North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 218 154 Guess2

"Yes," Daisy sighed. "Soone left a Trojan horse in Mike Smith's bank account. It triggers an alert whenever anyone tries to access the information."

This result was actually pretty close to what Dean had guessed.

The banking system is hard to break into, but with the user's cooperation, setting up a Trojan alert isn't as difficult as one might imagine. The Pain Source organization, which Mike Smith was part of, must have known where they might be exposed. That's why they cleaned out the black clinic imdiately after receiving the Trojan alert. But they were too ruthless. First, they dealt with the clinic. Then, they ambushed and my partner. They even planted explosives on their escape route to silence those 'little short legs,' turning a minor incident into a terrorist attack. It's completely illogical. It's like soone blowing up the police station just to avoid being detained. Normal people wouldn't do sothing so brain-dead.

Dean could only sigh. As a seasoned pervert, even I can't comprehend the minds of madn.

Seeing Dean fall silent, the usually forthright Daisy grew anxious.

"Dean, I'm telling you the truth. The Internal Affairs Departnt investigated the scene at the black clinic. The timing of their actions almost perfectly matched when I checked the fund movents in Mike Smith's account. I hadn't told you about the black clinic back then."

She was worried that Dean would hold a grudge against her and stop buying her delicious treats.

Dean hurriedly explained, "I was just wondering, if they knew we were going to the black clinic through the Trojan horse, then how did they know the FBI had taken over the case and then use that identity to probe for details?"

"Stop thinking about it, Dean. It might just be a coincidence," Daisy said, changing the subject. "Right, didn't you want my help with sothing earlier?"

"Yeah, I want you to help look up detailed information about Mike Smith's students."

"Students?"

Daisy's voice wilted.

"Mike Smith had so many students. Dean, you have no idea. According to our deputy captain's investigation, the guy is a pervert. Mike Smith preached ideas at school like, 'Without pain, life cannot be balanced,' 'Human nature is inherently evil,' and 'Humans live in shackles; only by unleashing their primal character can they truly possess freedom.' Using these excuses, his teaching thods were extre: humiliation, forcing people to kneel, making them slap each other, and even showing students grueso videos that should only appear on the dark web. Yet, despite this, those students still thought it was cool and considered it great material for conversation. So Mike Smith's classes were always full."

Hearing this, Dean clarified, "Daisy, you misunderstand. I an, I want information on the graduate and doctoral students who studied under Mike Smith, whether they've graduated or not. I need all of them!"

"Let see…"

After a brief pause, Daisy finally exhaled in relief.

"Alright, that's not too many people. I'll sort out their information as soon as possible and have Harry bring it to you. By the way, if the Internal Affairs Departnt finds out you're awake, they'll probably co to question you. Their attitude might not be very good, and they might even require you to undergo a ntal state assessnt. Just try to bear with it. The captain will handle it for you."

In the previous fight, Dean had dealt with a bunch of ten-year-olds with extre ruthlessness, ramming them with cars and shooting them in the head. He didn't leave a single survivor. His thods were excessively cruel.

Now, his reputation had not only skyrocketed within the Los Angeles Police Departnt's Detective Bureau and its various branches, earning him the moniker "Butcher Detective," but he was also on file with the Internal Affairs Departnt. Those people were now highly skeptical of Dean's ntal state.

Hearing this news, Dean was speechless.

I admit I might have gone a bit too far, but as a cultured pervert, every shot I fired was strictly within police conduct guidelines and permissible rules.

Dean shook his head.

Forget it.

Besides, I'm not afraid of ordinary psychologists right now anyway.

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After hanging up the phone, Dean picked up so nearby fruit to fill his stomach, simultaneously pondering his suspicions.

After the explosion, a man tried to finish off. After I crippled his limbs, I vaguely felt I'd seen his face before. However, due to the shock from the explosion and my own weakened state, I couldn't recall where. It was only after regaining consciousness in the hospital that, aided by my powerful mory, I recalled it: I had seen a photo of the man with Mike Smith at Smith's villa estate! That photo, mixed in among many others of students with Mike Smith, was utterly inconspicuous. But I'm sure I didn't rember it wrong. I now strongly suspect that this 'Pain Source' might actually be an organization Mike Smith started with his students! The ergence of the Pain Source organization is quite strange. This organization had practically vanished after achieving material affluence, only to resurface with faint clues after Mike Smith's death. I have reason to suspect: could this organization have actually been re-established and expanded by Mike Smith for so specific purpose, driven by his twisted way of thinking?

The information Daisy added about Mike Smith's teaching thods only served to strengthen Dean's conviction.

A school is an ideal place to recruit new blood.