Chapter 293 Evolution, Return to Los Angeles

Author: Yifandog Thief

"Speed ​​up, speed!"

Dean stood in front of the large mirror in the bathroom, wearing shorts, and silently chanting in his heart.

Attribute points: 1→0.

Speed: 15→16.

The property point you just obtained disappears.

A numbness surged from all over the body.

Dean looked into the mirror and his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw meridians hidden in the flesh and blood tissue of the skin, as if they had an independent consciousness, twisting, stretching, and spreading under the flesh and blood of the skin.

Thrilling, evil.

Even though Dean was mentally strong and witnessed this change in his body, he still felt his scalp numb, worried that he would become a prehistoric monster.

This strange situation lasted for more than a minute before it calmed down.

Just when Dean thought the change was over.

A piece of information emerged from my mind: the proliferation of pre-tissues has been completed (120%), and the gene mining is expected to be completed in 20 hours.

Come again?

Dean didn't expect that the physical fitness improvement after breaking the limit will change so much!

Not waiting for him to react.

A warm current followed by a sensation of dizziness.

Dean shook his head, forced himself to put on his pajamas beside him, and did not bother back to the bed, and could only stumble on the sofa nearest, curled up and fell into a coma.

Under the erosion of the warm current, his body temperature rose at a very unscientific speed. In areas that cannot be seen by the naked eye, some genes that have been sleeping for countless years were awakened by unknown forces, broken and reorganized, integrated into the existing body structure, and then they were at an incomprehensible speed, proliferating rapidly in his body.

In a coma, Dean had a dream.

A strange and real dream.

He dreamed that he was in a huge forest, jumping and rushing flexibly at a very exaggerated speed, avoiding the pursuit of some terrifying beasts, or hunting some thinner beasts.

The two scenes are constantly changing.

The picture gradually blurred.

In the end, all the dreams turned into a strange sense of falling, which made Dean instinctively kick his feet in a sleepy state.

"Aowu~"

A sad scream woke Dean from his sleep.

He suddenly stood up, subconsciously going in the direction of the sound, stimulating the bullets collected in the subspace, everything in his vision came to his mind like slow motion:

I saw Chestonne, the unlucky guy, covering his stomach, opening his mouth wide, his face was distorted and ferocious, soaring in the air with a lobster bent posture, hitting the heavy TV counter hard.

Thanks to this magical reaction speed.

Dean stopped in time and was about to be activated, leaving Chestonin, who was kicked away, his life.

"Sorry, Chestonne"

Dean looked at Chestonin with apology on his face and was pulled away by an ambulance.

It turned out that when Chestonne was delivering food, he found Dean lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

He thought Dean was too tired before, so he didn't bother him, but was guarding the side. As a result, when he wanted to step forward to help Dean tuck the quilt, he happened to greet Dean's kick.

If it weren't for the soles of his feet that had just touched Chestonne's stomach, causing most of the power to fail to burst out, Dean probably would have kicked Chestonne to death in his sleep and completed the achievement of killing people in his dream.

"Speaking of this, the dream of falling seems to have appeared when I grew up."

Dean looked down at his trouser legs that had obviously become shorter, shook his head, and returned to the room.

He noticed.

When I got closer, the two FBI Operations Department members who were standing at the door to guard me were tight and their hands were touched to their waists without consciously, completely treating themselves as dangerous people with unstable mental states.

After entering the room.

Only then did Dean have time to carefully feel the changes in his body.

The degree of this change was far beyond his imagination.

If the attribute points before breaking the limit are considered to be in the category of human beings, then now he is definitely beginning to enter an extraordinary evolution.

All-round physical enhancement will not be discussed.

Dean found that his physical coordination and explosiveness were at least twice as fast as before, and when he was already very abnormal, he even had the illusion that the flow rate of time was slowing down when he focused on looking at an object.

for example:

Dean picked up a pen on the table and threw it into the air. Then he drew an afterimage in his palm, and then accurately positioned it at the tip of the pen again and again, maintaining the magical scene where the pen circled in the air but could not fall off.

This seems to be just a trick.

But only by controlling the control of strength and responding to the body and being almost perfectly able to achieve this effect.

"It's getting more and more inhuman. I don't know if I continue to strengthen this way, and the speed attribute reaches the limit of twenty points. Can I master the neural reaction speed similar to bullet time?"

Dean thought for a while, calmed down and looked back at the panel.

“【Violence Detective Panel】

Character: Dean

Level: 21(0/4000)

Spirit: 15 (locked)

Strength: 15

Speed: 16

Endurance: 15

Skills: mastery of pistols, mastery of ancient Muay Thai, Akaz School-mind reading technique L3, trace tracking L3, animal taming L1, skip (click to open).

Features: Body of a beast!

Subspace: 2 cubic meters

Attribute point: 0

Skill Points: 4

Completed cases: omitted.”

"The remaining four skill points are enough for me to upgrade one skill to at least the professional level L3. However, it seems that there is no suitable choice yet, and my learning ability is also very strong. It is more appropriate to keep these skill points for emergency response."

Dean thought for a little while and ended the reinforcement.

Shortly after Chestonne was taken to the hospital.

A woman, protected by two fully armed police officers, knocked on Dean's door.

"Hello, I am Fana, the supervisor of the branch here, so it's easy to talk about now?"

Fana is a very beautiful blonde woman, about thirty years old, wearing red peach-wood glasses and slightly serious professional attire, but her tight clothes are undoubtedly telling outsiders that she has something to do.

Dean looked her up and down with a smile on his face: "Of course, but would it be too exaggerated to bring the two guys behind you?"

"Not exaggerating at all."

Fana shook her finger: "Agent Dean, in your previous action, one person killed more than twelve people, basically killed more than three people, and experienced cruel torture before your death. Just now, your companion was also taken to the hospital by you. The doctor said that he didn't have a month and he might not be able to get out of bed."

Speaking of this, she took back her feet that were about to step into Dean's room and took a deep breath: "Forget it, you're too dangerous, I'll talk to you at the door!"

Dean shrugged: "You said."

Fana waved her hand, and after the two stupid and strong men behind her, she retreated aside with guns, she lowered her voice and said, "Your actions make me passive. Don't tell me, you want me to wipe your butt!"

She deliberately waited for a few days before coming to find Dean, just to ask Dean to find connections on her own and deal with some of the troubles behind the organ factory.

Fana stayed in this remote city very well.

She didn't want to provoke dangerous people like Dean, nor did she want Dean to ruin her peaceful life now.

But now it seems.

This guy doesn't seem to matter.

Dean spread his hands: "What's the trouble?"

Fana took out a photo: "This person is called Swander. He has several identities, city councillors, medical shoulders, and some more complex identities. The case of the organ factory is completely over, but your troubles have just begun!"

Those organs and the channels for flowing are too complicated.

This includes beneficiaries, medical capital, and local governments. Even the FBI will not foolishly continue to explore after solving the case.
To be continued...