Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 108 108. The Return of Paque
After the escort girl case, Dean's life was back on track, going to school and training. After all, Lucville's lawyers were not always entrusted.

On the contrary, Holden became enthusiastic about supernatural things after witnessing the ghost with his own eyes. Every day after get off work, he came to Dean's house to eat, discuss the knowledge about psychics he had collected, and invite them to practice summoning rituals in the abandoned shackles nearby.

In return, Holden also taught Dean some introductory theories of profiling, as well as practical psychological skills-overcoming one's own negative emotions and soothing others' emotions.

Dean was originally mentally disturbed and had huge emotional ups and downs. These skills were of great benefit to him, and he learned them very hard.

In a fulfilling life, January is fleeting.

……

Gretchen's living room.

"In the early morning of February 1981, 2, a shooting occurred in the back alley of the Henderson Sixth Street Tunnel Bar. A 5-year-old middle-aged man was killed. It is reported that the deceased had been charged with robbery and murder not long ago. , but was released due to insufficient evidence."

After the TV noise flickered, a plump female reporter with blond hair and blue eyes in a red open-chested dress appeared on the screen.
"This is already the third attack in the surrounding area of ​​Las Vegas this month... Surveillance data shows that the murderer is the same person, about six feet three in height, black leather jacket, sunglasses, wearing a black mask, and riding a black car. Indiana Chief Motorcycle...if you have any more information please call 432...contact the news station, there will be a big reward."

"Vegas morning news reporter Catherine Medici is broadcasting for you, please continue to pay attention to this station for more news..."

Hereby—

Standing in front of the coffee table, wearing only a pair of shorts and showing muscular muscles, Dean turned off the TV,
"Jayne Harden's identity should be changed, and he cannot continue to commit crimes in a short time."

From January to February, he changed his thinking of simulating in the past, and used LVPD and Holden's channels to get in touch with criminal materials suspected of robbery, rape, and child abuse.

The law cannot sanction them.

So Dean took the initiative to track and kill the three scum under the duplicated image.

This efficiency is much higher than that of driving a motorcycle aimlessly to search for criminals.

He finally brushed up his Mimic proficiency.

Simulated lv1 (4/200),

Blood duplication time: 1 day → 4 hours
Mimic maximum duration: 2 days → 4 days

Mimic Cooldown: 7 days → 4 days

Dean rubbed his chin,
“拟形间隔由1周缩短为4天，1个月7次，但每次获取熟练度上限缩减为4点。”

"You can get 1 proficiency points in one month, and it will take seven months to fill up the 28 points to upgrade,"

"It's getting harder and harder to improve skills."

……

However, the improvement of the mimicry level will increase the stamina by 1 point: 14.6→15.6.

Dean recalled, with palpitations on his face.

Breaking through the threshold of 15 in physique is more painful than the first simulation. The whole body is like being repeatedly roasted by flames for 5 minutes. The pain is so painful that Dean almost gnaws his teeth, but the benefits are also huge.

Dean stretched out his arm and rubbed it. His skin was as smooth as silk, and the ugly burns had completely disappeared, as if he had never been injured.

Dean closed his eyes and felt his heart beating more steadily and powerfully. He could hear the sound of blood rushing in his veins. The surging blood and vitality in his body were like a warm stove, baking his body all the time.

Coupled with the support of the intermediate iron man, he is almost invulnerable to cold and heat, tireless, and can keep energetic for two days with three hours of sleep at a time.

At the same time, the defensive power of his skin, muscles, and bones became inhuman.

He fought with fighting enthusiasts like Gretchen with his bare hands, protecting the key parts and vital points so that the opponent could fight at will without any harm.

It doesn't matter if the opponent holds a knife. If you don't aim at his key parts and attack with all your strength, you can only scratch his skin shallowly.

……

Dean looked at the panel,

Character level: 3 (200/400)

Age: 18
Physical: 15.6
Power: 12.4
Sensitivity: 13.2
Perception: 11.8→11.9
Spirit: 15.3
Will: 13.3
Feats: Ironman Intermediate, Paranormal Hunter Novice

Ability: 5/5
Fighting lv2 (120→135/300)
Shooting lv2 (49→70/300)
Shadow of the Past lv1 (87→117/200)
Balance meditation method lv2 (0→40/300)
Mimic lv1 (4/200)
System ability: God's perspective lv2: range 20 meters.

