MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 1 You want to fk me?
Chapter 1 Do you want to fk me?
In 2000, outside Los Angeles.
In a wooden house located deep in the jungle, exaggerated laughter came from time to time.
"We're rich!"
"Hahaha, 3.8 million dollars, a full 3.8 million dollars, how many girls can sleep!"
A group of robbers who had just robbed looked greedily at the beautiful knives covering the entire table, with burning marijuana in their hands, with an excited expression, and from time to time they grabbed a beautiful knife and kissed it with their mouths.
A tall black man with muscles like poured steel, with his arms folded and a cigar in his mouth, squinting at the carnival crowd: "A bunch of worthless guys."
His name is Nathan, he is the boss of this group of people, and he is also the leader of this robbery.
Nathan looked away and looked at a black-haired man who was in a daze beside him, the disdain in his eyes turned into appreciation.
The smooth operation of this operation is all due to the advice of this kid in front of him.
Otherwise, relying on this group of subordinates who only have marijuana and women in their minds, let alone successfully robbing a bank, even if they sell K fans, they can't rob others!
Think here.
Nathan kicked over the wooden stool under his feet, and cursed with hatred: "You pigs! You want to play with women every day when you have money, so you can't learn from Dean. Use your brains more!"
Hearing the boss get angry.
The carnival crowd subconsciously looked at the black-haired young man who was squatting at the door in a daze.
The young man has a tall and straight figure, clear facial features, a pair of blue eyes slightly narrowed, and his right hand flexibly turns the M1911 full of bullets in his hand, wondering what he is thinking.
Feel the eyes of everyone.
The young man turned his head and grinned: "Boss, in fact, I think it's useless to have a brain. I still have to rely on guns at critical moments, otherwise I would have made a fortune."
Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"Haha, Boss Nathan, you think highly of this monkey."
"Pudy is right. This trash was almost robbed by a woman during the robbery. Boss Nathan, this monkey is not qualified to share the money with us!"
Nathan also frowned slightly.
He is one of the few black people who like to use their brains.
Dean's flexible mind allowed him to earn a lot of money, otherwise he wouldn't have been drawn into this gang full of blacks, but his character is too weak, and his fighting power is not as good as a woman!
Nearly four million dollars, and I have to take half of it!
If the remaining half is divided equally, my subordinates will definitely feel uncomfortable, and maybe they will have opinions on themselves!
The point is that Dean is weak-tempered, and dare not say anything more when he suffers.
Others may not necessarily.
Think here.
Nathan looked at Dean: "Dean."
"Boss Nathan, what Purdy said is also reasonable, this time I will divide less."
The black-haired young man, that is, Dean, ignored the other people's playful eyes and said with a smile.
Seeing that he was so sensible, everyone turned their heads with disdain in their eyes, and looked down on this Dean, who is of Chinese descent, even more in their hearts.
In the gang, you can be greedy for money and lustful.
But definitely not weak!
This kind of person is not valued by anyone, he only deserves to be bullied!
Dean turned a blind eye to everyone's gaze.
He's in a mess right now.
Actually, his name is Dean, not Dean.
In his previous life, he was a peripheral scavenger of an international organization. He has rich work experience and excellent professional ability. Since he entered the industry, he has never missed a shot and is deeply loved by the organization.
After completing a single task.
Dean habitually found a large horse with a bulging front and back, ready to relax his tense spirit.
As a result, the pants have not been taken off.
His eyes went dark, he lost consciousness, woke up again, and he had time traveled to become the current Dean.
It may be because of just crossing.
Dean now has all kinds of memories mixed in his mind, and he is in a daze. Only the cold touch of the M1911 in his hand can make him feel better.
"Fuck, I was a scavenger in my previous life, but I've become a robber in this life. If Jill is **** up, I can't live without a life of licking blood, right? Why is it so difficult to be a good person!"
What makes him even more sad is that the money has been given, but the matter has not been done yet, so why did he travel through time?
Dean lowered his head, staring at the gun in his hand in a daze.
"Dean...Dean? Dean!"
"FK.YOU! You are deaf from riding a horse!" Nathan smashed the cigar in his hand on Dean's face with a look of anger.
He claims to use his brain, but in fact he is just like most blacks in nature, fierce and irritable, like an incompletely evolved beast, he thinks it out as soon as he thinks it out, calls out a few words without getting a response, and loses his patience.
Dean, who was distracted, came back to his senses again.
He touched the place where the cigar hit his face, showing a gentle smile: "Do you want to FK me?"
After the words fell, he directly raised the M1911 in his hand, and pulled the trigger at Nathan with a blank expression.
"Bang bang!"
Gunfire flashed, and two blood flowers bloomed on Nathan's chest.
He looked at Dean in disbelief, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but a mouthful of blood gushed out, and then his majestic body hit the ground heavily, dying with regret!
He never dreamed that he had come through all the ups and downs in the slums, but he would end up in the hands of a little boy.
Everyone else was dumbfounded too.
No one expected that Dean, a weak monkey in their eyes, would suddenly shoot at the boss.
"FK.YOU, how dare you kill Boss Nathan!"
"FK!"
For a while, everyone was shocked, scared and angry, but they didn't dare to mess around.
Because they were just admiring the banknotes on the table, the guns were thrown on the chairs, and now they only have money and marijuana in their hands.
Now they are bare-handed, wishing to tear Dean apart, but they dare not move.
"Bang bang bang..."
Dean has never been too lazy to talk nonsense with dead people.
He didn't change his face, he emptied the magazine in one go with a set of familiar American style, and sent all these people to meet Satan.
The seven corpses were lying down in disorder, or were shot in the chest, or shot in the head.
"MD"
"Much more comfortable."
Dean held a pistol, walked up to the people who were dying, and sneered: "A group of bad guys, what's wrong with killing the boss? The king of heaven dared to block the way of money, and I also lifted his skull!"
He is already a robber, destined to continue to lick blood.
Isn’t it delicious to eat alone?
Why bother to share money with these rubbish?
What's more, when these people called him a monkey, he was already a dead man!
Killed seven people in a row.
The strong smell of blood, gunpowder smoke, and marijuana mixed together makes people sick.
Dean rubbed his somewhat confused head, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, then picked up a backpack he had prepared earlier from the side, and stuffed money into it.
A beautiful knife weighs more than one gram.
Most of these beautiful knives have a face value of 20, only a few have a face value of 100, and there are hundreds of thousands of them.
More than three million U.S. dollars, adding up to no less than two hundred catties.
Dean packed two suitcases and a backpack in a row before he finished packing the money.
It is the so-called killing to silence the mouth, destroying the corpse to wipe out the trace.
Although Dean's mind is a little confused now, as a professional scavenger, he is still proficient in business.
He quickly wiped the guns in his hands and put them in the hands of one of them, then searched for the IDs and communication equipment on everyone's bodies that might reveal their identity information, smashed them and put them together, and took one and a half guns from the truck outside the house. Migao's oil barrels started to clean up the traces
Boom~
The raging fire set the cabin on fire.
The wooden house is surrounded by open space.
After confirming that the fire would not cause a wildfire, Dean glanced at the address on his driver's license, started the truck, and drove towards the forest path.
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Goldfinger is at the end of Chapter Eleven, and that's the title of Chapter Twelve.
(end of this chapter)
