North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 554 - 319 The Downfall of Lucifer Part 1

WHOOSH.

A large plume of white vapor sprayed out from the surface of the sea.

Dean emerged from the water, gasping heavily for air.

His endurance was strong, and with his greatly increased flexibility, his swimming speed was also very fast. However, since he wasn't a true fish, such high-speed movement came at the cost of significant physical energy.

He rested for a moment.

Dean glanced at the GPS watch on his wrist, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

According to the display, he had only advanced about forty nautical miles. There were still over sixty nautical miles to the destination.

If he maintained his current pace, even with his remarkable endurance, it would still take at least an hour or two.

No one is likely paying attention to this area right now, and I need to conserve enough strength to carry out the beheading operation next!

With a thought, Dean retrieved from the Subspace an inflatable boat that could barely accommodate half of his body. After inflating it with an electric pump, he lay on it and started the engine.

Water splashed everywhere.

The boat sliced through the sea surface, creating a white trail of spray, carrying him toward the island at a speed of over fifty nautical miles per hour.

For some reason, Dean felt a vague sense of unease and disquiet.

The closer he got to the destination, the stronger that feeling of unease became.

There must be a self-destruct program or something similar on the island base that's making me feel this way. Once I arrive, it would be best if it blew up by itself, saving me the trouble. Otherwise, personally killing everyone at the base is the most reassuring.

Dean thought it was just an animalistic premonition and shook his head to clear away the uneasy thoughts. He bit into energy bars, replenishing his spent energy.

With his superhuman reflexes and perception of danger, Dean did not fear facing any enemy.

The only thing he feared was overwhelming saturation bombardment.

Before Dean reached the island, several warships had already arrived at the tiny island.

They surrounded the entire isle.

Groups of elite soldiers landed on the shore in speedboats, preparing for possible attacks. They then chose suitable positions nearby to establish temporary positions, encircling the island of over ten square kilometers.

All sorts of heavy weaponry were set up in turn.

Military radars enveloped the whole island.

Hundreds of the most advanced drones circled around the island for surveillance.

Even underwater, several submarines patrolled to prevent anyone from the base escaping through the sea.

There was a complete sea, air, and land blockade.

Unless the people in the base could turn into fish and swim away, they had no chance of escape!

On the warships, a group of people in suits watched the rows of monitor screens expressionlessly.

One of the men, dressed as a general, frowned at the surveillance footage. "With such a big commotion, the people at the base must be aware, but they haven't responded so far. I have a bad feeling about this."

The man in the suit at the forefront turned his head, glanced at the speaking general, and said coldly, "Don't worry. Our man is a long-standing high-level member of the Lucifer Organization. We are as familiar with this place as they are. If it weren't for..."

At that point, the man in the suit said no more, a shadow crossing his eyes.

The operation was initially supposed to have the left-wing factions within the CIA stir the hornet's nest first, drawing the attention of the people inside the base. Then they would make a sudden appearance, with inside support, to seize the fruits of the Lucifer base. Unexpectedly, an unknown force had used hacking tactics to attack the base before the experiment made a breakthrough. In that case, they had no choice but to abandon their original plan and move in forcefully, ensuring the preservation of all research institutions and core researchers. This was also a test given to him by that powerful figure after he became head of national security.

Yet, the man had an ominous intuition in his heart.

He sighed quietly to himself.

It was only after reaching this position that he realized how laughable his previous perceptions had been. There were far too many things hidden from ordinary people in the world.

Seeing the suited man trail off mid-sentence and look lost in thought, annoyance flickered across the general's face. "I must remind you, choosing such small islands for bases usually means they can self-destruct during a retreat. If we suffer too many casualties, I'll have difficulty explaining things to the Department of Defense!"

"You ignorant fool, shut up!"

The suited man was provoked by the general's words.

He strode to the general, looked down at him, and said viciously, word by word, "Even if all those soldiers die, at most we'll just make an excuse and pay some compensation. But if we fail to accomplish what that powerful figure has arranged, both you and I are finished! You should know how that powerful figure's family deals with failures!"

It was the first time the general had been berated so blatantly to his face.

His fists clenched, but thinking of his own vulnerabilities and the notorious, long list of assassinations, he ultimately unclenched them, feeling powerless. He stepped back and remained silent.

Seeing the general back down, the suited man straightened his tie and issued an order, "Tell the strike team to move in. Kill every masked armed resister, find the one codenamed Gabriel, and escort him and the researchers out safely!"

"Yes, Director Amon!"

A chorus of men in suits responded.

This man was none other than Amon, whom Dean hadn't contacted in a long time as Amon had been busy!