North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 569 - 324_1

An endless wilderness.

On the broad highway, a Greyhound bus chased the setting sun, carrying dream-chasers from small towns toward the metropolis of Los Angeles. All the passengers on the bus were sound asleep. Amid the bumpy ride, a passenger wearing a baseball cap, who had been nodding off, suddenly lifted his head. As if startled awake from a dream, he looked around in a daze before reclining back into his seat wearily.

It's been a long time since I've felt this tired.

Dean sighed.

Ever since he got on the cruise ship, his mind had been on edge, and it wasn't until he left the tightly controlled military base that he truly relaxed. That was also why he chose to take the bus back to Los Angeles.

Dean rubbed his face and dove into his thoughts to check the alert that had woken him up: [Miniature Model Murder Case, murderer has been eliminated, Experience Points +200.]

The Miniature Model Murderer is dead?

A flash of surprise and suspicion crossed Dean's eyes.

Just then, his phone vibrated softly.

Dean took it out and saw that it was a call from Little Mike. He glanced around. Seeing that everyone was still asleep, he took out two twenty US dollar bills and, for safety's sake, asked the driver to pull over.

He was already not far from Los Angeles. He could practically run back.

Only when the Greyhound bus was far in the distance did Dean answer the call. "You're well-informed."

"Yeah, I hacked into some of the peripheral surveillance of the military base you were at and planted a very simple facial recognition AI program. So as soon as you left, I got the information," Little Mike explained.

Hearing this, a hint of wariness crossed Dean's face.

After all, the phone and SIM card he was using were newly acquired, and he had only used them to reassure his family that he had finished his business and was on his way home. The fact that Little Mike had found him so quickly felt threatening. In this age, everyday life increasingly relies on smart technology. If Little Mike set his sights on someone, that person would have a hard time escaping his search efforts using modern technology unless they hid in some remote, rarely-traveled place. It could be said, the more advanced the technology, the more frightening the power a high-intelligence freak like Little Mike could unleash. Sometimes Dean even doubted whether Little Mike's Spirit attribute exceeded the normal human level of 15. This, coupled with his immunity to external emotions, allowed him to behave so extraordinarily. In any case, he admitted that even if he devoted a lot of time to network technology, he would never be able to reach Little Mike's level of capability. Moreover, this guy's skills weren't limited to network technology; he was beyond those at the forefront. In many other areas, Little Mike showed exceptional performance as well. In the field of technology, Little Mike was at the top level in anything he could access, learn, and took an interest in. He was even younger than Dean's brother Thompson! Because of these reasons, Dean had been deliberately controlling the progress of saving Little Mike. He was concerned that if Little Mike's health issues were resolved and he acquired the emotions and desires of ordinary people, he could become a highly dangerous and uncontrollable element. Unfortunately, due to the Lucifer Organization, this limited delay was no longer effective.

Dean shook his head, pushing these distracting thoughts aside, and asked in a low voice, "How are things looking with the arrangements?"

"Very smoothly!" Little Mike said. "Your friend Amon made a choice beneficial to himself. We now have an Invisible Submarine, along with an associated small island base and all of its core research data. I've controlled the submarine to stay in shallow waters near Las Vegas. However, we don't have the professional personnel to maintain it. The estimated lifespan of this smart submarine probably isn't very long."

Hearing that, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

His father should be safe now. Before leaving, he had left a Human Skin Mask, a forged identity, some money, a diving suit, and a contact mobile phone by his father's side. Little Mike had no knowledge of this. However, he still needed to consider the arrangements for his father in detail. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

On the other end of the call, Little Mike continued, "I've thoroughly searched the data on the submarine. I found that several small islands not far from the main island base are also under their control. These islands are equipped with some supplies and also hold criminals controlled by the Lucifer Organization. That was probably the second phase of the game the Lucifer Organization prepared for you. For secrecy, I've already caused the collars on those prisoners' necks to self-destruct. Now that place can serve as a backup option for our future research base."

Dean outright refused, "That's too close to the small island base; it's not safe. Once the pharmaceutical company I'm setting up is operational, I'll arrange for someone to build you a discreet research base."

"Okay, but before that, I need your help right now," said Little Mike.

"What do you need?" asked Dean.

"Some materials and experimental instruments, some trustworthy servants, and, of course, if you could help me seize the robotics research data from a lab in Boston, that would be even better."

At the end, Little Mike's voice, rarely, fluctuated. Clearly, he was very interested in that robotics lab.

This was the first time Dean had seen Little Mike show interest in something other than solving his own physical problems, so he made a mental note of it.