North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 572 - 325_2

Looking at the Japanese bastard who died with his eyes still open.

Harry clutched his stomach and roared with laughter, blood streaming from his mouth.

No wonder Boss Dean loved to blow people's heads off; it really was exhilarating! So exhilarating!

"Damn it!"

"Kill him! Avenge the squad leader!"

A bunch of screaming Japanese, brandishing their katanas, hacked at Harry from all directions.

Having made himself an anti-Japanese vanguard, Harry stylishly tossed away his revolver, spread his arms, and awaited death's arrival.

I took their leader down with me! Worth it!

Just then, police sirens wailed as Lawrence rushed in with a group of men, guns drawn.

Niel, just home from work, saw Dean's unexpected return. "Dean!" she cried, kicking off her high heels and flinging herself at him. She gave him a passionate embrace and a deep kiss, like a newlywed reunited with her love after a long separation.

When Niel could hardly catch her breath, Dean led her to the romantic candlelit dinner he had personally prepared. He was about to whisper some sweet nothings when his phone inconveniently rang.

Looking at Niel, her eyes shimmering with seduction, Dean irritably took out his phone.

After returning to Los Angeles, he had switched back to his original phone and number, so this call had to be from an acquaintance.

Dean took out his phone. Seeing it was Lawrence, whom he hadn't contacted in a while, he gave Niel an apologetic look and stepped onto the balcony to answer the call.

"Lawrence, don't tell me you're calling to invite me to your and Phoebe's wedding."

"Harry's in the hospital, and I've been suspended!"

Lawrence's voice was heavy, with the sound of a child crying in the background.

What?

Dean's eyes widened in shock. "What happened, Lawrence?"

"It was those damn Japanese!"

"Harry's friend, a detective, took on a missing person case and ended up tangling with a group of Japanese yakuza who had just started muscling into Los Angeles. His friend was captured. When Harry got the news, he went there alone. By the time I found out, he was nearly chopped to death by those sons of bitches. I called for backup, intending to bring in the entire yakuza gang. Instead, I got a call from Old Hunter. I've been suspended, and Harry's been charged with trespassing and murder with a firearm."

Lawrence's voice was thick with unrestrained anger. He and numerous colleagues from the station had witnessed those thugs about to hack Harry to death. Yet, this was the result. It was utterly outrageous!

The Japanese? A gang?

These two elements immediately brought to Dean's mind his own unpleasant encounters.

Damn it! I hadn't even found time to deal with those Japanese bastards, and now these sons of bitches were going after my little brother. Are they asking to die?

A fierce glint flashed in Dean's eyes. He suppressed his murderous intent and asked calmly, "How's Harry doing now?"

"His injuries are quite severe, but they're not life-threatening. I'm just worried about those Japanese bastards retaliating, so I wanted to ask if you know any way to get Harry out of Los Angeles."

"Where are you?!"

Lawrence told him the name of a hospital.

After hanging up, the more Dean thought about it, the angrier he became.

He took out his phone and dialed his cousin in New York.

His cousin Dick was now the head of the Lucchese Family in New York. Dean had initiated him into the bloodier side of things on a previous occasion. Dick was doing well, having managed to stabilize the Lucchese Family, which had been in decline.

"Cousin..."

"Dick, arrange for some unregistered gunmen to come to Los Angeles. I need them!"

In New York, Dick heard his cousin's icy tone and couldn't help but recall the last time he had led men to gun down those cultists.

A chill ran down his spine. Who on earth provoked my deadly cousin this time?

The Lucchese Family's current stability relied heavily on Dean's connections. Dick, of course, didn't want to let Dean down and immediately promised to handle the arrangements personally.

Every year, a considerable number of undocumented Italian laborers smuggled themselves into the United States. Most arrived in the metropolis of New York, choosing to blend into the Italian communities there. Finding some unregistered gunmen was not difficult.

Dean put away his phone, returned to the room, and apologized to Niel, "Baby, I have to go out."

Niel stepped forward, straightened Dean's collar, and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, tenderly saying, "Be careful. I'll wait for you to come back."

"It might be late. You go to sleep early!"

He kissed Niel goodbye.

Dean drove to the hospital where Harry was. Guided by an enthusiastic front desk nurse, he arrived at Harry's ward.

Inside, Lawrence, Phoebe, Robert, and others stood guard, all heavily armed. A Black woman was on one side, holding a little girl of about one, gently trying to soothe her.

When Dean pushed the door open and entered, everyone immediately looked up, alert. Upon recognizing him, they exclaimed in surprise, "Dean!"

They had no idea Dean had returned to Los Angeles, so his arrival was a complete surprise.

Seeing Dean, the worried expressions on their faces eased considerably.

It was simple: Dean had delivered too many pleasant surprises in the past. His arrival was like giving this scattered group a backbone.

After some brief greetings, Dean gestured for everyone to leave, keeping only Lawrence in the room.

He first checked on Harry. Although Harry's eyes were closed and his external injuries looked severe, his breathing was even, which reassured Dean.

"He has a lot of internal bruising," Lawrence said, briefly updating him on Harry's condition. "The doctors say Harry will need at least a month or two of recuperation before he can be discharged. They gave him a sedative to help him sleep through the pain at night."

Dean nodded. "Now tell me about your suspension and the situation with that Japanese gang."

Lawrence's face flushed with anger, the muscles in his jaw working.

"Old Hunter said that bastard Monet gave the order directly. Old Hunter's about to retire and doesn't want any trouble, but he secretly passed on some information. The Japanese gang Harry's group crossed is called the Yamaguchi-gumi. They used to operate in some coastal cities, but not long after you left, they moved into Los Angeles. They've taken over the turf of some smaller gangs, opened clubs and bars, and are even involved in human trafficking..."

Monet was their former captain from the Fourth Squad, a unit he practically built. After the Carmen Family fell, Monet's own backers gained influence, and he was transferred to a supervisory role in Internal Affairs. Dean had played no small part in Monet's rise. They once shared a certain camaraderie, a sense of indebtedness from their past association. But then Monet started causing trouble for Dean, eventually suspending him. Now, not only was he letting those Japanese thugs torment Harry, but he was also backing them and pressuring Old Hunter to suspend Lawrence.

To Lawrence and the detectives of the Fourth Squad, this was an undeniable betrayal. It fueled their anger even more.

After listening to Lawrence's account, Dean was certain of his previous guess.

This Yamaguchi-gumi was likely brought in by those minor Japanese families who had cozied up with the Mayor. That's how business is done in a foreign land. The Chinese-American businessmen who had previously cooperated with the Mayor also had similarly murky relationships with certain Chinese gangs.

Target confirmed.

Dean patted Lawrence's shoulder. "Lawrence, help me investigate the small gangs the Yamaguchi-gumi took out before. Be careful not to attract attention."

Although Lawrence appeared rough and imposing, he had become a detective captain through his own abilities and was certainly no fool. His eyes widened, realizing that his decisive friend was now radiating killing intent. Worry flashed in Lawrence's eyes. "I want to avenge Harry too, but those people have power and influence. If we try to act covertly, using someone else as a front, the risk is too high. It would be very difficult to fool anyone paying attention."

"Lawrence!" Dean stretched out his hand, clenching it into a fist. He said firmly, "No one bullies my people. We helped Monet get to where he is; we can also bring him down. It all depends on whether you guys have my back!"