Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 45 45. New Events

Holden went to contact the police, and Dean sat with Alvin on the stairs outside the door.

The cool breeze passing through the door dispelled the blood and heat in the air.

"So you've been hiding in that house across the way since you drove over from Compton, Los Angeles?"

Dean looked up, and there was a gray wooden house across the road, similar in structure to the house they were in.

"There was no one in that house, so I borrowed it." Alvin rubbed his face covered with green stubble and wrinkles.

The brown hair that hasn't been washed for a long time emits a pungent smell of sweat in the wind, dust and food residues shake off the dusty jacket, and a pair of thick black bags hang under the eyes. People look old and decadent.

Dean asked again,

"Why don't you live in your relative's house? By the way, what is his relationship with you? What's his name?"

Alvin hesitated for a second, then said sadly,
"He's my own brother, Panon Garcia, who lives in Henderson and I live in Compton."

"The time I found it was very unfortunate. He was not at home, and he hadn't seen anyone for a week."

"And I don't know why, I couldn't sleep well in Panon's house, so I changed to the opposite house, and I finally got a good night's sleep, and luckily avoided the blood gang killer."

The "God's Perspective" that Dean opened just happened to find that when the man said "I can't sleep well", a trace of fear flashed across his face.

"To this day, Mr. COP."

"Dean, call me Dean, I'm just a LVPD reserve volunteer, the Holden Ford just now is a real COP."

"That makes no difference to me. Thanks to you guys who subdued the killer, otherwise I would never have the chance to see Panon again." Alvin extended his hand gratefully and shook Dean.

His hands were thick with black calluses, dead skin, and chapped, like an old pair of hard shell gloves.

Dean asked, "What do you do in Compton, Los Angeles?"

"I've been unemployed for many years and have been wandering the streets of Compton." Alvin smiled self-deprecatingly,

"Before that?"

Alvin stared at the sky in a daze,

"Before that, I had a big house and a decent job, but suddenly one day the economy was down, I was laid off, and I couldn't find a job for a long time. I had to pay off my credit card, pay the support of my ex-wife, and the overwhelming bills weighed on me. come down."

"But within a few months, the house was auctioned off, I was in debt, broke, and I had to take to the streets."

A typical middle-class American nightmare.

Dean sighed and just wanted to continue asking for details.

Holden appears on the street.

……

"In about five minutes, someone from the Henderson Police Department will come."

Holden and Dean learned about the conversation just now, sat down on Alvin's right, looked up and down,

"You really know how to hide."

"Sorry, you know the style of the blood gang. Today, you also saw what they did - from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, hundreds of kilometers, they did not hesitate to send people to chase me and kill me. I have no one A tramp without a penny will surely die if he does not leave."

"Where did they get your brother Parnon's address?" Dean interjected,
"I talked to a few friends on the street that I have a relative in Henderson. Well, the Blood Gang must have asked the news from them." Alvin thought.

"Back to the point." Holden persuaded, "In my opinion, it's safer for you to stay honestly in Compton, Los Angeles. The police station will send someone to protect your important witness."

"You're right, you have a strict witness protection plan. But that's before I testify in court, after the verdict is over and the criminal is in prison?" Alvin asked with some fear, "I'm still worried about the police. Is it worth it? Will you still send someone to protect me? Will the Blood Gang let me, a little guy who offended them?"

Facing repeated questioning, Holden sighed.

"If you are willing to go back and testify again, after the matter is over, I promise you..." Holden said solemnly, "The Compton Police Department will send you out of Los Angeles and find a safe place for you to settle down. A sum of money."

Dean raised his eyebrows after hearing this.

Is this FBI willing to do this for a case that has nothing to do with him?

Alvin was silent, covered his face, thought for 5 minutes, then took a deep breath,

"Listen, both of you, thank you for your help today. For this reason, I am willing to take the risk of returning to Compton."

He paused,
"But before that, I have a request. I don't want money, and I don't need you to send me to a safe place. I just want to see my brother Parnon. He was supposed to live in this house, but I have been waiting No one."

"I have only one family member left, and I can feel that he is somewhere nearby."

"I must see him as soon as possible!"

He stood up excitedly, screaming so hard that his voice became hoarse.

Then he suddenly hissed and gasped while covering his stomach, his facial features were crowded together, red and congested.

"What's the matter, buddy? Shall I take you to the hospital?" Dean quickly stood up and supported him.

"No, no! No big problem."

He grabbed Dean's hand tightly, his body trembled, his face twisted, it took a full minute to calm down, wiped the sweat off his face, and apologized,

"I've been hungry and full for the past few years, and I've suffered from some stomach problems, but it doesn't matter to me, I just ask you to help find Panon."

Alvin fell silent.

A large block of bright red text flashed before Dean's eyes.

You trigger a new event - brother (1/1)

You found Alvin Garcia, a witness to a murder in Los Angeles in Henderson, who agreed to go back as a witness, but he made you an additional request—

Help Alvin Garcia reunite with his brother Panon Garcia and see their end.

Event Difficulty: Moderate

Progress (5/100)

Duration: one week

Reward: Basic reward 110 experience points + special reward (depending on the result)

Penalty: None…

……

"I have acquaintances in the Henderson and Vegas government departments." Holden called Dean's attention back. Garcia, right? I remember, but I can't guarantee. This is America, and countless people go missing every year."

"No, Panon is not missing, he just went out for a trip..."

