Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 66 66. The First Support Mission

As soon as Dean got home, he saw Holden Ford, who was dressed in a black suit and gentle in the yard, raised his chin towards him.

"Where have you been these few days? No one can be found in the hospital or at home."

"Dude, it's summer vacation, I've been lying in the hospital for a month, why can't I go out and play for a few days?"

Dean took out his keys and opened the door, put away his luggage, Holden followed into the house, sat down on the sofa, clapped his hands, and joked,

"Don't be nervous, I'm just worried that you ran out and burned someone's house again and killed a few people."

Dean's eyelids jumped, and he took two glasses of water and put them on the coffee table as if nothing had happened, and tore open a bag of potato chips.

"Did you and Alvin go to Compton on errands?"

"The result was tortuous, but under the testimony of Alvin, the murderers of the Blood Gang have been punished by law, and are currently locked up in San Quentin Prison in California, waiting in line for the death penalty."

Dean nodded with satisfaction.

"Where's Alvin?"

Holden reached out and took out a large handful of potato chips, threw them into his mouth and Kazkaz got up,
"Following the lawyer to deal with the inheritance issue, he said to invite us after building the house."

"Don't run around here and now, just participate in volunteer training honestly. I will inform you when you have a formal identity and come across a suitable case."

"OK."

……

The days became very regular. Dean went to the field of struggle shooting range to practice pistol shooting every morning, and practiced the shooting skills and inspiration he had acquired after his proficiency improved.

In the afternoon, I joined LVPD's law, police, and first-aid training. The process was boring and cumbersome, but Dean had already memorized a lot of materials, so there was no big problem.

In the evening, Dean went home and trained on the newly bought fighting dummy: eye poking, throat cutting, vaginal leg lifting, double peak piercing ears... and simple equipment training.

Two hours a day, until the whole body is covered with sweat, I summon "Shadow" for 8 minutes of extreme spiritual tempering, followed by another round of three-hour meditation.

Finally, this fulfilling day ends in a solid sleep.

……

There was also a small episode in the middle. After the trip to Santa Monica, Gretchen seemed to regard Dean as a training partner, and often invited him to train and fight together.

A training ground filled with various fitness equipment such as sandbags, dumbbells, barbells, and tension machines.

under bright light.

With a small black vest on the upper body and boxers on the lower body, the tall and sexy girl flicked the braids behind her head, stepped on the smooth wooden floor, and rushed to the opposite side like electricity.

With the inertia of running, she suddenly threw her leg towards Dean, and her slender and strong right leg fell from top to bottom like a battle ax with the sound of the wind!
Facing the oncoming shadow, Dean rubbed his body and straightened up, his right shoulder bumped into the attacking thigh with an unbiased impact.

an exclamation.

The girl's body was driven by a huge force, her left foot left the ground, and she flew backwards into the air.

Dean embraced it skillfully with his outstretched hands, stepped forward, and a delicate body full of vitality and elasticity was knocked to the floor.

The girl's temples were wet with sweat, her cheeks were rosy, and the neckline of the vest on her chest showed a touch of whiteness, but she didn't care about her indecent posture and the other's glances, and her blue eyes stared at Dean proudly. ,

"Go on, I must beat you once today."

"Let me take a breath first."

Dean let go of her thighs and lay down on the floor beside her, with his hands on the back of his head, crossing his legs leisurely.

"How's Abby doing these days?"

"It's the same as before, knocking on my door every day, looking for trouble." Gretchen stroked her temple hair helplessly, with a hint of distress on her face, "I'll always be like a child who doesn't grow up."

"Woof!" There was a burst of enthusiastic barking from the gate of the training room.

A big golden retriever rushed between the two of them and lay down, sticking out its tongue and giggling, frantically swinging its buttocks, and beating the hostess and Dean's thighs with its big fluffy tail like a drumstick.

"Haha, Coco, when will Abby be as mature and sensible as you?" Gretchen smiled and patted the dog's head,
"Wang Wang!"

Amidst the cheerful and continuous calls, the big golden retriever excitedly turned his head and glanced at Dean, as if he was saying, what are you doing in a daze, come and touch me.

Dean didn't like keeping dogs because he thought it was messy, but he loved teasing other people's dogs.

"Suck, suck, suck" a few times, stretched out his hand and moved wildly, and the dog's mouth immediately licked his face.

"What did you eat? Your saliva smells so bad! Shut up, stop licking, I tell you not to lick it! I'll take revenge on your mistress after licking again?"

Wang Wang!

……

The summer vacation ended and Nevada State High School started. Nothing major happened. Time quickly entered September. Dean successfully completed his training and became an official LVPD volunteer, waiting for his first duty.

