North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 551 - 318: The Fall of Lucifer Part 1 (Additional for the Glorious Silver Pact at Night)_2

Black Widow looked deeply at Dean and nodded, "Very fair."

Cheston En was greatly moved, his face filled with disbelief as he looked up at Boss Dean, mist forming in his eyes. "Boss Dean..."

Dean patted Cheston En's shoulder, then leaped down from the top, leaving behind a resolute silhouette.

The three from Black Widow also jumped down, rushing toward the food and water on the deck.

「...」

Time ticked by, second by second.

The smell of blood and the looming crisis spurred Black Widow and her teammates. Tapping into their potential, they transported boxes of food and water to the top of the cabin, carrying and hauling together.

Cheston En helped from above, ensuring the supplies were stored properly.

After three trips back and forth, the three from Black Widow, having not eaten for nearly two days, finally showed a marked decline in physical strength. They were panting heavily, their efficiency greatly reduced.

Inside the cabin, there was no longer any movement.

Dean stood not far from the cabin, silently watching its entrance.

The two brawny men seemed to have their intelligence and ability to feel pain compromised by the drugs. They lacked their body's innate defense mechanisms and were extremely aggressive, more fearsome than wild beasts. Their attacks reminded me of wild beasts hunting. Maintaining such a body, even just standing still, must consume an alarming amount of energy. They see us as food. So... what kind of monsters did those bastards from the Lucifer Organization create? Zombies?

As he was lost in thought, heavy footsteps came from the cabin.

Dean immediately shouted to Black Widow and the others who were hurrying back, "Hurry, they're coming out!"

Frightened, the three from Black Widow found a burst of strength in their exhausted bodies and quickened their pace back.

CRASH!

The two brawny men, who were laden with corpses on their backs and shoulders, dropped them. They then stood at the cabin door, their bloodthirsty eyes fixing on Dean, who stood not far in front of them.

Here was another delicious moving meal!

Dean tilted his head, watching them, motionless.

Atop the cabin, Cheston En was so anxious he almost wanted to shout. Has Boss Dean lost his mind, standing there without moving?!

The next moment, accompanied by heavy footsteps, the two brawny men, one on the left and one on the right, charged toward Dean, who stood at the edge of the deck.

Dean still did not budge. He bent his body slightly, bracing for impact.

Has he gone mad? one of Black Widow's team thought.

Why isn't this guy running away?! another wondered.

Exhausted, the three from Black Widow climbed onto the cabin top. They widened their eyes, unable to comprehend what Dean, who seemed determined to clash with the two beasts, was trying to do.

The two parties were about to collide. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Dean finally moved!

His large figure twisted like a python. He instantly dropped to the ground, brushed past the thigh of the brawny man charging from the left, and forcefully pulled backward.

The brawny man on the left lost his balance and crashed into the railing at the edge. His legs kicked up high, and his heavy body slid overboard.

Atop the cabin, everyone was stunned. No way, that actually worked?!

Cheston En, even more excited, began to wave the steel pipe in his hand, shouting, "That's Boss Dean! That's Boss Dean!"

But before he could finish, the other brawny man bent down and grabbed Dean's clothes at the chest. With a little force, he lifted the two-hundred-pound Dean and slammed him hard against the deck.

In that critical moment, Dean wrapped his arms and legs around the brawny man's arms, locking them tightly.

The beast-like brawny man tried to smash Dean down, but he only managed to slam Dean onto his own belly, unable to break free.

Although the brawny man did not understand why, instinctively, he opened his gaping mouth, revealing foul-smelling teeth, ready to bite the pest wrapped around him to death.

Dean, however, acted first. His two fingers accurately jabbed into the brawny man's eye sockets. His legs, which were coiled around the man's arms, also dropped down, bracing against the man's stomach as he prepared to shed his grabbed shirt in a 'golden cicada sheds its shell' maneuver.

The few on the cabin top were shocked by Dean's maneuver, breaking into a cold sweat. It was so thrilling, so audacious!

Once the shirt is off, Dean might escape the brawny man's grasp! And with the brawny man blinded, the threat to us will be significantly reduced!

Impressive! Black Widow thought. She was so captivated she found her legs clenched tightly. This guy isn't just smart; he has impressive combat talent too. If he survives, I absolutely have to recruit him into the CIA!

Just when it looked like Dean would break free, the brawny man, in a flurry of struggling and biting, somehow lurched toward the railing. Finally, under the watchful eyes of the few on the cabin top, he disappeared over the side of the deck, taking Dean with him!

"Boss Dean!!!"

Cheston En's expression changed drastically. Heedless of the fact he was on the cabin top, he jumped down. He landed face-first but scrambled back up, spitting out a knocked-out tooth and blood, then limped toward the edge of the deck.

But by the time he got there, apart from a rapidly disappearing froth on the surging waves, there was no sign of Dean or the brawny man.

The two were entangled. Boss Dean... he probably couldn't get free.

Cheston En just stood there, foolishly waiting.

But after more than ten minutes, there were still no signs of anyone surfacing.

"NO!"

Cheston En finally despaired. He let out a roar, punching the railing, his eyes overflowing with tears that he could no longer hold back.

Although Boss Dean often made me take the blame and had even threatened me before, I know the truth. After I started following him, Dean had genuinely taken the time to teach me properly when we encountered cases. He was protective. In dangerous situations, Dean was always the one to stand at the front, giving me, Cheston En, the hope of survival.