North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 101 - 94 The Secret of the Farm (Additional Updates) _1

Two o’clock in the early morning.

Carmen Manor was as bright as daylight.

Numerous cars, seldom seen on ordinary days, were lined up on the mountain road.

Even media vehicles, which usually dared not approach, were surreptitiously capturing extensive footage of the police cars and the luxurious manor complex at the mountaintop, as if following someone’s directive.

"Confirmed?"

"Confirmed! According to the butler of the Carmen Family, they received a death threat from the Joker Killer V two days ago. He demanded they surrender a pair of gang members, or they would face retaliation. The incident at Lincoln Farm was his handiwork. Those two individuals apparently carried some secret that made the Carmen Family very reluctant to surrender them, so they held a family meeting today.

Around nine o’clock in the evening, two individuals infiltrated the premises.

One launched a frontal assault, drawing the guards’ attention. In less than five minutes, wielding a relatively low-powered Kel-Tec CP33 pistol, he killed over twenty elite guards.

The other, by unknown means, breached Carmen Manor’s integrated security intelligence center, disabled their protective systems, and broke into the Carmen Family’s top-floor meeting room, slaughtering everyone inside.

Both wore the distinctive mask of Joker V.

As confirmed by the arriving FBI, the intruders’ behavior was frenzied, and one of them is believed to be Joker V himself.

The one who mounted the frontal attack wasn’t Joker V, but his marksmanship is top-tier, and his reactions are astonishingly quick. No match for his identity has been found yet; he’s likely an associate of Joker V from the underworld."

"Tsk," the man sitting in the car remarked, looking out at the bodies being carried out one after another. He took a sip from his wine glass before chuckling, "The Carmen Family only convenes meetings like this when facing critical decisions. It seems those two people are indeed harboring a big secret!"

"But they’ve grown too arrogant, forgetting that even a lion can be killed by despicable hyenas ambushing from the shadows to rip out its entrails!"

Though he said this, the speaker’s tone was sarcastic, yet his eyes revealed deep apprehension.

People at their level, who enjoy the world’s best resources, are most reluctant to provoke those vipers lurking in the darkness. These venomous snakes often have nothing to lose, live one day at a time, and are capable of breaching multiple defenses to threaten their lives. Once a grudge was formed, even if not bitten, one could still be splattered with their foul blood. The gain wouldn’t be worth the loss.

The person who had answered kept his head lowered, saying nothing more.

He knew very well when to speak and when to stay silent. But at this moment, his heart was ablaze. After lying dormant for many years, the day the dark clouds overhead finally parted had arrived! The Carmen Family, which rose to prominence during the American Civil War in the United States Federation, boasted a legacy of over a century with influence in nearly every industry. They were the sky looming over countless rising powers in Los Angeles. Now, that sky had fallen! Given the size of the Carmen Family, it was natural that not all male members would be present. But with the direct male lineage entirely wiped out, if the remaining members of the Carmen Family didn’t want to make a dignified exit, others would ensure they did! And their remains would fuel an unprecedented feast for the major powers of Los Angeles! And he, Monet, by following this man whose fortunes were declining, would transform from an inconspicuous squad captain in the Homicide and Robbery Division into a figure so brilliant that others couldn’t look at him directly!

This man was none other than Monet, the slacker captain of the Fourth Squad of the Homicide and Robbery Division!

He wasn’t in the hospital; he was at Carmen Manor!

After a moment of silence, the man asking the questions put down his wine glass and slowly straightened his stooped back. "Monet," he said, "our chance has come. How is your control over that half-dead squad of yours?"

"There isn’t much talent, but one individual shows promise."

"One is enough. If he’s trustworthy, have him take a team to Lincoln Farm. Only three days have passed since the attack. With so many eyes watching, the Carmen Family couldn’t have moved whatever is there. I need to know the secrets it holds!"

Monet wanted to say he hadn’t yet gained full control over this sole talented individual, but admitting it would undoubtedly diminish his value in the eyes of the man before him. So, without hesitation, he nodded and accepted the task.

No matter what! He had to complete this mission for the man before him. Only then could he cling to his coattails and rise with him. Otherwise, if he proved to have no value by the time this man ascended to power, he would surely be replaced by a newcomer...

"This is bad!"

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When Dean returned to the physical therapy clinic, his face was pale, and he walked unsteadily.

Last night was his first taste of high-intensity combat. His mind had been taut the entire time as he constantly maneuvered to evade pursuit. He was expending vast amounts of mental and physical energy almost every moment. That level of intensity was nothing like what he experienced at the shooting range. If not for his decent physical strength and strong willpower, Dean doubted he would have made it out of the sea alive. This battle made him clearly recognize his current capabilities. In complex terrain, facing no more than a handful of enemies simultaneously, he could dispatch them as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs, thanks to his reflexes and precision, feeling little pressure. But if that number was exceeded, relying solely on his pistol, unless he ambushed them, he would be pinned down by superior firepower with no chance to even return fire.