North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 72 - 70: The only one who can deal with a pervert is another pervert (2 in 1, please follow) - Part 2

Chapter 72: Chapter 70: The only one who can deal with a pervert is another pervert (2 in 1, please follow) - Part 2

Marina, too, would have to pay the price for deceiving him!

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The worn wooden door was pushed open.

Under the dim light of the corridor, a dark figure stood at the entrance. The shadow stretched from the ground, completely enveloping Marina, who was curled up in the corner.

The figure looked up at the stained and scarred ceiling, then twisted its neck, producing a series of KRAAKS and KREEKS as its bones audibly ground together, creating an oppression that far surpassed the grim environment.

"I hate it most when people lie to me!"

"Marina!"

"You’ve deeply disappointed me!"

The figure was none other than Dean, who had returned to the precinct.

Marina had tried to escape but was stopped by the people Malago had arranged. Ultimately, at Dean’s request, they locked her in this old, dilapidated place.

Dean was in a terrible mood.

In his past life, the slightest misinformation could lead to mission failure. Failure meant death! So, in Dean’s world, deception was tantamount to death! Marina had repeatedly crossed his lines!

The trembling figure stopped its meaningless disguise.

Marina lifted her head, her usually pitiable small face revealing a sinister smile as she looked up at Dean. "It seems that idiot didn’t fool you."

"But you wasted more than an hour of my time, cost me a favor, and most crucially, you made the scarce sympathy I had utterly worthless!"

Dean looked at Marina, who seemed almost pathologically unhinged. A grin even more ghastly than hers spread across his face. "Inside me, a bloodthirsty beast has always been locked away, wanting to take my place. That’s why I often suppress myself. You shouldn’t have tested the strength of that door."

"So, are you going to tear me to pieces?" Marina, unafraid, met Dean’s gaze, even tearing off her clothes to reveal the tender, pale skin characteristic of a young girl. "Come on, don’t disappoint me."

"Heh," Dean chuckled lightly and turned around. "I won’t touch you. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

"Not only that, I will ensure you safely return to Los Angeles. During your time in prison, I’ll have someone write a book in your voice about everything you’ve experienced. It will be sent to your teachers, classmates, neighbors, and even your fellow inmates.

"Everyone will pity what happened to you.

"Even after you die, your experiences will continue to be brought up, eventually becoming a memory many will find hard to forget. Are you looking forward to it?"

Having said that, he walked towards the exit without turning back.

The next moment, a soft body clung to him from behind. "I was wrong, Dean. Please don’t do this. I apologize. I... I’m just in so much pain."

Indeed, it takes one kind of freak to deal with another.

Seeing Marina relent, Dean reached out and stroked her soft hair. "I want to know, who is the person behind you?"

Marina stiffened. "What...?"

Dean lowered his head, whispering in the girl’s ear like a demon, "If you had any intention of resisting, you would have done so from the start.

"But you only dared to torment yourself.

"You were trained by your mother to be a little lamb.

"Until you met someone who changed your mind.

"He’s smart, patient. Bit by bit, he guided you, and finally made you what you are now.

"Think about it, Marina. You had a chance to start fresh, but now you’re going to spend your best years in jail.

"So tell me, who is that person!"

Think about it. If Dean and the others had been fooled by Marina’s plan, wouldn’t she have easily cleared her name? Marina was just an ordinary girl; even if her spirit twisted to the extreme and she had succumbed to darkness, she couldn’t have concocted such a seamlessly interconnected plan of revenge and exoneration.

The key point was, Bert and his mother’s bodies had already long decayed. If Marina was the end of this ethical drama, the Detective panel should have closed the case as soon as she was caught by the police here. So Dean speculated that behind Marina, another shadowy figure was pulling all the strings!

After a long silence, an expression of resignation appeared on Marina’s face. "It’s too late for you anyway, so I’ll tell you. You should know this person."

"Who?"

"Marcus. He designed all of this!"

Dean’s heart jolted. Marcus! It was actually Marcus! With Marcus, the helper, Dean and his team had gone through cycles of suspicion, dismissal, renewed suspicion, and further dismissal. Round and round in circles! And damn it, it had come back to him!

The crucial thing was, this bastard, because he’d been cleared of suspicion, no longer had a patrol officer as his keeper! He had probably already fled.

Damn it! Everything was a calculated move!

Suppressing his frustration, Dean said gravely, "Continue."

"Marcus first contacted me through a social media account. I had so much pain bottled up inside, and he quickly became my best friend. After we got to know each other for a while, I couldn’t help but tell him my secrets. Marcus then helped me plan my revenge. Zoe was the key point we specifically chose to detonate everything. Everything after that went even smoother than we had imagined."

"Where is he now?"

"I don’t know. Before we parted ways, he gave me the drugs and told me to find an opportunity to take revenge myself. We haven’t contacted each other since."

"Then why did he come to your house?"

Marina’s deranged expression returned. "Because he wanted to witness the revenge firsthand! Including the money—he transferred it all. He said he wanted to complete a grand plan."

"Grand plan..." Dean suddenly remembered the picture frame and Marcus’s birthplace. He quickly asked, "Did you replace a photo in the picture frame and leave a message on it?"

Holz had examined the frame and found it to be just an ordinary one; the writing was merely ordinary red paint, not blood. Harry had also confirmed that Marcus’s family had died in an accident and that he grew up in an orphanage; his original family had no connection to the Shane Family. Coupled with the evidence discovered later, Dean and the others had eventually shifted their suspicion away from Marcus.

Marina shook her head. "No, Marcus must have done it. He said he would leave clues—clues that would point to him at the last moment for the police. After all, a grand spectacle needs a fitting audience."

Dean sank into thought. He clearly remembered the words on the photo: Behind the sacred, there is nothing but lies and filth... He had initially thought Marina had deliberately left it as a clue. After all, family ties are sacred. Now it seemed Marcus was implicating himself! Sacred... it referred to faith!

An epiphany struck Dean as several unrelated pieces of information merged in his mind: religion; the Shane Family, who had moved to Los Angeles from impoverished Arkansas only nine years prior; Shane’s boss and Shane’s wife, both devout Christians... Recalling some religious scandals and twisted ideologies he knew from his past life, Dean began to grasp the vague outline of the story behind it all. He knew where Marcus had gone.

Dean looked down at Marina, who was still hugging him. He said softly, "Alright, I’m done with my questions. Before you go back to Los Angeles, do you have any last wishes?"

Marina shook her head, the pathological look gone from her face, replaced by tranquility. "No need. It feels much better to have said all this. I’m tired. I want to rest. Dean, can you help me?"

Dean hesitated, then nodded. He took the pistol from his waistband, ejected the bullets one by one, leaving only the last one. Then he reinserted the magazine, placed the gun in Marina’s hand, and tapped her forehead. "This is the closest place to heaven. It won’t be painful."

This firearm was provided by Malago. Dean had already taken precautions with his hands to avoid leaving fingerprints.

"Thank you," Marina said, clutching the pistol. She sat back down in the corner, her back to Dean. "Dean, you’re a good man."

A good man?

Heh. Dean laughed self-deprecatingly and turned to leave.

More than ten seconds later, BANG. A gunshot echoed down the dim corridor...

Life is full of suffering.

May you rest in peace.