Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 146 146. There Are Bad People

The bright moonlight flows through the roofs of the dark buildings.

And the roof is higher.

A figure flew across the night sky tens of meters above the ground, wearing a large black windbreaker and fluttering in the wind like the wings of a bird.

"Woh!"

Dean flew over a five-story building without a sound, and looking down, the houses of different heights in the town were as small as sleeping worker ants, and the winding and narrow streets were covered in black mist. The wriggling earthworms, but these bizarre things are all just cold appearances.

In a room on the second floor of the Papa Mac Hotel, her husband, Leo, is humming a ditty while taking a shower in the bathroom, and her daughter, Julie, is leaning on the pillow while eating potato chips and watching Garfield cartoons.

Wearing light and tight pajamas, the wife who showed a plump and good figure opened the door and went down to the second floor to get some fresh air.

……

Dean grinned excitedly, and his eyes were narrowed by the night wind. Who would have thought that there was a sneaky private detective hiding tens of meters above the roof of his house under the cover of night. Observe their personal lives.

Psychic flight and God's perspective are perfect for surveillance.

"Why am I becoming more and more shameless and perverted? No, this is definitely not my intention, it is a side effect of excessive spiritual growth!"

"Huh?" Dean's eyes were fixed, and his body was suspended on the roof of Old Mike's roof, motionless.

From God's perspective.

Camille, the wife of Leo's family of three, left the main entrance of the hotel and walked straight into the shadows of the back alley.

A man who had been waiting there for a long time was a man in denim overalls, showing muscular arms, who greeted him enthusiastically, kissed Camille, and groped greedily up and down, as if he wanted to rub him into his body.

The firepower in Dean's body, who was peeping from the sky, came back, his face turned red and his breathing became rough.

5 minutes.

The tryst under the night came to an end in a hurry, and Camille returned to the hotel with unfinished blush, tidying up her messy skirt.

Then the man in the denim overalls walked into the night.

Feasting his eyes, Dean patted his red hot face,

"I just go out for a drive and enjoy the passionate cheating drama."

But after the intense excitement, he observed two seconds of silence for his warm and friendly husband, Leo Bernard.

The beautiful wife and the lovely daughter who was admitted to a famous university are so happy and happy, but who would have thought that there is a painful truth hidden underneath.

"Keep it hidden from him, or wake up tomorrow morning and remind me tactfully?"

……

But the next morning.

Dean woke up from his meditation, glanced at God's perspective, but was surprised to find that the room of the Leo family was empty.

"Leaving so early?" Dean went downstairs with regret.

"Morning, did you sleep well last night?" The old Mike at the front desk waved.

"Thanks to the great power of Rocky Mountain oysters, I had a 'sweet dream'." Dean laughed,
"Actually, our store also provides hand-washing service for underwear..." Old Mike said with a serious smile,
"No kidding, I have to go."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Leo's family specially ordered a sumptuous breakfast for you before leaving...milk, bacon, eggs...he knew you have a big appetite, so he ordered three, and the money has already been paid for."

Dean couldn't help nodding, this family is really enthusiastic,
"When did they leave?"

"At five o'clock, the little lady set off before dawn when she couldn't open her eyes. The beautiful lady seems to be in a hurry."

"Urgent?"

Dean thought about enjoying the three breakfasts in the dining room. Out of gratitude, he secretly decided to remind his husband if he met that family again.

After breakfast, before leaving the hotel, Old Mike finally gave this big customer a friendly suggestion,
"Dude, remember to be careful when passing through Nebraska. It's not as friendly as ours. There are a lot of racists everywhere."

"understood."

With a wave, Dean got back in the car, turned on the car radio, relaxed, and continued heading east across Wyoming at full speed.

He wanted to go to Hawkins, Indiana, to visit his uncle early, and find out about Jane Seymour in the photo.

So I didn’t stop at the gas station on the expressway, so I went all the way through the mountains in the arid west of Nebraska, and came to the plains of the east, and the fields full of corn, wheat, and sorghum.

