North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 635 - 353: The Entire Los Angeles, A Complete Mess_1

"What do you want to do?"

Qian Feng couldn't believe such a monster existed. He had been through countless battles but had never felt as powerless as he did today.

After contemplating for a moment, Dean said seriously, "I know your situation. Your sister encountered an accident here. As a double agent, you came for the nuclear bomb involved in the Eye of Hell project. You intend to detonate it here, right?"

His voice, altered by a device on the skull mask, became a sinister and icy electronic sound. This technical support from Little Mike was very useful indeed.

Hearing the man before him outline his circumstances so clearly, Qian Feng struggled to lift his head, asking in shock and disbelief, "Are you with the Shanyue Army Assassination Squad?"

In his organization, only the highest leaders knew the identities and missions of members like him, and none of that information ever appeared online. Qian Feng couldn't fathom how this man knew his true identity, unless his own organization's leader had betrayed him.

The Shanyue Army Assassination Squad?

Dean shook his head. He had merely come across Qian Feng's existence by chance while working on the case and had made his deductions based on the information.

Dean crouched down, slowly resetting Qian Feng's joints while saying, "I don't know what you're talking about. You just need to tell me if you want to take revenge on this country and disgrace it before the whole world."

The man before him had fast hands. Soon, Qian Feng regained control over his body. But Dean's previous attack had left such a strong impact that he only dared to move his body, refraining from any unnecessary movements.

Several seconds later, the stabbing pain in his body gradually faded. Only then did Qian Feng nod. "If you hadn't attacked me just now, I would have already been doing it."

"For instance?"

"Use hostages to threaten all television stations in Los Angeles into broadcasting live footage of this place. We'll play some games and then set off a big firework that will go down in history. Just one BOOM," he continued, "and this area will become a permanent scar in the history of the United States."

"That's quite a crazy idea," Dean nodded. "But the signal here has already been cut off by the people outside. And by the way, they're evacuating everyone from upstairs."

Hearing this, a fierce look flashed in Qian Feng's eyes. "I know. That disgusting Saul is still trying to cover up the truth here from the media. They don't know I have a nuclear bomb. However, I've already had the hostages send out messages via radio waves. They haven't blocked that."

Upon hearing this, Dean frowned. "You didn't have them send out the message about the nuclear bomb?"

Qian Feng shook his head. "I wanted to save the surprise for last. Over a hundred researchers with a certain level of social influence should be enough to make those people disable the jamming and obediently broadcast as I demand."

Just imagine.

When those shameless politicians complete one humiliating game after another as he demands, they'll eventually see a mushroom cloud rising from their nation. It will indeed be a sight more memorable than when the twin mushroom clouds first appeared decades ago.

"You're wrong," Dean chuckled lightly. "It seems you don't really understand this country."

Researchers? Aren't they just workhorses and tools?

Public opinion? Isn't that just toilet paper, thrown away after use?

The electronically altered chuckle was like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, extremely grating.

Even though he was wary of the skull-masked man before him, Qian Feng couldn't help but ask irritably, "What exactly do you want?"

"We'll do as you said, but we'll change the message that's sent out," Dean replied. He feigned taking a small earpiece and a wrist device from his pocket and tossed them to Qian Feng. "Put on the wrist device and earpiece, and follow my commands from now on."

Subspace sure is handy.

Qian Feng had already set up all the detonators he was carrying at the entrance to the broadcast room. Deprived of any chance to counter Dean, he had no choice but to obey.

After he put on the wrist device, Dean continued, "This wrist device is a remote detonator. The earpiece can receive my voice within a certain range. Now, have those people send out the message about the nuclear bomb here and the Eye of Hell project. By the way, if you don't actually want to shame this country, you can also try detonating those detonators you set up." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Qian Feng no longer replied. He turned back, removed the detonators, installed them at the entrance to the Underground Research Institute, and carried out Dean's instructions to the letter.

For revenge, he was willing to sacrifice even his own life. As long as the monster before him didn't stop his vengeance, he wouldn't resist, even if the man was a Demon.

...

In the United States, many civilians dabbled in private radio.

As radio waves spread from the Underground Research Institute to various parts of the world, some recipients dismissed the messages as a joke. Others, curious, searched online but found nothing, leading them to also treat the information as a prank; some even replied, warning that such jokes were dangerous. However, some radio enthusiasts in Los Angeles were aware of the situation at the school.

And so, in just a short time, the media received the messages sent from the Underground Research Institute.

"The Eye of Hell project?"

"A nuclear bomb?"

"Fuck, why do I feel like this world is getting more and more surreal?"

...

Gossip is inherent to everyone.