Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 139 139. Contact
On a June afternoon in Las Vegas, the golden sun hangs high in the sky, like a god that has existed since ancient times, emitting golden light to drive away the evil in the world.

Three attackers walked into the parking lot next to each other.

They were all dressed in Kevlar bulletproof vests, with tactical knives and pistols hanging from their waists. Steel helmets and goggles covered most of their faces, except for their chins and tight lips.

The leader held up a huge shield, the surface of which reflected a dark luster in the sun, and the second person holding a McMillan TAC-50 aimed vigilance.

The petite woman who walked in the third place just clasped her hands in black tactical gloves on her waist, without carrying any weapons.

When they glanced at the several anesthetic bullets stuck in Dean's body.

The two began to be in charge of guarding. One squatted down and took off his gloves, and took out a pair of silver handcuffs and ankle shackles. The iron chains connecting the shackles were three times thicker than regular shackles.

Click click.

Dean's hands and feet were baked.

The man found the teardrop-shaped tablet he was carrying, put it in a black plastic bag, and said "Clear" to the walkie-talkie on his chest.

A small white van quickly drove into the parking lot.

The three of them opened the back door of the carriage and carried Dean into a black container that looked like a coffin and was placed upright in the rear carriage.

Lock it, close it.

"GO!"

The pickup truck drove away from the quiet square quickly, leaving only the solitary stretched Lincoln.

……

The van drove onto the I-15 interstate highway.

There were four people sitting in the carriage, surrounded by the "coffin".

Bradley Lincoln in a black windbreaker lit a camel and took a deep breath. The white smoke from his nose surrounded his dark face and narrow eye slits, and his joy was fleeting.

The camel was passed to the black-haired man who had just taken off his helmet beside him. He was an ordinary-looking man who couldn't be found in a crowd of people.

But he flicked his short black hair coquettishly, took a breath of the cigarette, and handed it to the burly blond man opposite, and then it was the sweet-looking red-haired woman's turn.

One bite at a time, like some kind of solemn and quiet ceremony.

Finally, the cigarette was passed to the hand of a rough-looking black-haired woman who was steering the steering wheel in the front row. After taking a deep breath, the woman held it up high and flicked the ash with her fingers.

"cheers!"

"Guys, what did I say before? You can only taste the top delicacy if you hold your breath! 300W is here!"

"NO, Miller, this Asian has two kinds of superpowers. He was shot by your partner without breaking his skin, but barely breaking through the defense." Bradley glanced at his companions with a smile, "It's worth at least 600W."

"With this money, I can live comfortably for another two years." The blond man put his arms around the red-haired woman's shoulders, parted the broken hair on her forehead affectionately, and put his nose against hers, "We The final payment of the villa can also be paid off.”

The woman smiled sweetly, wrapped her hands around the man's neck, and kissed him passionately.

"Hey, you two, this is not a bedroom..." The black-haired man snapped his fingers at the couple, and patted the coffin lid in the middle with fear in his eyes, "How long will the anesthetic last? Will the cargo wake up halfway? "

"Are you still worried about my work?" The rough woman who drove the car turned her head and smiled, "The amount of anesthetic injected into his body can at least make an elephant sleep for two days, and our shackles and coffins are not decorations, believe me, even if it is the end of the world When it comes suddenly, he won't be able to wake up, even if the mummy is resurrected, he has to lie in it for me!"

The woman made repeated promises, and the black-haired man nodded,

"Everyone, let's talk about business. I took a huge risk to find this big fish." Bradley slapped his hands twice to attract the attention of his companions. Spent in a dark secret prison. Once the target finds out, I will be lying in the coffin now."

A sly gleam flashed in Bradley's eyes,

"I took the biggest risk, so I will get [-]% more of the income this time."

The expressions of the remaining four people became tense when they heard the words, and the originally relaxed and harmonious atmosphere in the carriage became subtle.

"You are also involved in the investigation, so you should know how powerful this guy is." Bradley rubbed the coffin lid lightly with his skinny palm, as if he could feel the heartbeat of the prisoner inside, and then he shook his head and sighed, "The rich man, the super criminal , the cannibal, he killed one after the other... From the beginning to the end, there was no one left alive, and the dead souls under his hands add up to at least a hundred."

Brad lit another cigarette and began to puff, every deep wrinkle on his face wriggled as if alive,
"However, his hands and feet were horribly clean, and he never left any clues that might be exposed at the scene of the crime. He also used simulation to create a bunch of realistic fake evidence, playing tricks on those stupid asses of LVPD."

"According to the information I found, this guy is not only a criminal genius, but also a detective. He helped the bureau solve a lot of murder cases, and the speed is fast and the method is strange."

"And he is vigilant and has a keen sense of smell."

"Do you know how scared I was when I investigated him? I didn't dare to come within a hundred yards of him, and I didn't dare to mention his name to my colleagues. I could only bring a group of people in Las Vegas. Si wandered around, pretending to search for the scapegoat bodyguard, for fear of attracting his attention."

