Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 12 12. Paque's Guidance

In the evening, the blazing sun turned from peak to decline.

Students poured out of the school gate in an endless stream.

By the parking lot.

"Mona is actually the kind of person who played with your feelings and cheated you of two thousand dollars. This matter can't be left alone." Rust and Dean said angrily, pushing the bicycle side by side, "You should call the police .”

Dean shook his head without hesitation.

"Then I'll go to the sewer with you tomorrow and catch her out!"

"Are you sure you want to ask for leave? Are you afraid of affecting your grades?"

"You can't let my brother take risks alone!" Rust gritted his teeth, "You should pay more attention, these two days you have often asked for leave, and several teachers have objected to you and plan to deduct your usual grades."

"Don't worry, I've already said that there was a thief at home, and they understand." Dean looked towards the east side of the school, and there was a signboard of a bicycle shop hanging on the street about 500 meters away, just in time to repair a tire.

"In class in the afternoon, I heard that some students are trying to deal with you, in order to please Bob."

The two discussed in low voices and pushed the cart along the street, but they didn't go very far.

Under a row of streetlights, three young men came to block their way, with stern faces, looking very nervous.

Two very tall Caucasians, one Asian, with prominent cheekbones, and two shallow nasolabial folds on the side of the nose at a young age,

"I'm Karen Takei, and you're Dean?"

The man of Japanese descent stuck his neck and tried to pretend to be calm, but his voice trembled involuntarily. The confusion of the pronunciation of l and r was quite funny. He should be a Japanese immigrant not long ago.

Dean raised his chin to let him continue, turning his gaze to the two tall white men, noticing that they were hiding something with their hands behind their backs.

Dean quietly pressed the handle of the bicycle tightly, while Ruster pressed a tin can in the schoolbag, and clasped the iron ring with his index finger.

"Did you know Bob's throwing a birthday party at the top of Mon Carlo?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Mr. Bob is generous. He invited all his classmates to join the party and enjoy the fun together. But what did you do?" The Japanese suddenly raised his voice, his cheeks flushed and angrily shouted, "You shamelessly attacked Bob, you are a Despicable villain, scum!"

"You should be ashamed and regretful!"

"You must pay for what you did!"

Dean smiled disdainfully at Xiao Tian.

The Japanese suddenly yelled and punched him in the face.

But Dean was already prepared, shrank his neck back to avoid the fist, and at the same time pressed the bicycle frame under him with both hands and pushed forward.

puff!
The wheel hit Takei's crotch impartially.

You used a special weapon (bicycle) to hit Karen Takei's lower body, +1 combat proficiency.

A battle record flashed in the system.

Takei covered his crotch with both hands, screaming like a drake!

puff!
Slide to get close.

Dean followed with a left hook that shut him up.

Two white men rushed over with the things behind them,

A pungent smell diffused into the air with the wind.

They flicked.

Crashing, a large expanse of green paint splashed in mid-air like a waterfall, and the green light rushed towards Dean.

Dean rolled nimbly on the ground.

Big flecks of paint hit the air, staining the ground and light poles green.

But there are still quite a few splashed on Dean's body.

The back and left half of his face turned cold instantly, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

The strong white man jumped up and kicked him on the shoulders, kicking with the strength of a football player and kicking Dean backwards.

The second white man walked around behind him, and was about to raise his foot to attack the back of his head, when he suddenly touched the side of his face with a horrified expression, and let out an earth-shattering roar, like a weak girl besieged by mobs!
A strong pungent smell seeped into every corner of his body like amniotic fluid.

He inhaled too much "biochemical poisonous gas" in an instant, dizzy, unable to control his body, just fell on his back and convulsed, and opened his mouth to spit out a piece of overnight meal juice.

The white man who was chasing Dean turned his head and saw his teammate fell to the ground miserably - muddy and viscous soup poured over his head and face, and a long, flat herring with gleaming scales was caught between his collar and neck In the meantime, a pair of cute fish eyes widened, and a silent greeting.

Am I fragrant?
As soon as the breeze blew, the suffocating stench entangled him instantly,
"Wow!"

How to describe it?
It was comparable to an old toilet that hadn't been cleaned for ten years, and the stench that penetrated into the soul made him stay where he was, and his whole body trembled.

