Chapter 159 Mike Smith’s back-up plan! (Major revision)

"I think you should lie in the ward now and take a good rest." Harry looked at the injured Dean with some worry, trying to persuade him not to work so hard!

A monthly salary of several thousand yuan.

What kind of fate are you playing with?

Harry was afraid of death and did not want Dean, who was almost killed by a bomb, to continue taking risks to investigate this case.

"How dare you bet that those lunatics won't continue to attack us and our families?"

Dean raised his head, smiled coldly, and clenched his fists: "Harry, remember, your life must be in your own hands, and you must rely on yourself!"

What bullshit FBI!

Dean can guarantee that as long as those high-IQ perverts show their worth, the FBI will not hesitate to recruit them for their own use!

He will never allow such a thing to happen!

Harry looked at the murderous Dean, licked his lips, and said hesitantly: "But we don't even know how many there are and where they are hiding."

"Someone knows!"

After saying that, Dean put away his gun, closed his eyes, and took the time to rest.

Mike Smith's Villa Estate.

After a few days.

Dean and the two met the sturdy nanny Ona again.

In just a few days.

She looked a lot older and a little sluggish. She seemed to have been greatly stimulated. She was completely different from the cheerful person she was when they first met.

Dean noticed.

Ona had obvious resistance to the arrival of the two of them this time: "I told you everything I knew last time, what else do you want?"

"I'm going into Mike Smith's room!", Dean got right to the point.

"No!" Ona refused without even thinking!

Dean nodded: "Then I want to talk to little Mike alone."

"No"

As soon as Ona opened her mouth, the black, straight and hard barrel filled her mouth, blocking the words she wanted to refuse.

Dean looked at the strong woman coldly: "The Source of Pain organization founded by Mike Smith has caused the direct or indirect death of more than a hundred people.

That group of perverts found many underage children to brainwash and trained them into tools with no bottom line.

We have to find them as soon as possible, we don't have time to ink with you.

Understand?"

Ona licked the cold barrel of the gun in her mouth, took a step back, and spit out the barrel.

There was no fear on her face, and her tone was still decisive: "No, unless you can ask the prosecutor or the chief judge to issue documents, I have the right to reject your request!"

Who are you trying to scare?

She didn't believe Dean dared to actually shoot!

The next moment!

Bang bang bang~

Seven rounds of bullets poured out, knocking Ona's huge body back and shaking continuously.

She stared blankly at Dean and the still steaming pistol in his hand. Without saying a word, she hit the floor hard, causing the entire hall to shake slightly.

Looking at her dead body.

Dean expressionlessly replaced the magazine with a new one.

Give you face!

that power?

You have the right to say no!

I also have the power to kill you!

Before my pistol, all living beings are equal!

"Harry, you stay outside!"

Dean gave simple instructions and walked towards the stairs.

"no problem!"

Harry raised his middle finger towards Ona's body.

This woman actually discriminated against him last time. If she didn't think she couldn't win, he would have made Ona look good last time!

Dean now helped him vent his anger.

Harry hummed a rap and walked towards the door of the villa.

He was used to Dean's wild style.

Don't give it a chance.

Open your mouth next time.

Dean always shoots directly!

No sloppiness or waste of time.

Mike Smith's villa has four floors.

The third floor is Mike Smith's residence, and the fourth floor is the library, where Mike Smith's autistic son often stays.

Think about it.

Dean walked to the third floor first.

The door to the third floor is locked.

But this thing can only protect against gentlemen, not Dean's 43-yard big feet!

There was a loud bang.

The door pops open!

Dean patted his trouser legs and walked in.

Different than expected.

Mike Smith's residence had no furniture, no books, and nothing that Dean had guessed. It was empty except for a very conspicuous wooden table in the middle of the corridor.

Dean walked to the table and found that there was actually a map of Los Angeles on it. Next to the map, there was a stack of letter paper full of scrawled fonts.

"Hey, did Mike Smith predict his own death before?"

Dean licked his dehydrated lips and picked up the pile of letter paper:

Hello, stranger!

I'm Mike Smith.

When you read this letter, I should be dead!

I've done a lot of wrong things.

But these sins should not be left to my son, so I asked Ona to contact the police immediately after I disappeared.

Of course, I didn't believe her, so I just lied to her: I planted a lot of trap bombs on the third floor. If those crazy people showed up, I would threaten them with this and call the police.

If this causes you trouble.

I'm sorry.

"Um?"

Seeing this, Dean frowned.

Ona, who was beaten to pieces by herself, obviously did not listen to Mike Smith's words. Instead, after Mike Smith disappeared, he stopped himself from going in to check on them!

There is something wrong with this woman!

Dean guessed that Ona might also be a member of the Source of Pain. It was just because the energy of that group of people was attracted to him and Harry that they did not deal with the villa.

Also because of Mike Smith's deception.

Ona did not dare to enter the third floor, leaving the things left by Mike Smith intact.

But there's one thing that doesn't make sense.

Because Mike Smith’s son, Little Mike, is a sick man and can’t take care of himself. Why do those crazy people keep him?

With doubts.
To be continued...