North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 629 - 350: The Truth and The Test_2
A moment later, contemplation flickered across Little Mike's usually expressionless face as he gazed at his unexpected discovery. After a long while, he finally slumped into the wheelchair behind him and dialed Dean's number. "Dean, I've found out the information you wanted."
"Go ahead." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
On the other end of the phone, Dean's voice was tinged with urgency.
"The main culprit behind the neighborhood's desolation is a man named Jed Cabon. He was a university physics professor with a good academic reputation, but in recent years, due to an academic corruption scandal, his reputation suffered, and he subsequently resigned."
A physics professor?
Hearing this, Dean was completely certain his speculation was correct.
Someone really had smuggled a nuclear bomb into the university campus!
On the other end, Little Mike continued in his soft voice, narrating his investigative findings. "I've looked into all of Jed Cabon's and his wife's financial transactions. I found that each month, a substantial sum of money was deposited into his bank account, and another into his wife's. His wife then quickly spent this money on luxury goods and in Las Vegas."
Although Dean was already planning to flee, he played along to conceal his intention to abandon Little Mike. "You mean his wife has a gambling habit?"
"Yes. I've looked over the university's file on Jed Cabon. Though somewhat reclusive, he was well-regarded by students and colleagues. The academic corruption was likely to satisfy his wife's spending habits."
Dean's eyes flickered with unconscious thought. Clearly, before resigning his professorship, Jed Cabon had already found a new source of income to satisfy his wife's consumer desires. Acting is most convincing when you truly commit to the role.
Dean was also curious about the story behind all this, so he followed Little Mike's line of inquiry. "Did you find the source of the funds?"
"The money deposited into Jed Cabon's bank account was likely the work of SWAT. After resigning, Jed Cabon probably got involved in that Eye of Hell project."
As he spoke, Little Mike's breathing on the other end of the line grew slightly labored, but his gaze remained firmly fixed on the split-screen display in front of him. One side showed the source of the funds in Jed Cabon's wife's account; the other, her last words—yes, her last words—hidden in her parents' email inbox.
Jed Cabon's wife, a very beautiful blonde, had also died a few days ago.
The organization funding them had used many methods to cover their tracks, but unfortunately, any trace left online creates a vulnerability. Little Mike easily followed these traces and identified the culprits. Shockingly, it was a black glove operative from an official secret agency in Vietnam.
As for Jed Cabon's wife's last words, they involved not only her husband's death but also the secret of another madman!
A nuclear bomb? A terrorist attack? HEH. The clever Little Mike easily imagined the chain reaction Dean would face once everything unfolded.
Little Mike didn't share this information with Dean. He was curious. What would Dean, someone like him, choose to do after learning the truth?
...
Dean had no inkling of any of this. He listened to Little Mike's labored breathing on the phone, waiting for him to reveal the source of the other funds. However, it seemed Little Mike had finished reporting everything he'd investigated, as the line went silent.
"That's it?"
Little Mike calmly replied, "Yes. The source of the funds deposited into Jed Cabon's wife's account was laundered through international brokers multiple times, making it impossible to trace the entity behind it."
"Alright, thanks for the help. You sound exhausted; go get some rest."
Dean hung up the phone and shrugged. The act was over.
Next, he just had to wait quietly for the drama at the university campus to unfold. He definitely wouldn't go near it, no matter what!
Just as he was about to contact Lawrence to find an opportunity to get away, Lawrence called him first.
"Thank God, it went through on the first try! This damn signal!" Lawrence cursed on the other end of the line, his voice laced with irritation, far from calm.
"Buddy, you sound like a prostitute who got stiffed by a john after an all-nighter."
"Screw off!"
Lawrence was about to say something else, but a hand snatched the phone from him. "Mr. Dean, this is Leia. Where are you now? I've figured out who the suspect is!"
Dean immediately replied, "I'm coming over right away!"
He wanted to use this as an excuse to get away from here.
But Leia, the FBI agent, stopped Dean. "Mr. Dean, the situation is very troublesome. Please listen to me first. After investigating the five students who mysteriously disappeared, I found that a female student named Qian Mengmeng is the most suspicious."
Without waiting for Dean to speak further, Leia continued rapidly, "Qian Mengmeng, 19 years old, of Chinese-Vietnamese descent, is a student at XX University. During the second semester of her freshman year, she reported to the police that she had been sexually assaulted by several male students. She claimed they had also injected her with addictive drugs and filmed the assault, intending to use the recording to control her.
"The police sent investigators to the school. Qian Mengmeng's classmates, including her roommate and students from her hometown, all denied her claims. They said she had a bad reputation at school and was always trying to do things to attract attention. The school authorities and the parents of the accused male students also pressured the police."
