North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 396 - 249 ’Dream Chaser’2

"Won are delicate flowers, and n are the nutrients and nourishnt. A good male companion can stimulate your youthful mindset and perfect your state even more!"

"Like you?"

"Of course!"

Harry’s shalessness successfully piqued Lycoris’s interest. She glanced at the expensive watch on her wrist and said with so reservation, "Did you bring your dical report? I’d like to try out your wildness first!"

Harry was stunned. Huh... FK. Is being a kept man really this professionalized now?

Lycoris, having t countless people, could tell at a glance that Harry wasn’t a professional, which only increased her interest. "Is this your first ti in a place like this?"

"Yes... I..."

"No need to say more. We have complentary services here, and I’m even more interested in you now." With that, Lycoris snapped her fingers.

A waiter, very observant, walked over.

Before long, Carlo saw Harry follow the waiter out of sight by the pool. Lycoris also slipped on a white bath towel and disappeared.

So, it’s a success? Carlo wondered. Looking at Lycoris’s bulky silhouette, Carlo admired Harry’s sacrifice and effort, yet felt a twinge of envy. It’s a complex feeling. Probably not wanting to see a brother taken advantage of, yet also not wanting him to take a shortcut in life and live an easy life off won...

Harry, for his part, was working hard to solve the case. Dean wasn’t idle either. He was receiving an FBI agent who had sniffed sothing out and co over. The visitor was none other than Cheston En, with whom he had dealt a few tis before. This guy had a lucky escape in the last counterfeit money case. In a previous email, the FBI had wanted Dean to take Cheston En, this rookie, to handle the counterfeit case, but Dean had refused. Unexpectedly, Cheston En had still sought him out.

After several partner changes, Cheston En, once a proud young man, had his edges worn down by society in less than a year. The bulletproof vest hidden under his suit, along with the dark circles under his eyes, revealed to outsiders that he hadn’t been faring well lately.

"Hello, Cheston En. Nice to see you again. You seem to be having a tough ti?" Dean considerately placed a hot cup of coffee in front of Cheston En.

Cheston En imdiately took it respectfully with both hands and chuckled. "Captain Dean, I only recently learned that you are also a special agent for the FBI. I was ignorant before, and I hope you don’t mind."

When he was a trainee under Anthony’s ntorship, he had once questioned Dean’s Chinese heritage to show off his own ridiculous sense of superiority and inflated ego.

Hearing this, Dean’s eyes narrowed slightly. Cheston En has already apologized for this. I also made it clear that the matter was in the past. A normal person wouldn’t repeatedly bring up past grievances with soone they had offended. For Cheston En to ntion it again, and in such a submissive and respectful manner, he must want a favor from .

Sure enough, after a few pleasantries, Cheston En took a docunt out of his briefcase and presented it respectfully to Dean. "Captain Dean, I heard you took on a case yesterday that might be related to the New York Miniature Model Killer. This is so case information I found in the FBI’s database. Hopefully, it helps you!"

"You’re that well-inford?" Dean took the docunt, glanced at it, and his face showed surprise.

Cheston En isn’t like . As a newcor, being able to constantly find influential people to rely on in a departnt like the FBI is already impressive. The problem is, every influential partner he’s had has died, one after another. Under these circumstances, Cheston En, an employee with less than a year’s tenure, shouldn’t have such effective sources and channels of information!

"Actually, it’s not that my information is particularly good," Cheston En explained. "Rather, this information was sent to by the intelligence departnt. The New York Miniature Model Killer is a high-priority fugitive for the FBI. His appearance in Los Angeles was supposed to be handled by our local branch. But currently, except for , all other personnel at the branch office died in the explosion during the last counterfeit money case. That’s how I was able to access this information and also learn about your status as a special agent."

As he said this, Cheston En couldn’t help but recall his surprise when he read the email. The email ntioned that there was still a special agent in Los Angeles who could be approached for assistance. But he never would have guessed that this person would be Dean!

In Cheston En’s mind, the na Dean was enough to rob him of sleep. Since joining the FBI, he had only handled a few cases. However, every ti he encountered Dean, his newly found influential partner would die. After taking over the counterfeit money case Dean had discovered, the entire Los Angeles bureau, except for him, had perished.

Now, Cheston En felt sowhat awkward within the FBI. From an outsider’s perspective, whoever partnered with Cheston En was dood. The FBI was not without its superstitious people. Cheston En had even heard rumors that headquarters was planning to assign him to so godforsaken place to coerce his resignation, or else they’d make him investigate the counterfeit money case himself.

That’s practically sending to my death! he thought. Yet, for certain reasons, he didn’t want to leave the FBI, which he had struggled so hard to join. Seeing the email today gave Cheston En a new glimr of hope. The counterfeit money case involved a group of extre terrorists; it was far too dangerous for him to touch.