North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 440 - 271 New Work1

"DHS?"

As the robust voice spread through the office, everyone exchanged perplexed looks, filled with confusion.

One of the younger investigators whispered to his colleague, "Buddy, have you heard of this agency?"

A hesitant expression crossed the other’s face as he said with so uncertainty, "I think I’ve heard of the na before."

Dean slowly stood up. "DHS was established in 2000. Its full na is the Departnt of Holand Security, and it connects directly with the Federal Investigation Departnt. Although not very famous, at tis, their authority supersedes local jurisdiction, allowing them to deploy the military directly."

He straightened his collar. "Unfortunately for you, I was already conscripted by the DHS to assist them in investigating a major case threatening the safety of the United States Federation before you arrived. Yet at this mont, you want to arrest . I really have to question the integrity of your departnt!"

Huh? These two investigators had never imagined that one day they would go from law enforcers to being treated like criminals themselves! Was reality this bizarre?

Under the eerie gaze of Dean’s team, the older investigator swallowed hard, forcing a sycophantic smile. "Detective Dean, we’re just following orders. If you have any objections, you can directly contact our supervisor to appeal. Please don’t make it difficult for us."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a ringtone sounded from his pocket.

The investigator took out his phone, saw who was calling, and quickly answered as if he had seen a lifesaver, "Director Monet, there has been a complication..."

On the other end of the phone, Monet’s voice sounded strained. "I know, Thor. Give the phone to Dean!"

The investigator knew that today’s attempt to make an arrest was dood to fizzle out.

He obediently stepped forward and handed the phone to Dean. "Detective Dean, our director would like to speak with you."

Dean didn’t make it hard for the guy. He took the phone, his tone disdainful. "Wow, Captain Monet, long ti no see. I’m so honored to hear your voice today."

"Dean..." Monet sounded awkward. "Dean, I’m sorry for issuing the order to investigate you, but as you know, sitting in this position, I often have no choice but to follow orders. In fact, it has to do with those active Japanese people in Los Angeles."

"I understand!" Dean’s face bead with a radiant smile, though his eyes were cold. "Also, thank you for the heads-up, Captain Monet!"

A late gesture of goodwill was aningless!

"After all, you were my subordinate; no need to be so formal!" Monet, a seasoned player, returned to his usual tone and probed, "Speaking of which, Dean, I’ve just been notified that DHS has conscripted you. Not many people know about this departnt. How did you get involved with them?"

"Sorry, that’s classified. With your position, Captain Monet, you’re not cleared to know. Maybe you can ask Saul, but I don’t know if this rising star of the Ashton Family has the authority to penetrate DHS and gather intelligence!" Dean said mockingly and then hung up the phone.

From Monet’s attempt at appeasent, Dean understood. He was being targeted, likely used by Saul—that powerful backer—as a bargaining chip to gain the support of those Japanese people. During the previous cannibal case, Dean had witnessed firsthand the influence those Japanese people wielded in Los Angeles. Although he didn’t know how they had managed to join forces with Saul, from this day forward, those people would pay the price for their actions!

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"Get out!"

Dean tossed the phone onto the table and looked at the two awkwardly standing investigators from the Internal Affairs Departnt.

Humiliated by the man who was supposed to be their captive, the two felt they had no face to stay any longer. They grabbed their phones and hurried out, sowhat relieved that this whole embarrassing incident hadn’t unfolded after they had already escorted Dean out of the building. Otherwise, if other police officers from the precinct had witnessed such a reversal, such a face-slapping spectacle, the authority and reputation of their Internal Affairs Departnt would truly have been trampled into the dust.

In the blink of an eye, only Dean’s team mbers remained in the office.

Once the outsiders had left, Harry imdiately gave in to curiosity, striding in a hip-hop dance step, with an exaggerated drawl, pretending to kneel and kiss Dean’s toes. "Oh my God, Dean, you managed to erge from the Internal Affairs Departnt’s investigation unscathed! It’s like watching an invincible movie hero co to life before my very eyes!"

Dean flashed a grin. "You also looked pretty cool making those two guys hit the floor with your gun!"

"I owe it all to your excellent ntorship, my godfather Dean!" Harry was the jester of the team, his mood completely unaffected by the recent events.

Daisy and Carlo, however, looked more concerned. Especially Daisy, who asked, "Dean, is that conscription by DHS safe?"

"It’s just a pretext." Dean didn’t keep his trusted team in the dark. "I’m afraid I won’t be able to lead you for now. I’ll probably be taking a position with the FBI for a while. Once I’ve resolved the issues here, I might return to the Los Angeles Police Departnt. But by that ti, I doubt you’ll still be calling ’Detective.’"

The DHS conscription was tantamount to flipping the table on the power structure of Los Angeles. However, before dealing with Saul’s troubles, Dean knew he probably couldn’t stay in Los Angeles any longer, or else he’d be at the rcy of those people’s manipulation. That wasn’t a smart person’s choice!