North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 264 - 176: Luring An Bei, Going Home1

The surveillance was active.

Shortly after Dean left, several police cars arrived at Aisha’s residence, locking down the place. Only after professionals finished searching the house did they leave, taking the recording device and the bodies and belongings of Aisha and her companion.

This took Dean by surprise, as it ant the person backing Aisha very likely did not have a police identity. He had thought it was an inside job.

The police acted swiftly. The people collecting evidence were also very professional; their thods didn’t seem like standard cri scene techniques. Dean guessed that by tomorrow morning, the Los Angeles police would issue a crisis PR statent. This statent would provide a detailed explanation of the Sarah incident, aiming to prevent the Black community from thinking Sarah and the others had been silenced by the police or "suicided."

As the police personnel departed, the views from Dean’s several surveillance caras returned to calm. However, his surveillance was routed through the network, allowing for real-ti monitoring. He was very patient.

Ti passed.

Around four in the morning, the cara at the front door caught two fleeting shadows.

Dean perked up. The fish have taken the bait!

However, the surveillance equipnt was subpar, only allowing him to distinguish two individuals of dium build with heads that looked strangely large; other details were indiscernible.

Once inside the house, these two individuals had a clear objective. First, they took out a complex set of electronic equipnt to scan the house, finally stopping outside one of Dean’s caras.

The next mont, that cara’s feed went dark. They found the cara!

Such devices relied on a network for online transmission. That was how the intruders had conducted their sweep and discovered the caras Dean had left behind. One by one, the caras went dark.

From entering the house to disabling all the caras inside, the two individuals took less than five minutes. Their work was effortless and proficient. To them, Dean’s asures were like child’s play.

Seeing this, Dean’s expression darkened. Damn it. These fish are cunning; they weren’t fooled! Looks like I’ve co up empty-handed!

He took a deep breath and repeatedly replayed the footage from when the two individuals appeared until all the cara feeds disappeared. Piecing together information from a few fras captured before the blackout, Dean managed to determine that the two people were of dium build and wore animal headgear sowhat resembling pig heads. They were also highly agile and professional at clearing traces—at least more so than Dean, a forr Sweeper.

Furthermore, the two individuals had arrived shortly after the police left. Once inside, they had a clear goal: first, eliminate all traces, then attend to their own business. This indicated they had very strong intelligence support.

However, these discoveries served little purpose beyond confirming that Aisha did indeed have professional contacts and support behind her. As for this unknown force, Dean couldn’t even be sure if they were from the Lucifer Ga Organization. He needed to find more distinct characteristics.

As Dean watched the footage of the two individuals’ first appearance for the third ti, he let out a surprised gasp. He’d found sothing!

He moved the mouse, rewinding the footage on his computer by one second. Just as the two pig-headed individuals appeared, the one on the left waved his hand. In that instant, his right hand made a V-sign towards Dean’s hidden cara...

Ah, this... Anthony? That kid finally decided to show up!

Dean’s spirits lifted. He replayed the footage again, this ti focusing on the pig-headed individual suspected to be Anthony in the other cara feeds. Judging by the build, it really seed to be Anthony, who had been missing for so ti. He was indeed alive. It appeared this North Arican third-ranked assassin, who had faked his death, had now infiltrated another organization and was working as a re underling for soone else. Interesting.

However, there was one thing Dean couldn’t figure out: how did this guy Anthony know he had been there and planted caras? Dean was certain Anthony knew; otherwise, he wouldn’t have deliberately made a V-sign at the cara to alert and greet him.

I can’t figure it out. Oh well, I won’t dwell on it. This guy still owes a favor. He’ll probably find a chance to contact soon. Then it will beco clear whether that organization is the Lucifer Ga Organization and what their intentions are!

Thinking this, Dean switched off the surveillance and lit a cigarette with a smile. This... is much better.

His ntor, Anthony, was unreachable. Dean still felt uneasy about being targeted by the Lucifer Ga Organization. He was exposed, while his enemies remained in the shadows. This ant others could plot against him, yet he didn’t even know their real identities and could only passively defend and counterattack. This was not good.

That was why Dean had considered this fishing expedition, deliberately exposing his alias to divert the hidden enemy’s attention and, if possible, find an opportunity to strike a blow against them to serve as a deterrent.

Now, this is much better. Regardless of whether the force behind Aisha was the Lucifer Ga Organization, Anthony’s appearance at least gave Dean more options and potential intelligence. He might even be able to use Anthony to infiltrate the Lucifer Ga Organization and find out why they were interested in his information. This was very important!

「Early the next morning.」

Dean received a call from his mother, Sheila. Her tone was unfriendly because Dean hadn’t been ho for several days.

"Dean," she said, "I saw so unsettling news yesterday. So Black employees were discussing staging a protest at the precinct after work. Do you want to take a day off to avoid it?"

Dean’s eldest son, Beck, had also packed his bags. Along with Dean’s own good-for-nothing second elder brother, he had once again left Los Angeles to pursue their elusive, hunger-inducing thrifting dreams.