North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 563 - 321 What to do when you beat your dad until he kneels and begs for mercy?_2

Dean pursed his lips, looking at the disfigured man still trying to rise and fight. A sense of respect welled up within him as he whispered, "You've earned the right for me to know your name!"

Gasping against the intense pain racking his body, Gabriel looked at the clown mask on Dean's face and pleaded, "You can call me Gabriel! I'm not actually one of the Lucifer Organization's people. I have a family, and I want to live to see them again, just once more, even if it's only once!"

He knew that the merciless monster before him would not let him go.

But even if there was just a sliver of hope, Gabriel was willing to lay down all his dignity and humbly beg his enemy.

Family...

Dean, seeing the pleading in Gabriel's eyes, was somewhat moved.

What a pity.

Anyone who saw him act, aside from Little Mike, had to die!

As despair filled his opponent's eyes, Dean raised his fist, ready to deliver a swift end.

Gabriel finally gave in to despair.

He let go of the breath he'd been holding, his eyes blurry as they stared at the pitch-black ceiling above, his consciousness slowly fading. But then, he seemed to recall something and, with a gasp, said, "I have a deal!"

Dean shook his head. "Stop struggling. The self-destruct sequence has already been initiated here. Dying at my hands will give me peace of mind, and you'll have a quick end."

"Self-destruct sequence?"

Gabriel's eyes widened. "How is that possible? I clearly used a fake key! How could Sean possibly initiate the self-destruct sequence?"

Hearing this, Dean's heart stirred.

He realized.

This Gabriel could indeed be one of Amon's men. But that was useless. Even if Amon himself were here and saw him take action, there was only one path left: death!

Little did he know.

Gabriel continued, shaking his head, "Let it self-destruct; the deal I'm offering you has nothing to do with that. I hope to trade a secret for a small favor from you."

"What secret?"

"The identity of God behind the Lucifer Organization!" Fresh blood oozed from Gabriel's lips, but he persisted, "Perhaps the forces behind you know a few of the apparent identities of God, but those are all fakes. The real person in control of the Organization, whom even Dr. Sean doesn't know, is known only to me!"

At these words, Dean was intrigued.

Feigning nonchalance, he reached behind his back, pulled out a morphine injector from Subspace, and administered it to Gabriel's neck. Once his opponent's expression eased, he spoke, "First, tell me their identity."

Not even asking what favor I wished in return?

Seeing Dean's posture, a flicker of struggle crossed Gabriel's eyes, then he sighed inwardly.

He had no other choice.

He resigned himself and said, "At the top of the Lucifer Organization are three individuals codenamed God.

"One is a high-ranking FBI official responsible for the headquarters' operations division. Lucifer himself was captured by this person. To survive, he surrendered the true organization, becoming his puppet and a front.

"Another is the vice-chairman of the World Medical Association. Dr. Sean and many of the senior researchers here were recruited from a list provided by this person. Moreover, many of the prohibited drugs used in experiments are supplied through their channels.

"The third was a family in Los Angeles. This family rose to prominence during the Civil War, becoming the controllers of Los Angeles. However, they offended an assassin and were subsequently wiped out. As a result, we lost substantial funds and sources for our experimental substances, halting research on the Catalytic Agent.

"The higher-ups were furious. So, at that time, we focused a lot of our efforts on Los Angeles. One goal was to investigate the truth behind the Carmen Family's extermination; the other was to initiate the high-risk Battle Royale project.

"But that assassin disappeared soon after, and our investigation lost direction. It was because of this incident that I discovered the three individuals presented as 'God' were merely puppets. The real controllers behind them are the Grimm brothers."

"The Grimm Family?"

Dean was puzzled. Isn't that just a fairytale book? And that family in Los Angeles... could it be the Carmen Family that Anbei and I wiped out? If so... I can only say, fate is truly unfathomable... my ass! This is ridiculously absurd and fucked up! So I'd already offended the Lucifer Organization! It seems this whole adventure was a blessing in disguise. Without the Lucifer Organization's formidable intelligence and Anbei having turned over a new leaf, wiping out the Carmen Family would have been a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. Now, destroying the Lucifer Organization as well will solve everything once and for all.

Seeing Dean's confusion, Gabriel nodded earnestly, "Yes, the Grimm Family is small in number, and few people in the world remember this family nowadays.

"But they are the controllers behind many traditional industries in the United States, including the food sector, wielding enough power to affect the nation's stability and people's livelihood.

"If I hadn't been investigating the Carmen Family's extermination and discovered an unseen force vying with the current controllers of Los Angeles for the Carmen family's remaining assets, I wouldn't have been able to follow the clues to this point."

Dean hadn't realized that his target held such significant influence.

One family capable of affecting the livelihood of a nation... Such scenarios seem to be the norm only in a free country.

But no matter how difficult it is. For my own future peace of mind, it was better if the other party didn't stay alive a second longer.

Watching Gabriel, who finished speaking and kept looking at him with pleading eyes, Dean's heart softened and he spoke, "Thanks for clearing things up. We're fast approaching the deadline I set for the explosion. Tell me what you want quickly, and if it's not too difficult, I will do it!"

"Thank you!"

"Thank you very much!"

Joy appeared in Gabriel's eyes.

Dean, however, felt somewhat awkward.

Here I was, about to kill the man, and yet he was showing such humility and gratitude simply because I had agreed to a request. It seemed Gabriel's request was very important to him. If it wasn't too difficult, I might as well try to fulfill it.

Gabriel didn't dare waste Dean's time. After quickly organizing his thoughts, he spoke as fast as he could, "I have a very important relative who's been caught up in this Battle Royale. He was injected with the organization's incomplete hormonal Catalytic Agent. This type of agent can only be survived by injecting a metabolic agent before it activates. I have the formula for the metabolic agent on my chest…"

The more Dean heard, the more perplexed he became.

He asked, somewhat unconvinced, "What's your relative's name?"

"Dean! Full name Dean Lee. He's on a cruise ship over a hundred nautical miles away from the island. Only a few days have passed since the experiment began; there's still time to save him!"

Dean: "..."

Wait a minute, my head's a mess. Could that letter have been what Cheston En was supposed to pass to me from Gabriel? And before this, when I was in Los Angeles, I had first killed Bill, an Elder of the Lucifer Organization, and then continuously disrupted the Lucifer Organization's operations without any retaliation or investigation... At the time, I was quite surprised. I was on tenterhooks, extremely vigilant for a long time. But it seemed like nothing happened in the end. I even thought that this organization, though psychopathic, still seemed to play by the rules; they said they wouldn't cause unnecessary trouble, and they really didn't. Now it appears that all this might have been due to Gabriel's protection! A lot of things... once I think about it like this, it all makes sense. At this moment, I had an epiphany. And Gabriel even said I was a very important relative of his. That would mean his identity...

Dean glanced at Gabriel lying on the ground, half-dead from his beating, feeling somewhat numb...

Question: how do I casually, and in a way that leaves my old man calm and placated, gloss over the fact that I've beaten my own dad to a pulp, made him grovel, and almost blown his head off? Online and awaiting a response, urgently!