American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 4 04 Burglars

The two exchanged words with each other, and Annie reluctantly left the hotel.

Ron couldn't bear to part with the charming Anne.

It's the age when one learns the taste of food, and the two of them wish they could get tired of being together every day.

Unfortunately, Annie still has to work, and he also has to find a new job.

After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to resign from the Robbery and Murder Division.

Yesterday, he was still hesitant. After experiencing the conflict with Howard, he also learned about the existence of the Umbrella Company.

Especially the latter, he has a strong sense of urgency.

He urgently needs to gain the power to protect himself by destroying aliens.

People without thought, he must worry about!

When disaster strikes, if you don't have the power to protect yourself, you can only pray to others and God.

Ron squatted down and placed his index and middle fingers on his carotid artery, confirming that the other person was dead before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Very unlikely.

Gunshots rang out and bullets poured out.

Closing the car door, Ron walked to the door.

Ron rolled his eyes impatiently.

It hurts!

Still, his arm was grazed by the bullet.

Ron said amusedly: "Don't you know how to investigate on your own? I am not your subordinate, and I have no responsibility to help you investigate the case."

"Bang bang..."

Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly noticed signs of movement in the flowerpot next to him.

The obese middle-aged man's gun barrel moved towards Ron's head, and their eyes intertwined.

Howard looked arrogant, "I am making a routine inquiry and I hope you will cooperate."

9:38: The unknown call was finally connected, and the call lasted 21 seconds.

Go to the mirror and look at yourself in the mirror.

Howard's words basically confirmed some of his guesses.

"Just be arrogant, I'm sure you won't be so lucky next time."

There was a scream, and the black man's blood spurted out.

Ron looked at Howard with interest.

At least he's not an ordinary thief.

In China, only the rich can afford to live in such villas.

He carefully looked at their faces and searched their memories.

After being washed away by the rain, the mud flowed down the flower pot to the bottom of the pot, forming an obvious circle.

It was probably the neighbor who heard the gunfire from his side and chose to call the police.

"Skill point 1→0."

The house was cordoned off with red police tape.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at his left arm and saw that a piece of flesh was gone.

In just three seconds, Ron emptied the magazine.

Normally, he would never notice someone breaking into the house.

After the flower pot was moved, the circles formed by the dirt were extremely eye-catching.

After Ron looked out the window and checked that there was no one in the living room, he held the gun in both hands and aimed at the second-floor window.

In the small courtyard, there are neatly manicured green lawns, flower gardens, and a two-story small Western-style building.

Therefore, the person who sneaked into the room may not be a simple thief.

He found two mobile phones from the two people, and the call records of one of them caught his attention.

"OK, OK, don't get excited. I am a police officer and the owner of the house. They broke into my room and tried to murder me."

Ron obviously didn't believe that an immoral robber would value love and justice so much.

Ron panted violently, the hormones stimulated the rapid flow of blood in his body, making his face flush and emitting an astonishing amount of heat, and sweat slid down his cheeks unconsciously.

In the car he called Jonathan.

Howard led the team from the Robbery and Murder Division and drove over.

Howard glared at Ron fiercely and hurried into the scene of the crime. After confirming that the killers were dead, his expression improved slightly.

Take a deep breath and pull the trigger without hesitation.

God’s protection depends on luck.

Jonathan directly asked him to report to the Los Angeles branch tomorrow.

"Cooperate with you? You're blind and didn't see my arm bleeding! It's not you who was injured, so I don't feel pain in my back when I stand talking."

Since you are going to join the Special Investigation Bureau, it is best to improve your strength.

Ron felt that his brain became clearer, his thinking became more agile, and his body became stronger.

Somewhere along the way, he discovered that he had the ability to hypnotize others.

Ron parked the car on the side of the tree-lined road and closed the door.

With the killer emerging from the kitchen, Ron became more cautious.

There is evidence of Howard's racial discrimination.

The black man's eyes widened, the carpet was soaked with blood, and his hands clenched the pistol tightly.

"Mighty, mighty..."

Ron tentatively dialed the number.

After confirming Ron's true identity, they released Ron.

Ron held the gun with both hands and pulled the trigger.

If exposed, Howard would be finished.

The mastermind behind the scenes did not expect that the killer would fail, so he did not prepare a backup plan.

It happened to rain heavily the night before yesterday.

"Tell me, are you hiding something from us? Otherwise, why would they go out of their way to kill you?"

"Eye of Stupidity LV0 → LV1."

Ron looked at Howard's back with a dangerous light in his eyes.

He asked furiously: "What's going on?"

His eyes immediately lost their luster, and the shotgun fell to the ground with a clatter.

He was shot in the arm, chest and head.

Only then did he believe that the patrolman in front of him was a real policeman.

While explaining, Ron slowly lowered his pistol.

"Could it be that they are trying to avenge Arthur? Are the robbers so attached to love and justice?"

Two gunshots were fired, and the wooden door exploded.

Because I was too nervous, all the other bullets flew away.

Ron became alert.

His expression changed drastically, and he barely managed to escape by turning his body sideways.