"It took me half a year to find out that he was alone from the beginning to the end, without any companions. Otherwise, how dare you do it?"

Several young people were silent, staring at the coffin in the center in unison, only the driver in the front row was still turning the steering wheel.

"By the way, I almost forgot one thing. You have interviewed the case of Abby Clark and Alvin, right?" Bradley picked up a jug from the side, took a sip to moisten his throat, "according to According to my analysis, the criminals in these two cases are all legendary non-human species."

"You should understand how terrifying non-human species are. How dangerous is this high school student who can handle this thing?"

Bradley looked at the quietly serious faces of his four companions, nodded in satisfaction,

"Is it too much for me to lead this sting operation?"

The red-haired girl exchanged glances with her companion, snatched the cigarette from Bradley,

"No matter how powerful this guy is, he fell into your hands?"

"One hundred secrets and one sparse." Bradley explained slowly. "From the details of all the cases, he did it seamlessly. But from the overall point of view, he made a fatal mistake."

"In so many cases, although there is no direct evidence that he was involved, there is his shadow behind it."

"The Luo family died one after another. He and Bob Luo were like fire and water, and they had a big fight at school."

"In the case of the extermination of the group of Latin American gangsters, he once had a conflict with the gangsters at a classmate's birthday party."

"In the case of the Leighton Stone family, he once destroyed Gru Stone's crime of kidnapping children in the shopping mall, and formed a deadly feud with the Stone family."

"The case of Grace being sacrificed by the Red Dragon Club. He is a close friend of Grace's son."

Bradley said one sentence after another, his eyes became brighter and brighter,

"He has a motive for committing crimes."

"Once or twice can be a coincidence, but with so many facts in front of us, God can't conscientiously say that he is innocent."

"Dean Lu is still too young. In just one year, he committed so many shocking crimes in a row in a place like Las Vegas."

"If you give this guy a few more years, oh no, give him another year, I can't fight against him and design to catch him." Bradley looked out the window with lingering fear, the car had already left Las Vegas In Sicheng District, on both sides of the road are bare low hills piled up with yellow sand.

"I can hide as far as I can."

……

"Okay, old buddy, what you said makes sense." The red-haired woman brushed her long hair around her ears and sighed, "You get [-]% of this deal."

"A wise decision." The FBI patted its knees, with a smile on its gloomy face, "But don't worry, I'll take advantage of this time, and next time there is an action, you may also get more."

……

Well…

The four people who were discussing enthusiastically in the carriage did not notice the extremely slight, mosquito-like groans from inside the coffin.

Dean woke up from the darkness, his whole body was sore, his eyelids were heavy as if he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

Moreover, the space he was in was very narrow and cramped, like a closed and dull iron box, and he couldn't move his hands and feet at all.

On his wrists and ankles were cold and strong handcuffs and shackles.

Dean didn't struggle recklessly, his tired brain began to slowly recover and function.

Where am i?

A light flashed in my mind!
I was attacked by sniper rifles and tranquilizer bombs behind the plaza of the shopping mall, and I was locked up.

Dean thought for a moment.

The consciousness came out of the body, instantly penetrated the tight iron plates around it, and entered the compartment of the small truck that was moving.

The sunlight pouring in from the car window revealed five people and a pitch-black coffin.

Three men and two women were fully armed, with various weapons such as sniper rifles and rifles placed at their feet, almost armed to the teeth.

And God's perspective swept across their faces, and Dean in the coffin suddenly realized.

This is not the three people in the Jacqueline program group he once investigated, the thin and gloomy FBI agent Bradley Lincoln.

"My premonition was right. These bastards are investigating me. But I'm really calm. I won't do anything until I relax completely today."

Dean, who has experienced many big scenes, didn't feel too much tension or fear, only a hint of anger.

"Hit me with a sniper rifle and tranquilizer bullets, great greeting."

Fortunately, he was saved by the Intermediate Ironman Specialty, which had been upgraded once. The Specialty's resistance to abnormal physical conditions played a miraculous effect, allowing him to wake up from the anesthesia long in advance.

……

"Responsiveness, looking for opportunities to 'pay back the gift'!"

After making up his mind, Dean lay obediently in the coffin, restrained his breathing and movement, tried his best to let go of God's perspective, and quietly observed the movement in the carriage.

……

"By the way, I found this thing from him. Let's see what it is?" The black-haired man took out a teardrop-shaped shaman from the plastic bag and showed it in his palm.

The red-haired woman rubbed her chin, took the board and rubbed it, observed,

"Isn't this the ghost board in the psychic ritual of Halloween's repertoire? Add a board with engraved letters and numbers to try to talk to the dead. Of course, 90.00% of nine people don't have that kind of talent, so they can only use It entertains itself."

Dean, who was eavesdropping in the coffin, closed his eyes and felt.

At this moment, the shadow of the past is not locked in this iron coffin with him, it is lurking in that plank.

