Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 92.
Dean rode his motorcycle home after leaving Holden's house, intending to go to the manor in North Las Vegas to meet Gru Stone after making sufficient preparations.

As a result, he parked the car at the door of his house, and he habitually turned on the God's perspective to check the situation in the house. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and a sense of strangeness spontaneously emerged.

have a guest"?
Dean instinctively summoned the ghost armor to protect his body, and walked cautiously to the door.

God's perspective scans the kitchen, dark corners, behind the sofa, and the corridor on the second floor in a 360-degree view without blind spots.

Immediately raised eyebrows.

Two black figures wearing black stand-up collar windbreakers and hoods covering their faces are hiding furtively on both sides of the corridor on the second floor, holding some kind of small object in both hands, but they are too far away to see clearly.

He opened the door as if nothing had happened, entered the living room, twisted his wrist again, and locked the door with a click.

thump... thump... thump

Dean hummed a ditty, and walked down the stairs to the second floor with a relaxed expression.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The old wooden stairs creaked like coffin planks.

God's perspective finally saw the equipment in their hands, a pistol with a silencer in their left hand, and a slender transparent syringe with a small amount of liquid in their right hand.

Dean continued walking without composure, like an idiot aiming for a gun with his eyes closed.

The black image near the outer wall bowed slightly like a cat, and slowly approached the person who was about to go upstairs.

He moved his right elbow, raised the hand holding the syringe, pointed the needle port forward, and with a single step, the needle could be pierced into the target's body.

But the two had no idea what kind of enemy they were facing.

The invisible shadow dances.

A gust of cold wind swept across the corridor and brushed their faces.

It was as cold as the hands of the dead, and the two couldn't help shivering, with goosebumps appearing all over their bodies.

puff!
next second!
The wrist of the man on the inside trembled uncontrollably, and the thought force deflected the cold needle in his palm, aiming at his own chin.

One poke, one click.

The liquid in the tube was injected into the attacker's body in an instant, and the bottom was reached.

"Fake!"

Two exclamations came one after another, and at the moment they were frightened, Dean suddenly rushed up the stairs with one step——

Lv2 fighting starts.

On weekdays, the lore skill that has been tempered and honed appeared at this time, as if it was a conditioned reflex.

Turn around and lift your legs!
The toe of the left toe stretched straight, like a sharp dagger, with a short and sharp sound of piercing through the air, and kicked towards the crotch of the black shadow who was close at hand.

As soon as Hei Ying pulled out the empty needle tube on his chin, before he could react, he was kicked to the vitals by Dean's unreserved force with a "poof".

The crotch exploded into a ball of blood red.

The man curled up in severe pain, his eyes under the hood suddenly turned white, and a large hideous blood vessel emerged from his neck.

The body's self-protection mechanism made him lose consciousness for a moment.

The suppressed pistol slipped from his hand.

People also fell forward.

But Dean crossed his hands and pushed, using the semi-conscious man as a shield, pushing towards his companion behind him.

The companion retreated in a hurry, raised Kruger and pulled the trigger in an attempt to shoot Dean who was hiding behind.

But the trigger seemed to be stuck by something, and he didn't pull it twice in a row.

He could no longer make any counterattacks, and was carried by the meat shield and staggered a few steps backwards and slammed into the wall next to him, hitting his spine on the edge of the wall.

He grunted and his face turned pale.

boom!
Dean threw an uppercut from behind the shoulder of the tank, breaking the bridge of his nose and tilting it to one side, and the blood was divided into two red marks.

A strong sourness poured into the brain, and the weapon in the man's hand fell to the ground.

But it's not over yet!
The meat shield slipped, revealing a gap.

Puchi!

Tom!
Dean struck twice like lightning.

The horizontal palm cut into his trachea, and when he screamed silently while holding his throat, he flew up and hit his crotch with a knee.

"Proficiency +1, fighting lv2 (88/300)
The man who fell up and down lost his legs, knelt forward and fell into a pile with his companions, and was immediately stabbed in the neck.