"Now train and develop in a low-key and stable manner, and wait for the next convergence law to occur."

"Unfortunately, the expansion of the 5/5 ability field has no clue yet."

"What a pity? Why do you get up so early?"

A soft greeting interrupted Dean's thoughts, and a fiery delicate body pressed tightly against his broad back from behind, and a pair of hands encircled his waist.

Gretchen rested her chin on his shoulder, took a breath of hot air coquettishly, a few strands of black hair mischievously brushed the side of his face, and at the same time her cool little hands caressed the man's chest and abdomen muscles dishonestly.

Dean smiled and stroked her hair,
"It's still early? It's already five o'clock in the afternoon. A little later, Martina and Thomas should come back from their appointment. Then they find that I slept with their daughter in their house, and they didn't chase me to death."

While talking, he stroked Gretchen's hair, put on his clothes like lightning,
"Let's go, see you later."

……

In the evening, Dean hurried home.

From far away, you can see the smoke from the opposite yard, like marshmallows dotted in the orange fire clouds, exuding the mouth-watering aromas of pepper, lemon juice, honey, tomato sauce, etc.

When Dean entered the yard, he saw Jacob, who was as burly as a grizzly bear in suspenders and jeans, and Tangya, who was slender in a black and white nun's dress, smearing seasoning on the grilled meat.

"Where did you go during the day? Come and taste it." Tang Ya smiled kindly and handed over a plate of roasted sizzling beef brisket, mixed with a few pieces of crispy potatoes.

"Well... Auntie's craftsmanship is still as good as ever." Dean breathed hot air, and gave a thumbs up,
"Don't just know how to eat, come here to help brush materials." Jacob handed him a wool brush, but exchanged a look with Tang Ya secretly,
Dean's heart moved, and he scanned the interior of the two-story building behind him from the perspective of God, and suddenly found a tall black shadow hidden in it.

Di installed the sauce, brushed the meat, and turned it over as if nothing had happened.

"Silly boy, where is the sharpness of shooting the gun? You don't even know how to do anything. Watch my movements." Jacob immediately began to chatter to attract his attention.

Tang Ya wiped the grease off her hands with a white cloth and quietly walked to his left, forming a circle from left to right.

A tall figure stepped out of the door lightly, and approached the grill silently, holding his breath.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Dean wiped the sweat from his brow, as if he knew nothing.

Hei Ying grinned ferociously at the corner of his mouth, bowed his back, bent his knees and opened his hands, aiming at his lower back.

A huge shadow like a howling hill pressed down on the ignorant boy.

The moment the sneak attack was about to succeed.

Dean suddenly turned around like a prophet, bent his knees, lowered his head, bowed his waist, and passed through the man's grasping hands as nimbly as a civet cat, and at the same time threw himself into his arms with the door open.

Dean put his hands together!
The muscles under the clothes exploded, and the steel-like arms tightly locked the man's waist.

At the same time, both legs rushed forward, like a runaway rhino running two meters back with the man's feet off the ground.

Pfft!
Knock down hard.

Dean pressed down with the help of inertia and body gravity.

The ground trembled slightly, and the sneak attacker let out a muffled groan, and was crushed to the ground in an instant, no matter how hard he tried his best, he couldn't break free!

"Shet!"

"I surrender!"

The man quickly slapped the lawn with his left hand a few times, and Dean let go of the restraint and pulled him up.

"Stinky boy, do you have eyes in the back of your head? Can you spot it? Are you trying to murder me so hard?" The big man with yellow skin, black hair tied into a ponytail, and as tough as a door god rubbed his back. There was a gratified smile on his fierce face.

Although the temperature is low in winter.

He was still only wearing a gray waistcoat, revealing two arms as muscular as rocks.

"I'm just retaliation. Didn't you always teach me that?"

Dean raised his head and smiled knowingly, opened his hands, and gave the big man a big hug.

"Welcome home, Uncle Paque!"

Tang Ya and Jacob stood side by side looking at the two family members gathered together, with brighter smiles on their faces.

　Thanks for everything is different, Uncle Fusheng for your support!Thank you for your monthly tickets and recommended tickets for your support!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)