North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 64 - 63: The duck that’s already in mouth, trying to run away?_1

Chapter 64: Chapter 63: The duck that’s already in mouth, trying to run away?_1

"Kapu, looks like I have to get busy," Dean said, pressing close to Kapu with a regretful expression.

Just as Kapu was about to say something, he was distracted for a moment. His grip on Dean’s hands slackened.

The next moment, Dean unleashed his strength, flipping Kapu onto the ground and pressing his knees into his back. "Tsk tsk, I win again."

"FK, YOU, you sly little devil!" Kapu gasped for breath under the pressure. "Seriously, you’re so strong, there’s no need for you to practice a technique-oriented martial art like Krav Maga."

Kapu had already resigned himself to being pinned.

People fear old age, and fists fear youthful vigor.

He was already thirty-eight. He looked strong but lacked endurance. Even if Dean hadn’t launched a sneak attack, Kapu wouldn’t have had the strength to continue resisting Dean’s brute force much longer.

"Kapu, tell me then, what kind of combat art do you think I’m more suited to learn?"

Dean quickly got up, pulling Kapu to his feet.

He also felt that Krav Maga didn’t suit his personality; it felt awkward and unsatisfying to use.

Kapu, however, just gave Dean the middle finger and walked away, clutching his lower back.

Seeing this, Dean could only walk over to the female receptionist, take her phone, and say deliberately, "Sasha, did you see that? Kapu isn’t such a tough guy after all. Maybe you should find a new husband."

That’s right; the woman at the reception desk was Kapu’s wife.

This guy had arranged for his whole family to be on the payroll at the combat gym; he was quite the old parasite.

Sasha covered her mouth, giggling.

Kapu, his expression darkening, turned back. "Your physical strength is far beyond that of an average person. You’re actually better suited to learn Ancient Muay Thai. If you’re willing to pay the high tuition fees, I can help you contact an Ancient Muay Thai master to teach you."

"Ancient Muay Thai... Is it really that strong?"

Dean’s interest was piqued.

Kapu nodded solemnly. "At my peak, when I sparred with that master, I wouldn’t have lasted three seconds before he killed me."

It was an extreme killing art that turned every part of the body into a lethal weapon!

Dean sucked in a sharp breath.

In the few days they had known each other, Kapu had boasted quite a bit about his achievements when he was younger.

In his youth, he had served as a combat instructor for the Marine Corps and even had a record of defeating ten opponents in hand-to-hand combat simultaneously.

And this guy couldn’t even last three seconds against that master?

"I’ll learn it!" Dean agreed decisively. "Money is not an issue!"

It’s just money, after all. He still had over forty thousand US dollars left from extorting Hutt last time.

Moreover, besides buying cigarettes—and with Laura basically covering his meals, his bed, his roof, and other daily needs—he really didn’t have much else to spend money on.

"Alright, I’ll arrange a time and let you know," Kapu said, nodding with a sigh of relief.

Finally, I can get rid of this pain-in-the-ass Dean.

Sparring with Dean every day left Kapu sore all over and utterly drained. He even struggled to perform his husbandly duties at night, making him wonder if he was losing his touch.

Now, the nightmare was finally over.

...

Leaving the combat gym, Dean drove back to the office.

Lawrence and the others were gathered around a map of the United States, deep in discussion.

Only Daisy, the clerk, was sprawled inelegantly in her chair, eyes narrowed, a face mask on, looking completely wiped out.

"Daisy, didn’t you say there was news about Bert? What are they up to?" Dean walked over to Daisy and started munching on the beef jerky from her desk.

He had a hefty appetite lately.

"They’re discussing Bert and his mother’s escape route," Daisy said wearily. "I discovered today that Zoe’s credit card was used at a hotel in Texas, near the Mexican border. I contacted the local police, but they only found Marina. She was the one who used the card. Apparently, she saw Bert’s wanted poster and didn’t want to go on the run to Mexico with her brother and mother, so she used the credit card deliberately to get caught."

"The border?"

Dean looked stunned, then annoyed. "What about Bert and his mother?"

"They got away," Lawrence said, approaching as he heard Dean’s voice. "The Texas police interrogated Marina. She said that after her brother found out she’d used Zoe’s credit card, he took their mother and fled in a car. They’re probably already across the border."

"FK!" Dean cursed under his breath.

The prerequisite for gaining Experience Points is to arrest or kill all the culprits involved in the case. Bert and his mom got away. Does that mean all my effort was for nothing?

"Lawrence, let’s go!" Dean grabbed Lawrence and started pulling him towards the exit.

Lawrence looked baffled. "Go where?"

"Texas!" Dean’s face was grim.

Letting prey that’s practically in hand escape? Dream on! Even if I have to chase them all the way to Mexico, I’ll take down that bastard Bert!

"Huh?" Lawrence’s expression changed. "Dean, I’m not going there. Besides, state troopers will bring Marina back to Los Angeles. There’s really no need for us to go."

Harry sidled up, grinning. "Dean, don’t push Lawrence. I’ve never seen him go back to Texas. I bet he’s got some skeletons in his closet back in his hometown."

Lawrence looked down, unwilling to explain.

"Then you’re coming with me!" Seeing Lawrence’s firm refusal, Dean turned to Harry. "I hear there are a lot of curvy Mexican babes with big ’Fasting’ over there. Aren’t you tempted to check it out?"

As a true-blue African American, Harry had no resistance to the words "big ’Fasting’". "No problem, Dean! But we can’t just head over there directly. We need to give the precinct there a heads-up first."

With that, Harry scampered over to Daisy, practically begging.

The two of them whispered back and forth for a good while.

Finally, Daisy reluctantly picked up her desk phone and made a call.

A moment later, she scribbled a phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to Harry. "Alright, you can go. They’ve made a record of it. Call this number before you board the plane, and someone will come pick you up."

"Thank you, kind Daisy, the radiant beauty of the Fourth Squad..." Harry blew Daisy a kiss, only to have a notebook thrown at him.

"Get lost!"

...

The Texas precinct where Marina was ’caught’ was a good two thousand miles from Los Angeles.

Naturally, Dean and Harry weren’t foolish enough to drive.

Lawrence, for reasons of his own, was unwilling to return to Texas, so he opted to drive them to the airport instead.

As boarding time approached, Lawrence was still trying to dissuade Harry. "Buddy, trust me, you don’t want to go to that place."

Harry’s mind, however, was completely filled with thoughts of Mexican babes with "big ’Fasting’". He paid no attention to Lawrence’s words.

He pushed Lawrence aside. "Lawrence, don’t underestimate me. I’m Harry, after all. Besides, without me, would you really trust Dean to go alone? What if Dean gets bullied by those Texas rednecks?"

Phoebe was a woman, and Robert was still a rookie. Without a veteran like Harry accompanying him, Lawrence was genuinely worried about Dean going alone.

But...

Lawrence sighed, patted Harry’s shoulder, wished them a successful trip, and then left the airport.

Harry, you’d better hope for the best, he thought.