The fight lasted less than five seconds to end.

The anesthetic began to take effect, and the two people bound by the shadow gradually fell into a coma.

Dean put away the two silencer pistols on the ground, searched the attackers again, found a bunch of keys, and took off their hoods—two horse faces with bushy beards, deep eye sockets, hooked noses, about three years old. Teens.

Even in a coma, the corners of his mouth still twitched in pain.

……

"Fucking with me, you even used anesthesia needles?"

Dean's eyes turned, and the fierce fighting in the house ended instantly, and the sound was covered by "Shadow", without disturbing the neighbors around at all.

What next?Call the police?

In the past, he might consider calling the police. After all, LVPD has many acquaintances, so they will naturally help him take care of these two killers.

But after Gru Stone was acquitted, his trust in the LVPD plummeted.

"I solve it myself, but I can't make the house dirty."

He suppressed the naked killing intent in his eyes, quickly cleaned up the shallow blood on the ground, and found a rope to tie the two into the car.

……

After driving to the wilderness, Dean took off one person's coat for spare, and threw them into the grassy sand.

He took out the silencer pistol and pointed it at the forehead, one person at a time.

"Shhhh..."

“熟练度+5*2，射击lv1(200/200)
Upgrade?

Yes!
Shoot lv1 → lv2 (0/300)

Sensitivity: 12.7→13.2
Perception: 10.8→11.8
……

Burning, intense itching.

The ligaments, tendons and nerves, especially near the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, seem to be crawling, pulling, biting, and repaired one by one.

But after a while, the strangeness disappeared.

Dean felt a lot of practical knowledge of sniper rifles pouring into his mind, and when he opened his eyes, the star-like light in his eyes flashed away.

With a little improvement in perception, his perception has approached the limit of 12 for normal people, and the world immediately becomes different.

The dark night quietly added a touch of bright color, and the visibility increased significantly. Every thorn on the cactus ten meters away could be seen clearly.

The cheeks, the back of the hands, and the skin can clearly feel the night wind blowing and the direction of air flow.

The smell of blood in the nose, the fragrance of grass and the smell of earth became more intense.

……

There are also some unexplainable changes that come from intuition.

……

He twisted his wrists and ankles, moved his limbs, felt the flexible body, and showed an expression of enjoyment.

When his agility was 12.7 and his strength was 11.4, his 10-meter test was [-] seconds.

Now with an agility of 13.2, he is confident that he can run to 9 seconds and win the Olympic 8-meter trapeze world champion.

……

Depress and cheer up.

Dean took out the ji board, felt the two new spirits in it, and the corner of his mouth curved.

The living may be deceived by lies, but the dead cannot tell lies.

The old routine, pouring alcohol on the body, igniting the corpse with a fire.

He drove back, but Dean didn't go home. He wasn't sure if there would be more killers coming. He rented a room in an unmonitored hotel in the urban area, took out the psychic board and the divination board, and arranged them slightly. some.

A translucent hazy soul floats in front of me,

Dean gently turned the altar with his left hand and began to interrogate.
"name…"

zizi-

The divining board turned and pieced together on the divination board——

"Tardio Keaton."

"age?"

"35."

"Profession?"

"Hired killer."

"Why attack me?"

"Accept private entrustment."

"Whose entrustment? How much was paid."

"Gru Stone, twenty thousand dollars."

"The son of Stone Real Estate?"

"Yes."

Dean's pupils shrank.

This bastard is actually faster than himself!
But [-] knives bought one's own life. In this day and age, human life is so worthless?

"Am I stabbing a hornet's nest? Rich second generation, big businessman, politician?"

"I don't intend to deal with you openly, but I want to play dirty with me..." Dean's eyes flashed a breathtaking cold light. "I can only stay with you to the end."

He turned back to the dull-faced ghost,

"Why did Gru Stone ask you to anesthetize me instead of killing me? What did he want me to do?"

"I don't know."

"Where were you going to send me?"

"Old Town Vegas, 121 Palm Street."

