North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 621 - 347_1

The crisp sound of high heels tapping on ceramic tiles grew closer, and an inexplicable sense of oppression surged into Daisy's heart.

Her slender legs, already fidgeting uncomfortably due to an urgent bodily need, tensed up. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I must be strong!

Dean is so fierce; he will definitely come to rescue me!

WHIMPER... I haven't finished the snacks in my drawer, and I had invited the beautiful new neighbor next door to visit. She keeps droning on about the rights of women in the new era—so naive, she must be easy to deceive...

All sorts of wild thoughts flooded Daisy's mind.

She violently shook her head, ashamed of herself for thinking about the new pretty neighbor at such a critical moment.

Daisy, oh Daisy, Dean and the others are under pressure to solve their case. You must be strong! You can't let these bastards affect their investigation!

Daisy kept reinforcing herself mentally.

She bit her lip hard and pushed out her heavy chest, stubbornly facing the door, trying to display a firm attitude with this posture. However, the tightly wrapped cloth over her eyes left her with nothing but darkness and the sound of footsteps that seemed to tread on her heart, drawing ever nearer.

Her hastily constructed mental defenses seemed on the verge of collapse before she even saw who it was.

The fear of the unknown, the uneasiness, the physical discomfort, the bodily restraint, the natural human fear of the dark...

All these factors accumulated.

Finally, the sound of the high heels tapping came to a stop.

CREAK.

The old wooden door was pushed open.

The glaring light, passing through the thick black cloth over Daisy's eyes, not only hit her eyeballs but also completely shattered her already trembling mental defenses.

Daisy's once proud chest caved in.

Her breathing became uncontrollably rapid. Her full bust beneath her thick white shirt rose and fell erratically, and the strained buttons made one worry about the quality of the blouse.

Just as Daisy's nerves stretched taut, preparing her to face an unknown fate, the sounds from outside suddenly vanished.

Seconds ticked by.

The tension of waiting for the guillotine to drop heightened Daisy's awareness and emotions to their limits.

She could distinctly feel the urgency she had just forgotten now accumulating in her bladder, and feel the remnants in her bowels stirring restlessly, taunting the elasticity of her sphincter.

The visitor remained silent.

But after only ten or so seconds, Daisy felt her emotions, much like her body's own defenses, were on the verge of collapse.

She gave in. "Okay, whatever you want to know, just untie these bandages on my face and let me use the bathroom comfortably. I'll tell you everything."

"TSK."

Accompanied by a frivolous whistle, a husky, smoker's female voice finally cut through the silence of the empty room, "What a boring, big-breasted woman. I thought I'd have more fun. You're so disappointing."

Hearing the undisguised mockery in the other person's voice, tears of humiliation slid down Daisy's cheeks.

SOBS...

Dean, come and save me!

...

Dean had no idea how much Daisy was missing him right now.

In his opinion, Daisy was, after all, a member of the Detective Bureau and had been apprehended by their own people. He had already discussed the matter with Detective Leia.

Before any negotiation, there shouldn't be any life-threatening danger.

Time was limited.

Since Daisy was not in mortal peril, Dean had to focus his energy on the case first.

So, after informing Old Hunter and Hank, the new deputy chief of the Detective Bureau, about Daisy's situation, Dean found a secluded corner and dialed Little Mike's number.

The call connected.

A chaotic torrent of shrill SQUEALS, unmistakably cries of distress, emanated from the phone.

Dean's hair stood on end. "You seem rather busy over there?"

"A little experiment on the emotional impact on hormone secretion. By the way, we're running low on experimental mice, Dean. I need more mice. Healthy humans would be even better—ideal specimens would be those who neither smoke nor drink, with regular sleeping habits, of various ages..."

Little Mike's cold voice came over the phone. He spoke as if he weren't discussing living people but rather piglets. Even a psychopath like Dean found Little Mike somewhat deranged.

This guy, after his transformation into a mad scientist, had become even more inhumane.

He hurriedly interrupted Little Mike. "We don't have the resources for that right now. However, if you help me crack this current case, leading to a promotion and raise for me, and thus a higher social standing, then we'll be much closer to your goal."

"How can I help you?"

Little Mike didn't waste another word.

That was one reason why Dean couldn't bear to get rid of Little Mike.

Even though the guy lacked some humanity, he was incredibly useful once you convinced him.

Dean briefly described the case, then said with a frown, "My female assistant has been captured. I need to find out what exactly happened in that university community back then, and why it was abandoned!"

The desolate community seemed unrelated to the current case.

But Dean's sixth sense told him that the secrets hidden there were tied to the current case.

Moreover, to identify the killer, they first needed to determine the detailed identities of the missing persons—all of which required Leia's investigation.

In this interim, Dean was not willing to disregard any potentially relevant information.

After hearing Dean's request, Little Mike paused for over a minute before his cold voice, now tinged with fatigue, came through again. "I've hacked into the university's online library before. Limited by current computer technology, most records there still rely on paper archives. My findings weren't substantial, but I did come across some interesting information. I suspect it has something to do with that community being abandoned."

"What information?"

"Protective suits, abandoned... Those keywords, don't you have any guesses?" Little Mike's voice paused before he continued, "With your intelligence, you shouldn't be so slow."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Of course, I thought of it—radiation or some kind of viral experiment. It's not the first time something like this has happened in this country. I felt uneasy about it too, which is why I asked you to look into it."

Speaking of which, America has many oddities. Take knowledge control, for example.

During this period, a lot of high-end and dangerous knowledge and materials can be obtained even by some amateur civilian researchers. There were even instances of one-to-one, perfectly replicated models of nuclear test submarines being sold.

As a result, in this country, it's not unusual for scientific hobbyists to create shocking news.

Beyond scientific research, there have been bizarre incidents involving viral experiments too.

For example, some pharmaceutical companies, under the charitable guise of providing free vaccines, would inject syphilis into Black 'disposables' to study the virus's pathological changes in the human body and test the effects of drugs not yet approved by their labs.

Of course, with the rise of certain CIA-backed 'public intellectual' schemes and the burgeoning 'Black Disposables' rights movement, such occurrences gradually became less common.

This was because a continuous influx of cheaper and less troublesome fresh 'disposables' was pouring into this country from abroad.

Now, those pharmaceutical companies are turning their focus to the homeless and illegal immigrants.

They trick these poor souls into participating in illegal drug experiments by offering predatory loans from gangs, welfare, part-time jobs, and other pretexts, achieving technological breakthroughs through the sacrifice of a large number of 'disposables.'

To outsiders, these shocking events are seemingly endless in this land.

...

"I'm glad your intelligence hasn't been affected by your frequent breeding activities..." Little Mike said casually. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he followed the path Daisy had previously investigated, effortlessly bypassing the hidden network traps and searching step by step.

Dean frowned. "...You're investigating me?"

"Every year in Los Angeles, many homicide cases are caused by emotional issues. I wouldn't want you to become one of them. So this is just a bit of concern for a partner..."

Little Mike offered a perfunctory response, his actions on the keyboard pausing momentarily.

Utilizing his custom-built hacking program and a keyword search, he too found the hidden log Daisy had previously discovered!