North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 564 - 322 Arrangement_1

He'd already thrown the punch. Might as well go all the way... Be filial to the very end. Dean clenched his fist and, taking advantage of Gabriel—err, his own father's—head being turned to the side, swung.

Poor Gabriel was still anxiously awaiting Dean's reply.

Seeing the punch descend, he thought Dean was going to break their agreement and, finally, shouted in despair, "Damn your mother!"

SMACK.

Gabriel's eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Looking at the unconscious Gabriel, Dean smirked inwardly. Might as well just do it. After all, it's not like you haven't done it before. If you hadn't, where would I be?

Carrying his father on his shoulder, Dean followed the method Dr. Sean had previously described, operated the elevator, and descended. He eventually arrived in an underground passage, two meters high and illuminated by motion-sensor lights.

The passage didn't seem long.

Dean's senses of smell and hearing were keen; as soon as he descended, he detected the unique salty tang of seawater and the sound of lapping waves.

Although Gabriel was his father, Dean couldn't possibly reveal his true identity to anyone.

After all, people like Amon knew of his existence. Little Mike, through surveillance, had also seen his inhuman and abnormal nature. Therefore, while this identity could have its legend, no one must ever know it was him!

While considering his next move, Dean, still carrying his father, reached the end of the passage.

It was a place resembling a diving platform. In the light blue seawater, a black, spindle-shaped submarine, about ten meters long, was visible.

This must be the escape route Dr. Sean mentioned.

An ordinary person could never get their hands on something like this.

But Dean wasn't an ordinary person.

In his previous life, he often rode submarines to and from the training island. While he couldn't claim to fully understand them, he knew the basics. He wasn't completely in the dark, staring dumbfounded at the submarine.

After a brief attempt, Dean opened the submarine's hatch and climbed down with his father.

The interior of this submarine was entirely different from those Dean had been on before. It had many more electronic devices and no visible weapon systems. The central control console consisted of several electronic screens, with safety seats behind them.

The scene was more reminiscent of an airplane cabin or perhaps the bridge of a spaceship from a science fiction movie.

But it was, indeed, a submarine.

A submarine Dr. Sean and his colleagues used for escape, one capable of evading current radar technology—the Invisible Submarine.

Furthermore, if Dr. Sean hadn't been lying, this submarine was also the island base's clandestine backup system, the true core of the Lucifer Organization's potential resurgence.

But now, it all belonged to Dean.

After a brief search, Dean found the submarine's start-up authentication.

He first lifted his father's eyelids to confirm he would remain unconscious for a while longer. Then, using his clothes for cover, he took out Dr. Sean's intact eyeball and palm and placed them on the verification scanner.

As several red and blue laser beams swept over them, Dr. Sean's unsmiling photo appeared on the LCD screen.

Below the photo was a voiceprint waveform display resembling an ECG. A mechanical female voice sounded from around the submarine,

"Authentication successful.

Welcome, Dr. Sean.

Activate the Beehive Plan?"

Dean stroked his chin. "Beehive Plan?"

Could it be that this submarine can only be activated along an automated route?

Considering Dr. Sean was just the one in charge, this guess is very likely.

Moreover, judging by the situation, this operating system seemed to be a voice-controlled one rarely found on the current market, possibly even with voiceprint recognition capabilities.

Thinking of this, Dean cleared his throat, adjusted his tone for a moment, and then said in Dr. Sean's voice, "Activate."

"Voiceprint verified.

Please select a Beehive!"

As the mechanical voice faded, an oceanic coordinate map appeared on the LCD screen. On it, three small dots blinked—two green and one red. The coordinates of the red dot were the exact latitude and longitude of their current island base.

So, the other two green dots must be some kind of safe zones.

No wonder it's called the Beehive.

Dean memorized the locations of the two green dots but didn't proceed further. Instead, he took out a satellite communicator and called Little Mike. "I've got what you wanted, but I need you to do me another favor..."

After a long pause, Little Mike's voice finally came through, "Okay."

Only after watching the submarine automatically submerge and vanish into the depths of the inner sea did Dean dispose of all the tools Little Mike had provided. He then dove into the water and swam towards the cruise ship.

Night had already fallen.

But this didn't affect Dean much.

On the sea surface, several warships and some smaller boats continued to patrol.

「Ten minutes remained on the explosion countdown.」

Meanwhile, Amon received good news.

They had found the base's power lines and cut them.

A smile finally touched Amon's tense face.

With no power, how could the people inside resist? No matter how formidable that guy who stormed in earlier was, how could he compete against their thousands of soldiers and three fully armed warships?

This mission, he was the ultimate winner!

Just as Amon was preparing to lead his men toward the base's main gate for a second assault, his satellite phone rang.

Amon looked at the communicator in his hand. He was starting to question his life choices. For operational secrecy, this satellite phone was on an encrypted, dedicated line. No one besides his current boss could possibly call in. What the hell was going on?