North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 230 158 Mike Smith's Backup Plan! (Major Revision)3

Guide him with incentives.

Little Mike is your best assistant!

You must not harm him!!!

Thus, the third letter also ca to an end.

...

It was apparent that when Mike Smith wrote these contents, his emotions were in an unstable state, causing the three pieces of paper to be tattered with frequent scratch marks. But the content was still coherent. To summarize, there were two points.

First, the Source of Pain was a toy Mike Smith created out of so perverse desires, which eventually backfired on him. This matched what the female mber Dean had burned to death had said earlier.

Second, Little Mike was a genius with emotional deficit disorder.

Dean twisted his sowhat stiff neck. He had beco sowhat interested in Little Mike. But the urgent matter at hand was not to give the Source of Pain mbers ti to react, but to wipe them out directly!

Dean tucked the letters into his breast pocket and looked at the map beside him.

This was a map of a suburban town near Los Angeles. On it, the town church was circled in red pen and marked with a drawing of a thorny, human-shaped figure on a cross—a symbol Dean was very familiar with. Clearly, this place was the secret base of Mike Smith and his associates.

Next to the map, there was also a photo album.

Dean picked up the album and opened it. In addition to photos of the church, it also contained a detailed interior layout, including an outer room, an underground chamber unknown to outsiders, and a jail.

Besides these, the rest were individual photos of n and won. On the back of each photo, soone had written detailed information about the person and the date they joined the Source of Pain.

There were thirty-seven people in total, including the man who had detonated the explosives, the woman who had posed as an FBI agent, and the woman he had burned to death in the hospital.

In other words, there were still thirty-four mbers of the Source of Pain remaining!

Excellent! The map and targets were all here!

Dean secured these items, glanced up at the ceiling, and then turned to leave.

He was sowhat interested in Little Mike, but wiping out the Source of Pain organization took precedence!

...

「Outside the house.」

Harry and a group of community security guards were in a standoff, guns drawn. Four unfamiliar patrol officers stood between them, trying to diate, but with little effect.

Dean's appearance imdiately drew everyone's attention.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, ran to Dean's side, and muttered, "Buddy, these security guards don't care that I'm a detective. If our precinct brothers hadn't arrived, I probably would have been taken down already."

Dean nodded. This wasn't Harry's fault; it was true that security in many upscale communities didn't really give police officers the ti of day.

He clapped his hands. "I'm Captain Dean of the Detective Bureau. The nanny of this house is suspected of murdering the hoowner. She attempted to assault an officer during questioning and was shot dead by on the spot. Guys, secure this place. Don't let anyone in before the Forensics Departnt arrives!"

A few precinct patrol officers, who clearly recognized Dean's na, stepped forward to greet him warmly and then stood guard outside the main gate. Evidently, they too were annoyed with these haughty security guards.

Seeing this, one of the security leaders stepped forward, intending to negotiate, but Dean's icy gaze imdiately locked onto him. "Buddy, you're wearing a security uniform, not a police uniform. I've already given you an excuse to back off. Don't look for trouble!"

The security leader's scalp tingled under Dean's unbridled stare. That fearless gaze almost made him feel as if he had returned to the gray era when cops and robbers were indistinguishable and often in cahoots.

He exhaled, waved to his n behind him, and turned to leave.

Having chased away the community security, Dean whispered in Harry's ear, "You stay here. Keep an eye on things with the precinct brothers until Holz arrives to take over. Also... watch the kid upstairs."

"No problem. What about you?"

Dean took the car keys from Harry's hand and smiled. "I'm heading to the airport to pick up so friends from New York. We're going to clean up so trash!"