North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 528 - 309 Boarding the Ship_1

The coordinates pointed to a location within a small coastal town.

There was a little shop there.

Next to the shop, a sturdy youth with a tan, square face, dressed in a floral shirt, was sitting on a small stool, engrossed in a thick book and muttering to himself from time to time, seemingly lost in the sea of study.

In front of the youth, two signs were placed. The signs clearly bore the names of Dean and Cheston En.

Obviously, the youth was meant to meet them.

Dean and Cheston En glanced at each other and approached. "Are you our contact?" Dean asked, a shadow falling over the youth as they drew near.

Hearing their voices, the youth narrowed his eyes, first appearing a bit bewildered, then realization dawned. "Mr. Dean and Mr. Cheston En?"

Cheston En nodded. "Yes, that's us. Are you with the Lucifer Game Organization?"

The youth repeated the name Lucifer and shook his head. "I'm not with any game organization. A few days ago, someone paid me to wait here for you and then take you to a cruise ship. They offered a good amount, so I took the job. Beyond that, I don't know anything."

Clearly, the guy didn't want to meddle further, cutting off any more questions Cheston En might have had.

Cheston En, unwilling to give up, pulled out a small stack of US dollars from his pocket. "Buddy, if only you..."

"SHH!" The youth put a finger to his lips, interrupting Cheston En. "I'd like to earn extra money, but I'm more afraid of trouble. Moreover, I got the job online, and that's all I know. If you want to go aboard, join me at seven in the evening; otherwise, feel free to leave."

He was a Hawaiian local and knew that people there often used the location to take others into international waters for illegal activities—drug trafficking, human trafficking, or perhaps other, more explosive things. But what of it? He just wanted to earn some safe money. As for the rest, the youth didn't want to know at all.

Chester Dean still wanted to say something.

Dean stopped him. Looking at the youth, he said, "We'll be here on time at seven o'clock."

The youth nodded, picked up the signs from in front of him, and once again bowed his head to read his book earnestly.

Dean cast a final glance at the youth, then pulled Cheston En towards the town's hotel.

According to the letter, the youth was supposed to be a peripheral member of the Lucifer Game Organization. Judging by his reaction, however, he was unaware of this, thinking it was just an ordinary job he had taken online. This was one of the reasons the Lucifer Game Organization was so difficult to deal with: anyone could become a peripheral member, and the organization had no fear of them being caught and revealing more information.

「...」

It was just past one in the afternoon, so there was still plenty of time. Dean and his companion found an inn and rented a room.

Once inside, Cheston En ran his fingers through his hair, somewhat agitated. "Boss Dean, why didn't you let me ask that kid more questions? He might know something!"

"You need to learn to stay calm. Otherwise, in your current state, you won't be able to handle the upcoming unknown game!" Dean said in a deep, placating voice.

He knew the impending unknown game was putting immense psychological pressure on Cheston En. But Dean wasn't going to tell Cheston En the contents of the letter. Although the letter mentioned the potential necessity of sacrificing Cheston En, Cheston En himself had stated that in times of danger, he would protect Dean in exchange for the unknown person's promise to help with his revenge. However, the letter had also stated that no one in the game could be trusted. Cheston En's current reaction proved he wasn't as resolute in facing danger as he claimed. Whether the letter was true or false, it was always better to be cautious.

「...」

「Seven in the evening.」

Under the young man's guidance, the three of them traversed the town, heading towards the other side of the island in the dark.

Hawaii is a tourist paradise. There were numerous tourists from all over the world, and even as dusk fell, many could still be seen engaged in various activities in open spaces, creating bustling, lively scenes.

Passing along the beach, they could see figures embracing, writhing under the cover of night, relishing a joy as if the sky were their blanket and the earth their bed.

The youth, anticipating the reward he was about to receive, was in high spirits. He deliberately whistled at a couple, causing the woman to scream and the man to curse.

"You're really wicked," Cheston En couldn't help but taunt, still remembering the youth's earlier feigned indifference.

"I'm actually saving them," the youth said, laughing nonchalantly. "Every year, there are clueless couples, looking for thrills, who don't understand the dangers and end up being carried away by the tide while indulging in pleasure in some corner.

"The lucky ones will have their bodies washed back onto the beach.

"The unlucky ones become fish food.

"That's why I don't like eating the fish here."

With that, he quickened his pace. "Hurry up. The speedboat to pick you up is just ahead. Then I'll have completed my task."

Upon hearing this, Dean took a few quick steps, a smile playing on his lips as he blocked the youth's path.

"You..."

The youth's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to ask Dean what he was planning, but just as he started to speak, a large hand clamped around his neck, forcing his remaining words back down his throat.

Dean grabbed the youth's neck and, amidst the young man's horrified gaze, exerted strength in his arm, lifting him into the air. He chuckled. "Since the speedboat to ferry us is just ahead, we can proceed on our own. As for someone worthless like you, it's better if you're dead."

Feeling the overwhelming rush of suffocation and pressure, the youth thought he saw his long-deceased father welcoming him with open arms.