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

Chapter 44: Turing Gang (seeking follow-up)

Chapter 44 The Turing Gang (for further reading)

Heavy machine guns swept across, and missiles washed the ground.

This method of destroying corpses and eradicating traces can be called insane and inhumane!

The aftermath of the missile only spread to a radius of a hundred meters, but the movement caused by it made the already panicked road even more chaotic.

A large number of cars left the smooth concrete road and turned to the irregular Gobi. Regardless of the damage to the cars, they began to run back.

Some vehicles speeded up and rushed over that distance.

Dean climbed down the small **** and returned to the car: "Neil, we must get out of here!"

Nile was also scared by the explosion and her face turned pale.

She said helplessly: "But my brother"

"In front", Dean started the car and continued to drive forward: "The funeral company's vehicle has passed, and we will catch up directly from the Gobi."

Gobi has no more potholes than grasslands.

Ordinary cars are not only easy to be scratched by raised stones to the chassis, but also easy to sink into some sand pits and cannot move directly.

Dean's car was originally a dilapidated second-hand car, and he didn't dare to drive in this kind of area for a long time. After passing through the congested area of the road, he turned back again.

not long.

They caught up with the convoy in front again.

"Huh~ What happened just now, it scared me to death." Neil was still in shock.

When she was in England, she never encountered such a thing.

"Supposed to be a gang fight."

Dean babbled.

In fact, he immediately thought of the heavy artillery he found in the Santoni garage.

The one who made the move this time might be the person from the unknown force.

"How can there be such an exaggerated gang?" Neil gave Dean a blank look, and was about to say something, when suddenly there was a buzzing noise in the sky.

She looked out.

It turned out to be two armed helicopters flying from the opposite direction to the previous battle position.

On the other side of the road, police cars and armed personnel carriers with flashing lights appeared one after another, quickly following behind the armed helicopter.

It looks like.

The appearance of the missile not only alarmed the police in Las Vegas, but even alarmed the nearby garrisons!

"It's making a big fuss."

Dean rubbed his eyes.

He is not optimistic that the ambush will be able to escape.

This group of people is so deadly, the location of the ambush is estimated to be within the coverage of military radar, otherwise the garrison would not have responded so quickly, let alone those patrolling state police.

"No~", Neil interrupted Dean's thinking, and handed over a pair of sunglasses: "Dean, you have light-colored eyes. If the weather is fine, it is best to wear sunglasses outdoors."

"Thanks."

Dean reaches for his sunglasses.

The blue eyes are actually not good at all.

Sensitivity and photophobia.

is such a distraction.

The car thumped and rolled over something.

Dean quickly looked in the rearview mirror, and then his pupils shrank.

That was actually a **** arm!

"What's wrong?"

Nile also felt the vibration of the car just now, but she didn't think much about it. After all, the most indispensable thing on the road in Las Vegas is pebbles.

"I crushed a gadget, I'll go and have a look, you wait for me in the car."

Dean took out a pistol from his waist, opened the safety, and glanced around the road to make sure that no one was ambushing by the side of the road before walking towards the severed hand.

The traces of flesh and blood on this arm are very fresh.

From experience, it is estimated that it took less than half an hour to leave the living person. The main injury was that the joints were torn apart. As for the **** surface, you have to ask the passing cars.

Dean got out of the car, not because of curiosity, but because he suspected that the owner of this arm belonged to the off-road vehicle convoy that had been ambushed earlier.

"But it's not too close to the previous battlefield, so it couldn't have been blown up." Dean walked out of the road, took off his sunglasses, and carefully looked at the traces around him.

The wind and sand are sweeping here.

General traces, disappear quickly.

But if you look closely, you can still see some overwhelmed withered yellow weeds.

Dean took a closer look.

Sure enough, around the weeds, I found the tire marks of the off-road vehicle and the bullet casings buried in the wind and sand.

Sweep around, the dust is flying.

Large pieces of minced meat, blood, and a bullet casing the size of Dean's entire **** appeared in front of him.

"I guessed wrong before. It wasn't an ambush at all, but a chase. Unknown forces belonged to the hunters, and the group of black people driving off-road vehicles belonged to the escapers!"

The place covered by missiles is not the first battle scene at all.

Dean suspected that the missile appeared just to attract the attention of investigation!

Drag on for two days.

The landform of the Gobi will clean up all traces.

"Forget it, I can't afford to offend the forces that can play missiles. It doesn't matter if you don't earn this experience!" Dean was about to return to the car when his feet thumped and he was almost tripped.

Look down.

Good guy.

The owner of that arm fell at his feet.

It may be that this land is relatively low-lying.

Under the cover of wind and sand.

He really didn't notice it before.

Dean noticed that on the surface of the broken corpse, the blood stains had gathered and condensed into a special pattern. He squatted down and took a look, only to find that it was the use of that kind of brand tattoo, which caused the blood stains to gush out, and the stains were here.

"This pattern is so familiar!"

Think for a moment.

Dean can be sure that he has seen this pattern, but he can't remember where he saw it for a while.

Nile is still waiting in the car, and the funeral at Mas's side cannot be delayed.

Dean simply took out his mobile phone, took a photo and sent it to Harry, and left a message asking him what kind of tattoo culture this was. After cleaning up the traces around him, he returned to the car.

Nile is not stupid either.

She saw the blood on the road.

But seeing that Dean didn't mean to explain, her lips squirmed twice, and finally chose to shut up.

My mother said that men don't like women talking too much.

Mas's funeral was full of twists and turns.

Because of sudden events.

The convoy lost contact with many people halfway.

When Neil and Dean came to the cemetery, the funeral company had prepared everything, but there were only a dozen or so people who came to mourn.

Fortunately, the priest is still there.

After a eulogy.

Mas's coffin was put into the dug deep pit.

Everyone lined up to deliver flowers one by one.

Neil, who was already somewhat relieved, couldn't help but shed tears again under the atmosphere.

It's cheap Dean.

When a woman is most easily conquered, she is often in a time of emotional ups and downs.

The funeral is over.

Nelle is already in his arms

jingle bell~

Morning.

Dean was awakened by the ringing of the phone, and reluctantly pulled his arm out of the soft flesh, and connected the phone: "...Harry, you ruined my perfect morning."

"Dean, where did you get that pattern?", Harry said emotionally, "That's the **** Turin Gang logo, their people killed my good friend!"

"What pattern?"

"That **** pattern you sent me!"

"This is a fan gang in Las Vegas, Dean, where are you now?"

"Las Vegas, come on, man, calm down, I'll be back in the afternoon."

hang up the phone.

Dean lost his mind.

Gangs

He finally remembered where he had seen this pattern!

Alright, starting a new case tomorrow.

Goodnight everybody.

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