compliant, and I'm an eyewitness."

"What's more, these Los Angeles gangsters and killers dare to go to Las Vegas to make trouble, and they will die in vain!"

"The cops all over the country never cared about the life and death of gang members."

"But we have to confess to each other about the process of shooting these two men... When someone comes, you have to hand in the weapon to shoot the criminal again. Sorry, this is the rule."

"There's no need for a lawyer, if they ask why you're here, you'll put it all on me."

The two quickly made a good confession.

Holden marveled at his luck from time to time, and a few shots to the head actually hit the killer's vitals on the second floor.

Is this guy the bastard child of Lady Luck?

A voice suddenly came from the door, interrupting their discussion.

"Mr. Cop, I heard movement from the house opposite," a middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes poked his head cautiously out of the door, and asked anxiously, "Is all the bastards of the blood gang dead? ?”

"Alvin Garcia? Finally found you!"

(End of this chapter)