Dean took the opportunity to swing the one-shoulder backpack, and the backpack drew a beautiful arc in the air like a meteor hammer, hitting his head with precision.

You hit the enemy's head with a special weapon (single shoulder bag), +1 (30/100) to combat proficiency.

Dean stepped on the ground, turned his hips, twisted his waist and sent his shoulders. A straight left fist hit his bloated belly like a shell fired from a chamber. A palm cut his trachea, he swallowed the pain back into his stomach, clutched his throat and lay down on the ground.

Dean wiped the paint on his side face with his sleeve, and looked around. In just a few seconds, the two tall white men lost their combat effectiveness.

Takei, the only Japanese male who was still standing, saw the situation was not good, resisted the pain in his crotch, and fled towards the intersection with a limp. Several high school students watching the excitement at the corner shrank their heads back in fright.

Dean caught up with him in a few steps, kicked him in the lower back, and kicked him to the ground.

His fists slashed left and right, hitting his back.

It wasn't until Takei was dying and he received the prompt of proficiency +1 again, that he didn't stop.

So far, the three intruders have all turned into dead dogs.

"A few brats dare to sneak up on me."

Dean pinched his nose, turned around and gave a thumbs up to Rust, who was pouring herring juice into the white man's mouth,

"Nice job, man!"

"The power of canned food is really amazing!"

Rust looked at the empty tin in his hand, with a sense of accomplishment on his face, and a smile of surprise and admiration on the corner of his mouth.

"It's just that the smell is too bad, Grace will definitely scold me to death!"

Dean smiled unsatisfactorily. With the blessing of Iron Man talent, this short and intense conflict hardly made him feel tired at all.

The shoulder hurt by the big white man's kick then returned to normal.

In the past, not to mention hurting muscles and bones, at least cultivate for a while.

"Last, we'll meet at school tomorrow morning, you go back tonight and prepare some things."

……

Repair the tires.

Dean and Ruster went home separately.

"Is there paint on your body? Why is there a strange smell? It fell into the toilet?"

Paque, who was smoking on a deck chair in the yard, joked a few words,

"I got into a fight with someone, but they were worse, I'm going to take a shower!"

Dean rushed into the bathroom and barely washed off most of the paint on his body with olive oil and soap, but there was nothing he could do with the hair. He simply found a pair of scissors and cut it off, leaving only finger-thick, clean and fresh hair. short inch.

The only bad thing was that no matter how much he scrubbed, he couldn't get rid of the smell of canned herring that he accidentally got on.

This smell will be with him for at least a few days.

……

"Yes, this hairstyle suits you very well, and you don't look so naive after all. Bless your ancestors. Your kid has perfectly inherited all the advantages of Guangming and Leia's appearance, and he will definitely be a handsome guy in the future. However, you go to the sewers in Vegas what?"

Paqui ate a spoonful of cherry pie. There was no barbecue for Tangya and Jacob today, so he could only settle for dinner casually.

Although Dean is from the Celestial Dynasty, he doesn't have much cooking talent, so he has three meals as he pleases, as long as he can eat enough.

"A friend is missing. He used to live in the sewer. I want to go and have a look. Do you know anything about that place?"

"Your girlfriend?" Paqui carefully observed his nephew's face, saw him stop chewing, and knew what he was thinking, "You are going to the sewer, either go in through the manhole cover, or go ten kilometers south of the school, see the interstate highway sign After the card, go further west to find the nearest drain."

"It's dark and damp inside. The overall structure is very similar to a subway station in New York, but there are many forks and it's easy to get lost."

"Except for the rainy season, other seasons are not as dirty as I imagined. After a little tidying up, it can live in people. If a generator is installed, it is not much different from an ordinary house. It's just easy to lose things."

"I heard that some criminals like to trade in the sewers?" Dean asked.

"It doesn't happen every day. If you are unlucky and bump into it, remember to turn around and leave immediately. Don't just stand there and stare like a cop, and take the initiative to send it to someone's gun." Paqui gave advice, "Most of the people living inside They are liars, don't trust them, and don't show sympathy too much, be careful to be deceived until you have no underwear left."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

"You really plan to remember to wear thicker clothes, so that no one can see your Chinese face, and bring plenty of flashlights and self-defense weapons, such as baseball bats. Also, don't dig too deep, you might get lost. Someone help you. If you see a no-entry sign in a tunnel, don't confront others."