"Don't you think it's weird?" The blond man looked around, "This high school student is going to the prom, but he doesn't have a wallet, cash, or car keys, but he has such a strange board. What does he want? ? Stabbed all the classmates who participated in the dance to death with a sledgehammer?"

"Don't be kidding! This is not an ordinary shaman," the red-haired woman who raised the shaman and looked at it found the small and delicate mark, her pupils shrank, and she read it out, "Sleepless man."

As soon as the word comes out.

The air in the carriage was as heavy as lead.

"Sleepless? Faco!"

The driver in the front row changed his face and slapped the horn. The harsh noise shocked everyone in the car.
She said gruffly,
"We kidnapped someone from the Crazy Organization?"

Everyone's faces became very ugly, and their eyes flashed as they recalled some bad past events.

"I don't think so!" Bradley calmly pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet, and sat down, "Although this guy killed a lot of people, the targets he chose were all serious threats to his friends or himself. People whose lives are safe."

"His behavior is logical, and he is by no means a crazy sleepless person. There is a high probability that he snatched this board from a real sleepless person!"

"In addition, I have another idea. According to what I know in the bureau, his method of solving cases is very peculiar and confusing." Bradley rubbed his protruding chin, and suddenly said, "But if he masters With the ability of a psychic medium, you can use this board to talk to the ghost of the victim of the case and collect clues, so this so-called strangeness makes sense."

"The gimbal is his tool for eating, so he will naturally carry it with him."

"You mean that he is not only a highly skilled and ever-changing mimic, who masters instant defensive barriers, but also has psychic expertise?" The blond man rubbed his chin in surprise, "This is so omnipotent that it doesn't look like a human being, let's do it Have you encountered such a thing in so many years of business?"

Dean's heart sank in the coffin. These guys have two brushes, and they can check so accurately.

Almost see through myself completely.

"This time I made a lot of money." The driver girl turned from anger to joy, with a smile on her masculine face, "In the company, goods with multiple superpowers have never appeared, and the price must be doubled at least, 2000 million? "

All of a sudden, the breathing of everyone in the carriage became heavy.

"With this money, I can retire early." A trace of greed flashed across Bradley's eyes, and he slowly rubbed the coffin board with his right hand, as if seeing a peerless treasure.

The red-haired girl rubbed her throbbing temples, staring at the coffin with jewel-like blue eyes on her sweet face, and then thought of her own special identity, and couldn't help having an impulsive thought,

"Guys, I've changed my mind, do we have to sell such a precious almighty to a disgusting corporation for human experimentation?"

"What do you mean?" The blond man looked at his girlfriend puzzled,
"Why don't you bring him over? Convince him to join us!" The woman raised her slender neck, looked at her companions around solemnly, and said in a clear and powerful voice, "Similarity, defense, psychic... with his outstanding superpowers , he can provide a powerful boost to our team and help us earn far more than 1000 million!"

"Did you get sick early, Cletti," the black-haired man shook his head desperately, and then looked at the blond man complainingly, as if he was blaming him for not disciplined his girlfriend well, "You forgot that we used sniper rifles to attack him before, we How can you win him over if you have been with him forever?"

"He was not injured at all, and our sneak attack has not caused irreparable consequences."

"Let him know the benefits of cooperation, the huge profits, and the terrible fate he is about to face. There is something to be said for this!"

Kelaidi glanced at his companions with piercing eyes,
"Think about the results of our investigation. He is willing to kill a group of rich people in Las Vegas for a few ordinary people. He is a principled person who is worth making friends with!"

"Are you obsessed with ghosts, have you been charmed by the guy in the coffin?" Bradley squinted his eyes and looked at the red-haired girl with a gloomy tone. To pursue an uncertain answer?"

"I won't do stupid things with you, and I won't allow you to get sick at this time, we must transport him to the company as soon as possible, take the money and leave!"

"Clayty, control your emotions, don't be overwhelmed with sympathy," the female driver in the front seat shook her head to dissuade, "This is the end of the matter, we have no choice."

……

The five people in the car were arguing fiercely.

A bright red reminder suddenly flashed in front of Dean in the coffin.

Triggering an Emergency - Contact

Agent Bradley Lincoln, who betrayed the FBI and the government, set up a scheme with four outsiders to sneak up on you on the afternoon of the prom and take you prisoner.

You wake up from anesthesia in advance, and use God's perspective to spy on their conversation.

This group of people seems to be veterans, specially designed to capture superpowers hidden in society, and sell them to "companies" in exchange for rewards.

But in the face of you, a heterogeneous with multiple abilities, they have internal differences.

One side wants to follow the old method and sell you directly for money, while the other side wants to recruit you to join and grow the team.

……

Now it's your turn to choose—

1. Work hard to gain their trust, successfully join this team and become one of them.

2. They attacked you with sniper rifles, imprisoned you, and sold you as goods. This seriously offended your dignity. You must kill them all and leave no one alive!

Event Difficulty: Moderate

Progress (0/100)

Time limit: two hours
Reward: 150 experience points + special rewards (according to selection)

Punishment: none
(End of this chapter)