North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 78 - 76 Alcohol and Lust Lead to Trouble, Abstain from Alcohol!_1
Chapter 78: Chapter 76 Alcohol and Lust Lead to Trouble, Abstain from Alcohol!_1
The crimson cottage.
Harry’s mouth gaped open at the masked man’s sudden appearance, revealing his brilliantly white teeth. He instinctively wrapped himself tighter in the blanket, his groin tightening involuntarily as he stammered, "The money’s in my pants..."
He wasn’t foolish, not like those extras in films who start with curses and then get killed off instantly.
The masked figure shook their head, a mechanical voice emanating from where their mouth should be. "Don’t want money!"
Not the money?
Harry shrank back, even more terrified.
"Harry, you’re just as your brother said—not very brave," the masked person commented with a hint of disdain as they hopped off the bed. Under Harry’s terrified gaze, they pulled out a flashlight and shone it beside him. "I need information on these two people."
Harry followed the beam of light and only then noticed a very blurry photo next to him.
But when he made out the figures in the photo, he was stunned.
It was them!!!
「Early morning.」
Sunshine filtered through the glass, falling on the faces of the two people in bed.
Dean instinctively raised a hand to shield his forehead as he opened his still-groggy eyes and woke up.
This movement immediately elicited a coquettish moan from beside him, seemingly from displeasure at his hand being withdrawn.
The next moment, a soft, pliant body clung to him, warm and smooth to the touch, entwining him as tightly as an octopus.
Dean, completely bewildered, looked beside him.
A face, veiled by golden locks and revealing only a soft, snow-white chin, met his eyes.
Dean: "..."
What the hell is going on?!
He rubbed his aching forehead, a leftover from a night of heavy drinking, his memory drifting back to the previous evening:
Yesterday, at the party, those bastards had relentlessly plied him with alcohol.
Even with his strong constitution, he eventually succumbed and got unusually drunk.
After the party, the ladies had departed first.
The intoxicated Dean, egged on by Lawrence and the other bastards, had led the men to the cruise ship’s club, kicking off another round...
What happened after that?
Dean tapped his forehead. He vaguely remembered that after outdrinking Lawrence and his group, he had gone to take a leak and encountered a beautiful woman who tried to use him as a shield.
It seemed... he’d also gotten into a fight.
He’d beaten those guys up pretty badly. freewebnøvel_com
The beautiful woman had tried to slip away, but he’d ended up carrying her back and getting a room...
Fuck, what a mess.
Dean sighed.
Lust and alcohol always lead to trouble.
Starting today, I’m quitting drinking!
Shaking his head, amidst the woman’s still-dazed hums, Dean pushed her to one side and got out of bed to find his clothes.
The scene was quite a wreck. Torn pieces of fabric were scattered everywhere.
A pair of thong-like underpants hung from the room’s chandelier, swaying gently with the incoming sea breeze like a tattered flag.
No idea how it got up there.
Clearly, the previous night’s "battle" had been quite fierce.
Dean glanced back at the woman with a trace of pity.
No wonder she was sleeping like a log.
Fortunately, his clothes were still intact.
After getting dressed, Dean stepped outside. After taking a few deep breaths, he flagged down a passing server and slipped him a small stack of twenty-dollar US bills.
Moments later, a set of women’s casual sportswear and a packet of pills were handed to Dean.
Returning to the room with these items, Dean tossed the clothes on the bedside table, then pinched the woman’s cheeks, urging her to open her mouth.
He had to admit, with her mouth pouted, this woman looked incredibly cute and sweet. She seemed quite young; even Niel was slightly less striking in comparison.
She was just a bit of a scumbag, though.
To think she tried to run off after using my drunken self yesterday!
Dean popped the pill into her mouth, carefully helped her take a few sips of water, and once sure she had unconsciously swallowed it, he dusted off his hands and left.
It was a contraceptive pill. He certainly didn’t want a one-shot conception.