Paqui licked off the last bits of bread crumbs on his fingers, still a little uneasy,

"Forget it, I will accompany you tomorrow, or ask Jacob to accompany you! If something happens to you, I can't explain to your missing parents."

"Don't worry, I have a classmate to go with me."

Dean bulged the muscles that were beginning to take shape in his arms.

Hearing this, Paqui's eyes slowly swept across his nephew's calm face, and he looked at him without fear,
"This time I came back and found that you have changed so much that I can barely recognize it. Could it be that the effect of falling in love once is so magical? It can make a boy grow into a man quickly?"

Dean picked up the second hamburger from the plate, stuffed it into his mouth and said casually,

"Uncle Paqui, do you think these changes are good or bad?"

"Stinky boy, you've learned to be smart and know how to change the subject." Paqui scolded with a smile.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was over, and talked about the precautions for sewer exploration.

"Dean, since you entered high school, our uncles and nephews have never sat in the yard and talked together like today. You are very similar to your dad. You always hide everything in your heart and don't want to share it with your family. , not in our Comanche tradition."

"I've realized my mistake, uncle, let's have a good chat tonight." Dean accepted humbly.

Paque laughed, the tattoo on the back of his neck glistening, and went inside to get a case of beer to drink with Dean's Tropicana.

He talked about Dean's dead parents, who suddenly disappeared during a trip to their hometown in Indiana eight summers ago, and the COP's investigation did not reach a conclusion.

He talked about his past service in New York.

……

Dean also curiously asked why his uncle was single so far.

"People like me are naturally suitable for a wandering life. I was young in the past and have an unstable personality. It is difficult to settle down in one place. But this time, after finishing the work at hand, I plan to leave Nevada, maybe go back to my hometown in Indiana to hang out. .At that time, you kid will either work or go to college, and you should know how to support yourself."

……

When the moon rises to the very center of the sky.

Dean suddenly felt a little eager to try. He just had a full meal. Under the influence of Iron Man's talent, the food quickly transformed into a vigorous energy with nowhere to vent.

"Uncle Paqui, you have been a soldier, so you must be proficient in unarmed combat, right?"

"I have practiced a little, but not much. Unless you are a professional wrestler or boxer, hand-to-hand combat is not very practical for real combat." Seeing that the other party was silent, Paqui enlightened,
"Let me tell you a joke. Good hand-to-hand combat requires the following—

1 You and your partner got lost

2 you lost your gun

3 You also lost the knife
4 You lost your belt, helmet, sapper shovel, and anything that could be used as a weapon.

5 Where you are there is no grass, neither stone nor brick nor stick nor even sand will be found,

6 It so happens that your opponent is also stupid enough to meet the above conditions.

Then, you can have a great fight. "

Dean nodded after listening.

In the real battle of life and death, no one will accompany you to fight with bare hands.

But now, he needs a suitable opponent.

"Now do you understand that it is better to be vigilant and practice shooting well if you do a lot of combat training." Paque changed his voice, "But if you think about it, you can also practice properly for self-defense at school, exercise your body and will."

"Paqui, can you practice with me?" Dean got up, jumped on the spot, and stretched his muscles a few times, "Don't hit too lightly or too hard."

Pacqui twisted his neck and cracked his fists, and the 1.9-meter tall man suddenly moved—legs bent, separated slightly wider than the shoulders, head slightly lowered, arms stretched forward ,

"Be mentally prepared, the process may be a little different from what you think, but uncle is for your own good, let you understand the cruelty of reality in advance, let you—"

The voice stopped abruptly!

A black shadow like the top of a mountain came head-on.

Dean, who was unprepared, was breathless. He wanted to dodge, but his body couldn't react in time, and he stood there like a stone sculpture.

boom!
Paque slammed into him like a speeding train, wrapping his hands around his waist like steel pliers.

boom!
Knock him down hard.

The back of his head gently tapped the grass, and Dean seemed to have a stereo in his head, buzzing,

"You don't talk about Wude, you sneak attack me?"

Dean's blurred vision became clear again.

On the opposite side, Paqui contemptuously hooked his fingers at him.

"Rookie, this is the first lesson, stay vigilant at all times, and don't listen to the enemy's nonsense."

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