North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 644 - 357 - : North America Detective_2

"Anything is possible, depending on what you want," Amon said, tapping the cigar in his hand. "The faction I'm part of wants you to join us. If you do, they will use all their resources to promote your deeds in the United States and continuously spread your fame. When the right opportunity arises, you can run for election. You'll have a high probability of becoming the President of the United States. As long as you desire it, with our help, no one will be your opponent."

"The President of the United States?"

Dean scoffed dismissively. "Forget about it. This incident scared me quite a bit. I don't have much desire for power, but I'm very interested in solving cases. If possible, I'd like to have law enforcement authority throughout the entire country. That way, I can travel around with my team and look into cases that interest me."

"Just that?" Amon thought he must have misheard.

Dean nodded. "Just that. I can join you, but I'm not interested in politics. My plan is to continue building my renown, and you help publicize it periodically. Later on, I can endorse the candidates you choose in return. Some of my business ventures will require your assistance. Of course, this will be mutual, and I will offer some shares in return."

Amon's eyes, starkly pale against his dark face, fixed unwaveringly on Dean for several moments before he finally nodded. "Even though this seems like a waste of your opportunity, it will reduce the obstacles to my own advancement. Dean, no matter what happens in the future, I will be your ally!"

Dean acknowledged this with a noncommittal nod and changed the subject. "How is the situation with the Underground Research Institute progressing?"

He never held much expectation for promises. Only the aces in his own hands could provide him with the utmost sense of security—like the shell-stripped nuclear warhead currently lying in his Subspace.

Dean's question, however, stirred unpleasant memories for Amon.

His dark cheeks twitched. "That damned bastard deceived us! Beneath that 'Peace Messenger' was nothing but explosives and similar junk—no actual nuclear material. This has cost us a portion of the profits we were due."

In response to Dean's inquiring glance, Amon added, "We can't let this information get out; it would be even more embarrassing. So, we've suppressed the news. My focus, however, will likely shift to locating that 'Peace Messenger,' if it even exists."

This was a terribly unlucky situation. After all, who wants to find a fly nibbling at the fruit of victory just as they're about to savor it? It's utterly vexing. Nobody would be pleased.

After briefly discussing further arrangements, Amon adopted a serious expression and left the heavily guarded secure location.

「Half a month later.」

With the manipulation of public opinion, Dean's renown successfully transformed into widespread fame. His family, former colleagues, classmates, and even neighbors he had never spoken to were all effusively courted by the media due to their connection with Dean. Catchphrases like 'The Headshot Detective' and claims of him being 'exceptionally potent in certain aspects' flew around, a mix of true and false gossip.

Niel, that clever young woman, playing on her status as Dean's fiancée, wept and covered her face during a high-ratings television interview. She lamented that she and Dean had planned to marry after the pharmaceutical company launched, but now... This Hollywood-style tragic drama, though cliché, was effective. Not only did it make countless men and women sympathize, but it also drew significant attention and anticipation to Niel's otherwise empty-shell company.

According to information Ms. Niel inadvertently revealed, the main product of the pharmaceutical company was supposedly an ancestral remedy from Detective Dean's family, possessing miraculous effects in 'a certain area.' This was touted as the real reason behind Detective Dean's formidable prowess in that regard since his school days. Detective Dean, portrayed as a good man, hoped to use the pharmaceutical company to benefit men worldwide and accumulate blessings for his future children.

Instantly, countless men sent anonymous letters to the television station. These letters, often starting with phrases like, "I have a friend..." or "A colleague of mine..." or "One of my relatives...", implored the station to relay a message to Niel: the pharmaceutical company was the fruit of her love with Detective Dean, a legacy of his will. It absolutely could not fail; it must successfully carry on Detective Dean's mission to benefit men worldwide.

Besides the pharmaceutical company—which hadn't even opened yet but had already become an instant hit—the United States' upper echelons had, in that half-month, also taken action. They worked to stabilize the negative impact from the live broadcast of the terrorist attack and establish a new distribution of interests. Although this was merely superficial stability, the deeper impact would require time to gradually smooth over. As for the rewards for Amon, Dean, and others, although these had been decided upon long ago, official discussions about them began to take place in public.

「Another half a month later.」

During a live televised speech at the Federation-wide conference, the President, holding his speech notes, delivered the announcements: "...This has been a disaster. Fortunately, through the heroic efforts of our NSA members, greater harm was prevented. The even better news is that after the Federation's full-scale rescue efforts, our Federation hero, Detective Dean, has now been declared out of life-threatening danger.

"Los Angeles County awards Detective Dean the lifelong title of Honorary Citizen. The Los Angeles Police Department confers upon Detective Dean the lifelong title of Honorary Detective.

"Furthermore, all fifty states, one federal district, and 3,042 counties of the entire United States Federation are awarding Detective Dean the lifelong titles of Honorary Citizen and Honorary Detective. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Simultaneously, the European Union, the United Nations..."

After reading the lengthy script, the President, who was nearing re-election, shrugged. He then said in a relaxed tone to the camera and the countless reporters below, "Perhaps we can now respectfully refer to our Federation hero, Detective Dean, as the 'North American Super Detective.' He will have law enforcement jurisdiction over cases throughout the Federation, fight against all evil, and will also become the United States Federation's global emblem of justice and freedom..."

「The safe house.」

Amon dumped a large pile of documents onto the desk in front of him. Beneath the desk, similar documents lay scattered.

Amon said, "Well, my esteemed 'North American Super Detective,' to be honest, I've never seen so many invitations. They're from major media outlets, police departments, criminal investigation units, and there are also many invitations from various nations asking you to give speeches. I feel like for the next few years, you won't have any time for your own plans."

Amon felt his mouth go sour.

Alright, so he was now focusing all his energy on power and influence. But what man with a detective's background wouldn't envy such unprecedented 'Super Detective' treatment?

For a very long time to come, at least, the name and deeds of Dean Lee would be recounted in police investigations and counter-terrorism case studies worldwide.

Dean simply smiled and didn't say much.

He was starting to miss his family and Niel.

It was just as the saying goes: to achieve success and not return to one's hometown is like wearing embroidered silks while walking in the dead of night. Dean now intensely yearned to share his current achievements and joy with his family.