North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 606 - 340_1

Looking at the lawyer, whose eyes and demeanor had undergone a dramatic change, Dean's eyes narrowed slightly.

What does he mean, "stepped over the line"? He wasn't foolish enough to think the lawyer was referring to his unauthorized questioning. The man's tone sounded more like an accusation of him taking credit or messing things up. FBI? Homeland Security? Or some other disorganized department?

Seeing that Dean was just sizing him up without speaking, the young lawyer sighed. He pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his suit lining and put them on, which added a touch of gentleness and scholarly elegance to his stern face. He then said in a deep voice, "Detective Dean, let's get formally acquainted. I am Yehui Huang, an agent with the Special Activities Division, Unit X of the FBI, currently overseeing a confidential case involving interstate crime by Chinese gangs."

In fact, he didn't want to reveal his identity to a junior detective, but the case he was handling was on the verge of branching out. If the head of the HuaQing Gang encountered problems at this juncture, given the gang's already weak strength, finding another opportunity to get close to the core alliance of the Chinese gangs would be difficult.

For this chance, he had been on tenterhooks and devoted over three years.

If he missed it, was he to lie low for another three years?

Three years after three years.

He might accidentally end up as the boss himself before the next opportunity came along.

With no choice left, Yehui Huang decided to take the risk and reveal his identity.

So, it really is the FBI, and an operations unit responsible for gang cases at that. Dean wasn't surprised to hear Yehui Huang reveal his identity as an FBI agent.

The existence of someone like him might even be unknown to the people at the FBI Los Angeles field office.

The FBI itself has many departments, and each department has a varying number of groups. There are quite a few official personnel, not to mention informants.

So, this kind of situation is quite common.

Previously, Dean's main focus was on the head of the HuaQing Gang. He had only glanced at Yehui Huang, the junior lawyer, without really inspecting him closely. Now that he took a closer look, he noticed something amiss.

Although the man did seem to have the temperament of a lawyer, when he sized people up, the muscles around his eyes were tense and his eyebrows pinched inward, adding a touch of unease to his otherwise upright and even handsome features.

This was a reflex borne out of a constant presence in unsafe environments.

Moreover, the self-proclaimed Agent Yehui Huang stood upright and appeared full of vitality, but he lacked the instinctive posture of someone trained in martial arts. While his gaze was vigilant, it lacked the ruthlessness of someone who had truly shed blood.

This guy probably hasn't undergone rigorous professional training, Dean suspected. He was likely just thrown out here on this mission, treated as an expendable asset, not a valued one.

This was actually the treatment many non-native white individuals received when joining such departments.

No matter how many generations of immigrants your family had been in the country, no matter how many benefits you openly enjoyed, unless you descended from that small, early cohort of European whites, you would fundamentally face discrimination. It was difficult to escape the pervasive net of racial discrimination in any profession.

This was even more true in operational and research departments.

They were the ones singled out for key assessment and surveillance.

Speaking of which, Dean's father had probably taken on a similar task to investigate local gangs. He got close to Dean's mother, and then, through some unknown circumstances, faked his death, broke free, and infiltrated the Lucifer Organization.

These agencies seemed to have a penchant for recruiting from universities in recent years, using brainwashing, threats, and inducements before sending them undercover.

A few of the once-famous Italian Mafia families were brought down by internal and external pressures. Otherwise, considering the guilds controlled by Italian Americans now, it's clear how intricate and difficult to eliminate the Italian American influence in the United States is.

This young-looking Yehui Huang in front of me must be one such unlucky soul.

In the blink of an eye, Dean had guessed the background of this wary young man with considerable accuracy.

The fate of an undercover agent is rarely good. Especially for cannon fodder like him.

But all of this had nothing to do with Dean.

He now wanted to get a sense of this guy's stance; perhaps he could glean some helpful information.

So, as Yehui Huang's breathing grew heavier, Dean nodded, gestured towards the small black room still stained with the HuaQing Gang boss's spit and tears, and asked, "Shall we talk inside?"

When he saw the small black room, Yehui Huang, despite his efforts to appear composed, couldn't help but feel a little unnerved.

He hadn't forgotten the miserable state of the HuaQing Gang boss just moments before.

This madman isn't going to lay a hand on me too, is he?

Yehui Huang swallowed hard and gritted his teeth as he walked in.

He really didn't want to continue being undercover.

Worst-case scenario, I'll lose a hand. That way, I'll have the perfect excuse to escape the FBI's control!

After taking a seat, Dean looked at the young man, who wasn't as composed as he appeared. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, drew one out, handed it over, and asked, "Do you know my name?"

Not knowing what Dean was getting at, Yehui Huang cautiously accepted the cigarette and replied, "I've heard others call you Detective Dean."

"But my surname is Li."

Dean said in Chinese, "I am mixed-race. By the way, you understand Chinese, don't you?"

Hearing the familiar language of his homeland, Yehui Huang visibly relaxed and nodded. "I understand, I understand. Actually, I'm a second-generation immigrant. I lived in China when I was young and later immigrated here with my parents."

As he spoke, he sighed. "I didn't adjust well after coming here. Later, when my parents' business here was sabotaged by acquaintances, I thought of becoming a lawyer to help alleviate some of the family's pressure and to assist more people like my parents, who were vulnerable to legal troubles. But I never expected..."