American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 23 23 Drinking but not doing anything

"Huhu..."

Ron gasped hard, and the severe pain in his body made him break out in a cold sweat.

Although the pain was intense, he could bear it.

Looking at the female nurse lying in a pool of blood, a very uncomfortable feeling of self-blame arose in his heart.

The female nurse had brown hair, regular features, and a few freckles under her eyelids. She was in her youth, but she died in this accident.

Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again.

if……

Ron knew clearly that there was no what if...

And, now is not the time to blame yourself.

His gaze forcibly passed over the female nurse's face.

…

Then he held the gun in both hands and walked to Brady, preparing to search his body. Smelling the strong smell of blood, he felt an unprecedented hunger.

"Yes, that's Howard!"

The shortcomings are also obvious. The first is the fear of light. He is now a level 5 bloodline. This weakness is not as serious as imagined. The second is the need for blood to replenish energy, especially after using the power of blood. This kind of animal instinct cannot be restrained by ordinary people.

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If the target was not him, but Sandy, or someone else, he would have died by his gun.

That's the downside of having a powerful neighbor.

Between songs, Sandy finally stopped.

"I'm glad you can say that. Your comfort makes me feel better. So, is this another organization that does injustice in the name of justice?"

How much hatred and hatred this guy has for himself.

Unexpectedly, it was his old rival who succeeded.

Accompanied by screams of terror, Ron walked out of the ward after a while with blood on his lips.

I could see the city lights in the distance, and the neon lights not far away from the street.

In the same Toyota car, Ron and the well-packed Sandy drove out of Mexico.

What did he think?

Let a good man like him who only talks about feelings and not money have no competitiveness.

Ron didn't know it yet, but Howard already knew about his "scandalous affair" with Annie.

"That's not important. The most important thing now is to find out who paid the US dollars and who instigated the damn mutual aid association to kill me and Sandy."

The bullet that was shot into the flesh was then forcibly squeezed out of the body.

Three yellow bullets fell to the ground, making a metallic crunching sound.

As for the doubtful points in the case, Ron had no motivation to figure it out.

"The information we have here shows that your assassin is named Brady. Brady has had close contact with Howard recently. Therefore, the man behind the scenes is most likely Howard."

"As expected, they are well organized. Every killer has undergone the most rigorous training. Everyone in the organization is the elite of the elite. Even the captain will have a headache when he encounters them. I didn't expect you to be able to

Kill one of them, it seems you are hiding some information."

The driver's license was fake. Ron had expected it, but he couldn't be more disappointed.

Standing in the corridor, Ron took out a cigarette and took a big drag. His face looked particularly ugly amidst the smoke.

Ron found a Desert Eagle and several magazines from Brady.

Ron was secretly surprised by the vampire's powerful self-healing ability.

While his self-healing ability is super strong, his reaction speed, strength, physical fitness, etc. have all been enhanced unprecedentedly. If he is prepared, he can dodge bullets to a certain extent.

"Is it that Howard?"

"I don't know that!"

"Mutual aid societies have existed for centuries. They claim that they are inspired by God, and all the people they kill are heinous criminals."

"Isn't it true? I have committed a heinous crime?"

The growing sense of hunger was like a rising tide, attacking his sanity wave after wave.

"Maybe you're right, but it's still a bit dissatisfying that I couldn't kill Howard. There's also the mutual aid group. I'll have to uproot them sooner or later."

"Okay, if I don't go, I won't go."

The doctors and patients in the ward all looked at Ron's back and the mummified Brady in extreme horror.

"It's hard to survive, what's wrong with relaxing?"

This made Ron even more dissatisfied with his current strength.

Now that the problem of the missing truck driver has been basically solved, it's time to leave Mexico.

"Why do you feel so proud?"

It shows that the killer is very confident, and he really should be confident.

"I hate people trying to persuade me to be generous, because I'm notoriously petty."

What's more, he also cut off Howard's money.

This also strengthened his determination on the path he was going to take and the peak he was going to climb.

Even though Ron shot someone in the hospital.

The two people in the car were listening to music on the car radio.

Sandy is right, this mission is too dangerous.

He first checked the corridor, and then looked through the glass window toward the emergency room. He found nothing unusual, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Many wars in history have been caused by women. A small-scale assassination caused by a beauty like Anne is nothing short of childish in comparison.

