Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 15 15. Fighting Upgrade
Street lamps cast a dim light.

The icy night wind whistled across the empty streets.

Both of them shivered at the same time, and closed their collars.

"Now the clues are gradually becoming clear. I think Mona had an accident on the way out of this shop and back to the South District."

Ruster looked along the road outside the shop.

Compared with the streets in the city center, this street off the main road seems too deserted. Except for this movie peripheral store, only two or three shops are open here and there.

"The accident happened near this street. Because we continue to walk towards the city center, there are pedestrians and patrolmen everywhere on the road, so the possibility of something happening is very small."

Rust analyzed.

Dean rubbed his hands, the light illuminated his uncertain face,
"Do you think it's possible that the shop owner has done something wrong to Mona?"

"Huh?" Rust looked back at Raymond House in surprise, "Didn't we have a good chat just now? Why did you suddenly start to doubt him again?"

"That guy seems to be a warm-hearted and kind person, but who can guarantee that he looks the same." Dean shook his head. "To a certain extent, the more he knows Mona, the easier it is for him to make a move."

"If he hurt Mona, why didn't he just deny it at the beginning? Instead, he talked to you so much, isn't that arousing suspicion?"

Ruster strongly objected,
"He's fine! You shouldn't think of everyone as a villain, a suspect."

After a moment of silence, Dean apologized, "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

Russ nodded, and his tone became soft again, "Don't you feel it? You have been talking to yourself and talking to the air these two days, and your mental state is very worrying. Listen to me, don't give yourself too much No matter whether you can find Mona or not, you have done enough for her, after all, you have not owed her from the beginning to the end."

"Everything happened by accident!"

accident?
Dean took a deep breath.

"Let's ask around this block first, maybe someone else has noticed Mona's movements."

……

This is not China. When Mona left Raymond House, the flower shops and cake shops on the street had already closed. As for the 24-hour convenience store, half a month has passed, and the clerks can’t remember an ordinary girl at all. Son.

After asking about most of the shops, the two came to a "Barca Disco" in the middle of the street. The red brick wall was covered with eye-catching words - dance, drink, se/x, colorful graffiti, trying to show their personality.

Standing at the door were two strong bodyguards in suits with big arms and a weight of at least two hundred pounds. One was black and the other white, like two door gods. They were checking the driver's license of a man in a jacket with sunglasses. There were more than a dozen of them lined up behind him. People who dress fancy.

……

Dean looked up at the top of the rolling shutter door, a "white box" with a lens reflected light slightly.

"Surveillance camera... Mona had to go through the dance hall to leave this street, maybe it captured some clues." Dean thought, "We have to find a way to see the surveillance video in the surveillance room."

……

"Excuse me, have you seen her?" When the black man entered the ballroom, Dean rubbed his cheeks and walked over slowly, with a serious expression and tried to pretend to be mature, but he was 1.7 meters five and didn't have a hair Under the gaze of the 1.9-meter bodyguard, the young face with beard looks like a minor child.

"Sorry, I haven't seen it. Asian boy..." The black bodyguard just glanced at him, shaking his shiny head, "This is not the place for you, go home and do your homework!"

He turned around and laughed with his bald companion,

There was also a burst of laughter from the crowd in line.

"Go home, son, we can't explain to you when your mommy comes to your door."

Dean's face darkened, and he handed out two knives covertly.

"By the way...she is very important to me..."

"You can't go in." The bodyguard rubbed the leather gloves, indifferently, "Save this money and buy candy for yourself!"

Dean gritted his teeth and took out twenty knives.

This is already a huge sum of money that normal people can hardly refuse.

The light showed a trace of heartbeat on the faces of the bodyguards, but they looked up at the monitor, and they still shook their heads and refused.
"Sorry, we don't want to lose this job, and it's impossible for you to give ten times as much."

……

"Dean, don't be angry, they are just for work. In short, our age will definitely not get in."

Ruster looked worriedly at the sulking Dean. He rarely saw such a gloomy and depressed expression on the other person's face, like a volcano about to erupt.

"I'm not angry! Wait, there may be another way in."

Dean took Rust around to the dark alley next to the ballroom, carefully looking for the "escape" back door that must exist in the legendary entertainment venue.

But he only found a tightly closed green leather door that couldn't be pushed open no matter how hard he tried.

The iron gate was locked from the inside.

Dean sighed dejectedly, the feeling of bumping into each other drove him crazy.

"Forget it, it's already very late. I'll drive you home, and I may find other clues from the daytime..." Rust suggested sincerely,
Dean held on to the iron gate unwillingly, his gaze wandering across the entire alleyway.

A homeless man wrapped in a dirty yellow and rotten bed sheet was sleeping peacefully beside the trash can. Dean walked over and took a closer look.

His cheeks were flushed red from the night wind, and under his thick beard, only one eye was intact, and the other was wearing a black eyepatch, with an impressive shape.

