North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 364 - 231: Reinstatement, Bar Homicide (Added for Br

"I want you to help . Keep an eye on Monet, the new head of the Internal Affairs Departnt, for half a month. If there’s any information about , tell imdiately!"

Dean didn’t beat around the bush and directly stated his reason for calling Anbei over.

Anbei was the third-ranked assassin in North Arica.

When it ca to intelligence gathering, he wouldn’t be lacking.

Anbei nodded. "It’s a small matter. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, your assignnt with the ’Lucifer Gaming Organization’ was canceled two weeks ago. No one should be paying attention to you anymore. The way this whole thing ended so anticlimactically, I feel sothing’s not right."

"No follow-up?"

Dean was also a bit surprised.

A while back, that crazy Japanese woman took an interest in his capabilities. She wanted to recomnd him to the ’Lucifer Gaming Organization’ to earn Ga Coin, and soone later ca to personally evaluate him. Those people all ended up dying at his hands. Dean had figured at the ti that this matter probably wouldn’t just end there.

Unexpectedly, the ’Lucifer Gaming Organization’ had directly withdrawn the assignnt concerning him.

He couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Has anything major happened within this ga organization recently?"

Anbei shook his head. "Besides more missions to recomnd influential criminals, not much else is different from before. Moreover, I feel the higher-ups in this organization have been more low-profile recently, seemingly brewing sothing.

"I personally wouldn’t recomnd you get too involved or pay too much attention to this organization. These big outfits on the dark web aren’t pure; many are controlled by official entities from various countries. The Lucifer Ga Organization itself must have so US officials hidden within, which is why it’s managed to survive without being dismantled.

"You’re different from . You have family and friends; it’s better if you stay away from these things!"

Anbei seriously offered his advice to Dean.

Dean chuckled lightly. "You care about ?"

"It’s not about caring. People always need friends. I don’t want my retirent life to be too lonely."

Anbei waved the several banknotes in his hand. "Alright, thanks for the tip, boss. I’m out of here!"

Watching Anbei’s innocuous, chubby figure disappear, a flicker of wariness crossed Dean’s eyes. He then turned and headed back to the police station.

The cookies tasted pretty good. After Dean ate one, he gave the rest to Daisy and Harry.

Seeing that he was still in the mood to order takeout, Daisy and Harry also relaxed.

In their opinion, Monet was their forr boss who looked out for Dean, which seed only natural. They never really worried about Dean being tainted by his father’s affairs, just that he might dwell on unhappy mories from the past.

As closing ti approached, Carlo, the last mber of the team, finally returned to the police station.

This guy had been shuttling back and forth between the forensics departnt and the police station for the past few days due to a previous case.

"Boss Dean?" Carlo greeted Dean, his face etched with weariness.

It seed he was unaware that Dean had returned today.

"Carlo, how’s your ’part-ti job’ treating you?" Dean raised an eyebrow at Carlo.

Carlo shook his head. "I got lucky this ti. Holz and the others took good care of for your sake, Boss. Otherwise, even if I had been exonerated, I would have ended up in a real ss!"

"So having the right boss is very important!" Harry winked at Dean. "Dean, since Carlo’s here too, let’s all go out and have so fun tonight!"

"Yeah, the kind where we bring our families!" Daisy added.

During the week and a half that Dean was gone, she sure felt like she was running low on life’s little luxuries!

Naturally, Dean didn’t care about the money. "No problem!"

Since he wasn’t officially back on duty yet, Dean simply stayed at his mom’s place for the next few days.

Thompson, that kid, had beco obsessed with learning to drive recently. He’d even used years of saved-up pocket money to sign himself and his girlfriend up for a camping trip and wouldn’t be back until early May.

His younger sister, Sinclair, had beco much more composed since the "poisoning" incident.

After Dean returned, she pestered him daily to take her to the shooting club so she could learn how to protect herself effectively.

His mom, Sheila, had recently beco infatuated with a kind of ’modified Tai Chi’ similar to square dancing. In her free ti, she often frequented a newly opened Chinese ’martial arts gym’ in the community, spending quite a bit of money to beco a mber there.

Out of curiosity, Dean also checked out the gym.

The master of the gym was surnad Ma.

Master Ma’s son and daughter-in-law both worked in large companies in the United States. Relying on them, he too had obtained a green card and taken the opportunity to establish this gym.

From a Chinese perspective, dressed in his martial arts uniform, Master Ma did have a sowhat sagely, awe-inspiring air.

But Dean noticed the old man’s muscles were slack, and his moves lacked force. He’s almost certainly a phony, Dean thought.

