North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 580 - 328 I’m Back_3

Below his feet was a staircase leading downwards. With every step Dean took on the staircase, rows of soft lighting came to life, illuminating the path ahead as he descended.

Dean finally arrived in a small room several meters underground. The room was tiny, only about five or six square meters, with a ceiling height of approximately 1.7 meters; Dean could only enter by bending down. In the center sat a brightly lit large-screen computer, flanked by two inconspicuous speaker grilles.

Perhaps due to a notification from the waiter upstairs, as Dean entered the small room, Amon's voice emanated from the computer, "Dean, you should know I've already agreed to let you return to the Fourth Squad as its chief detective. Why did you then lead your men to wipe out the Yamaguchi Family?" His tone carried a note of dissatisfaction.

Because if Saul found out Dean was the killer, then even if Dean had the backing of National Security, Saul would definitely not go easy on him, just to maintain his own dignity. After all, National Security was still in the process of being officially established, its power and status not yet fully stabilized. They wouldn't possibly antagonize Saul and his powerful family just for a minor figure like Dean. Amon was therefore very dissatisfied with Dean's restlessness!

Dean ignored Amon's dissatisfaction, his eyes wandering. They finally settled on a few inconspicuous holes in the wall. He shrugged towards them. "Director Amon, you seem quite certain I was the one leading the operation last night?"

"Did you forget that it was I who helped coordinate the mess made by the New York Lucchese Family, Dean Lucches!" Amon's tone had shifted from dissatisfaction to hostility.

Upon hearing this, Dean made no excuses. He simply sat down in the chair, propped up his feet, and lit a cigarette. As the smoke billowed, he finally said earnestly, "Then you should know, if I hadn't taken action, my brothers and their families would have met with 'accidents'."

"But they are just minor characters!" Amon nearly roared. He grew increasingly angry. "Don't you understand? For some minor characters, you almost disrupted my original plans in Los Angeles! Did Anthony never teach you what it means to make sacrifices?"

BANG.

Confronting Amon's angry interrogation, Dean slammed the table with even greater fury and retorted, "Amon! This is the United States! This is Los Angeles, part of the United States, not a place for those little Japanese fools to run wild! Today they dare to openly attack detectives and their families. Tomorrow they'll dare to shit on our heads! These ungrateful wretches can only be taught to kneel and obey with a fist to their faces."

「In a distant land.」

Amon listened, dumbfounded, to Dean's voice coming through the equipment. This guy, if he remembered correctly, was of mixed heritage. How could he seem more American than Amon himself, a pure-blooded American?

However, he found himself quite in agreement with Dean's words. He was a pure American. His ancestors were convicts exiled here from the Commonwealth—of pure bloodline. This was why he was among the earliest reservists for National Security and later even rose to be a director. He was very wary and intensely disliked the Japanese, whom he considered mad dogs for having once dared to attack the United States. Dean's viewpoint undoubtedly resonated with him.

But in his plan, Dean, with his sharp mind, was undeniably an important factor. So Amon still intended to reprimand him a little.

Just then, a wrinkled, liver-spotted hand pressed the mute button on the device.

Amon, startled, turned to the elderly man beside him with a respectful demeanor. "Elder..."

The old man smiled amiably at Dean's image on the monitor – a handsome and carefree figure. "Is this the Gray Web operation's sleeper agent you've chosen in Los Angeles?"

Amon nodded. "Yes, Elder."

"He's a fine young man with the right attitude. He's worth spending some effort to cultivate. If suitable, he could even be considered for recruitment into our organization." After speaking, the elderly man closed his eyes once again.

Upon hearing the old man's words, Amon was startled. He felt both envy and jealousy towards Dean. This guy had so effortlessly caught the Elder's eye! FK!

He took a deep breath, quelled the turmoil in his heart, unmuted the call, and said coldly, "We'll let this matter go. But for your safety, those gunmen must be dealt with!"

"Gunmen?" From the microphone came Dean's puzzled voice. "Director Amon, what gunmen? Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. But I heard there were rough seas last night. Maybe those cruel murderers' boat capsized while they were trying to escape?"

Looking at Dean's shameless face on the monitor, Amon was exasperated into laughter. This bastard's skin must be tougher than the best bulletproof vests in the world. But this also relieved him. Dean had been thorough. With those gunmen dead, Saul's chances of uncovering the truth were greatly reduced.

So, he gave Dean a couple more warnings, then dismissed him.

After the communication was cut, Amon still felt somewhat uneasy. That Dean, with his thick skin and dark heart, so bold and reckless... he should be returned to the detective bureau as soon as possible, or else he'll stir up more trouble for me. Of course, to avoid arousing Saul's suspicion, Dean naturally couldn't return to his post through National Security channels, at least not overtly. All of this would have to rely on the connections of the old man currently beside him.

Amon's gaze shifted to the old man resting with his eyes closed beside him.

「Los Angeles.」

After leaving the café, Dean went straight to the hospital where Little Black was recovering.

With the stance he had deliberately displayed, Amon should speed up the process of helping him. The thought of soon being able to resume investigations with Harry and his old pals lifted his spirits immensely. As for that temporary underling, Cheston En... Hmm? Who's Cheston En? Do I know him? A man has to get back to his life, after all. Wildflowers like Cheston En are fine for a bit of fun, but not something to get too hung up on.

In the hospital room, Harry was already awake, grimacing while chuckling foolishly at his daughter. He was also chatting idly with Phoebe.

Seeing Dean suddenly appear before him, Harry was first taken aback, then let out a wail like a pig being slaughtered. "Boss, boo hoo hoo, I got beat up so bad…"

Dean was momentarily speechless. It's been a while, how did this kid get so campy?

Smiling, he walked into the hospital room, picked up Harry's daughter, and said with a grin, "I'm back!"

"Mhm!" Harry nodded vigorously.

Nearby, Phoebe shivered at their overly dramatic interaction and exchange. She quickly snatched the little girl, who was傻里傻气 staring at this strange uncle Dean, and bolted out the door.

Dean and Harry glanced at each other and burst into hearty laughter.