North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 34章 Hospitalization1

"Get down, hands on your head!"

The guards, seeing the sticky ss of red and white at their feet, found their gun hands trembling, their nerves stretched taut.

Dean was speechless.

My shoulder’s this swollen—and they want to put my hands on my head? Dream on!

"Get down, hands on your head!"

The guards repeated the warning, their voices even more agitated.

Dean hurriedly said, "Guys, relax. I’m Detective Dean from the Robbery and Homicide Division, Squad Four. My gun’s on the ground, and my badge is in my chest pocket."

He was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, these bastards would empty their magazines into him.

Dying like this would really suck.

The lead guard had also noticed Dean’s handgun lying to one side.

He rushed forward, kicked the gun away, and then, ignoring Dean’s swollen shoulder and leg joints, pressed his knees into Dean’s upper body, ensuring Dean couldn’t move.

Only then did the lead guard lower his weapon. He pulled the detective badge from Dean’s chest pocket, walked aside, and pressed the call button on his shoulder radio.

"Calling... Checking detective ID... Alright, thank you."

Once his identity was confird, the lead guard tossed the detective badge in front of Dean, his expression grim. "Detective Dean, can you explain why you killed Bill, the forensic dical examiner?"

Dean had shot and killed a forensic dical examiner in the Forensics Departnt. This ant they had failed in their duty!

Dean shrugged his badly swollen shoulder. "Buddy, there’s surveillance here. Bill attacked suddenly, tried to kill . I only fired in self-defense."

This was the Forensics Departnt’s territory. He was currently immobilized. And Harry hadn’t arrived yet. Dean wasn’t foolish enough to directly claim Bill was the murderer, nor would he reveal the surveillance equipnt he’d secretly installed.

The lead guard was about to ask sothing else when a voice cut in.

"Dean, are you okay?"

Harry’s voice arrived before he did.

The lead guard clearly knew Harry. He walked to the main entrance and blocked Harry, who was trying to get in. "Harry, there’s been a homicide here. You can’t co in until evidence collection is complete!"

"Co on, Haul, we’re all on the sa side."

Harry grinned mischievously and, when Haul wasn’t looking, he slipped past him and dashed into Morgue Three.

With Harry now present, the Forensics Departnt guards were much more polite to Dean.

After they checked the surveillance footage, it was confird that Bill had initiated the attack and intended to kill Dean, who had then fired back in self-defense.

Even so, on the way to the hospital, the Forensics Departnt still assigned two guards to ’escort’ Dean. Captain Monet of Squad Four also received a concerned call from the head of the Forensics Departnt.

This matter involved a cri by internal personnel. It wouldn’t be over anyti soon.

anwhile, Harry took the miniature adhesive recording device Dean had hidden under the iron table and returned alone to Squad Four to prepare it as evidence.

「Hospital.」

Dean stared at the white ceiling, his mind blank.

After the doctor’s examination, it was determined that he had severe contusions and bruising on his hands and feet, with minor surrounding muscle tears. Normally, he wouldn’t expect to be mobile for at least half a month.

Of course, his constitution was good, so his recovery should be a bit quicker.

"I hope these injuries won’t prevent from attending Mas’s funeral," Dean muttered, shifting uncomfortably.

Even though he’d dealt with Bill, he was still sowhat depressed.

What should have been a sure thing had instead landed him in the hospital, almost beaten to death by Bill... He was in such a pathetic state.

Bill’s sudden burst of violence and the chokehold he used to overpower Dean were only part of the reason.

The key was that while Dean possessed brute strength and quick reflexes, he was unskilled in close-quarters combat, both in his past life and this one. Until his physical attributes gave him an overwhelming advantage, this was a distinct weakness.

As he was lost in thought, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. There was a knock on the door from outside.

Captain Monet walked in, followed by Harry, who was carrying a bouquet.

"Buddy, this is the first ti I’ve ever brought flowers to a man. You’re really lucky," Harry said, placing the bouquet aside and winking at Dean. "How are the nurses here?"

Dean ignored Harry, whose mind was clearly elsewhere, and looked at Monet. "Captain, what about the Forensics Departnt?"

"Don’t worry, Dean." Monet spoke gently. "The evidence you provided is very important to our case. As for killing Bill, that’s no longer important. The Forensics Departnt not only doesn’t dare bla you now, but they also need our help to deal with the Internal Affairs Departnt."

"The Internal Affairs Departnt?" Dean asked curiously.

Working within the system, there was still a lot he needed to learn.

"They’re a really annoying departnt, more annoying than my mother’s nagging," Harry interjected, a hint of resentnt in his voice.

It turned out that the Internal Affairs Departnt was a supervisory body. If there were cases of corrupt cops, bribery, cris committed by public officials, citizen complaints, and so on, the Internal Affairs Departnt could intervene, conducting inquiries and investigations. They were like a noose around every departnt’s neck. They wielded considerable power, making all departnts wary and keep their distance.

Bill, a senior forensic dical examiner, was the mastermind behind a series of ho invasion murders treated as a ga. The Internal Affairs Departnt would definitely step in to investigate.

The serial ho invasion murders had already garnered significant attention. Now, with the municipal governnt elections approaching, it was hard to say if those council mbers, for the sake of their approval ratings, would make the head of the Forensics Departnt a scapegoat to appease public opinion.

That was why Monet was being so nice to Dean now. He was a great asset!

"Dean, rest well in the hospital. I trust that by the ti you’ve fully recovered, the case will also be closed," Monet said, kindly fluffing Dean’s pillow before he left. His attitude was a world away from their first conversation.

After the two had left, Dean imdiately called Mas’s sister, Niel.

Mas’s funeral was in three days. In his current state, he could attend Mas’s funeral, but officiating it would be difficult. It was a situation he couldn’t help.

Niel didn’t bla him. She said a pastor would officiate the funeral and urged him to focus on his recovery, adding that if it was too inconvenient, he could visit Mas’s grave to pay his respects after he got better.

After hanging up Niel’s call, Dean thought for a mont and decided not to call his mother, Sheila, to tell her about his injuries.

When he last visited, he hadn’t ntioned moving back ho. His mom, Sheila, knew he’d been busy with a case recently and assud he was still at his rented place, so she wasn’t suspicious.

After dealing with these trivialities, Dean found himself spacing out from boredom, waiting for good news from Lawrence.

The case was already very clear. Bill was the planner, and the other, unknown, individual, Kaz, was the perpetrator. The two of them had despicably treated brutal murder as a ga. Now that he had shot Bill in the head, that threat was eliminated. As long as clues were found at Bill’s house, Kaz probably wouldn’t escape either.

The only thing that unsettled Dean was the conversation between the two. Bill’s codena was Butcher. And his first words to Kaz had been, ’This round of the ga is over!’ This was definitely not a good sign!

「The next day, early in the morning.」

Dean was still fast asleep when Lawrence arrived—not with good news, but with a stranger in tow, who woke him.