North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 603 - 338

Hank's eyes flashed with surprise.

Not many people knew of his past affairs.

This Kames, whose man was he?

Storing this doubt in his heart for the moment, Deputy Director Hank nodded. "Understood. If the real culprit isn't caught in three days, I'll step in to resolve the other two risks."

The solution was indeed very simple.

Can't solve the problem? Then solve the person who can't solve the problem. The victim's family wants an explanation? Then we'll throw an entire squadron under the bus for you to curse at. Curse to your heart's content, then we'll deal with the Fourth Squadron. The leadership will step out, bow, make a statement, and you'll have to calm down, won't you? As for if the FBI closes the case and then more homicides keep happening, that becomes even easier to explain. The previous case has already ended. This is a new killer's case! As long as we don't link all the cases together, then a higher frequency of homicides fits right in with the inherent national conditions of the United States. The public is not satisfied? Then we continue to throw out the Fourth Squadron and repeat the process from above. Sacrificing a Fourth Squadron that had been established for just over a year to solve two troubles. That's quite a bargain. It's just a pity for Dean's current position as a detective captain.

Deputy Director Hank's gaze swept discreetly over Dean's profile, considering how to protect Dean, their 'insider' in national security, if the Fourth Squadron were to be disbanded.

「...」

Kames and Hank were both old foxes; they discussed worst-case scenarios before even considering victory. Only after settling on how to clean up any mess and minimize the impact on themselves did they return to face Dean and the others.

Hank's gaze was authoritative. "Captain Hunter," he said, "this case is too big; it has exceeded your team's capacity to handle. From now on, the case will be handed over to Agent Kames. You are all to fully comply with the orders of Agent Kames and his partner."

Old Hunter was about to reply when he caught a signal from Dean, who had been quiet all along.

Clenching his teeth, Old Hunter suddenly, to everyone's surprise, lunged forward with a clenched fist, aiming a punch at Kames, who was looking down, lost in thought. "FK, you bastard, are you trying to make us take the fall!"

"What are you doing?" Deputy Director Hank exclaimed in shock and anger.

Kames looked up, bewildered.

Just as Old Hunter's fist was about to connect with Kames' face, a figure suddenly appeared between them.

Dean grabbed hold of the furious Old Hunter. "Captain, cool it!"

As he spoke, he dragged Old Hunter back, his elbow taking the opportunity to slam hard into Kames' abdomen.

Kames cried out in pain, clutching his stomach and staggering backward. He fell to the ground, pointing at Dean and Old Hunter, trying to say something, but the intense pain from his abdomen made his eyes roll back, and he fainted.

To everyone watching, however, it looked as if Old Hunter had suddenly lost his temper and tried to hit Kames, with Dean stepping in to stop him, only for them to accidentally collide with Kames during the scuffle.

"Agent Kames!"

The apple-faced female partner, who had followed Kames in and been silent until now, rushed to Kames' side, completely befuddled, and began to check his condition.

This...

Witnessing what seemed like a farce, Deputy Director Hank pursed his lips. The shock and anger in his eyes faded, replaced by suspicion as he looked at Dean and Old Hunter, who were still ostensibly struggling.

Old Hunter, that usually meek and subservient old fox, suddenly lashing out—that he could understand. After all, Old Hunter had been in the workplace for so many years; he likely had a good sense of its underhanded dealings. Plus, with retirement looming, he might have become bolder, seizing the chance to vent his frustrations. Logically, it made sense.

The problem was, Kames was a senior FBI agent. If a mere bump could make him faint from pain, Kames would have died on a mission long ago; he certainly wouldn't have climbed the ranks to become the head of the Los Angeles branch.

Hank suspected Dean might have played a dirty trick. According to the information he had on Dean Lee, the man was not only highly competent and ruthless but also had connections to several special departments; he wouldn't be intimidated by the FBI's reputation.

What Hank couldn't fathom was Dean's motive for such foul play. This case was obviously tricky and could easily jeopardize one's career. Dean was merely a detective captain of a squadron. He had the FBI to take the heat from the front, and the entire Fourth Squadron, along with Captain Hunter, to take the blame from behind. Even if the Fourth Squadron was disbanded, Hank himself, as the Deputy Director of the Bureau of Detectives, would help Dean land on his feet and rise again quickly. Doing nothing and simply watching the show unfold would have been in Dean's best interest.

Hank didn't know that such an illogical thing as a system panel existed in the world, so after much thought, he couldn't understand Dean's actions. Ultimately, he could only attribute it to Kames' bad luck, getting hit in a vulnerable spot.

He sighed inwardly and shouted to everyone, "Quiet down!"

Only then did Dean release Old Hunter and step aside.

Old Hunter glanced at the unconscious Kames on the ground and silently gave Dean a thumbs-up. Outwardly, however, he hung his head as if he'd just realized he'd messed up, adopting an act of utter shamelessness, like a dead pig fearless of boiling water, and began to play the rogue.

"Hmph!"

Hank glared fiercely at Old Hunter, then strode over to the unconscious Kames. After checking his condition, he turned to Kames' apple-faced female partner and said, "Agent Kames is in shock from the pain and temporarily unable to handle this case himself. Time is of the essence. Before Agent Kames regains consciousness, you and Detective Captain Dean of the Fourth Squadron will begin the investigation."

The female partner glanced at Kames on the ground and then at the silent, tall, and handsome Dean beside her. She nodded. "Yes, Director Hank."

Watching Deputy Director Hank's retreating figure as he left with the stretcher, a smile finally touched Dean's eyes.

He had overheard Hank and Kames' hushed discussion earlier.

Unfortunately for them, Dean was cut from the same cloth.

If you can't solve the problem, solve the person responsible for it.

Think you can make him the scapegoat? 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

In your next life!

Dean took a deep breath, ignored the apple-faced female agent, and began to issue orders.