North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 639 - 354 The Helpless Little Sow_2

"So the worst outcome is just the university being abandoned?" Amon asked, sighing with slight relief. This outcome is somewhat acceptable... my ass!

Modern technology had advanced to a point where, if one was willing to pay the price, the residual nuclear effects in such a small area could be eliminated. So, for the average citizen, this might just be an unforgettable experience.

But for Amon, it meant ruin. He would not allow the Peace Messenger to truly arrive!

With this in mind, Amon took a deep breath and looked expectantly at the venerable scholar again. "Is there any chance their Peace Messenger is fake?"

Upon hearing this, the elder first glanced at Mayor Saul, who was lying on the ground, before shaking his head. "You can ask Mayor Saul for the specifics. He seems to know the real story!"

"FUCK!" Finally unable to contain his rage, Amon strode over to Saul, grabbed his tie with his sturdy right hand, and hoisted him up, growling viciously, "Tell me, is the Peace Messenger real or not!"

The tie bit into Saul's neck. Despondent, he finally regained his senses.

He desperately grasped Amon's muscular arm, nodding as he struggled. "A few months ago," he gasped, "a radiation leak occurred in the community near the university. SWAT investigated and found that Professor Jed Cabon of the Eye of Hell had been stealing materials for a long time, which caused the leak. However, we never found the person he was trading with. Not until this person named Qian Feng appeared..."

"Just tell me the result!" Amon's angry spittle sprayed.

Saul sighed. "After verification, the stolen raw materials more or less match the yield of the Peace Messenger shown in the video. The only uncertainty is whether they have the capability to detonate it."

Detonating the Peace Messenger was no easy task. Based solely on the video, not even the experts and professors at the scene could be certain of its current state. It might not even need a trigger; it could explode on its own at any moment. Alternatively, it was possible that when Jed Cabon created this Peace Messenger, he had habitually followed safety protocols, meaning it would require a special detonation device.

Amon looked expectantly at the experts and professors, but they all averted their gazes. No one could provide a definite answer, especially since a nuclear radiation leak had already occurred.

Resigned, Amon released Saul's tie and walked over to the telephone, which was covered by a special soundproof box. Using as gentle a tone as he could muster, he said, "I am Amon, the National Security Director in charge of this incident. Mr. Qian, whatever your demands are, just state them."

With that, he stared intently at the makeshift television screen. On it, the man in the trench coat sat with his legs crossed, holding a TV set apparently taken from another lab. He seemed engrossed in watching it, showing no impatience at Saul's sudden disappearance from the other end of the line.

Amon noticed that the box containing the Peace Messenger, previously visible in the live broadcast, had vanished from the screen! Where is the Peace Messenger? Where could they have hidden that cumbersome device?

Amon shot a questioning look at a nearby observation recorder.

The recorder shook his head and whispered, "After Mr. Saul collapsed, the other party had several hostages move that box out of the frame."

Hearing this, Amon's heart sank. If they were to carry out a decapitation strike, securing the Peace Messenger immediately was paramount. Qian Feng and the hostages were secondary. But now, they had lost track of the Peace Messenger. If they proceeded with a decapitation strike, they couldn't be sure they could stop Qian Feng from remotely detonating the Peace Messenger before they could kill him.

What were they to do?

「Just then」

Qian Feng's voice came from the phone, interrupting Amon's thoughts, "One hour and forty-eight minutes!

"You've wasted one hour and forty-eight minutes of my time!"

Amon immediately refocused on the live television broadcast. "Apologies, Mr. Qian," he said. "Your broadcast caused panic in Los Angeles, and Mayor Saul, whom you were speaking with, was left in a stupor. I will be handling communications with you now."

"It's quite a picture; I like it very much," Qian Feng said. On the television screen, he pushed aside the TV on the table and looked at the camera. "How about this: I've investigated the Eye of Hell project, and that fellow Saul was involved. I really despise people like him. So, could you switch part of the feed to him? I'd like to see what you bigwigs look like when you're fucking a sow."

The Mayor of Los Angeles, fucking a sow on live television? Globally, that would be an absolutely mind-blowing scene, wouldn't it?

Everyone present turned to look at Saul, who had collapsed to the ground again, but not a single person showed any sympathy. The madman on the phone had made it perfectly clear: their mayor was connected to this unwarranted disaster that had befallen them all.

Faced with such an absurd request, Amon didn't hesitate for a second. "No problem!"

"Impossible!" Saul, still on the ground, roared in anger. He scrambled, trying to flee. Even if he were shot dead or had to jump off a rooftop, he would absolutely, under no circumstances, do such a depraved thing on live television in front of countless viewers!