"They are bandits, I am a soldier, and I killed Arthur myself. Why do you think they wanted to kill me? Do you think there are other reasons?"

A non-chief like him should have negative luck!

Therefore, he decided to accept Jonathan's invitation to join the Special Investigation Bureau.

"Put down the gun and raise your hands!"

In the mirror, he has clear outlines, three-dimensional facial features, and deep and charming eyes.

"Bang!"

He confirmed that he did not know these two people.

Seeing Ron's cooperation, several patrol officers swarmed up and handcuffed Ron.

Ron keenly noticed that the patrolman's gun was shaking violently.

When the ambulance didn't come, he cooperated with the patrol officers to take notes on the lawn outside the house.

"ah……"

"you……"

Others are unreliable.

"call……"

"Put down the gun and raise your hands!"

Ron squatted next to the door, hiding his body behind the wall as much as possible. He stretched out his right hand to insert the key, and quickly turned the door lock as usual.

Obtain skill points by killing aliens to make yourself stronger and stronger.

As expected, the killer should be two people.

I pushed open the courtyard door and took a look at the small single-family courtyard in front of me.

Vice-Team Old Sean walked over with a wry smile.

Just now, Jonathan informed Ron that he had asked someone to help him complete the formalities, and now he has resigned from the Robbery and Murder Division.

1:54: The unfamiliar call was answered again, and the call lasted 32 seconds.

"Put down the gun and raise your hands!"

"Resist, resist, resist..."

Jonathan was very welcoming to Ron's joining, which was completely different from Howard's attitude.

In Los Angeles, this type of house is very common.

It is foreseeable that Howard will do everything possible to get back evidence that can threaten him.

Precisely because the possibility is small, it is easy to succeed beyond ordinary people's expectations.

Ron thought of Howard and the recorder in his hand.

"Isn't the result obvious? They should all be Arthur's accomplices and come to avenge him."

He put his hands on his waist and swaggered out of the house.

If he had just stood in front of the door and opened the door, it would have blown up like the wooden door by now.

The result was disappointing, the message was that it could not be connected.

Yes, he had just worried about the killer pretending to be a patrolman.

There was no time to pay attention to the approaching police.

"Mighty and mighty..."

Until one day, he can not only protect himself, but also hold up a protective umbrella for others.

Otherwise, it would take ten days and a half to recuperate.

Ron turned around slowly, and the panicked patrolman pointed his gun at him.

"Is there a thief?"

Step by step, he slowly moved towards the door. When he reached the door, he aimed forward and entered the living room quietly. The faint smell of blood spread in the room.

He guessed that the system had optimized its capabilities.

After tearing apart their clothes, the letter tattoos on their furry chests were the same as Arthur's tattoos.

The patrol police will only come after receiving the alarm.

The siren sounded and the police arrived late.

After getting out of the car, Howard saw Ron in the yard, his face gloomy and ugly.

The accident happened very quickly and ended very quickly.

Ron's expression gradually became gloomy, and judging from the call records, there was someone behind the scenes.

A fat middle-aged white man raised his shotgun and shot at Ron.

"Bang!"

"Resist, resist, resist..."

The black man heard the noise and turned halfway.

He didn't become like Arthur, with an extra layer of white substance on his eyes.

Howard's eyes evaded and asked in a deep voice: "How did you confirm that they are Arthur's people?"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, it's not necessarily a thief..."

The alarm sounded again.

Ron jumped up and ran quickly to the window.

This kind of robber has always been a rare talent.

The blood stained his sleeves red, but luckily no bones or muscles were injured.

The middle-aged man lay down on the ground with a look of resignation, making a loud muffled sound.

Ron held the gun with both hands and aimed at the black man in the living room who fired at the door.

Fortunately, the window happened to be ajar.

The door lock opened, he pushed hard and quickly retracted his right hand.

"What are you? Be careful if I file a complaint against you!"

"Huhu..."

As soon as they put the mobile phones back into the two of them, several patrol officers rushed in with guns in both hands, pointing their guns at Ron.

The middle-aged man was shot once in the head and shoulder.

It didn't matter, after the bullet hit his head, red and white stuff sprayed on the ground.

His body twitched and he fell into a pool of blood.

After saying that, Howard turned and left.

Ron put on his clothes, left the hotel, and drove toward his residence.

Ron fell heavily to the ground, ignoring the pain, and his eyes quickly turned white.

There was a sudden loud noise and the kitchen door suddenly opened.

Howard looked at Ron sinisterly, his voice suddenly became softer and he said coldly.

A tingling electric current spread throughout the body.

He checked the house and found no other killer except that the house was in a mess.

"Someone sneaked into the room?"

My mind became clear for a while, my vision gradually blurred, and then became extremely clear.

"Why are you doing this?"

The working class can afford to live there, while the truly rich live in large estates on the outskirts of the city.

At 17:21 last night, there was an unknown caller without a name, and the call lasted 3 minutes and 3 seconds.

"hehe."

Ron just smiled.

He has now determined that the man behind the tip to the killer is Howard.

Fortunately, I didn't go home last night, otherwise, I might have been on the street.

(End of chapter)