North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 430 - 264: A Twist in the Road3

The woman’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and she quickly walked out. Soon, through her powerful intelligence network, she received shocking news: a jailbreak involving the shooting of prison guards had just occurred at the prison where Barton was held! The protagonist of this jailbreak was none other than Dean—the seemingly frail detective Barton had ntioned.

"Shot seven keepers dead, all headshots... Under the gunfire at the front gate, the dozen or so prison guards who chased after him were suppressed by an AK-74, finally forced to hunker down and call for reinforcents, not daring to pursue further..."

The woman’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Dean, who exactly are you?"

She imdiately ordered the activation of the city’s entire intelligence network, attempting to find traces of him before the police could. At the sa ti, a dossier on Dean’s identity appeared before her almost instantly.

"Dean, male, 32 years old, height..."

This report detailed this parallel world’s Dean from his earliest school records to the unscrupulous dealings he engaged in to make a living, omitting nothing. This level of intelligence capability far surpassed even xico’s official resources!

Following the woman’s orders, Dean’s portrait appeared in the hands of seemingly insignificant people in every shadowy corner of the city. These people included police officers, civilians, inconspicuous passersby, won holding children, and elderly people walking with their grandchildren... They consciously began to converge along Dean’s escape route.

Dean was still unaware of the severity of the situation. He had weakly made his way to a dilapidated apartnt building and was struggling to treat his wounds. Yes, he had been shot.

This body’s physical condition was terrible. Despite Dean’s superior marksmanship, which overwheld the prison guards, he was still hit by three bullets in the barrage of gunfire. If it weren’t for the bulletproof vest he had obtained from the duty office, and the decent protection it offered to his vital areas, he would have already been dead.

But even so, the impact of the rifle bullets had broken several of his ribs. This severely limited his mobility, making it almost impossible to continue evading the pursuit of the prison guards and police. This instance of his mission was likely to fail before it had even truly begun.

After crudely bandaging his injuries and seriously assessing his physical condition, Dean couldn’t help but curse, "Fuck! It would’ve been better to kill Barton and escape on the night I concocted the potion!"

At the ti, his main concern was that being wanted for jailbreak would make it difficult to complete the little girl’s commission to find her sister in this unfamiliar world. So, he had planned to use Barton to attract the attention of powerful individuals. This would allow him to walk out of prison openly and, incidentally, use their influence to help complete his panel mission. Clearly, Dean had miscalculated.

Just as Dean was debating whether to abandon the mission and return to the real world,

THUMP.

A knock sounded at the door.

Dean imdiately trained his gun on the flimsy wooden door, saying nothing. He had deliberately chosen to flee through a decrepit area because it had hardly any surveillance, which would delay the police. But it was now dayti, and Dean couldn’t guarantee he could avoid all eyewitnesses.

Death in this replica world ant actual death. If Dean found the situation untenable, he would instantly choose to abandon the mission. No panel reward was worth more than his life. Dean was crystal clear on this point.

Just as Dean’s nerves tensed, an old man’s raspy voice ca from outside the door, "Pharmacist Dean, the Assassin’s Alliance is at your service..."