North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 587 - 332_2

This incident also served as a reminder for him: he had to prepare for the future and dedicate some energy to building an intelligence system.

The Lucifer Organization, for example, was a good option. Stripped of those lunatics obsessed with achieving immortality and their criminal activities, the Lucifer Organization was actually a potent intelligence platform, with connections to people from all walks of life in the United States. Now that he had wiped out the riffraff at the Lucifer Organization's headquarters, leaving only a bunch of insignificant small fry, Little Mike could also provide network technology support.

What was particularly ingenious was that the framework of the Lucifer Organization was built on the internet. Each visitor and lower-ranking member wore a mask and, in principle, they were unaware of each other's real-world identities. Once he controlled these, manipulation would be easy.

Dean had considered this before and had even left a contingency with his father. If he wanted, he could become the new Lucifer of the Lucifer Organization at any time!

No, Dean shook his head. Not until the real 'God' behind the Lucifer Organization has been dealt with. If I make a move now, it will still be too troublesome with all the problems that would arise. Once he's gone, Lucifer will lose its protection and will hardly be able to withstand infiltration and phishing by organizations like the FBI...

The infiltration of official bodies like the FBI doesn't concern me. After all, once I take over the Lucifer Organization, I'll transform it into an intelligence platform; whether it gets infiltrated or not won't matter much. The key is the real 'God' behind the Lucifer Organization.

According to Little Mike's investigation, since Dean's massacre at the island base, the true 'God' behind the Lucifer Organization had been frightened. It was also possible they had been warned and suppressed by an equally powerful force. Since then, the family members had scarcely appeared in public, and it had become difficult to find any trace of them online.

So, this matter required long-term consideration.

I'm young. I have plenty of time to wear them down.

「Evening.」

After calling Niel to have her temporarily abandon the acquisition and return to Los Angeles as soon as possible, Dean invited Lawrence to a quiet bar to wait for Old Hunter to arrive for their appointment.

Lawrence arrived first, but he didn't look to be in good shape. His fleshy face was swollen and bore two relatively faint palm prints, making him resemble an Akita dog stung by bees. He was also limping; it was unclear what he had been through.

Upon entering the quiet bar, he attracted a lot of attention. If Lawrence hadn't been so tall and imposing, some people might have been unable to resist whistling at him mockingly.

When Dean saw Lawrence, he couldn't help but laugh at his appearance. An amused smile he couldn't quite hide touched his lips as he pushed a glass of bubbling beer in front of the morose, seated Lawrence and joked, "Buddy, did you get attacked by a cougar downtown?"

Lawrence glared at Dean, chugged the approximately 600 ml of ice-cold beer in one gulp, and then nodded. "Much more terrifying than a cougar. If you hadn't called me right when you did, I reckon Phoebe would have blasted me away with her shotgun."

Dean glanced at the uneven palm prints on Lawrence's cheeks and clicked his tongue. "Lawrence, tell me all about your cheating."

Lawrence rolled his eyes, gestured for the bartender to refill his glass, and then grumbled, "Get lost, you oversexed stallion! How could I possibly cheat?"

He sighed, sounding quite aggrieved. "You know I'm divorced."

Dean quickly grabbed some bar snacks from the side, settling in for a juicy story.

This involves Lawrence's ex-wife, the psychologist! I have a feeling this is going to be big.

Seeing Dean's eager posture, Lawrence was so annoyed he could spit. He clenched his fist, wanting to punch Dean, but then, remembering the man's freakish strength, he unclenched it and, deciding to be sensible, grabbed a handful of beef jerky and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing viciously.

After swallowing, he took another large gulp of the beer the bartender had pushed over and began to recount his experiences from the day.

After the divorce, Lawrence and his ex-wife had supposedly parted ways amicably.

Of course, that was Lawrence's version.

According to my observation of his micro-expressions, the truth is likely that Lawrence was dumped.

In any case, after the divorce and some other upsetting incidents, Lawrence had left his hometown and come to Los Angeles.

Then, just today, his ex-wife had shown up at his residence with a girl who had just turned eighteen.

"Is the girl your child?" Dean asked, his voice full of gossipy curiosity.

Lawrence had always been stingy; perhaps it was because he needed to pay child support.

Lawrence rolled his eyes, pointing at his swollen face. "Dean, look at me! I'm still a young man. How could I possibly have a kid that old?"

Saying this, he lowered his head and sighed again. "But I really do owe that girl.

"Her name is Nia. She's the person I've wronged the most in my entire life.

"Back then, I was in a really bad mood because of the divorce. So, after encountering a drunk-driving bastard, I chased right after him. I didn't expect the bastard to keep accelerating until he lost control of his car and crashed into another vehicle that was just passing by.

"The drunk-driving bastard died on the spot.

"In the car that was hit, there were two deaths and one injury. The survivor was Nia.

"Her parents both died in that car crash.

"It was because of that incident, filled with guilt, that I chose to resign, flee Texas, and come to Los Angeles."