Alvin's tone was firm, but his eyes were erratic, as if he didn't even believe the answer.

"I hope so." Holden pondered, "You follow me to a safe place later. Also, help me to testify that we were attacked by the killers of the blood gang and had no choice but to fight back."

……

Soon, Henderson's police station came.

Because someone died at the scene, several police cars and an ambulance came at once.

A bald police officer got out of the car, confirmed Holden's FBI ID, shook hands enthusiastically, and began to explain the whole process to him.

Several police officers opened the cordon at the scene, took photos for files, and collected the bullet casings and traces left by Dean and the two killers by the way.

The personnel in the ambulance checked the two killers, and after confirming that they were both dead, they took away their bodies first.

At the request of a police officer, Dean handed in the murderous Colt M1911A1, and was wrapped up by two strong men and got into a police car bound for Henderson Police Station.

If it wasn't for Holden's argument, he would still have to be handcuffed.

In the narrow carriage, I saw two police officers with guns sticking close to me.

Dean felt a little helpless. The Lake Mead incident didn't have such a big momentum to kill three people, and now he was a criminal who was escorted back to prison.

But it's useless to think too much, he looked at the system information with peace of mind.

"Sure enough, the FBI's Holden is a mission trigger, contributing a new incident on the first day of cooperation."

Moreover, it is a medium difficulty that has never been seen before, 110 experience points, more than the rewards of the previous three simple difficulties, including [-] points from the Lake Mead incident.

But the phrase "witness their end" in the incident made Dean feel inexplicably heavy and depressed.

"Is it possible that finding Panon Garcia is more troublesome and dangerous than facing the siege of three gunmen with AK47 at the same time in Lake Mead?"

……

Henderson Police Department.

The scale is far inferior to the Las Vegas Central Police Department.

Most of the police officers were out on duty, and there were only a few people in the office area, which seemed unusually deserted.

Dean was sent directly into the interrogation room with four white walls. There was only a table for his handcuffed hands and a small uncomfortable chair.

Dean stayed bored for a long time.

Finally, two young police officers in suits with cold faces came in and began to interrogate. Kill two criminals, all details.

"How do you determine the exact location of the enemy on the second floor?" A wide-jawed police detective with his hands on his hips curiously asked the biggest doubt, "Can you hit the target through a layer of wood?"

"The situation was dangerous at that time. If you went up the stairs to the second floor, you would actively send your head to the gun." Dean thought for a while, "But I heard him running on the second floor with loud footsteps. A few shots, I didn't expect to hit the target."

Dean explained, reminding himself secretly.

It is so troublesome to kill two blood gang bastards, so in the future, we must either not kill one, or make sure that there are no witnesses or surveillance at the scene, and no one will be left.

"Holden, thank you for your advice."

……

The two police officers exchanged glances, and another middle-aged police officer knocked on the door of the interrogation room and called them outside for a chat.

When the two returned again, their eyes became apologetic and surprised,
"You're Dean from the Lake Mead incident?"

"I'm Dean in the 11th grade of Nevada State High School." Dean answered truthfully.

"That's it, the hero of Las Vegas, who has faced three AK47s, no wonder he can deal with two blood gang killers." The detective's attitude changed drastically, and he untied Dean's handcuffs neatly, Changing from the coldness before, the tone was unusually gentle, "I'm sorry to have locked you up for so long, but this is the rule in the bureau, and we can only act in accordance with the rules and regulations."

"I can understand the responsibility."

"Then what happened today..."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in talking nonsense with the media." Dean said, wondering if the current police station is so afraid of public opinion?

The two police detectives were obviously relieved, and when they looked at him again, they suddenly became more affectionate.

"Where's my gun?"

Dean rubbed his sore wrists, twisted his neck, and there was a crisp sound all over his body.

"After we confirm the identity of the deceased and close the case, you can come and pick it up. Well, up to two days."

Dean nodded. He still had a spare Colt in his car for self-defense.

……

Before Dean left, the two police officers asked him intimately if he needed professional and free psychological counseling.

Dean flatly refused.

There was no sense of guilt for this killing, but some excitement. He didn't think he had any psychological problems.

The two began to pull each other hard again,
"Little brother, you have such a good skill, it's a waste of not being a COP. After graduating from high school, if you are interested, you can come to the Henderson Police Department to report. We are different from the large police department like LVPD, we are happy to open for talent' Fast admission channel', omitting cumbersome steps and strict admission requirements, with your skills, you only need to get a few years of qualifications before you will be entrusted with important tasks."

"I will consider."

……

On the side of the road in front of the police station.

Dean sat on the co-pilot of the white Bronco, turned his head to look at the back row, and Alvin smiled at him.

Holden, who was steering the wheel, noticed his stinky face, the corners of his mouth were bent, and he was inexplicably happy.
"It's all resolved?"

"Well, I didn't expect that the name of the hero of Lake Mead can be used as a 'talisman'."

"In recent years, the trend has become more and more obvious. Media reports and public opinion have rapidly expanded their influence on the police department and the government. Sometimes they can even completely change the outcome of a case."

"Let good and evil be reversed."

Holden seemed to recall the bad past, a trace of melancholy flashed across his face, but he quickly turned firm,
"Dean, wait until tomorrow, Panon's house will be unsealed, you take Alvin to check it, and then visit other residents in the block to collect clues."

"I'm going to find a relationship to investigate the news about Panon Garcia."

"OK."

(End of this chapter)