North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 271 - 181: Deformed Love1

Currently, the only clue the police and the FBI have on the cannibalistic Demon is a severed hand. To find the cannibalistic Demon, they first had to figure out to whom the severed hand belonged and why it was found in a trash bin on the comrcial street. These two points could help the police narrow down the Demon’s range of activity and movents.

It’s worth noting that, due to their location amidst many restaurants and eateries, the trash bins on this comrcial street frequently contained leftover food. Consequently, they were often rummaged through by the holess. Based on the surveillance at the street corner, rck might have so findings.

As Dean was getting ready to leave work, the team from the forensic departnt finally arrived. rck approached them to discuss the situation. After greeting the bald Hawk and the other patrol officers, Dean quickly slipped away.

「The next day.」

After enjoying Sheila’s breakfast, Dean drove his bulletproof Humr ostentatiously toward the Detective Bureau. At nine in the morning, just as he arrived downstairs at the Detective Bureau, he saw rck, the senior FBI agent from yesterday, squatting at the elevator entrance, his eyes sunken and dark, with a scatter of cigarette butts on the ground around him.

Upon seeing Dean, a spark of energy flickered in rck’s weary eyes. "Captain Dean, you’re here!"

Dean was puzzled. "Agent rck? What’s going on with you?"

A look of embarrassnt appeared on rck’s face. "I need your help, Captain Dean!"

Dean was even more puzzled. "Buddy, haven’t I been helping you?"

"The case with the cannibalistic Demon just got complicated!"

rck tossed away his cigarette butt. "The severed hand found last night was posted online by onlookers. Soone leaked details about the cannibalistic Demon’s previous cris. Although our colleagues from cyber investigations handled those posts, it still caught the attention of Los Angeles netizens and sparked wild speculation."

Dean furrowed his brow. "There’s a problem with that. Even the holess person who found the severed palm couldn’t have known it had been gnawed on. Those onlookers shouldn’t have known it was the work of the cannibalistic Demon."

"Yes!" rck nodded, sowhat vexed, agreeing with Dean’s deduction. "I suspect this is the Demon’s provocation towards us. He wants to assert his presence in Los Angeles. What’s more troubling is that yesterday, when my partner and I tried to check the street corner’s surveillance, we discovered that neither the nearby shops’ caras nor the street corner caras covered the trash bin’s location. We have no way of knowing who disposed of the severed hand!"

rck was under imnse pressure. The cannibalistic Demon appearing in Los Angeles wasn’t the primary concern; the problem was that he’d committed a cri. Even that might have been manageable. Normally, the local police detective bureau could have shouldered the initial bla. However, due to his colleague’s recklessness yesterday, the case had been directly handed to the FBI by the local precinct, which hadn’t even reported it up to their own detective bureau.

Early this morning, rck received a severe scolding from his imdiate superior. He was warned that if the cannibalistic Demon’s brazen acts continued, rck, being in charge of the case, should prepare to take the fall.

This greatly troubled rck, a man in his middle age. He certainly didn’t want to lose his job.

Upon hearing this, a thoughtful look flashed in Dean’s eyes. A severed hand... outside surveillance coverage... imdiate online leaks by netizens... Logically, it seems the cannibalistic Demon is preparing to make a grand display, to assert his existence to his followers. But as he pieced it together, Dean imdiately sensed sothing was off.

He looked up at the exhausted rck and smiled. "You guys tracked the cannibalistic Demon here; this must be your second day on it, right?"

rck nodded. "To be precise, today is the third day. We previously received intelligence that a woman arranged to et the cannibalistic Demon at the XX bar in Los Angeles. Through communication tracking, my partner and I eventually located the hotel where you, Captain Dean, had previously stayed. The woman had booked a room in the hotel but didn’t stay there. Then that idiot partner of mine heard the wrong room number. As for what happened next, Captain Dean, you should already know."

As he spoke, rck took out a file. "This is the information on that woman. Her identity is sowhat special, so right now we are just surveilling her but haven’t questioned her directly."

Dean took the file and shrugged. "You’re exhausted. Go to our Squad Four’s conference room. The coffee there is good; it should help you regain so spirit."

「In Squad Four’s office.」

Lawrence and Harry were taken aback when they saw rck following behind Dean.

They pulled Dean aside. "Buddy, isn’t this the FBI agent we had a conflict with before?"

"Yeah. Do you rember their excuse at the ti?"

Harry, who had a better tolerance for alcohol, rembered the gist of it. "They seed to be tracking a psychopathic cannibal and stupidly got the room number wrong, which led to our conflict." Curiosity flashed across his dark face. "Did a cannibalism case really happen?"

"Yeah. Just last night, a holess person rummaging through trash found a severed palm. Upon examination, it had been gnawed on." Dean smiled. "I happened to be nearby at the ti, so I called this guy."

"Dean, why did you contact them?" Harry asked, confused. "Wouldn’t it have been more fun to take their case and embarrass them?"

Lawrence, standing nearby, rolled his eyes. "Buddy, you’re a real idiot. Cases like this can easily cause public panic. If Dean hadn’t called them, and if the precinct had reported it to us first, we’d be in a bind. If the case then proved difficult to solve, our Squad Four would end up being the scapegoat."