That night, Dean was frantically ravaging the fighting dummies in the living room, checking the harvest of more than a month.

Visible progress has been made in skills and attributes.

Spirit: 14.2 → 14.3
Strength: 10.6→10.7
Sensitivity: 12.1→12.2
格斗lv1(111/200→134/200)
射击lv1(57/200→80/200)
Shadow of the Past lv0 (46→92/100)
Balance meditation method lv1 (5→51/200)
"Yes, the upgrade of 'Shadow' is not far away."

Dean nodded happily, and suddenly heard the ringing of the newly installed landline next to the TV,
"Good evening, Dean, I'm Thomas Allen."

A fat face with kind eyebrows and kind eyes appeared in Dean's mind,

"Good evening, Thomas, why are you suddenly contacting me when you're not at home with your wife and Gretchen?"

"That slick Carol is busy going to celebrate his son's birthday and let me take over, so I need you to share a little work tonight. If you are free, come to LVPD and we will perform tasks together. If you are busy, I will call Gretchen. "

"Wait for me for half an hour."

Dean wiped his sweat.

Put on some clothes and rush to the door of LVPD.

"It's very kind of you to come and help me old guy."

Thomas gave him a warm hug when he came up, looking up and down at this handsome young man with his small eyes, just like an old man looking at his son-in-law, the more he looks more satisfied.

"By the way, it has been hard for you to train with Gretchen during this period of time. My daughter is just like his mother, with a stubborn temper and no seriousness in her shots."

Thomas was complaining, but a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
"No, she also helped me a lot." Dean said with a smile, "Speaking of which, what difficult challenge has been arranged for me today?"

"You're going to be disappointed, the task is very simple, drive around a few streets with me and patrol until twelve o'clock at night."

"Not bad, just enjoy the night view of Las Vegas."

……

Dean followed Thomas into the police station, and quickly changed into a full volunteer outfit:

Khaki police uniform of LVPD with volunteer badge, gloves, swing stick, pen and notepad, a duty belt...

"Can I carry a gun?"

"Sorry, according to the regulations, volunteers do not have law enforcement powers and cannot hold deadly weapons, not even their own guns."

Dean nodded, clenched his cudgel, and swung it casually a few times. The air crackled, the lv1 fighting skill was activated, and a lot of tips about using short stick weapons flooded into his mind. Feeling confident, "Swinging the stick is enough."

"set off!"

"Haha, Thomas, take our Lake Mead hero to patrol?"

There were not many police officers in the police station at night, but they greeted and teased Thomas warmly when they saw Thomas.

"Can't I take my son-in-law for supper? Are you jealous? Who told you that your wife didn't have a daughter?"

Thomas is open to all comers.

Dean greeted him with a helpless smile. This guy really didn't care about Gretchen's face.

……

After leaving the police station, Dean got into Thomas's police car, and Allen in the driver turned to look at him,
"Dean, I have been on duty with dozens of volunteers, and you are the most relaxed newcomer I have ever seen on a mission for the first time."

"Holden mentioned that the volunteer mission is not dangerous, so you don't need to scare yourself." Dean smiled casually. He already had eleven lives under his command. It was not easy to make him nervous.

"Knowing and doing are two different things. You are born to eat this bowl of rice." Thomas turned the steering wheel, and the police car drove onto the main road, heading towards the Las Vegas border.

"You have been patrolling all these years, when was the most dangerous time?" Dean looked out the window casually, patrolling seriously, only to find that there were a lot of Garth homeless people on Lasville Street.

"In the past ten years, in order to build a tourist city and operate casinos to attract tourists, Las Vegas has been very strict in security management, and the number of police officers in the LVPD has far exceeded that of the general city police department. Most of the crises have been stifled in the bud. The rest are generally just small disputes, tourists making troubles and the like..."

Thomas recalled,

"But occasionally there are exceptions. The most dangerous time, I found a weed seller on the corner of the street. Before I had time to shout, the guy hid in the back of the car and shot me. We fought for 5 minutes, and the door was full of bullets. hole, and the tire blew out."

"and then?"

"I got a minor injury, the guy went to God."

Thomas paused and reminded,
"Dean, it's good to relax. It proves that you have excellent mental quality. But don't relax completely. Proper tension will help the mission, especially when participating in night missions. Most criminal activities are carried out at night."

"Well, remember!"

Suddenly there was a sound from the machine.

"Al99, East Eighth Street District, many people called the police saying that someone was making trouble at the entrance of the bar."

"AL99 received."

"Dean, everything will be under my command later."

Thomas gave Dean a look, then turned on the lights and drove to the destination.

　Thank you Mu Mukong for your support!Thank you for your monthly tickets and recommended tickets for your support!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)