Chapter 11 Muddy the Water

A black and thick cannon pointed directly at the door.

Facing the dark muzzle.

Dean felt a little dizzy!

This is actually a cannon with a caliber as thick as his head!

The base of the cannon was locked by a heavy truck, occupying most of the garage. In the dim environment, it looked like a steel monster, entrenched here, waiting for its prey to break in without mercy.

On one side of the heavy truck, a heavy canvas was lifted, revealing neatly stacked wooden boxes inside, which looked like boxes of ammunition.

"Who is Santoni?"

Dean came back to his senses, feeling uneasy.

He was a little afraid to enter the garage.

A turret of this caliber, even in a war, would definitely be a lethal weapon, but at this moment, it was like a toy, hidden in Las Vegas, a casino city with many tourists.

Dean understood that Santoni's identity was definitely more troublesome than he had guessed.

At least.

The large organization he belonged to in his previous life could not easily obtain such a weapon of war, let alone quietly bring such a weapon into a tourist city of a big country.

It's not that it can't be done.

But there are too many involved here.

All of a sudden.

Dean was in a dilemma.

He turned his head and looked at the door switch that he had destroyed, feeling bitter in his heart.

If you want to open the door, you must destroy the circuit.

He had no intention of hiding his traces.

But who would have thought that such an important thing would be left in a garage like this without any precautions.

Do you still have any sense of confidentiality?

What a scam!

Dean knew that once he got involved with this kind of force, there would be endless trouble and pursuit waiting for him, and he would have no power to resist.

"calm down!"

Dean took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

I have left traces of my visit!

at this point.

You must downplay your existence!

He gritted his teeth, bent down and walked into the garage to inspect it carefully.

The garage is a bit dilapidated, with some exposed wires and no signs of repair. It must have been a long time ago, and no traces of hidden wires were found.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

At least it means there is no monitoring here.

Otherwise, even if he conceals his appearance, he will not be able to hide his figure. With the deaths of Mas and Santoni implicated, the possibility of him being exposed will greatly increase.

He carefully passed through the heavy trucks pulling heavy artillery and came to the big boxes.

The box has no lock.

Dean opened one to view.

A strange smell overflowed from the box, causing Dean, who was wearing a mask, to subconsciously hold his breath.

This smell is very pungent, as if it is covering up other smells.

He held his breath and looked inside the box. He was shocked to find that there were no cannonballs inside, but some equipment for chemical experiments.

"these things."

Dean looked at these wiped clean equipment, then closed the box, looked at the traces left on the lid of the box, and then thought of the sewage outlet and the hanging air purifiers, and came up with a guess.

These are used to make poison!

This made Dean even more confused.

Drug manufacturing facilities and battlefield heavy artillery are all hidden in the garage of this residential area.

Santoni, who is he?

Sudden.

Dean thought of the two men who had left Santoni's house earlier.

The two men rummaged through Santoni's house, but left without touching any obviously valuable items. They left empty-handed. They were obviously not thieves, but people who paid close attention to Santoni.

So they knew about Santoni's death and took the opportunity to find what they needed.

But they didn't come to check out the garage.

These two people were more like Santoni's collaborators. They knew something about Santoni, but they didn't fully understand him. They were pressed for time and were eager to leave.

For example: cooperation in drug trafficking.

Santoni is responsible for manufacturing drugs, and the two are responsible for selling drugs.

Santoni died.

The two men ran over to look for the drugs Santoni might have hidden.

Dean patted his head.

No matter what the relationship between those two people is with Santoni!

With these two scapegoats, why should I bother myself?

A way to escape quickly flashed through his mind, and he returned to Santoni's residence. After carefully checking the traces, he left with ease.

After about half an hour.

Several police cars surrounded Santoni's residence

at the same time.

Several heavyweight newspapers stationed in Las Vegas also received anonymous calls. After discovering that something was wrong with the police's actions, they swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

A shocking news spread with lightning speed, using the Internet to spread quickly before the senior executives of Las Vegas could react.

Also spread were Santoni's information and the photo of the heavy artillery.

The whole state of Nevada is in chaos.

"Mom, your fried bacon is still so delicious."

Dean patted his belly with satisfaction and gave a thumbs up to the white woman across the table.

"Haha, baby, is your little mouth covered in honey today?"

The white woman, Dean's mother Sheila, was very satisfied with Dean's reaction and poured all the remaining bacon on Dean's plate, causing the thin young man beside him to roll his eyes.

He is Dean's younger brother Thompson. He has black hair and brown eyes, is thin and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He has an elegant temperament that is incompatible with this place.

A little brown-haired loli sitting next to Thompson, with dissatisfaction on her cute face, muttered to Sheila: "Sheila, Dean is not good at all, he doesn't mean what he says."

"Hey, my baby sister, you said you missed me before?"

"NO!"

The little Lolita shook her finger: "Dean, there is no gift, no sister!"

"Ha ha!"

Sheila was amused by her youngest daughter's words and winked at Dean: "Dean, I reminded you not to forget the gift."

Dean put down his fork with some embarrassment: "Sinclair, I just said goodbye to a good friend of mine and I was not in a good mood. I forgot about it. I'm sorry."

After he diverted the trouble away, he rushed back in a hurry, but he didn't remember these little things.

Dean's words made Sheila react.

She stepped forward and gave Dean a hug: "Baby, it's not your fault. You came back from Las Vegas and drove all the way. I'm afraid you're very tired now. Go and take a nap after eating.

"

Dean nodded.

Thompson on the side lit up when he heard the word Las Vegas.

He said to Dean excitedly: "Dean, I saw the news today that a thief in Las Vegas found a 210mm door in a garage in a residential area during the robbery.

caliber heavy artillery, is this true?”
To be continued...