42. Chapter 42 42 Summer Vacation, Shooting Upgrade

Author: vaguely

Chapter 42 42. Summer vacation, shooting upgrade

Dean returns home.

Holden's words have been lingering in his mind, echoing over and over again.

"I will personally guide you on how to use your talents and talents legally and compliantly! Let you find the balance between madness and order!"

Dean was deeply confused.

"NO, being a guinea pig for this insane FBI would be sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth and exposing your own abnormalities!"

Dean is not interested in being the FBI's follower or experiment.

"Come on, Holden is just an ordinary person. He can't see the 'shadow'. As long as he is more careful, he can't detect anything."

There was a little benefit that Dean couldn't refuse.

After these days of private exploration, Dean has gained some insights into the triggering principle of the ‘event’ authenticated by the system. It is basically impossible to trigger it in ordinary daily life.

But if there is any unknown mystery or death happening around you, it will most likely be triggered.

The FBI and LVPD, who work with various cases all day long, are almost a ready-made "task trigger."

"If you use Holden's channels, you can trigger a large number of 'events', gain experience, and gain proficiency."

"Examine this job and fully understand the laws, rules and regulations, so that you can better navigate outside the rules in the future."

"If you don't get used to me staying for a while, why don't you get out of here?"

Two incompatible thoughts were fighting in his mind. He was temporarily unable to make a decision and suffered from insomnia again.

…

"Man, where did you go yesterday? Everyone searched everywhere and couldn't find you." Early in the morning, Rust and Britney knocked on the door and visited.

"I'm not used to that kind of situation. I feel very irritable." Dean opened the door with dark circles under his eyes, sat back at the dining table, and invited the two of them to enjoy the mountain of fried eggs, sausages and milk.

Rust sat down opposite him unceremoniously to eat and drink, then turned on the TV, "If you hadn't left then, you would have enjoyed the same big star treatment as Caroline!"

Dean shook his head indifferently.

"But I have bad news for you."

Britney joked,

"Caroline is so popular that she signed with the company again. She will travel all over Nevada with the band for a long time, and may only come back once every few months."

Dean swallowed a whole sausage in one gulp, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, and there was a trace of relief and satisfaction in his eyes.

"Caroline can realize her dream and become a big star. I am sincerely happy for her."

"Quiet, watch TV!" Rust reminded, and the two people's attention was attracted.

On the screen, Catherine Medici, the well-known female host of the morning news, was aiming her charming V-shaped deep groove at the local Vegas music star, the gray-haired old man guest.

The latter looked quietly into the ditch.

And the content of the conversation between the two——

"The coquettish female host is introducing you, man, she praises you as a great hero and savior!" Rust looked at his friend excitedly and proudly, "I can guarantee that you will soon become a well-known star in Vegas.

More famous than Caroline!”

"Shet!"

…

After the memorial service, it was already early June, and Nevada State High School had completely entered into the rhythm of summer vacation.

But some people become extremely busy.

As Britney said, Caroline entered the role of a newcomer in the music industry, promoting and performing back and forth every day with the Good Morning Band and her manager Robert at TV stations and shopping malls in cities such as Las Vegas and Carson, Nevada, etc.

Entertainment.

Too busy to see anyone.

And Rust and Britney lived a two-person world, going shopping, studying hard to prepare for the SAT exam, and trying to get the admission notice from their favorite university next year.

Dean doesn't want to be a light bulb and allocates his time freely.

But the news about the Lake Mead incident on TV news continued to ferment, which had some substantial impact on his life.

"Hi, Dean!"

A fat old white man on the street greeted him cheerfully. Before him, three strange passers-by had recognized Dean's identity and greeted him warmly. One young Asian boy even asked for his autograph.

…

"Chingchong, a habitual liar!"

Two black kids ran past him on the street and raised their middle fingers.

"Fake hero!"

Dean calmly summoned "Shadow".

The next second, the two ghost cubs who slipped away from him tripped at the same time and fell to the ground face to face!

There was a knocking sound on the forehead that made the gums sore, and several shrill screams.

Blood splatters.

The left one broke his nose, and the right one lost an incisor, lying on the ground wailing, leaving a few pools of dirty blood.

Dean chuckled and strode away.

…

"Morning, Dean!"

Three young girls wearing hot pants and vests with flowing long hair and showing off their hot bodies blocked his way.

Dean glanced around and vaguely recognized that they were both members of the school's baseball cheerleading team.

"Are you free during the summer vacation?" The red-haired girl in the center looked at him lovingly, as if she had been secretly in love with him for a long time.

"Is something wrong?" Dean raised his eyebrows. The girls had great figures and were full of energy, but their skin was a bit freckles and their facial features were not exquisite.

"We are going to drive all the way to Santa Monica Beach for a trip. We are worried about dangers on the road. You are so good at Chinese kongfu!" the red-haired girl made a coquettish fist-cup gesture, "Would you like to be a flower protector?

, set off with us."

"We will thank you very much and will never let you down."

Thanks for the emphasis above.

The three girls puffed out their strong breasts and kept ogling him.

Red, blue, and brown eyes.

The waves are raging below,

Dean accidentally opened the God's perspective, and then felt dizzy for a moment, and his nasal cavity became hot.

But he is not an animal in heat,

"Sorry, not available."

…

According to the summer vacation plan that he had made long ago, Dean met the bearded Jacob and Tang Ya next door, expressed his gratitude to them for visiting him in the hospital many times, and then explained the purpose of their visit.

"Go to the shooting range to practice shooting? I have been waiting for you to say this for a long time. But are you sure your body has recovered?"

Jacob held the pruning shears and asked with concern,

Dean flexed his well-developed biceps,

"Don't forget the blood flowing in my body. The injury has healed long ago. Now I want to urgently enhance my fighting power."

"You are unlucky, too. Not long ago, you were burglarized and robbed, and then you were threatened by a gunman. It's time to improve your self-protection capabilities. I can't let your uncle come back to see a scarred nephew."

…

The two drove to the Fighting Fields Shooting Range in South Las Vegas, an outdoor shooting range in the wilderness.

There are actually many items that cost money at the shooting range, including shooting lanes, renting guns, bullets, soundproof earmuffs, and even shooting targets.

But after all, it is still more affordable than buying a gun and bullets to practice in the field.

Jacob left his driver's license and bank card behind the counter.

The staff took them to choose a gun.

The wide variety of firearms dazzled Dean's eyes, including fully automatic pistols, rifles, and even sniper rifles with brackets.

Dean repeatedly checked the internal structure of the firearm using God's perspective to confirm that it was correct.

By the way, now he has developed the habit of giving a big gift to people or things he is interested in before meeting him - a God's perspective perspective.
To be continued...