"What a bad news."

The self-healing ability of vampire blood is truly amazing. As long as the head is not injured, even if the heart is injured, he is sure to heal himself quickly.

There is also a mobile phone and a wallet with a driver's license in the wallet.

He is strict with himself, so he only plans to go in and have a drink.

Sandy recovered from his serious injuries, and what he recovered from was his optimism.

There are many inconveniences abroad, and it is not a good idea to stay here all the time. The CIA still has its own work to do, and it is impossible to protect them all the time.

Ron was smoking irritably while driving.

"I won't go to a messy place."

Erin looked at the information on the computer and dialed Ron's phone number.

Sandy cheered loudly: "Oh, we have money now, how about we go out and relax later?"

Then he called Erin and asked her to help look up Brady's information.

Because Sandy threw money around like crazy as soon as he came in, and all the beauties were seduced away by the knife.

"By the way, how did he get in touch with the mutual aid association?"

Ron thought it sounded a bit familiar. He should have seen the movie, but his memory was a little fuzzy, but the curve of the bullet reminded him vaguely of a movie.

Ron's eyes gradually became blood red, then returned to normal, and then became blood red again.

The Special Investigation Bureau cannot be omniscient and omnipotent.

Sandy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, swayed slightly to the rhythm of the music and sang in a low voice, extremely intoxicated.

Ron's teeth began to change, and his pointed fangs were exposed.

With such perseverance, why can't he accomplish anything, but he wants to assassinate himself?

As Sandy winked at Ron, it was obvious what he meant.

"Be generous, Howard is wanted across the United States, and the Mutual Aid Association will face pressure from our Bureau of Investigation. What else do you want? Eliminate all opponents? Come on, we are just two ordinary investigators."

Ron looked like he had eaten shit.

"Through the bullet, I found out about the mutual aid association."

Several men in suits entered the hospital, led by Isaac.

"Pap, tap..."

Under Isaac's coordination, the local police did not arrest Ron.

He kept his senses with great difficulty, dragged Brady's body, kicked open the room next to the corridor, and forced his way in.

During the two days he was recuperating, no blind killer came to his door again.

It’s okay to have a drink and relax.

With the help of doctors and his super self-healing ability, Sandy was not only out of danger, but he miraculously recovered in just two days.

"Mutual aid club?"

After spending two peaceful days, Ron and Sandy said goodbye to Isaac and returned to the beautiful country.

The feeling of hunger is so strong that it seems like every cell is in a state of hunger.

An hour later, Ron and Sandy walked into the bar talking and laughing.

"Hey, don't be so sad. Look, aren't we back safely?"

This was his last insistence.

After entering the bar, Ron regretted it very much.

The Mexican government is not willing to offend the CIA.

It seems that there is only one killer.

"Forget it, stop playing, it's already so late, go to bed early, we have to go on the road tomorrow."

Ron shook his head firmly.

Just drink and don't do anything.

"I am also skeptical about this. Although you have killed many people, they are all heinous villains."

As for more, he didn't ask for anything more.

As time went by, his wounds continued to heal and the bleeding stopped.

In order to kill him, they all chased him to Mexico.

"I have some unfortunate news for you. The driver's license is fake."

He realized that traveling with Sandy was not a good idea.

As the saying goes, cutting off someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.

While talking, the car drove into the urban area of ​​Chula Vista, a border city in the beautiful country.

"Damn, this guy actually spent a lot of money to hire a killer to kill me? Does he have too much money to spend?"

The result was a bit unexpected. He had always thought that the person who assassinated him was related to the vampire behind the murder of the truck driver.

He knows very well how dangerous it is to have no ability to protect yourself in this world where capable people are everywhere.

Howard's hatred was of course purer and more intense than Ron imagined.

Ron was already very satisfied after finding out that the man behind the scenes might be Howard.

Ron first contacted the CIA, who had already sent a team to the hospital.

Facts have proved that no matter how handsome a man is, he still can't pick up beautiful women if he doesn't have money.

This fact is really cruel.

Unless he also throws money wildly, he is destined to be less popular than Sandy tonight.

Mudd, if he continues to squander like this, the 400,000 US dollars will be wasted by him sooner or later.

(End of chapter)