The destination is not the manor of the Stone family.

Dean made a note of the address.

"When will it be delivered?"

"Before dawn at six o'clock this morning, otherwise the commission will be void."

Dean glanced at the wall clock, it was three o'clock in the morning, and there was plenty of time.

"Is there a code, the link language."

"Knock the door three times, stop for one second, knock three more times, put the 'goods' outside the door, and leave."

"Well, I'm a 'human flesh sandbag' worth [-] knives?" Dean smiled sarcastically. Is this going to tie people up there, beat and torture him, in order to avenge the mall?
Dean stopped smiling and suddenly realized a problem.

"Before me, did you help Shi Dong kidnap others?"

"Yes."

"Everyone, name, age, address, time of kidnapping, tell them all."

“马克·艾姆西…38岁，红枫大道26号…1980年1月15号，凌晨一点。”

The soul pushed the plank to piece together a large section of information, which could no longer be remembered by the brain alone, so Dean took out a pen and paper and recorded it all.

Shocking 10 names.

From the perspective of age and name, there are men, women and children, from remote suburbs, towns outside Las Vegas, and even across states.

All were tied up this year, evenly distributed from January to October.

About one a month.

Dean himself is the meat ticket for November.

"The rich are really superior to others. They hired people to kidnap so many innocent people, and they didn't have any shit." Dean's eyes became more mocking, "A big fish is in the center of Las Vegas, under the eyelids of LVPD commit crimes down there, and no one sees it."

However, it is also possible that Gru started to cover up and spent money to cover up.

If he hadn't happened to be tied to Dean, this silent crime would obviously continue.

"Have you ever helped Gru dispose of the body?" Dean then asked,
"NO."

Dean rubbed his temples,

"Could it be that this noble son disposes of the corpse by himself? He will never put people back."

There are many residents on Palm Street, and it is not easy to dispose of 10 corpses without anyone noticing, without revealing any signs of the show.

"Or he hired another professional to dispose of the body."

Thinking of this, Dean suddenly had a wonderful intuition.

Gru Stone's string of kidnappings wasn't just about torture, fun, or selling.

Besides, why take the huge risk of kidnapping Tim Cambage himself while at Macy's when he can pay someone to do it? It's so uncool.

All kinds of doubts piled up in my heart.

A bright red prompt flashed across the system suddenly.

Trigger a new event - purpose

The youngest son of the Stone family hired people to commit many kidnapping cases. He asked to "keep alive" and "deliver the goods to your door". The kidnapping time was surprisingly regular, almost one month apart. The victims were of all ages, both men and women. have.

And he accidentally shot Tim himself.

All kinds of signs make you feel a little strange.

Now, use your abilities to find out the truth - what is the real purpose of Gru Stone's frequent kidnappings?
Event Difficulty: Easy

Progress (0/100)

Duration: 24 hours
Reward: 30 experience
Penalty: None…

……

Dean's eyes lit up, and there really was a second incident hidden!
He turned to the ghost with a dull expression, his eyes turned cold,
"The matter is almost over, I will give you a ride!"

The plank in Dean's hand turned into a sharp sword and poked forward.

Tardio Keaton's soul was instantly wiped out.

Dean summoned another soul, asked again, confirmed that the two answers were consistent, and sent it away with a poke.

“你使用乩板摧毁了一头幽灵*2，熟练度+1*2，格斗lv2(90/300)
……

Two cold lights lit up in the dark room.

Dean pulled the sleeve, the bullet was loaded, and he glanced at the mimic skill. There were still a few days before the cooldown ended.

But he couldn't wait.

"Old accounts have not been eliminated and new accounts have been added."

"Gru sent someone to capture me with a tranquilizer gun this time, but next time he might shoot me with a sniper rifle, and I would surely die."

"Immediate action is necessary to resolve the trouble once and for all."

"121 Palm Street."

"I'll just feel a little bit wronged and personally deliver the goods to your door, and I'll give you a big surprise."

(End of this chapter)