North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 535 - 312_1
Hearing that someone was awakening from unconsciousness, Dean didn't rush to open his eyes.
There were a total of twenty-one people lying down, divided into four batches. Among them were seven fitness experts, seven gamers, and five remaining mercenaries. The rest were Dean and Cheston En.
Although he didn't know the effects of the drugs injected into those people, there were definitely surveillance cameras all around.
Now that the situation is unclear, it's best to be inconspicuous.
Only after more than ten people gradually came to, making some noise, did Dean slowly open his eyes.
"Boss, you're awake."
Cheston En had woken up earlier. He kept watch next to Dean, looking vigilantly at the other awakened people, showing a loyal demeanor.
Dean feigned disorientation as he rubbed his forehead and glanced around. He noted that the awakened ones seemed to be those with stronger physiques. None of the gamers from the third batch had woken up yet and were still sound asleep.
The doors through which they had entered yesterday were now wide open, seemingly unguarded. Only the salty sea breeze flowed in, making the air here less stuffy.
Perhaps it was due to the bizarre experience of yesterday. One man, with a highly abstract appearance and his face covered in drool, was happily feasting his eyes on two unconscious girls in front of glass pods. Apart from him, the rest of the awakened people subconsciously gathered together according to their groups.
No one was foolish enough to leave the cabin to check the situation outside.
After jumping out of the glass pod and putting on his clothes, Dean finally asked, "Pal, what's the situation now?"
Cheston En touched the collar around his neck somewhat anxiously and said, "I've only been awake for a short while too, but it seems that all of us have been fitted with these collars around our necks, and they can't be pulled off. Oh, right..."
He seemingly remembered something, lifted his own shirt, and pointed at several inconspicuous red dots. "There are red dots too. I just checked on those who haven't woken up, and they all have them. Boss, you have them too."
Red dots...
Dean, of course, knew what these were. Yesterday, he had used Subspace to absorb all the injected liquid into it. The substances injected into their bodies were very tiny, possibly some sort of detection devices. To prevent exposing any abnormalities prematurely, Dean chose to keep those things inside him for the time being. Even if it posed some risk, it was a gamble he was willing to take! This time, Dean was determined to finish off the Lucifer Game Organization in one go and return his life to peace!
Speaking of which, Dean had boldly decided to participate in the Battle Royale. He was putting himself right in the tiger's den, confident not only in protecting himself and his family, but also in assisting Little Mike to hack into the Lucifer Organization's internal network. Only by doing so could he uncover the real identities of those key figures and carry out a decapitation strike in reality. Meanwhile, Little Mike could use technical means to purge the Lucifer Game Organization's internal network—the invisible web connecting countless individuals.
Otherwise, those in the organization's core areas, using their internal network—the ones known as 'Gods,' the true puppet masters—would only have aliases online. In such a scenario, no matter how strong Dean or how skilled Little Mike's technology was, they'd just be striking at air, exerting strength with nowhere to apply it.
Strike the snake at its vitals.
To destroy the Lucifer Game Organization, they had to start from within. So how could they penetrate the opponent's internal network?
Dean's gaze settled on the Battle Royale!
Since the Battle Royale was a project the Lucifer Game Organization took very seriously, and it was their chosen game venue, there had to be plenty of surveillance equipment there for remote control. And for the sake of security, these devices would naturally connect to the Lucifer Game Organization's internal network and system.
Now, Dean was like the monkey that sneaked into the Banana Princess's belly—a perfect opportunity to use the most basic electronic physical invasion to let Little Mike infiltrate the opponent's internal network.
Without the cover of their network avatars, once he knew the real identities of those puppet masters—whether they were congressmen, nobles, or bigwigs from centuries-old families—in Dean's eyes, they were nothing but rotten fish and shrimp, easy to dispose of with a wave of his hand!
Then Little Mike would destroy the Lucifer Game Organization's internal network. When that time came, with its organizers gone and its organizational structure broken, even if some were unwilling to see the Lucifer Game Organization end like that, they couldn't make any significant moves. Even if they did manage to stir up trouble, it wouldn't be the same organization as before.
Individual strength, after all, is limited. This is enough.
Regathering his thoughts, Dean glanced at the discussing mercenary and fitness expert groups, pulled Cheston En aside, and lowered his head in contemplation, not making any superfluous movements. Although he knew the Lucifer Organization members on the ship had all evacuated, the others didn't know.
After waiting for another ten minutes or so, the rest began to wake up one after another.
However, these people were all gamers in real life. While they had good gaming skills and perhaps a decent mindset for games, most were homebodies with poor physical conditioning and limited real-world experience, still confused about their circumstances. So when they woke up, they caused quite a stir. This stirred some thoughts in the mercenary and fitness expert groups.
Just then, the scarred, short man from the mercenary group approached Dean and Cheston En. "Hello, I'm Barton, leader of the Thorn Mercenary Group. Are you guys from the FBI?"
