North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 579 - 328 I’m Back_2

Amid the envious gazes of his many colleagues, the man cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice, "Miss Peishan, according to our investigation, two locations in the suburbs of Los Angeles were attacked by a mysterious gang of gunmen last night. Could the other location also be a stronghold of the Yamaguchi Group?"

The spokesperson, the Miss Peishan to whom the male journalist referred, shook her head. "The victims at the other location were a business family of Japanese descent. They all appear to have legitimate professions. However, at this moment, we cannot rule out the possibility that they have ties to the Yamaguchi Group. You can follow our subsequent announcements for more information. Next, please..."

CLICK.

Dean turned off the TV.

Just as he had predicted.

The Los Angeles police had classified the previous night's massacre as bloody retaliation between gangs.

As for the deceased members of the Yamaguchi Family, it seemed Mayor Saul had considered them disposable pawns in his dealings with the Los Angeles police. After all, he wouldn't suppress the entire police force for a group of dead people who were no longer of any use to him. Even as a member of a prominent family, he wouldn't do something so nonsensical and foolish.

「Meanwhile.」

Mayor Saul Aston of Los Angeles was also watching the police press conference on TV, his face flushed and his breath heavy.

When he heard the spokesperson on TV define the previous night's massacre as bloody gang retaliation, a woman in a kimono, kneeling on the floor, raised her flushed face and looked at Saul in disbelief.

He had clearly promised to help her deceased family members get justice. Why would the police define it this way!

She knew that once her family was labeled a gangster family, they wouldn't be able to use public pressure or citizen sympathy to compel the Los Angeles police to relentlessly hunt down those thugs and avenge her tragically murdered family members!

Saliva dribbled from the corner of the woman's mouth as it fell open, as if she wanted to say something.

Saul, however, narrowed his eyes and lifted his head.

With a long, satisfied sigh, a white 'bullet' shot out, hitting the woman's open mouth squarely, forcing back all the questions she wanted to voice.

Saul Aston glanced with disgust at the stupid little Japanese woman kneeling before him and waved his hand dismissively, signaling her to leave.

The woman met his cold gaze, shivered, and became terrified.

Her family was gone. As someone presented as a gift, she didn't dare say a word, fearing she would instantly vanish from the world.

With this thought, she didn't even dare wipe her mouth. Obediently and submissively, she closed the door to Saul's 'bird room' for him. Then, she crawled backward on the floor, head lowered, until she was out of his sight. Only then did she dare to rise, wipe away her gushing tears, and walk out of the room, head still bowed, before disappearing down the corridor.

SNAP.

After the woman left, Saul, his composure regained, lit a cigar and took a few puffs. Only then did a flicker of confusion cross his eyes.

Who exactly had annihilated the Yamaguchi Family?

The Yamaguchi Family had indeed been the mutually agreed-upon sacrifice after his discussions with the Los Angeles police.

As for whether the remaining Japanese families would be disheartened? They were just dogs. Beat them with a stick, then toss them a bone. That's all it took. If they still dared to make a fuss, he'd just beat them to death and "eat their meat." After all, these Japanese weren't the only dogs he controlled. Once they were on his ship, getting off wouldn't be so easy!

These things didn't concern Saul. What he really wanted to know was who had actually eradicated the Yamaguchi Family.

Anyone with access to intelligence channels should know these Japanese were his dogs. Barring a conflict of interest, no one in Los Angeles would want to make an enemy of him.

Saul's first suspects were those wealthy Chinese businessmen. However, after an overnight investigation by his family's enforcers, they found that the Chinese gangs closely associated with those wealthy Chinese businessmen had made no moves, and there was nothing unusual surrounding the businessmen themselves.

So, who dared to touch his dogs? Saul could tolerate a dead dog, but he couldn't stand someone disrespecting him! This matter wasn't over!

...

After watching the Los Angeles police press conference, Dean reassured Lawrence and saw him off in his car. Then, Dean got into his own car and returned to the café where he had previously met Amon.

Business there was still dismal.

When the receptionist at the front desk saw Dean, she greeted him enthusiastically. While appearing to ask what he needed, she actually said, "Mr. Dean, Supervisor Amon wants you to contact him on the secure line as soon as possible."

"Lead the way," Dean nodded and said softly.

He knew Amon wanted to contact him again so soon after leaving, likely because Amon had guessed he was responsible for last night's events.

But he was curious. Why didn't Amon call him directly? Why ask a staffer at the National Security outpost to have him come over and use a secure line? His personal phone couldn't be used. What was Amon up to? Why such secrecy?

The receptionist led him to the third stall in the men's restroom.

The receptionist gestured for Dean to wait outside.

A moment later, with a CLICKING sound, as the stall door opened, the tiled wall behind the toilet unexpectedly protruded and slid aside, revealing a hidden door.

Dean's gaze swept over the toilet's flush button, leaving no trace, before he looked at the receptionist.

The receptionist smiled faintly and, without explanation, simply extended a hand, gesturing for Dean to enter.

He stepped through the hidden door.