North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 585 - 331_3
Dean's powers of observation and thought were exceptionally strong. A simple glance was all it took for him to discern the underlying pattern. The screen, densely packed with personal profiles, displayed data organized by skin color, age, gender, body type, and profession, creating a picture that was chaotic yet orderly.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The scientists on the island base had made many comparisons among the subjects. However, with such a vast amount of data, it was very difficult for them to achieve Little Mike's level of meticulousness and accuracy.
No wonder Little Mike had so easily found the key.
Little Mike pointed at the screen.
"Based on the experimental data, I tentatively believe male subjects around thirty years old have the highest probability of withstanding the Catalytic Agent. These subjects are generally healthy, physically adept, and somewhat overweight.
Those fools failed to notice this because they were misled by two variables."
Little Mike tapped the keyboard a couple more times.
The photos on the screen scattered like petals before reassembling into a focused montage: close-ups of monstrous creatures with rippling muscles.
"These two variables are profession and demonstrated athletic ability.
For example, among those they considered successful subjects, there were fewer military personnel and special agents. Instead, there were more individuals who were mentally active and relatively accomplished in their respective fields.
These included business owners, ordinary people, and even homeless individuals. Most of them displayed average physical abilities and seemingly less willpower than the soldiers and special agents.
Yet, more of them survived.
This misled those researchers."
Hearing this, Dean nodded.
Good emotional regulation can help reduce and moderate the intensity of the Catalytic Agent's effects.
That's why military personnel and special agents, despite possessing stronger willpower than the average person, had fewer survivors. Conversely, ordinary people who were reasonably accomplished in their fields had more.
This is because willpower alone isn't very effective when the body rebels.
Perhaps that was also why, in the Battle Royale game, the invitees were all top figures in their respective industries.
The researchers at the island base had uncovered some patterns, just not as comprehensively as Little Mike.
As for the demonstrated athletic ability Little Mike mentioned, that was even easier to understand.
Demonstrated athletic ability only indicates that an individual has undergone rigorous training; it doesn't necessarily mean they possess high physical aptitude.
After all, an individual with average natural physical ability who exercises daily will certainly demonstrate better athletic performance. This is in contrast to an ordinary person with high natural talent but no habit of exercising.
Therefore, the success of the Catalytic Agent hinged on two factors: emotional regulation ability and physical aptitude.
Thinking of this, Dean touched his chin. Something's not quite right! Emotional regulation ability? He'd seen mountains of corpses; few things could significantly stir his emotions. Physical aptitude? He had slaughtered nearly a hundred subjects barehanded. Damn it. This Little Mike... he couldn't be hinting at something, could he?
Dean shot Little Mike an unkind look, his eyes meeting Little Mike's.
When Little Mike saw Dean looking over, he even blinked, appearing somewhat cute and foolish.
Dean narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze around the room. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Little Mike nodded obediently. "I want Zero to bring what he promised me when he next visits."
He'd seen enough movies and TV shows. If necessary, he wouldn't mind exploiting his appearance to achieve his goals. Humans, as he understood it, tended to be softhearted toward cute and foolish-looking youngsters and were more likely to grant their requests.
Seeing this, Dean rolled his eyes. This guy was starting to act! If he was just suspicious initially that Little Mike wanted to capture a suitable subject, now he was certain! Dean could guarantee that if 'Zero' appeared before Little Mike, he'd definitely be poisoned, then strapped to an operating table by those crude robots to become a human lab rat!
Fortunately, 'Zero' was just one of his aliases.
Little Mike obviously hadn't suspected that he, Dean, was Zero. In Little Mike's mind, no one could likely cross hundreds of nautical miles, possess such inhuman prowess, crush those subjects, and breach the island base.
Indeed, scientific freaks like him were too dangerous!
Dean put his hand behind his back, clenched his fist, and said in a muffled voice, "Zero is recuperating, but he said he has something for you, which I forgot to bring this time."
Hearing that the item was with Dean, Little Mike dropped the act, his expression returning to its usual stoicism. "Understood. If you get a chance, please bring me some of Zero's blood. Also..."
He took out a USB drive and placed it on the table. "Your girlfriend, Niel, is leading a team in acquisition negotiations with a pharmaceutical company. I casually checked that company's background. You'd better pay attention."
"What?" Dean snatched the USB drive and turned to leave immediately.
Niel was the woman he intended to marry; she was family. Anyone who touched her would die!
Urgency gripped Dean.
Anyone who touched her would die!
Urgency gripped Dean.
Anyone who touched her would die!
Urgency gripped Dean.
