North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

  Chapter 33 Kill Bill

   "I'm under suspicion, this game is over!"

   "No! I haven't played enough!"

   "Kaz, don't force me to help you offline!"

   "...Got it, Butcher, it's a pleasure working with you, and I look forward to the start of the next game."

   beep beep beep...

  A busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

  Bill opened the flip of the phone with a blank expression, took out the phone card inside, opened his mouth and swallowed it, and muttered bitterly while chewing: "Dean."

  He hates this rookie who suddenly interrupts his game!

Sudden.

  ka~

  The door to the morgue was opened again.

  Bill was startled, turned his head suddenly, and his pupils shrank when he saw the person coming.

   Dean!

  He's back!

  Think of the soundproofing effect of a mortuary.

  Bill suppressed the horror in his heart, and said expressionlessly: "Is there anything else?"

   "I seem to hear someone talking about me, Bill, it's you"

  Dean didn't finish his sentence.

   "FK, You."

Bill roared, his body of more than 300 pounds, like a violent bear standing upright, his thick right hand actually grabbed the iron table weighing several tens of kilograms, like a discus, and smashed it to Dean with the sound of howling wind. .

   Fuck!

  Dean's complexion changed, and he only had time to cross his hands in the shape of a cross and block in front of him.

next moment.

   A cold and huge force hits.

  Dean's body weighing more than 180 kilograms flew up into the air, wrapped around the iron table, hit the glass corridor of the morgue heavily, and bounced back to the ground.

   "You shouldn't have messed with me!"

Bill smashed Dean into the air with one blow, his thin eyes wrapped in fat were bloodshot, he changed his usual slow and fat posture, hit the mortuary bed between the two of them, and threw himself on the dazed Dean on the ground .

  His strength is terrifyingly large.

  Even though Dean reacted extremely quickly and his physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people, it took a moment for Dean to regain control of his body.

   It was such a moment of dullness.

  Bill's body of more than 300 pounds hit Dean's chest heavily, locked his limbs and strangled him, and pulled him violently!

   Crunch!

   Dean's limbs, bones and joints made abnormal noises of being overwhelmed.

  He hummed, endured the tearing pain from his limbs, gritted his teeth and tried to break free from Bill's strangulation, but found that his limbs had been staggered and locked by Bill.

  The harder you work.

  The stronger the tearing of the body.

  Bill at this moment is like a giant python weighing more than 300 pounds, entangled him tightly, no matter how strong he is, he has lost the chance to resist.

   Limbs locked.

  Life and death are not in control!

   Bill was too decisive!

  Who would have thought that a chubby man with a lonely personality and a fat body on weekdays would have infinite strength and be proficient in strangulation!

   With Bill's weight of more than 300 pounds.

  Even if Dean was not killed by Bill first, he might not be Bill's opponent.

Emergency moment.

  Dean endured the severe pain and said with difficulty: "Are you crazy, attacking me for no reason!"

   "Stop acting!"

  Bill's eyes were bloodshot: "Tell me where the monitoring equipment is, otherwise, after I crush you to death, I will send your family down to accompany you!"

  Dean must have hidden monitoring equipment in the dark, so he will go back and forth.

  This kind of evidence, although because of its legality, can only be used as supplementary evidence, but he just revealed the existence of Katz himself.

  Once Katz is caught, he will surely die!

   Fuck!

  Dean really realized Bill's terror at this moment.

  He actually sensed his hidden hand just because he said hello, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly killed him.

  Bill was also terrified at the moment.

  How can this person's muscles and bones be so tough?

  He strangled with all his strength, even a well-trained strong man would definitely lose his limbs, but Dean under him still had the strength to speak, which is really unbelievable!

  When the two stalemate each other.

  Bill's assistant, Holz, heard the movement and ran out of the inner room.

   See the scene in front of you.

  Holtz's handsome face was full of astonishment: "Bill, Dean, are you crazy?"

"not good!"

  Bill realized that he had delayed for too long, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth wide, about to bite Dean's throat.

   Kill Dean and Holtz.

  He still has a chance to escape!

   Just when Bill looked up.

  Dean made a sudden force on his upper body, ignoring the severe pain from his hands, and bit Bill's shoulder with all his strength, turning his head and tearing it.

"ah!"

   Bill let out a miserable howl, and the strength that strangled Dean's limbs also relaxed.

   Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

   Think of Bill's threat to himself.

  Dean, with a mouth full of blood, kicked his legs, abruptly pushed Bill, who weighed more than 300 pounds, to the side, and touched his waist with his almost unconscious right hand.

  America's judiciary sucks.

  He didn't want to face revenge from Bill, a pervert with high IQ and high force, in a few years' time!

   Bill must die!

  Bill realized something was wrong the moment he was pushed away.

   Enduring the pain of tearing flesh and blood, he grabbed the iron table with his fat hands and raised it high, intending to smash Dean to death.

   bang~

  Gunfire flashes.

  Eleven millimeter caliber bullets shot out.

  Bill's body trembled, dark red blood slipped from between his brows, turning the world in front of him into a blur, taking away all the strength in his body

  Boom~

  The raised iron table, along with Bill's fallen body, rolled aside, waking up Holz who was stunned.

  Is this a dream?

  Holtz stretched out his hand in a daze, touched the sticky substance sprayed on his face, held it in front of his eyes, and looked down. He saw a mixture of red and white, a fishy smell, and the unique warmth of the human body.

  Years of experience in dissection told him: this is real, fresh brains just sputtered out of Bill's head.

ah! !

  Holtz finally woke up, like a frightened rabbit, screamed at a super high decibel, rolled and crawled, and ran out of the morgue.

   "Bah bah bah"

  Dean moved to the wall, leaned against the cold wall, spit out a few mouthfuls of **** saliva, let go of the pistol, took out the phone with difficulty, and dialed Lawrence with his flexible tongue.

  The joints of his hands and feet are so swollen and bruised that he can't exert any strength.

   Lawrence answered the phone quickly.

  He thought Dean was here to ask about the progress of his investigation: "Dean, I'm still trying to get Bill's communication records"

"Lawrence!" Dean gasped, "I'm in the third morgue of the forensics department, call an ambulance for me, and you immediately call the deputy team and go to Bill's house to see if you can find information about a The clue of Code Kaz, he and Bill are the murderers of the serial burglary!"

   "Dean."

   "Don't ink, Bill just got off the phone with that Katz, they have another calling card, usually they may contact through the Internet, don't let him get away!"

"All right."

at this time.

  Outside the corridor, there were dense footsteps.

  Dean seemed to have thought of something, and before Lawrence hung up the phone, he quickly shouted: "Lawrence, tell Harry to come to me and retrieve the device!"

   Almost as soon as Dean finished speaking.

   "Standdown!"

  Several guards rushed in with guns in hand, aiming at Dean who was leaning against the wall.

   The protagonist asks Harry for the equipment, in the last few paragraphs of chapter thirty-one.

  (end of this chapter)