The whole day was spent in a frantic rush.

When Dean came back to his senses, the sun was about to set, so he slowed down and turned into a small town between Lincoln and Omaha, planning to stay overnight.

The population density of the town is very low, and there are few people on the street, but the traffic is very convenient. They are all flat, firm and spacious cement roads. There are villa-style buildings next to the road. The distance between buildings is only about ten meters. There were flowers and trees in front, and it looked neater and more beautiful than the town where Dean stayed in Wyoming.

But some people in the yard saw Dean's strange yellow face with strange expressions and vigilant eyes like guarding against thieves, which made Dean feel a little uncomfortable.

After driving around in a big circle, he planned to leave this prejudiced town and continue on his way, but when he passed through a remote forest, a siren sounded behind him, and a car with white doors on a black background and flashing police lights The police car chased up, and there was a burst of shouting from the loudspeaker, "pull over, pull over".

"How unlucky."

Dean frowned. This was the first time he encountered a traffic stop after crossing over.

However, he also served as a LVPD volunteer. In most cases, he would try his best to cooperate with the police officers. He followed the instructions of the police car behind him, slowed down, turned the turn signal to the right, drove the car to a safe side of the road, stopped and turned off the engine, and put his hands on his back. steering wheel.

Look through the rearview mirror.

A middle-aged police officer with a gun, a cap, and a shiny police badge on his chest got out of the police car, left the door open, and walked up.

He had a horse face, hooked nose, and thin lips. He looked very serious. He even pressed the gun handle on his waist with one hand, and touched Bronco's taillight intentionally or unintentionally with the other hand.

Law!

When Dean noticed these details, he suddenly had an ominous premonition, how could a small town police treat him so strictly?
bang bang.

The policeman came closer and knocked on the window.

Dean slowly lowered the window, smiled friendly,
"Hello, officer, what's the matter?"

"I haven't seen you before, you are a foreigner, right?"

"Yes, I'm from Las Vegas."

"Please put your hands where I can see them." The policeman glanced at Dean's Asian face, his pupils shrank, and his voice became deeper and more depressed, "I want to check your driver's license and driving license."

"No problem." Dean quietly summoned the ghost armor to cover his whole body, and smiled slightly, "But I have to get it from the storage box, is that okay?"

"OK, do as I say." The policeman said in an orderly tone, "Extend your left index finger, go around your body, then open that storage box, and take out your ID."

Reluctantly doing a magic trick with his index finger, Dean handed the ID to the officer.

"Dean Lu?" The police officer stared at the name on it, grinning at the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you Japanese?"

"NO, I'm Chinese." Dean looked into the man's eyes, and his original good mood was completely destroyed.

"Chinese?" The man murmured noncommittally as he looked at the ID, then suddenly his eyes froze and he raised his voice, "Please get out of the car, sir."

"Wait, officer, I didn't drink, and I didn't cause any trouble," Dean explained in as calm a tone as possible, "I just came to the town you're in charge of less than 10 minutes ago, and I'm leaving soon."

"That's good, but please accept the inspection first." The man said coldly, holding the gun handle in one hand and taking a step back.

Dean hesitated for two seconds, took a deep breath, opened the door and got out of the car, followed the police to the grass on the side of the road.

"Look at me now." The man nodded his long and narrow eyes, and began to carry out the alcohol test procedure, "I want you to stand on your right leg and touch your nose with the index finger of your left hand."

Dean nodded silently and followed suit.

Then the man took out a flashlight and deliberately shone the irritating light on Dean's eyes.
"Now, turn around and fold your hands behind your head."

"I repeat, no speeding or drinking." Dean's tone was still calm.

"I suspect you are carrying dangerous weapons and contraband. You need to undergo further inspection."

"Please cooperate with the inspection."

Click, the man pulled out the M15 pistol in the holster, and pointed the muzzle at Dean.

"2"

Dean controlled his temper, silently recited a number in his heart, and did it again.

The police searched his body roughly.

"Stand still."

