North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 568 - 323_3

Now that the other party had died in the explosion, the matter was settled, saving Amon the trouble.

Amon returned to the small room and took out his tablet. The computer turned on. After a string of inputs, data on two individuals appeared on the computer screen.

Cheston En: FBI agent, date of employment..., parents died by murder, took over case..., experienced partners..., mentor's evaluation...

In the photo, Cheston En looked young and handsome, with a clean smile—the very image of a go-getter.

Amon became interested. If this guy really was good, I wouldn't mind saving his life with the neutralizing agent once it's ready and taking him under my wing.

But as he looked at Cheston En's previous partners, each of whom had died tragically, he fell silent.

Barely more than a year on the job.

The man had gone through three experienced agents as partners.

The one who suffered the worst fate was found with only a leg remaining...

Those experienced agents—hadn't they all survived various dangers to become seasoned?

Yet, all had met such fates after teaming up with Cheston En.

And the most critical point was that this fellow, Cheston En, always came out unscathed, not even missing an arm or a leg!

The last boss Cheston En had followed was Dean.

This was an arrangement Amon had made personally.

Thinking back to how Dean had always had smooth sailing in Los Angeles, proud of both his romantic and career successes, and now, his current predicament after having teamed up with Cheston En...

Amon, the cold-blooded tough guy, couldn't help but shudder.

FK! This guy was too much bad luck!

He quickly closed Cheston En's data page.

Right below Cheston En's data was Dean's.

Thinking back to what he had just seen on Cheston En's page, Amon looked at Dean's photo with a sense of guilt.

I actually assigned such a jinx as Cheston En to Dean... Guilt. So much guilt!

Speaking of which, Dean had been instrumental in Amon reaching his current position. His being favored by that high-ranking figure and smoothly becoming the point man for that core plan had a great deal to do with the credit Dean had shared with him at the time.

Though Amon had also helped Dean a fair amount, in comparison, it was not quite equitable.

Considering Dean's current unfortunate situation, which might really be related to that jinx of a fellow, Cheston En, Amon felt even more uncomfortable.

"Forget it, I should meet and talk with Dean anyway. It just so happens I've uncovered something interesting about Anthony," Amon muttered, shaking his head. He closed the computer and led a group of men towards the room where Dean and the others were being kept under guard.

...

Under the watchful eyes of several armed soldiers, Dean, tied up tightly, was resting with his eyes closed.

I anticipated this situation long ago. The reason for my return, besides maintaining a spotless image to the greatest extent, was because I had seen Amon on the base island. I'm on fairly good terms with Amon. Little Mike also provided what Amon and his people wanted, according to my orders, including the formula to neutralize the Catalytic Agent. Under these circumstances, if Amon still uses me as a test subject, then it'll just be my bad luck. The worst-case scenario would be to reveal my strength, go on a killing spree, and live under a new identity incognito. My father is still alive, and it isn't suitable for him to come out into the open. I had already planned to find an opportunity for my family to move elsewhere; the only difference was whether I would follow them or not. So, I'm not panicked at all right now.

Just as Dean was repeatedly going over his actions to make sure he hadn't missed anything, footsteps were heard approaching. Dean opened his eyes to find a familiar figure standing at the doorway.

An expression of perfectly timed astonishment appeared on his face, which then morphed into delight as he shouted toward the door, "Amon! It's really you! My God, you must have heard my prayers!"

"TSK." Amon grinned, closed the door, and sat down beside Dean, still smiling. "I thought you were really calm."

Dean's bound hands struggled stubbornly as he flipped Amon off. "Please, I'm just a flesh-and-blood mortal. You have no idea what I've been through. How could I possibly stay calm? I was just toughing it out. Anyway, let's not talk about that. Hurry up and untie me; I'm feeling very insecure right now."

Amon shrugged. "Sorry, I can't untie you yet. Due to confidentiality rules, I can't tell you the exact reasons. However, you can return to Los Angeles once the doctor has examined you, removed the items from your body, and you've signed the non-disclosure agreement."

Speaking seriously, he added, "You should have told me about this. There might have been an accident with Teacher Anthony. If something had happened to you, I wouldn't know how to explain it to him when he returns."

Dean's expression stiffened, then he nodded somewhat resignedly. "Damn the Lucifer Organization. If it weren't for worrying about my family's safety, I wouldn't want things to be this way."

Seeing his reaction, Amon narrowed his eyes slightly. "Dean, you don't seem surprised at all that there's a problem with Teacher Anthony."

Dean gave an awkward smile. "Actually, I couldn't get in touch with Teacher Anthony before, so I went to the Commonwealth to investigate. He's gone missing. I was planning to free up some energy after this and head to the Sahara Desert for an investigation, but, well, you know what happened..."

It didn't matter that Amon hadn't paid attention to this matter before. Now that he knows about Anthony's situation, he can easily find out how many times I've been to the Commonwealth. So, for such matters, it's best to stick to the truth.

After listening to Dean's explanation, Amon nodded. "Alright. I've actually been quite busy lately and haven't kept up with Teacher Anthony's information, until I discovered something very interesting and decided to look into it."

"What is it?" Dean asked eagerly.

I had even suspected before that Teacher Anthony might be involved with the Lucifer Organization, or even possibly one of those 'Gods,' given the suspicious timing of his disappearance. But then I concluded I was overthinking it.

Now that Amon had news about Teacher Anthony, Dean was naturally concerned.

Amon, however, shook his head. "That matter involves another non-disclosure agreement, so I can't discuss it. Look, Dean, I'll make sure you're taken care of. If you need to contact your family, that's possible too. Just try to stay positive. I have to get going."

After saying that, he didn't give Dean a chance to continue the conversation and turned to leave.

Watching Amon's retreating figure, Dean narrowed his eyes.

This guy probably came to reassure me as a secondary motive; his primary goal was likely to get information on Teacher Anthony from me. Now that he realizes he isn't going to get anything, he's leaving straightforwardly. So, where exactly has Teacher Anthony gone? I have an intuition that he's still alive!

...

The next day, the warship returned to port.

Dean was also taken to a military base.

This time, he didn't see Cheston En and had no idea what the guy's situation was.

After entering the base, under the guard of heavily armed soldiers, a doctor removed the surveillance electronic device that Dean had retrieved from another person's corpse after boarding the ship.

Dean couldn't help but feel relieved once again that he could make his muscles soft or firm as needed; otherwise, during the operation, the doctor might have discovered his unusual physique. Even so, the doctor still complained that his skin was too tough.

After being kept under observation for over a week and signing the non-disclosure agreement, Dean finally left the military base and regained his freedom.

But Cheston En seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Dean tried to contact Amon several times but got no results.

And just like that, Dean had regrettably lost a subordinate.

"Time to go home!"