North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws
Chapter 39: Ungrateful! (Please follow)_1

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Ungrateful! (Please follow)_1

「Police Station.」

When Harry saw the person pushing the door open, he rubbed his eyes and then patted the large white man beside him, "Lawrence, am I seeing things, or is that Dean?"

Lawrence was lying down, slacking off, and didn’t even lift his head. "Buddy, Dean is still in the hospital. That’s not funny at all."

"What joke?"

Dean walked up with a smile and tossed over two cigarettes.

"WHOA!"

Lawrence, hit in the face with the cigarettes, finally realized Harry wasn’t joking. He flipped over and jumped up from the recliner. Staring at Dean, who was standing right there, alive and well, he reached out a large, hairy hand to touch him. "No way! Are you some kind of monster? With my years of experience, an injury like yours should keep you from walking for at least a week."

Dean swatted Lawrence’s hand away in annoyance. "I heard Amodeo (Kaz) was caught, so I rushed over. Where is he being held?"

"In the interrogation room," Harry said, looking somewhat displeased. "But the FBI is questioning him. We can’t even get close right now."

"That domineering?" Dean frowned. "We caught the guy. Are you telling me we don’t even have the right to participate in the interrogation?"

Lawrence nodded. "Pretty much. If you try to access Bill’s and Amodeo’s files, you’ll find we don’t have the clearance."

He sighed and continued, "I encountered this kind of situation when I was in the First Squad. The victim had legitimate ID on him. But after personally checking the information on the ID, I discovered it was a fake identity! A genuinely existing fake identity! It had real consumer records, tax records, hotel check-in records... even the information from a police system query showed that person’s photo. But in reality, the person wasn’t who the ID claimed they were!"

"Was he an FBI agent?" Harry was clearly hearing this from Lawrence for the first time.

Lawrence nodded. "At first, I had no idea. With no other choice, I applied for a DNA comparison. Guess what I found?"

Harry pondered for a moment, then said jokingly, "He’s your relative!"

"GET LOST!"

Lawrence rolled his eyes. "Harry, I gave you such obvious hints, and you still couldn’t guess? How did you even get into the detective bureau?"

Harry put on an innocent face. "Back when Captain Monet wasn’t captain yet, I found his lost wallet in half an hour. He let me in after that."

Alright! That’s so Harry! Lawrence thought, slapping his forehead. He’d almost forgotten about Harry’s connections on both sides of the law!

But Harry seemed somewhat indignant. "Lawrence, are you doubting my IQ? Mate, let Dean try to guess your damn discovery; he definitely won’t be able to—"

"Harry," Dean interrupted, his voice quiet, "around here, only criminals leave their information in the DNA system."

Harry was speechless. "..."

Lawrence looked at Harry, who wore an expression like he’d eaten something foul, and chuckled, patting his shoulder. "Dean’s right. Through DNA comparison, I accidentally discovered that the victim had been imprisoned five years ago for fraud. Soon after, he was reported as an accidental death, and his identity was erased. But his body turned up outside the prison. Later, I found out the FBI had recruited the guy and even arranged a new identity for him."

"So, if these people keep committing crimes, does that mean we can’t even identify them?" Harry asked, trying to change the subject and diffuse the lingering embarrassment.

"Exactly," Lawrence sneered. "Crime is like marijuana; it’s addictive. But this FBI cover gives them immunity. As long as we don’t catch these bastards red-handed, there’s nothing we can do."

"Because legally speaking," Lawrence continued, "the one committing the crime is Zhang San. But the criminal evidence can only point to Zhang San’s former identity, Li Si. That’s the loophole. The identity of Li Si is already deceased, so how could he commit a crime? Therefore, following procedure, unless you catch them red-handed with the goods, there isn’t even a chance for a trial, because the chief justice won’t accept the police’s indictment. It’s as ridiculous and messed up as that."

Harry fell silent. This is just legal crime, dammit! he thought.

Lawrence exhaled a puff of smoke. "The FBI’s shady dealings don’t stop there, which is why I can’t stand them. By the way, Dean, are you looking for Amodeo to interrogate him?"

Dean didn’t answer, instead changing the subject. "Since we can’t touch Amodeo, why are there only the two of you in the office?"

He had signed a non-disclosure agreement regarding the Lucifer Game Organization, and it wasn’t appropriate to discuss it in a public setting, especially with a loudmouth like Harry present.

Harry answered Dean’s question somewhat wistfully, "The captain invited some friends from the media, and the deputy chief took Phoebe and the others to make an appearance. It’s a great opportunity to be on camera, and they didn’t even take me. Hmph."

"That’s because if you stood with them, the audience would just think the detectives brought a criminal along to share his story," Lawrence said with a mischievous grin.

"And what about you, Butcher Lawrence—"

Harry started to retort indignantly but was immediately caught in a bear hug by Lawrence, who wrestled him to the ground. Pinned with his face against the floor and his butt in the air, Harry begged for mercy.

He’d forgotten that Lawrence was a professional wrestler before becoming a cop...

Seeing the two roughhousing, Dean dropped his cigarette butt. While they were distracted, he slipped away towards the interrogation room.

Anthony wanted to recruit him. Plus, he already knew about the Lucifer Game Organization. Maybe he’d be allowed to get involved. He wanted to learn more about the Lucifer Game Organization!

The interrogation rooms were on a separate floor with a dedicated passageway connecting the temporary detention area and the transfer corridor. Unlike the simple temporary holding cells at a precinct, security here was much tighter. Even Dean and his colleagues needed to swipe an elevator card to reach the correct floor.

「Exiting the elevator.」

Dean was immediately approached by two men in suits and sunglasses. "Which department are you from? Don’t you know this area has been temporarily requisitioned by us, the FBI?"

A flicker of annoyance crossed Dean’s eyes. These two were just like Cheston En, the one Lawrence had beaten up earlier. Arrogant and repulsive!

Ignoring them completely, Dean pulled out his phone and dialed the number Anthony had left him.

「A moment later.」

The two men blocking Dean’s path heard a faint crackle of static through their earpieces. They exchanged a look, clearly displeased with Dean’s attitude. One of them reached out a hand, saying reluctantly, "Mr. Anthony says you can go in, but we need to search you first."

Dean looked at the two men extending their hands toward him and shook his head in exasperation.

「The next instant.」

Fists whistled through the air; sunglasses went flying. Dean landed a punch on one man’s jaw, sending him sprawling sideways to the floor. Before the other could react, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach as he was lifted off his feet, then kicked airborne, slamming heavily into the iron bars behind him.

"UNGrateful bastards!" Dean scoffed, straightening his coat. He walked toward the interrogation room in a much better mood.

Lawrence hadn’t lied. Beating these morons really was satisfying.

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