North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 105 - 96: Every Drop of Intoxication Is Human Blood_2

"No!" The butler shook his head. "The formula is in the hands of Anda Group. They only provide sophisticated automation machinery to their partners. The Carmen Family is their partner in the United States. We are responsible for the production of the most primitive ’Intoxication.’ Then, pharmacists stationed in the cooperative channels across various states take this primitive ’Intoxication’ raw liquid for secondary production and modification. Finally, they hand it over to those channels. This is a perfect production line. Even if one link fails, this ever-expanding ’Intoxication’ empire will not disappear."

The butler had spoken so much in one breath that his mouth felt a little dry. He turned his head toward Dean. "Alright, Detective, can you tell me which family you work for? We might become good colleagues in the future."

In his heart, he believed that only another family could eliminate the Carmen Family’s power. He never thought that only two people were behind their takedown. The Carmen Family’s sphere of influence was too vast—over a hundred years of marriage alliances and cooperation. Whether it was the government or the military, the underworld or the legitimate world, the Carmen Family could mobilize a large number of personnel. Especially in secret, the Carmen Family maintained a small unit of elite mercenaries specifically to eliminate uncooperative partners! That was what happened in Las Vegas before; they even mobilized military connections because of it! So, in the butler’s mind, whoever could eradicate the Carmen Family had to be another hidden, high-level family of the same caliber.

This was a comfort to him. After all, working was working, regardless of who it was for. Perhaps a new master, eager to win loyalty, would offer better treatment. Just looking at Dean now seemed to confirm this. He appeared to be a very amiable person, showing no hint of the various strange quirks and tempers common among those close to the Carmen family.

Dean walked over to the glass, looking at the busy children inside. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, "Someone will discuss these matters with you. I’m here for something else. Two members of the Turing Gang were captured by you before, where are they?"

"Those two?" The butler’s eyes showed helplessness. "They’re being kept in the dog kennels. Honestly, I still don’t understand why the higher-ups wanted to detain those two in this base. They almost got us all killed here a few days ago!"

"Dog kennels?"

"Yes," the butler said, leading the way in another direction. "Detective, as you know, we have at least one ’consumable’ die every day. Disposing of their bodies isn’t easy, so we keep a pack of dogs."

"...Heh, indeed a good method. Did you come up with it?" In the dim corridor, Dean’s expression was unreadable.

The butler, thinking he was being praised, said proudly, "Yes, my ancestors were skilled at raising fighting dogs for those Englishmen. I’ve inherited this skill well. It’s just that the Carmen Family members aren’t fond of this sport, which has been frustrating for me. Luckily, this place allows me to utilize my talents. Those dogs aren’t greatly affected by the chemically contaminated flesh; they usually live for over a year. I raise them very well."

Passing through the corridor, noisy barking and the clanging of cages could be faintly heard.

Within a deeper underground prison, four ferocious dogs, their mouths smeared with blood, were constantly slamming against a two-meter-long iron cage. Inside the cage, two blood-stained men, one tall and one short, lay dull and numb, no longer resembling human beings. In a corner on the ground, a pile of tiny, blood-red bones, marked with teeth indentations, was heaped. These were the remnants of flesh that had not been entirely eaten. Bits of hair still clung to the bones, mixed with a pile of excrement. That stuff was hard to digest.

The stench of blood, decay, and excrement mingled, causing intense psychological discomfort even through the glass barrier.

The butler knocked on the glass. The two men in the cage, previously catatonic, immediately recited mechanically, "We don’t know anything about heavy artillery! Please, spare us! We really don’t know..."

Without Dean needing to ask, the butler explained, "The Carmen Family has been investigating that heavy artillery incident in Las Vegas. It seems it was a measure prepared by the former master to deal with a rival political family. The Carmen Family paid a significant price to quell that incident afterward, and these two were the most suspicious. So, not long ago, they were sent here by members of the Dagger Gang. I still don’t understand any of it."

"So ’Intoxication’ truly has no formula?"

"The formula *is* those machines. They’re fitted with extremely sophisticated mechanisms; any attempt to dismantle them will destroy critical parts. But as long as I’m here, the channels won’t be lost, and the cooperation with Anda Group can continue, provided the current master has collaborators in the military. They are very fond of the weapons we produce." At this point, the butler paused. "By the way, Detective, you said earlier that someone would come and talk to us. Can they come down now?"

"They can!" Dean nodded.

The next moment, he smashed his fist into the head of the guard standing beside him. Everyone seemed to hear a sound like a watermelon cracking. Before they could react, Dean, for the first time before others, unleashed his L3 Ancient Muay Thai killing techniques. Punching, elbowing, kneeing groins, and gouging eyes. In an instant, four more men screamed and fell to the ground. In this narrow passage, he was a humanoid beast; once he struck, it was too sudden to defend against!

"FUCK!" The remaining three never imagined that Dean would suddenly attack in front of eight fully armed guards, right in the middle of a seemingly normal conversation. Just as they reached for their guns to retaliate, Dean leaped up. He kneed one man, sending him flying, while simultaneously forcing the raised arms of the other two down against their chests. Then, he grabbed their necks and twisted hard!

CRACK! CRACK!

Two crisp snaps sounded. The two men’s heads were wrenched upwards at grotesque angles, offering them a view of something wondrous they had never seen before: a shortcut to Hell.

After killing all eight men, Dean took a ragged breath. He walked toward the butler, who had collapsed to the ground, and sneered, "To thank you for stirring up some very unpleasant memories, I specifically chose not to use a gun. Now, you can go discuss cooperation with Satan."

From the beginning, he never planned to let these people live!

Amidst several screams, the butler, his limbs twisted, was thrown alive by Dean into the dog kennel below, his desperate cries echoing. Since he enjoyed raising dogs, he might as well experience their "warmth" firsthand. At least the dogs’ intestines and stomachs were warm.

Checking the time, Dean ignored the eight bodies strewn haphazardly, clogging the passage. He quickly walked out of the underground base and, standing by the entrance, took out his phone.

Since there was no formula here, he might as well do An Bei a favor: let him destroy this place and, in doing so, erase any trace of Dean’s own actions. After all, no faction would willingly give up this gold mine. Dean knew that man, An Bei, had to be nearby! As for Monet? He simply wanted Dean to uncover the secrets here. Dean would just inform him. After all, the underground base could only be contacted via a dedicated landline; there was no other signal. Monet needed to keep Hawk and the others occupied, preventing them from causing trouble or trying to seize an opportunity. Dean had plenty of time to operate.

Before An Bei left, he had given Dean a phone number as a means of contact. The call connected quickly. After Dean briefly stated his requirements, he stood at the base entrance and waited.

About seven or eight minutes passed. Intense gunfire erupted from above, but it ended quickly. Not long after, a familiar figure wearing a clown mask appeared before Dean, making a foolish and eerie ’V’ sign at him...