He climbed in and searched the car again, but found no weapons or contraband, and reluctantly took Dee's sports bag out of the car.

He unzipped the zipper in front of Dean, and threw the suits and sportswear inside on the road one by one.

The clothes that were neatly folded became a mess, like a garbage heap that had been rummaged through by beggars.

"They're all famous brands, and they're quite rich," the man looked at Dean who stood upright, and smiled meanly, "What do you do for work?"

"Butcher."

Dean replied with a smile, the policeman looked at him coldly for two seconds,
"Okay, the inspection is over, put away your things."

Dean picked up the laundry from the road, repacked it into bags, and put it in the back of the car.

This grueling examination was finally over.

Seeing that he was so obedient and obedient, the man laughed, and suddenly said goodbye from the corner of his eyes,
"Now, get out, Chink!"

"What did you say?"

Dean suddenly retracted his right leg that was stepping into the driver's seat, turned his head and looked straight into his eyes,

"Can't you understand human language, Chingchong, I'll tell you to get out of my territory!" The man didn't expect the other party to dare to ask back, and instantly revealed his true colors, clapping his pistol, and yelling, "Don't ever come to grab our jobs and jobs again!" Woman, otherwise next time, you will not only get humiliated, but you will die ugly!"

"Get out of your place?" Dean tilted his head, muttered with strange eyes, and suddenly took a step closer to the man slowly.

"I warn you, stop immediately, don't move!" The man raised the M15,

Dean continued to approach him as if he didn't hear anything,

The man's heart skipped a beat when he saw his sarcastic eyes, and he panicked inexplicably, "Stop, Chinaman!"

"Fack squid! White-skinned pig!" Dean raised his middle finger and cursed.
The man in police uniform froze, and a look of extreme shock flashed in his eyes, and then angrily pulled the trigger of the M15.

Click!

But he didn't wait for the sound of the bullet being fired.

The trigger of the M15 seemed to have been poured with molten steel and remained motionless.

At the same time, an invisible force captured him.He involuntarily tightened his body, as if his whole body was tightly entangled with layers of superglue, his torso and limbs contracted into a mummy.

This force choked his throat even more, so that he could only open his mouth wide to make a weak and inarticulate "uuuuuu" sound, and blinked his protruding eyeballs in horror and powerlessness.

He couldn't do anything, his body was supported by an irresistible force.

Beside the quiet road beside the woods, under the afterglow of the setting sun, a man in a police uniform flew slowly into the sky like a hot air balloon.

"Your territory?" Dean pulled the corner of his mouth to one side, and suddenly remembered that he had some Indian blood. Logically, the territory here should belong to their race.

"This is our Indian land, This is my land!"

"I allow you to live, it is already showing mercy."

"Not only didn't you kneel down and kiss my shoes, you bastard, you also sprayed dung all over your mouth. You want to turn against customers? Now, let me collect some rent and interest."

Dean continued to look up.

The man's body floated higher and higher, and soon reached a height of 30 meters. Dean tilted his head slightly, and let go of his thoughts. The man's body sank, and he began to fall freely!
boom!
A cloud of blood exploded on the hard road, and the sheriff of the town fell to the ground head-on, his limbs folded exaggeratedly, and he lost his breath, like a wild dog that jumped off a cliff and was smashed to pieces.

It's not over yet.

Dean took out the phantom in his arms, released the ghost he had just absorbed, held the tip of the phantom tightly and poked it forward, hitting the ghost's chest. It was bathed in the light of the setting sun, and its pale blue illusory body shattered into nothingness.

“你杀死了XX，熟练度+5，格斗lv3(10→15/400）”

Dean whistled contentedly, wiped off the man's fingerprints on the taillights of his car, cleaned up the scene, and drove away from the town.

In the rearview mirror, he seemed to see the warm and friendly family from yesterday again, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

And today's COP in this small town is ugly and disgusting.

"As a person with super powers, I am already very kind and restrained, but if anyone dares to offend me," a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I will tell him that he will never be reborn!"

Engine boom!
He got back onto I-80.

(End of this chapter)