North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 623 - 348: Beast Alert, How Many Floors Can a Bag of Rice Hold Up?_2
"Good riddance to that trash! This is truly a gift from God to me. I want to advance too! The problem is this obese supervisor—he's a puppet, propped up step by step by the family behind Mayor Saul, and the key figure they use to sideline this FBI branch. How can I advance if my superior doesn't die? Even though the script deviated from my plan, the outcome isn't bad."
Time to change the way this game is played!
Leia put on her poker face again and, with tapping footsteps, left the place.
At this moment, Dean was unaware of the full consequences of his call for help. His request had led Little Mike to investigate the abandoned community. While doing so, Little Mike had also incidentally taught Daisy's captors a lesson and indirectly killed their supervisor.
He was sitting on a bench on the campus street, admiring the well-nourished and generously displayed figures of the passing female college students—a product of capitalism—while waiting for Little Mike to get back to him.
After about five or six minutes, Little Mike's weary voice finally came through the phone, "Dean, I've searched all the online resources I could find for that abandoned community and discovered a web log that had been set up as a trap."
"A web log set up as a trap?"
Dean was taken aback for a moment, then he realized. SWAT personnel? Daisy might have been caught by SWAT after stumbling upon this log.
Little Mike's answer confirmed Dean's guess and also delivered a considerable shock. "Yes, but these are only ostensibly SWAT personnel..." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
As Little Mike quickly scrolled through the automatically categorized information on his screen, he revealed, "SWAT is nominally under the jurisdiction of the FBI regional branch supervisor and is responsible for major armed counter-terrorism operations. Their heads are full of muscles, money, and women; they don't have this kind of technical expertise."
"So?"
"I'm still looking, but it seems to be related to a project codenamed 'Gate of Hell.' According to the information I just received, the project started in 1960 and was related to a war at that time. The keywords in the data are all encrypted codes, so I need more time to organize the information and decrypt them."
"Okay, sounds troublesome," Dean said, instinctively taking the pipe from his pocket and putting it in his mouth. "So, Little Mike, can you first tell me why that community was abandoned?"
"Give me five minutes."
The call ended.
Dean lit his pipe, feeling a surge of irritation.
Dammit, solving cases is always such a hassle. I was investigating a serial murder case, and now, out of nowhere, I've stumbled upon some potential military project with a codename. Utter bullshit.
A few puffs of smoke later, Dean felt his mood becoming increasingly irritable.
This rarely happens to me. Or rather, whether it was my past life as a Sweeper or this life with my enhanced body control, I can usually get my emotions in check quickly, even when they fluctuate.
Something's off!
Feeling his heart pound uncontrollably and rapidly, Dean abruptly stood up and looked towards the seemingly peaceful university campus ahead.
This isn't irritation; it's a warning! There's danger on campus up ahead!
Dean didn't care about attracting attention. Without a second thought, he called Lawrence, telling him to get away from the campus immediately. Then, he plopped into his car and sped off.
As for the students and teachers on campus? What do they have to do with me? This warning is different from the feedback I usually get. I can't put myself in danger for a crowd of strangers. Besides, I don't have the means or a valid reason to evacuate an entire campus and disrupt the peace here. In fact, I don't even know where the danger is coming from. Why isn't there that usual chilling, hair-raising sensation? Instead, there's just this uncontrollably accelerating heartbeat and restless mood... It's as if an earthquake is imminent, and I'm a small, frightened animal that only knows there's grave danger ahead but not its source.
So, his only choice was to flee immediately.
Only after driving several kilometers away from the campus did Dean feel his pounding heart gradually calm down.
"What the hell is going on?"
Dean got out of the car and jumped onto its roof.
He gazed towards the campus in the distance and let out a long breath. "After running a few kilometers, that animalistic premonition finally left my body. Could it be that damned place is hiding an out-of-control nuclear bomb?"
The thought flashed through Dean's mind, and he found it somewhat ridiculous, but he couldn't bring himself to laugh.
Because this warning was different.
The crisis premonition granted by Dean's Spirit ability usually gave him instant warnings about immediate, life-threatening dangers.
For example: the aim of a sniper rifle, a dump truck barreling toward him, an imminently exploding bomb, and so on.
Those were all instantaneous warnings.
So, in principle, even if Dean were dancing on top of a stable nuclear warhead, he wouldn't feel any psychological discomfort, nor would he receive a crisis warning, because although nuclear warheads are terrifying, they pose no threat to his life as long as they are stable and controlled.
The warning he had just experienced, however, was not an immediate crisis alert; it was more like an instinctual urge.
This made Dean think of his 'Beast Body.'
Beasts are far more sensitive to impending natural disasters than intelligent beings.
Possessing the Beast Body, Dean, aside from being like a wild animal in bed, had also inherited certain advantages of fierce beasts when it came to combat and danger warnings.
