American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 4 04 Burglars

The two of them depended on each other for a while, and Annie left the hotel reluctantly.

Ron can't bear to part with the glamorous Annie.

It is the age of eating marrow and knowing taste, and the two wish they could get tired of being together every day.

It's a pity that 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 a little hesitant. After experiencing the conflict with Howard, he learned about the existence of the umbrella company.

Especially the latter, he has a sense of urgency.

He urgently needs to gain self-preservation power by eliminating 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.

Others are unreliable.

For God's sake it's a matter of luck.

For a non-chief like him, his luck should be negative!
Therefore, he decided to accept Jonathan's invitation to join the Special Investigation Bureau.

Gain skill points by killing aliens and make yourself stronger and stronger.

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

Since you want to enter the Special Investigation Bureau, it is best to improve your strength.

"Skill point 1 → 0."

"Eye of Folly LV0→LV1."

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

A crisp, itchy electric current spread all over his body.

The accident happened very quickly, and it ended very quickly.

Ron felt his brain became clearer, his thinking quicker, and his body became stronger.

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

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

"call……"

He was relieved.

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

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

He guessed that the system should optimize its capabilities.

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

In the car he called Jonathan.

Jonathan welcomed Ron's joining, which was very different from Howard's attitude.

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

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

Pushing open the courtyard door, he glanced at the single-family courtyard in front of him.

There are neatly manicured green lawns, flower beds, and a two-story western-style building in the small courtyard.

In China, only rich people should be able to afford such villas.

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

The working class can afford to live, but the real rich live in large manors on the outskirts of the city.

After closing the car door, Ron walked to the door.

Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly noticed that the flower pot next to him had moved.

"Someone sneaked into the room?"

Normally, he would never notice that someone broke into the house.

The night before yesterday, it happened to be raining heavily.

Under the washing of rainwater, the mud flowed down the flower pot to the bottom of the pot.A distinct circle is formed.

After the pots were moved, the circles formed by the dirt were very eye-catching.

"A thief?"

Ron became wary.

"No, not necessarily a thief..."

Ron thought of Howard and the recorder in his hand.

It contained evidence of Howard's racism.

If exposed, Howard will be finished.

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

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

At least not an ordinary thief.

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

The door lock was unlocked, he pushed it hard, and quickly retracted his right hand.

"Boom bang..."

Two shots were fired, and the wooden door exploded.

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

With a start, Ron quickly ran to the window.

Fortunately, the window happened to be ajar.

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

Taking a deep breath, he frantically pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Anti-anti-anti..."

Gunshots rang out and bullets poured out.

In just three seconds, Ron emptied the magazine.

The black man heard the movement and turned halfway.

Shots were shot in the arms, chest and head.

"what……"

With a scream, the black blood shot out.

The body convulsed and fell into a pool of blood.

After observing that the living room was empty from the window, Ron held the gun in both hands and aimed at the window on the second floor.

Slowly moving towards the door step by step, aiming at the front at the door, and entering the living room lightly, a faint smell of blood spread in the room.

The black man's eyes were wide open, the carpet was soaked in blood, and his hands were tightly clenched to the pistol.

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

"Oh!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the kitchen door was pushed open.

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

His expression changed drastically, and he flung his body sideways to avoid it.

Still, his arm was grazed by the bullet.

It hurts!

Ron, who fell heavily to the ground, ignored the pain, his eyes turned white rapidly.

The barrel of the fat middle-aged man moved to Ron's head, and his eyes intertwined.

His eyes immediately lost their luster, and the Slap shotgun fell to the ground.

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

"Anti-anti-anti..."

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

Because of being too nervous, the other bullets flew away.

It doesn't matter, after the bullet hit the head, red and white things sprayed on the ground.

"Oh!"

The middle-aged man lay on the ground with a face full of unwillingness, and made a loud muffled sound.

"Whoosh..."

Ron was panting violently, hormones stimulated the blood in his body to flow rapidly, making his face flushed and exuding amazing heat, and sweat slipped down his cheeks unknowingly.

Taking a deep breath, he looked towards his left arm, where a piece of flesh was gone.

Blood stained his sleeves red, but fortunately no bones were hurt.

Otherwise, it will take ten and a half months to recuperate.

With the killer coming out of the kitchen, Ron was more cautious.

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

As expected, the killer should be two people.

"Mighty and mighty..."

The sirens sounded and the police were belatedly arriving.

It should be that the neighbor heard the gunshots from his side and chose to call the police.

The patrolmen will only come when they are called.

No time to answer the oncoming police.

He carefully checked the faces of the two and searched for memories.

He confirmed that he did not know these two people.

Pulling off the clothes of the two, the letter tattoo on the furry chest is the same as that guy Arthur's tattoo.

"Could it be that they want to avenge Arthur? The robbers are so affectionate and righteous?"

Ron obviously didn't believe that an immoral robber would be so affectionate and righteous.

This kind of robber has always been a scarce talent.

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

At 17:21 last night, there was an unnamed call from an unknown person. The call lasted 3 minutes and 3 seconds.

1:54: The strange call was connected again, and the call lasted 32 seconds.

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

Ron tentatively dialed.

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

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

As soon as the mobile phones were put back on the two of them, several patrolmen rushed in with guns in both hands, pointing their guns at Ron.

"Put down the gun and raise your hands!"

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

"Put down the gun and raise your hands!"

Ron keenly noticed that the policeman's muzzle was shaking violently.

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

Yes, he had just worried about the killer posing as a patrolman.

Very unlikely.

It is precisely because the possibility is small that it is easy to succeed beyond ordinary people's expectations.

The mastermind behind the scenes didn't expect the killer to fail, so he didn't prepare for it.

"Put down the gun and raise your hands!"

"OK, OK, don't get excited, I'm the police and I'm the owner. They broke into my room and tried to murder me."

Ron slowly put down the pistol while explaining.

Seeing that Ron was very cooperative, several patrolmen rushed up and handcuffed Ron.

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

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

The house was cordoned off by patrol officers with red tape.

"Mighty, mighty..."

The alarm sounded again.

Howard led the members of the Robbery and Murder Division to drive here.

After getting out of the car, Howard saw Ron in the yard with a gloomy and terrible face.

Howard glared at Ron fiercely, rushed into the scene of the crime in a hurry, confirmed that the killers were all dead, and his face improved a little.

With his hands on his waist, he swaggered out of the room.

Covering his head and face, he asked, "What's going on here?"

Ron rolled his eyes impatiently.

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

"Say, do you have something to hide from us, otherwise, why would they come to kill you on purpose?"

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

Ron watched Howard with interest.

Howard dodged his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "How did you confirm that they belonged to Arthur?"

Ron laughed and said, "Don't you know how to investigate yourself? I'm not your subordinate anymore, and I have no responsibility to help you investigate the case."

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

Howard looked arrogant, "I'm making a routine inquiry, I hope you cooperate."

"Cooperate with you? Blind, I didn't see my arm bleeding! It wasn't you who was injured, so standing and talking won't hurt your back."

"you……"

"What are you? Be careful, I will sue you!"

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

Howard looked at Ron sternly, his voice suddenly became softer and cold.

After speaking, Howard turned and left.

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

Howard's words basically confirmed some of his guesses.

Old Xiao En, the deputy team leader, walked over with a wry smile.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Ha ha."

Ron just smiled.

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

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

(End of this chapter)