Amidst the slight snoring sound, the homeless man's messy black stubble twitched rhythmically, and a pale alcohol smell came out of his mouth.

Dean's heart skipped a beat,
Is this guy going to live near the ballroom all the time?Will he know something?
"Hey, wake up, buddy! Have you ever seen her, open your eyes and see, I swear, I won't let your help be in vain!"

"Come on, don't you see he's drunk? You're wasting your time."

After a few words of persuasion from Rust, Dean couldn't help but accept the reality after shouting for a long time to no avail, but before leaving, he froze for a moment, and left five dollars for the homeless man by a strange coincidence.

……

"Since you came out of Raymond House, you have been very wrong... impatient, dazed, out of shape. Why are you in such a hurry?" Lust said, "This ballroom will not disappear in thin air. We can come back anytime we think of a way .”

Because the sooner Mona is found, the more likely she will survive.

Dean shook his head,

But I don't love her.

I shouldn't have lost my temper for her.

Everything is the remaining guy in the body is affecting me!
"Dean, didn't we agree?" He suddenly looked up at the dark night with stars and moon, and said to himself blankly, "Don't interfere with my actions, don't affect my emotions, let me finish the job smoothly. Your last wish?"

"The tenth time, here we go again!" Seeing his companion talking to himself, Rust sighed and said without doubt, "Get in the car! I'll take you home."

……

boom--

Paque on the reclining chair in the yard took a sip of beer, looked at the Ford F-150 going away, and blew a loud whistle,
"It's a good car, but unfortunately it's not cheap. Your classmate's family is rich?"

Dean said nothing.

"So no one was found in the sewer?" Paque asked,

Dean shook his head in disappointment.

"Tell me, let uncle and I give you some guidance with my rich life experience!"

Dean looked at the other's sharp face.

Is there any need to hide from this body's only relative in the world?
Immediately told all the situation during the day.

"It turns out that you gave all the money to your girlfriend, two thousand dollars, I really don't want to spend it." Paqui covered his heart in pain, winking and showing an exaggerated expression, "Innocent and pure fool. Alas, That's how Lena was tricked by your father back then."

Dean's expression froze.

Paque didn't continue to pursue the issue of money. He sat upright, withdrew his joking expression, and habitually rubbed the dream catcher tattoo on the back of his neck with his left hand.
"You and that little guy named Ruster were able to investigate this far purely by inference and a few unidentified confessions. Both of you have good luck and intuition, and you have the potential to be private detectives. If you are in high school If you don’t go to college after graduation, you can consider getting a private detective license.”

"So, the direction of our investigation is okay?" Dean asked expectantly, "Do you think I should call the police?"

"It's better to hire a private detective than to find LVPD. It is impossible for this group of bodyguards of rich white people to spend a lot of effort to investigate a girl who has no father, no mother, no social connections, and lives in the sewer. Otherwise, the desert and rice in Vegas Dehuli will not bury so many unknown dead bodies."

Paque's tone was full of disdain for LVPD, obviously there was something unbearable in the past, he shook his head and continued to analyze,

"The target you chose is very accurate. The quiet neighborhood away from the city center is the area with high incidence of cases. And the dance halls, nightclubs, and bars like Barka Disco are the center of all crimes. Think about who are haunting them?"

"Drunkards, young people with excess energy..." Dean said nervously,
"Don't forget the weed sellers and local hooligans." A strange blush appeared on Paque's face, "Alcohol, loud music, boiling hormones, 'herbal medicine'... any of them may make people lose control, go into the path of crime."

"So, your girlfriend Mona was probably targeted when she passed by the ballroom." Paque said cruel words calmly,

"You're making a hypothesis!" Dean's heart tightened, he grabbed the armrest of the chair, and subconsciously retorted,
"Besides assuming, do you have any other options?" Paqui lit a Marlboro and took a deep breath. After a while, hazy smoke spewed out from his nasal cavity, making his cheeks blurred and changing.

"At present, you can only find all possible hypotheses, eliminate them one by one, and then find the most reasonable one. It is the answer."

Paque exhaled a long breath, and extinguished more than half of the unfinished cigarettes.

"The monitor in the dance hall is a clue, but don't get too hopeful. According to my experience as a bodyguard, the video tapes of the current mainstream monitoring equipment are far from being able to keep half a month, and a week is enough."

Dean stood up abruptly and turned to the wall clock in the hall—11 o'clock

It is the busiest time of the dance hall. .
He couldn't wait to run out of the yard.

"Come back, boy, I'm going to the north tomorrow. This job is very troublesome. I have to leave for at least half a year and stay out of town until next year. Have a good chat with me tonight. You also need to rest." Bloodshot nephew, "Tomorrow weekend, Barca Disco will also be open during the day."

"What's more, Mona has been missing for half a month. It's been too long. To be honest, according to my experience, it doesn't make any difference whether it's earlier or later."