After leaving the guest room area, Dean asked the service staff and finally learned that Lawrence and his bunch of bastards had woken up early and all left the Sea Palace.
He’d skipped work on the first day of his promotion.
「The next day.」
A fatigued Harry finally returned from Texas, carrying the autopsy report for the Shane Family.
"Wow, isn’t this our master of charity, Harry? Buddy, you look like you’ve lost at least ten pounds!" Lawrence said sarcastically, draping an arm around the dazed Harry.
He was thoroughly annoyed by Harry’s damn good luck. This bastard not only avoided being bullied but had also won the lottery with Dean. On top of that, he kept reporting to Lawrence about his ’charitable endeavors’ in Texas: "helping" those scantily clad women soliciting clients in the cold wind.
It pissed Lawrence off so much he hadn’t slept well for days!
Harry listlessly flipped him the middle finger. "Lawrence, charity is very draining."
Dean, standing nearby, noticed something was off with Harry and frowned. "Harry, are you alright? Did Malago not look out for you after I left?"
"I’m fine, Dean." Harry hesitated, shook his head, and forced an exhausted smile. "I’m just a bit too tired. I’ll be fine after a couple of days’ rest."
Seeing his reluctance to speak, Dean patted his shoulder. "We’re brothers. If something’s wrong, just say it. Lawrence and I will help you."
"Really, I’m fine," Harry insisted, shaking his head again.
That dark figure was truly terrifying.
Having personally witnessed their methods, Harry even felt that if Dean were to be targeted by them, it would be a surefire path to death.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to involve the people around him.
Seeing this, Dean glanced at Lawrence meaningfully and then said, "Alright, the various precincts have increased patrol shifts recently, so we should be able to rest for a few days. Go take a nap in the lounge."
Harry nodded and staggered towards the lounge.
Watching his retreating figure, Lawrence said, a mix of envy and jealousy in his voice, "I bet those women swindled him out of all his money, and he’s too embarrassed to admit it."
Dean shrugged. "Maybe. But I have a feeling it’s not that simple. If you’re free, keep an eye on him."
"What about you?" Lawrence looked at Dean, surprised. "You’re not planning to skip work again, are you?"
"Spot on," Dean chuckled. "Call me if anything comes up."
With that, he quickly slipped away.
Outside the detective bureau, Dean waited by the roadside for a moment. Soon, a silver Bugatti EB110 sped down the road and pulled up smoothly in front of him.
The car window rolled down. Laura’s fiancé, Ross, greeted Dean warmly, "Detective Dean, hop in."
Dean gazed somewhat admiringly at the car’s curves.
What a tycoon!
This car had a limited production run, with a market price upwards of a million US dollars. Crucially, it was often considered priceless due to its rarity, mostly found tucked away in the garages of the super-rich as collectibles. He hadn’t expected Ross to own one.
Seeing Dean’s expression, Ross said with a proud smirk, "This was my eighteenth birthday present. It means a lot to me. Otherwise, I might have considered gifting it to Detective Dean as thanks for looking after Laura."
"That’s too generous," Dean said, shaking his head as he settled into the passenger seat.
Today was the grand opening of Ross’s friend’s car dealership. Ross had arranged with Dean early on to take him car shopping today.
Along the way, the Bugatti EB110 attracted numerous envious stares. Dean got to experience a taste of a tycoon’s daily life.
The car dealership was located on the outskirts, next to a wealthy residential area. Traffic on the road gradually thinned out.
Ross began to accelerate, transforming the Bugatti EB110 into a silver streak of lightning, tearing down the wide highway at over 130 miles per hour.
Dean was just about to ask him to slow down.
The next moment, BANG! BANG! BANG!
Fierce gunshots erupted from a white church by the roadside.
As doves scattered in fright, startled, Ross’s hand jerked. He lost control of the Bugatti EB110, which smashed through the delicate roadside fence, launched into the air, and flew, car and all, towards the church.
Dean watched the doves flying parallel to the window, utterly speechless. ...
