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

The first time the gunfire sounded.

Dean yelled at Harry, "Harry, get out of the car!"

Police cars are not bulletproof cars, only the doors are reinforced with steel plates.

Generally, when a gun battle occurs, the police usually turn the front of the car to the dangerous area, relying on the engine or the hub as a cover, and counterattack.

Harry's reflexes were no slower than Dean's.

The two hid to the side of the car at the same time, avoiding the frontal attack of the enemy's bullets.

Almost at the same time.

There was the sound of glass shattering.

The poor police car crunched helplessly.

The enemy set fire to the police car!

Dean's expression changed.

listen to the sound.

The enemy is ahead, there are at least four people.

There is no shelter around.

at this time.

Amidst the heavy gunfire, Malago yelled for them to retreat.

Dean rolled his eyes.

Even with Malago's cover, it's easy to be hit by dense bullets in the car now.

However, Malago's actions made Dean's image of him much better.

Malago's mouth stinks a little.

But when something happened, it was not ambiguous at all.

It was the first time Harry encountered this kind of scene, and he looked terrified: "FK, Dean, why don't you run, we don't even have a gun now."

"Running now is to be a target!" Dean looked around, breathed out a fiery breath, and said a little excitedly: "The enemy is not far away, I will find a way to kill them!"

The divergence of alcohol, the stimulation of gunfire.

Dean felt his adrenaline soaring rapidly, his whole body was hot, and the intense excitement kept impacting the tyranny he had been suppressing.

He pushed Harry away, crawled from under the car to Malago's side, and grabbed the pistol at his waist.

The waist was touched.

Malago turned his head and saw Dean, his old red face flashed with anger: "Take that nigger and get out, I don't want to be blamed for not protecting you well and losing the Texans s face!"

Dean ignored him and did a quick check of the pistol in his hand.

This is Harry's favorite M629 revolver. It is loaded with six rounds and has a thick barrel. It uses 11.176 mm high-powered Magnum bullets. Once hit, it will either kill or seriously injure.

Under the effect of pistol proficiency.

The various performance characteristics of this revolver kept appearing in Dean's mind.

But two or three breaths.

Dean felt that this revolver seemed to be an extension of his palm, and he knew everything about it like the back of his hand, giving him the false illusion of being one with the gun.

blah blah~

The enemy's bullets are constantly covering and getting closer.

The opponent is suppressing while approaching!

Listen to the movement of the bullet.

While determining the positions of several gunmen, Dean calculated their reloading frequency, wiped the dust off his face, and shouted at Malago: "In five seconds, suppress with full firepower, trust me!"

After speaking, he squirmed to the other side like a worm.

"madman!"

Malago guessed what Dean was going to do. After scolding the madman, he counted the time and without any hesitation, risked being shot, got up and pulled the trigger towards him.

Almost at the same time.

Dean jumped up, like a cheetah, and rushed to the other side of the road.

This changes suddenly.

The gunman who attacked was caught off guard.

Dean chose a tricky angle.

The gunman facing Dean's direction was reloading, while the others were scared and shrank to the ground under Malago's fearless suppression.

"Someone is coming!"

"FK, he's too fast!"

The gunman opposite Dean hurriedly inserted new magazines, ready to pull the bolt to load.

He is so amateurish.

With modern semi-automatic rifles, as long as the magazine is replaced without running out of bullets, there is no need to re-pull the bolt to load.

That's the delay.

Dean had already rushed more than 40 meters away, enveloping the enemy attackers within a range of 50 meters, and raised the revolver in his hand without hesitation.

"Go to hell!" The gunman in Dean's direction finally pulled the bolt and pointed his rifle at Dean.

He didn't believe that someone could shoot him while running fast!

next moment.

bang~

A cloud of fireworks roared from the heavy barrel of the revolver.

The shooter who had just stood up had his head exploded like a watermelon, and the huge impact made him lean back heavily, driving the pulled rifle to shoot randomly at the top of his head

"Jimmy!!!"

Only then did the gunman's companion react.

Before they could make a move.

The muscles in Dean's legs swelled suddenly, leading him to jump up, bringing the three gunmen who were lying on the ground not far away together into the shooting field of vision.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The revolver roared.

Three gun flames shot out in mid-air.

The battlefield is quiet

far away.

Malago was holding the trigger of the M4 that had run out of bullets, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were dull looking at Dean who landed gracefully.

FK.

Am I hallucinating?

Just a few seconds.

It was as if he saw God in person.

"This gun is a bit powerful." Dean panted heavily, shaking his stinging wrist.

Take a break.

Just like the western cowboy in the movie, he turned the revolver and blew on the muzzle.

The sense of ceremony cannot be less.

Put it away and grab it.

Looking at the four bursting rotten watermelons on the ground, Dean himself was a little surprised: "I'm a bit fierce."

He never thought that he is so awesome now!

Run and jump quickly.

Four shots, four headshots.

Strong core strength, ultra-fast reaction nerves, pistol proficiency like a man and a gun in one.

All three are indispensable.

It was the first time that Dean saw the terror of himself after seeing the 'strong physique' plus 'pistol proficiency'!

"It's just that the stamina is a little weak." Dean shook his head feeling his heart that was still beating violently: "It's a bit strenuous to rush out a hundred meters with all your strength."

Dean's stamina is considered excellent among ordinary people of the same age.

But the rest of his specs are a bit over the top.

Explosions pay attention to the energy provided after the flesh and blood are squeezed for a moment.

It's like a person who doesn't save money. Although he has a monthly salary of 6,000 yuan, it may be difficult for him to take out 2,000 yuan immediately.

That's what Dean is now.

Endurance has become his short board.

He realized that if he wants to maintain a full-strength burst for a long time in the future, he must increase the upper limit of endurance!

far away.

Hearing movement disappear.

With an anxious face, Harry boldly poked his head out of the cover of the car.

Seeing this, I was stunned.

How could Dean be across the road?

Malago, an old guy, is like a statue, holding the M4, stepping on the edge of the road, quite sturdy and not afraid of death, shooting, motionless.

Harry realized that the battle was over, and said timidly, "What's the situation now?"

His words awakened Malago who was in a state of dementia.

He breathed out a mouthful of alcohol, and said solemnly to Harry, a nigga, "The battle is over, your companion is very strong."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that his description was not accurate enough, and added another sentence: "Very, very strong, so strong that I want to marry my daughter to him now!"

Harry:? ? ?

the other side.

After Dean calmed down his heartbeat, he picked up the rifle on the ground and looked at the sunken terrain not far away.

Four gunmen were killed.

There was no message from the panel.

It means there are still enemies!

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