"Shut up, what's the difference?" Dean's heart trembled, he gritted his teeth,

"The reality is so cruel, you don't want to admit it? Then convince me with your fist."

Paque hooked his fingers at him provocatively.

……

Dean looked at the 80/100 fight progress in the system.

He suddenly bent his legs, spread them shoulder-width apart, lowered his head slightly, stretched his arms forward, looked at the opposite side coldly, his eyes were full of anger, he needed to vent!
He rushed towards the big Indian man fiercely, pushing his hands towards the recliner under the opponent's buttocks.

The power gap is too large.

He can't grab Paque's body, so he attacks something else.

However, the moment his hand touched the chair.

A passionate big hand pressed between his chest and abdomen, and with a slight lift, his body involuntarily lifted off the ground with this upward force.

At the same time, the other hand pressed on his lower back.

Use both hands at the same time.

Dean turned his body instantly, turned his head and feet upside down, and spun around.

boom!
When he came back to his senses, the whole person had already fallen to the ground with his mouth full of mud, and his bones were limp as if they were about to fall apart.

Paque stood two meters away, arms crossed, like a violent bear standing up to inspect the forest.

"Rookie, before you know your opponent, don't make moves easily. Doing so is just exposing your own weakness! How I taught you yesterday, use it to show me!"

Dean got up silently, kept a low standing posture, carefully turned around, approached him, and stretched out his hand to test.

……

Paqui grabbed Dean's arm like lightning, his huge body stopped, and he moved backwards, his back pressed against Dean's waist.

Work hard!

boom!
Dean was thrown hard by an over-the-shoulder throw.

His back touched the ground, his cheeks twitched, he felt competitive in the pain, he gritted his teeth and immediately got up.

……

Paque sprinted with a short body at an astonishing speed, and his huge body rushed to the bottom of Dean like lightning.

The latter stepped back with all his strength, while keeping his body low, trying to press his back in vain.

You try to get rid of Paque's dive grapple, proficiency +1!

He was too slow and his strength was too weak. A pair of big hands like steel pliers hugged his legs, lifting him off the ground and losing his center of gravity.

At the same time, Paque's shoulders pressed against his waist and abdomen, and the huge force led him to sprint backwards, falling to the ground, his mind buzzing.

……

again and again!
Paque was like a ruthless wrestling machine, constantly bringing Dean down and adding bruises to his body.

And Dean was like a training dummy, never saying a word, enduring all the pain.

I don't know how long it took.

The flashing proficiency +1 suddenly stopped!
A large record suddenly flashed in the system.

Fighting lv0 (100/100) whether to upgrade.

Yes!
Fighting lv1 (0/200)

Level up.

Physique: 11→11.5
Strength: 10→10.5
Sensitivity: 11→11.5
……

A warm force exploded in the body, flowing through the whole body in an instant.

Dean, who was standing low, trembled all over.

Muscle fibers squirm under the skin, like thousands of sandworms squirming, stretching muscles, generating heat and itching.

In an instant, the muscles under the clothes bulged, and the outline became clearer.

Sanda, wrestling, boxing... There is even a knack for using daggers and clubs...

One after another, fighting techniques that Dean had rarely been exposed to before continued to flow into his mind.

Paque seized the opportunity to leap and sprint towards Dean's lower body again, intending to hug his legs, and give him another hug and throw to make him remember it!
But an arm shot out halfway, miraculously grabbed Paque's right wrist and pulled him back.

He suddenly saw Dean with a lower center of gravity—his left hand grabbed his right hand, and his right hand retracted his elbow, pinching his left wrist sooner or later.

Electric flint.

He lost sight of the target.

Dean turned left suddenly and pressed against Paque's back, pinned his left foot to his heel, and took advantage of the situation——

Anger, fear, fear, pay it all!
boom!
The behemoth landed heavily.

Paqui's eyes went dark, his face was buried in the grass, and he fell and ate shit!
……

breathe…

After Dean fell to Paqui, he stopped immediately, let go, stepped back quickly, and opened a distance, otherwise he would not be able to hold down this giant beast.

"Boy, why did your speed suddenly increase?"

Paque rubbed his wrist in disbelief.

"You've only been studying for two days, but you can actually knock me down. Do you have a talent for wrestling?"

"I have been thrown by you 120 eight times, and I only fell you once, which is far from enough!"

Dean, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, said angrily, venting his distress in his chest.

Fighting has been promoted to a higher level. It seems that he has undergone four or five months of professional fighting training in an instant, and the techniques he has mastered are armed into the muscles and bones to form reflexes.

His moves became faster, he began to pay attention to his footsteps, he had an instinctive dodge, and finally learned a simple 12 or 123 combo, and he was able to wrestle with Paque's wrists a little.

But Pacqui rushed over without saying a word, and threw him heavily to the ground.
"Come on, keep 'convincing' me! Don't be a pussy!"

(End of this chapter)