Yet Master Ma’s health-oriented Tai Chi wasn’t bad, so Dean couldn’t be bothered to expose him.

Interestingly, once Master Ma learned that Dean was the chief detective of this area, his deanor towards Dean’s mother beca notably respectful, tinged with an ingrained fear of ’officialdom.’

Ti always flies when you’re with family.

「April 26th.」

After conversations with several psychologists, Dean successfully obtained the Homicide Division’s reinstatent docunt.

"Dean, here are your service weapon and badge." Old Hunter, biting on his pipe, half-asleep, tossed a box to Dean.

Upon seeing this, Dean said curiously, "Captain Hunter, how co you seem so much more haggard now than when you were a deputy?"

Old Hunter used to slack off every day. Now, in just a short ti, he seed to have aged three or four years.

Old Hunter sighed. "Dean, you have no idea how much trouble Lawrence and those rookies have been causing . Nowadays, I even say ’sorry’ and ’my apologies’ in my sleep. I’ve practically beco that asshole’s designated ass-wiper."

Dean chuckled. "If it gets too much, you could just encourage Lawrence to marry Phoebe and then send them on a long holiday. Anyway, things are stable on my end, and I can handle any case that cos up!"

He was in dire need of Experience Points.

Old Hunter exhaled a smoke ring and shook his head. "That’s not an easy task. I often hear Phoebe complaining that Lawrence sends most of his salary every month to a small town in Texas. If she didn’t trust Lawrence’s character, Phoebe would’ve taken a gun and questioned him about whether he was keeping a mistress on the side."

Dean also rembered that ever since he’d t Lawrence, the guy had always seed stingy and extrely averse to returning to his hotown.

This was a man with a story.

"Alright, I’ll have a chat with Lawrence tonight." Dean took his identification and service weapon, then tossed Old Hunter a box of cigars. "Commonwealth’s finest. Give them a try."

"Wow, thanks for rembering this old geezer."

Dean waved his hand and left the office.

Lawrence was busy leading his team outside. Dean could only call to arrange a ti with him.

「Evening.」

After finishing his field duty, Lawrence, looking none too pleased, arrived at the bar for their eting.

As soon as they t, the burly, rugged-faced man gave Dean a warm embrace. "Fuck! Solving cases without you around is torture, Dean! I really miss the days when you were here!"

Dean pushed over the drink prepared by the bartender and asked, "What’s up? Tough case?"

It was evident that Lawrence had been truly exhausted lately.

He downed two large glasses of beer in quick succession before exhaling alcohol-laced breath. "Not exactly tough, but we’re handling a murder case involving the illegitimate son of so rich tycoon. Those damn rich folks have such tangled relationships, they’re full of lies, and the worst part is you can’t just beat them up..."

After ranting for a while, Lawrence finally let out a contented belch. "By the way, Dean, do you rember that ’Cheston En’ guy I slapped around a few tis?"

"The FBI rookie?"

Of course, Dean rembered the guy. That counterfeit currency case had been handed over to Cheston En and his umpteenth powerful connection.

"What about him?" Dean was curious as to why Lawrence would suddenly bring this person up.

"While they were investigating a counterfeit currency case, they must have pissed soone off. A group of Middle Eastern guys bombed their office and car—blew them sky high. Cheston En was lucky; he made it out alive. But his female boss, his partner, got caught in the blast. All that was left of her was a leg. Criminals these days are truly brazen."

Hearing this, Dean clicked his tongue.

Damn it. Good thing I realized sothing was fishy with that case and decisively let the FBI take the heat. Otherwise, wouldn’t my family and I have been the targets of that suicide bombing?

His face feigned sympathy as he said, "Yeah, these criminals, with their bombs and automatic rifles, are indeed quite brazen."

No sooner had Dean’s words fallen than screams erupted from near the bar’s back door.

"Oh my God, soone’s dead here!!!"

"Fuck! It’s Blood Cow Anbu! He’s been stabbed to death! Let’s go! His older brother’s a maniac; we don’t want to get dragged into this!"

In an instant, the quiet bar, which had a rather pleasant atmosphere just monts before, turned into a chaotic madhouse.

So people quickly settled their tabs and left. Others didn’t bother and just slipped away in the commotion.

The bartender and the security at the door tried to intervene but were ignored by the patrons, each with their own agenda. Frustrated, they could only head to the back door to check out the situation and decide whether to call the police.

Lawrence leisurely finished the drink in his glass. "Dean, let’s go. We’ve got work."

Dean: "..."

When I’m not reinstated, everything around is calm! The mont I’m back on duty, I can’t even grab a drink after work without stumbling into a homicide! Are you kidding ?