Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 117 117. Chef, Red Dragon Club
你摧毁了一头幽灵，熟练度+1，格斗lv2(136→137/200)。

Dean watched Tegan Fran's soul shatter into pieces and scattered into the air, retracted the plank, and turned his eyes to the dimly lit sky outside the window,
Soul Interrogation verified that the guy wasn't lying.

But it is a pity that yesterday, the three of them searched the streets and parking lots of the mysterious guest revealed by Tegen all night along the streets and parking lots of the Las Vegas Lake District. Even the shadow of the DR-4539 off-road vehicle was missing. did not find.

The lake area is really not small. If you search for it indiscriminately, it will be difficult to find clues in a short time with the strength of the three of them alone.

Dean sighed, left the house, and got into the car on the side of the road.

Paque was leaning on the co-pilot with his eyes closed, while Ruster looked out the window quietly. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was flushed, and he looked tired and excited.

After shooting that scum, his immature temperament faded away, and his whole person suddenly matured and stabilized a lot.

"Did you take a shower?" Lust urged, "How about we kidnap the scar-faced boss, the owner of Casino Royale? He must know more about the mysterious guest!"

"Ahem... how can it be that simple?" Paqui turned his head and looked at Rust in surprise. Not long ago, he was a high school student who had just killed someone, and now he is striding forward to kidnap for the second time. Is it for him? Too much stimulation?
"The owner of the casino is not a little guy like Tegan. There must be several bodyguards around him. The risk of kidnapping him will be at least ten times higher. If we are not careful, we will have to bury ourselves in it."

"The owner of the casino doesn't know the information about the mysterious guest." Dean had already asked the answer from Tegan's soul. "Let's go back to LVPD first. We have been asking for clues for the past few days. If we don't go today, it may cause suspicion. You still have to dress up."

"I'll ask Holden to help find the license plate number."

……

LVPD equipment room.

Dean and Ruster bought a big bag of hearty breakfast as usual, and pretended to ask,
"Have you found Scarface's whereabouts?"

Karl shook his head regretfully,
"I feel that Scarface is probably not a native of Las Vegas."

Dean carefully looked at his expression to confirm that he was not lying, but he was sure that someone else in the LVPD was covering up for Tegan.

"Back to the point," Carl said, "two new news, one good and one bad, which one to listen to first?"

"bad news."

"This is the surveillance video sent by the patrol team..." Holden, who had been staring at the TV screen, turned around and hooked his hands at the two. There were two faint dark bags under his eyes, which made him look old. how old.

A parking lot and the familiar F-150 appeared on the screen.

"Patrols located Grace's car at a gas station in California ... parked there for more than 48 hours, but no one was in the car, and Grace's whereabouts are unknown."

Dean nodded, which was consistent with what they learned from Tegan last night. Grace was picked up by a mysterious guest in another car.

"So, this video proves that Grace has entered California, and this has turned into a cross-state case. LVPD can only use the process that is more complicated than quantum mechanics to apply to the FBI for assistance?"

"Unfortunately, but that's all."

"The good news is... Grace made a brief stop at the gas station before she went missing." Holden changed the surveillance video, and the scene changed from the parking lot outside the gas station to the gas station store full of various goods.

Grace is standing in front of a row of shelves picking products.

"Pay attention to the store entrance..."

A man wearing a black hooded sweater and a mask covering his entire face, including his hair, entered the store.

Go straight to the row of shelves behind Grace.

Dean unconsciously moved closer to the screen.

The two arms of this guy who hides his head and shows his tail are very muscular, and the sweater can't hide the strong outline, which doesn't match his well-proportioned figure.

"The second person who came in had a problem."

"You can see it. He stayed behind Grace for a full minute."

Holden pressed pause and pointed to Grace's face in the picture,
The picture flowed again, and the three pairs of eyes vaguely saw Grace's lips opening and closing.

"Gris is communicating with this hooded man back to back."

Dean originally came to LVPD to deal with it casually, but he didn't expect to have a surprise. This sneaky hooded man is likely to be the mysterious guest who made Grace go out for an appointment.

Holden pressed the fast-forward button, and the screen jumped a few times. The man in the hood and Grace walked out of the monitoring range from the west side of the parking lot until they disappeared.

……

"You two, don't be so discouraged." Carl patted the hamburger crumbs off his hands and comforted him, "At least we know the height and build of the suspect, so we can ask the police brothers in California for help first."

Dean forced a smile, this clue could not help them quickly find the DR-4539 off-road vehicle.

"The clues are far more than these." Holden chewed the hot dog, and suddenly smiled unpredictablely. "Observe this hooded man carefully, he contains a lot of information."

"About five feet eleven inches tall, with a medium build, and unusually thick arms?" The two stared at the image on the screen,
"Details! The first joint of his left middle finger."

"It's like a Band-Aid, a bandage? What does that mean, have your fingers been hurt?" Rust looked at Holden with a confused expression, and Dean rubbed his knuckles in deep thought.

Holden doesn't answer, letting the scene continue, then pause.

On the screen, the man's right hand picked up a small commodity and looked at it. The three of them could just see the palm and fingertips of his right hand.

"Pay attention to the first joint of his right index finger."

"Deep and thick calluses." Dean guessed, "The calluses on the right index finger and the wound on the left middle finger joint are related to the suspect's work?"

"Yes."

Holden smiled approvingly, "The back of the middle finger of the left hand, most people can't hurt much, but the chef may cut this piece of meat when cutting the ingredients."

