North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 54 - 53: Why Do You Accuse Me of Extortion When I do Good Deeds?_1

Chapter 54: Chapter 53: Why Do You Accuse Me of Extortion When I do Good Deeds?_1

What are wealthy people most afraid of?

First, they fear death.

Second, they fear losing their money.

Hutt now faced a death threat. The stabbing pain in his forehead constantly reminded him that Dean, standing before him, was a reckless madman.

Survive first, then seek revenge!

The indignation in Hutt’s eyes flashed by, and his cowering old face squeezed out an ugly smile. "Detective Dean, Shane is my finance director, and he holds a lot of information about me that can’t be exposed. I didn’t want to invite trouble over a little more than a million US dollars, so I simply told him to get lost."

"Is it really that simple?" Dean’s gaze then shifted toward the ashtray.

I have to say, this thing is quite handy.

Hutt noticed Dean’s line of sight and shuddered in fear, his voice even taking on a whiny tone. "I swear to Jesus, I’m telling the truth. Shane said he would pay the money back, but later I couldn’t get through to him on the phone at all. I think he ran away, so I didn’t bother with it anymore."

Seeing that he did not appear to be lying, a smile finally showed on Dean’s face.

He kindly helped Hutt up from the ground. "Mr. Hutt, how could you be so careless as to fall down while walking and get hurt like this? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

"No need, no need, I have a private doctor," Hutt said, looking at the still-dripping ashtray and ignoring the blood from his head wound that was trickling towards his mouth. "No need at all, Detective sir. It’s just a fall; calling an ambulance would make too much of a fuss."

Just wait! Damned bastard! The more pitiful I look now, the more you’ll regret it later! Hutt roared internally.

"Hmm." Dean nodded in satisfaction at Hutt’s quick understanding. "That’s good. Oh, and Mr. Hutt, because of my mentor, I know quite a few people from special agencies. Organizations like the FBI, CIA, NSA, IRS... I have contacts in all of them. Running such a big company as yours, you’re bound to encounter difficulties. A small misstep could land you in jail. Prison can be a dangerous place. Even drinking water can lead to choking to death. We know each other now. Is there anything you need my help with?"

"FBI, CIA... and the IRS..." Hutt swallowed hard, forgetting the pain in his forehead, and gazed at Dean with a blank expression. "Who is your teacher?"

Dean smiled faintly. "Just an ordinary old man from the FBI who has been there for a long time. He’s trained quite a few students—a few hundred, perhaps—and the Christmas greetings he receives make his phone freeze up."

Hutt: "..."

「Outside the office.」

Lawrence, a little bored, was fidgeting with his fingers. Dean had been alone with that old fatso Hutt for over forty minutes. Even a dismemberment would have been done by now. Why isn’t he coming out?

Just then.

CREAK.

The office door finally opened!

Before Lawrence could turn around, he heard Hutt’s secretary, Annie, exclaim, "Boss, what happened to you?"

Here it comes! Finally, it’s happening!

With a pained expression, Lawrence turned around, ready to face Hutt’s backlash.

The next moment, his mouth fell open.

FK, am I hallucinating?!!! Lawrence bellowed internally.

What did he see?

Hutt was bending forward, covered in blood, yet managing to squeeze out a smile as he saw Dean out. If Lawrence saw correctly, Dean’s jacket and trouser pockets were all bulging, stuffed with overflowing US dollars...

Have I gone mad, or has God gone mad???

"Mr. Hutt, we have cases to deal with, so we won’t take up more of your time," Dean said, patting Hutt’s shoulder.

Pushing aside the secretary who had come over, Hutt nodded and bowed. "It’s nothing, nothing at all. If it weren’t for the dedicated efforts of selfless detectives like you, Los Angeles wouldn’t be as peaceful as it is now."

"Hmm."

Dean nodded and led the bewildered Lawrence away.

Watching the two men disappear into the distance, Hutt’s smile faded, replaced by a grimace of pain. "FK!" he snarled. "If I find out you’re bluffing me, I’ll turn you into a human stick and display you in Mexico as a piece of art!"

"Boss..." Secretary Annie started to say something more.

Hutt slapped her across the face. "Bitch, are you blind? Call my private doctor now!"

For him, women were just like toilets. When they were comfortable to use, he would spend some money to decorate them. When they were no longer comfortable, he would just replace them...

「Having left the company.」

Lawrence couldn’t hold it in any longer and stopped Dean. "Dude, what the hell is going on? If you were just making threats, we need to be careful with this fat slob playing dirty."

"Take it easy." Dean was quite pleased with Lawrence’s use of "we". He pulled a stack of small-denomination US dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into Lawrence’s jacket pocket. "This fat slob is dirty; he wouldn’t dare mess with me."

The money was his reward for Lawrence. Earlier, he had used force not only to solve the case quickly but also to test Lawrence and see his reaction. He hadn’t disappointed Dean.

"But..." Lawrence said, touching the US dollars in his pocket—which exceeded a month’s salary—and looking uneasy. "If we beat someone up, we might just get fired and pay some compensation, but extortion is a big problem."

In the United States, due to the electoral system, nearly every wealthy individual with a significant net worth has close ties with powerful people. Some tycoons can even influence presidential elections. Though Hutt, a multimillionaire, couldn’t reach that extent, getting two powerless detectives like them kicked out was a piece of cake for him. freewёbnoνel-com

"Extortion?" Dean looked at Lawrence, puzzled. "This money is clearly a token of Mr. Hutt’s gratitude for us treating him when he fell."

"Huh?" Lawrence felt as if his entire worldview had been upended. He had seen corrupt cops before, but he had never seen one as audacious as Dean in Los Angeles.

"Right, in a few days, Mr. Hutt will have someone send a thank-you letter to Precinct Four as a token of gratitude for our selfless help," Dean said with a wink. "Good people should be rewarded! Don’t you think so?"

Without waiting for Lawrence to respond, Dean walked toward the car, laughing.

Lawrence touched the money in his pocket and glanced at Dean’s retreating figure. He felt a surge of thrill mixed with unease and excitement; adrenaline pumped through his veins, making his heart race.

Feels... kind of nice.

At least that ashtray—it felt great seeing him use it!

Lawrence’s face twitched into a ferocious smile, and he quickly followed Dean.

Dean’s explosive temper suited him just fine. Lawrence didn’t know why Dean was so confident, but he trusted that Dean was no fool.

On their way back to the police station, Dean stopped to buy a large snack gift pack. This was a thank-you gift for the clerk, Daisy.

He certainly wasn’t a fool. Lawrence had no idea that before meeting Hutt, Dean had asked Daisy to look up Hutt’s personal information to ensure he was someone Dean could handle before making a move.

All of this was to test Lawrence. A single tree does not make a forest. Dean had gained his first confidant at the police station.

The only regret was that after Hutt made calls to everyone in the company who was on good terms with Shane, not one person knew anything about Shane’s private life.

「Meanwhile.」

Harry had also made a significant discovery.