Dean and Ruster looked at each other, suddenly,

"And the callus on the first part of the right index finger is a symbol of a professional chef. Holding a kitchen knife, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, stirring, and repeating these actions over time, the fingers will grind blisters at first. When the blisters are worn away, You get calluses over time. Also, this guy has huge arms that are way too big for his size. He uses his hands a lot in his work."

Holden paused, his eyes with dark circles glowed with confidence,

"All these details add up, and I'm [-]% sure...he's a skilled cook, and he's not just good at Western food."

Dean and Ruster looked at each other, with a hint of excitement in their expressions.

This mysterious guest is actually a chef?
That meant he was likely working for a restaurant, an important piece of information that narrowed their search in the Lake District of Las Vegas.

Next, they should search all the restaurants in the area!
The investigation progress jumped to 60.00% five!
Dean gave Holden a thumbs up, "An ordinary surveillance video can actually analyze so much hidden information."

"When you are older and have more experience, you will be able to see it."

"Ahem..." Carl touched the bare Mediterranean Sea, and comforted in a slightly awkward voice, "You two, the clues are almost in front of you."

"As you can see, we can't go to California because of the bureau's regulations and manpower pressure. But Holden and I will continue to collect leads locally."

"Thanks, you guys helped me a lot."

"Don't be so nasty, kid."

"Last, be strong, your life hasn't begun yet."

"I understand, but Grace must be alive!"

……

After a while, while going to the bathroom, Dean took the opportunity to quietly pass Holden the license plate number, asking him to help him find it in private.

Then he left LVPD and returned to the car to share the harvest with Paque.

"These policemen are not all trash." A look of surprise flashed in Paqui's eyes, "Let's go to the Lake District to find a restaurant."

……

The Las Vegas Lake District is built around an artificial lake by Lake Mead. It is not as bustling as the strip, but it has beautiful scenery and a quiet environment. It is a vibrant resort with a country club atmosphere.

Most of them are villas and residential areas.

This time, after the three of them drove all the way to the Lake District, they bought a yellow page, and based on the addresses of various restaurants and restaurants recorded on it... began to check one by one.

The three of them drove along the food street one by one, looking for the black off-road vehicle DR-4539.

Occasionally, Dean also enters the building, using God's perspective to scout for staff members who are similar in appearance to the man with the hood and mask in the surveillance video in the morning.

……

However, from more than [-]:[-] in the morning until [-]:[-] in the afternoon, more than [-] companies were investigated and all suspicions were ruled out.

"How many houses are left?" Ruster looked at the dark sky with some despair, and he shrank his shoulders when the cold wind blew outside the window.

"35." Dean closed the yellow page and looked at Paqui, "Are all the restaurants listed in this yellow page?"

"Not necessarily, some have not been registered. In short, hurry up and try to find the target before dark."

……

The sky was getting dimmer.

The car went all the way through the lakeside street and the trails between buildings, and visited 32 shops.

As they continued on their way, Bronco suddenly slowed down the car.

"What's the matter, man?"

"Next to that house!" Dean pointed to a black off-road vehicle under a palm tree behind the street guardrail.

"DR-4359! Faco, it's the one that took Grace away!" Ruster screamed excitedly, and immediately covered his mouth again.

Next to the vehicle, there is a single building with several floors, which is located in a remote and uninhabited place, and no other buildings can be seen within a few hundred meters nearby - the pure black glass doors and windows of this building are tightly closed, making it impossible to see clearly interior decoration.

Two bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stood guard at the door. They were tall, powerful, and had stern faces. They had obviously received professional military training.

"Is this a restaurant?"

"Well, Red Dragon Club, that's what it says on it." Paqui looked at the yellow pages, "but it doesn't seem to be open to the public."

Dean's brows were tightly frowned, and the perspective of God swept away. The two bodyguards were equipped with two guns under their black suits, and a camera was installed above their heads.

What impressed him even more.

In the center of the two cameras, there is a signboard. The red lines depict a lifelike giant dragon, covered with rouge-like red scales, and its pupils are shining like rubies. It stands up and vibrates its wings, stretching its neck. Howling, as if to fly out from this background, spit out flames to its heart's content, burning the world to ashes.

And on its curved and hovering dragon horns, its name is engraved-Dragon Rougue (red dragon)
The pure black gate, the red dragon, and the blood-like scales.

Dean was in a trance for a moment, and had a strong sense of déjà vu.

The letters above the head Dagon Rougue, DR, Red Dragon.

Where did he see it.

The brain is running fast.

Dean held his breath, and a golden invitation flashed in the air in front of his eyes. It was an unknown golden invitation he found in the safe of hunter Leighton Stone's family!
The patterns and letters on the invitation are exactly the same as the gate of this building!
The original corresponding location is here!

The progress jumped to 70.00%!

What is the connection between this Red Dragon Club and Leighton Stone?
Dean thought of a nightmare possibility, his face turned pale, and then he shook his head again.

When he tortured the souls of Leighton Stone's family, the family clearly confirmed that there were no other hunters in Las Vegas.

So it shouldn't be.

"Man, what's wrong with you, you look bad."

Rust glanced back at him, then looked at the black building with fighting spirit, where Paque was talking to the guard.

"I was wondering how to get in." Dean sighed.

……

"I can't get in." Paque returned to the car, "I've confirmed that this is a private club and it's not open to the public. Only members and invitees are allowed to enter."

"Member?" Lust was curious,

"You can only enter the event with some kind of identity token, invitation card, invitation letter, or membership card." Paqui said, "There seems to be an event tonight. We have to plan and sneak in carefully."

Hearing this, Dean glanced at the description of the incident again, and asked that he must bring Rust to find the answer together. He felt a deep malice, but he had to speak,
"What if I have an invitation?"

(End of this chapter)