North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 462 - 277 Ending2

So she planned to lure the killer inside, catch him off guard, and subdue or even kill him!

After adjusting her mindset, Gaia, having received so special family training, proved to be much stronger than the average urban woman.

When there was no movent above her, Gaia, beginning to lose her composure, said urgently, "You had wear the sa makeup as the leading lady, recite the sa lines, and don the sa evening gown. Yet you refuse to co out and see ! There’s no food here, no water! I don’t even know where I am or what ti it is, just sitting here, all alone! Is this the leading lady you wanted?"

The effects of the drugs had now worn off, and Gaia, retaining most of her strength, had her best chance to save herself.

Unfortunately, the killer was very cautious. A long silence ensued. No matter how Gaia tried to tempt or provoke him, he remained silent.

Just when Gaia thought this was the end for her...

CREAK...

An old, grating sound of friction ca from the heavy wooden door behind Gaia.

Gaia’s body trembled. She feigned calm and looked toward the sound.

She saw a middle-aged man, slightly gray-haired but handso, wearing a tailcoat and sporting a refined goatee. Enveloped by countless shadows, he stood outside the door, commanding all of Gaia’s attention.

The man looked at Gaia affectionately, his attractive mustache twitching as his lips moved. "Helen..."

Helen was the na of the film’s leading lady playing on the projector.

After a mont of shock, Gaia’s face regained its restrained and elegant smile. She tiptoed forward, approached the man, and, covering her mouth with a pale hand, said, "Laine, have you co to take to the ball?"

The middle-aged man trembled inwardly, seeing Gaia instantly get into character.

What a perfect leading lady!

He instinctively bent down, intending to perform the hand-kissing gesture they had rehearsed countless tis.

The next mont, the previously smiling Gaia’s eyes flashed with malice. Her other hand, gripping a ceramic shard, was raised high, and she slashed toward the side of the middle-aged man’s throat!

That was where the carotid artery was located. No matter how strong a man was, a cut there was devastating. In a fraction of a second, the blood coursing through the artery would spray out forcefully like water from a pressurized tap, sapping all strength from the man’s body!

The man, bending over, couldn’t see Gaia’s action. Perhaps, in that mont, he was wholly lost in the world he had created. Or perhaps his wariness had been dulled by five previous successes, leaving him completely unaware of the imminent danger.

Gaia felt a dull, piercing sensation in her hand.

The next mont, a warm liquid splashed upon her delicate face.

Gaia stood bewildered, holding the ceramic piece that had cut her finger from the recoil. She stared blankly as the man, equally bewildered, clutched his injured carotid artery and knelt to the ground.

"Mama~"

The man struggled, calling out for his mother, and seed to want to escape the room, which resembled a movie set.

His cries, however, awakened Gaia.

Gaia, seeing the man still struggling, realized the ceramic shard wasn’t sharp enough and hadn’t delivered the fatal blow she’d intended. But the ruthless strike she had just unleashed had been driven by an intense will to survive.

Gaia couldn’t risk landing another blow. In a state of panic, she dropped the ceramic shard that had pierced her palm. She stepped over the man’s body and, dragging her cumberso gown, ran towards the open door.

Escape! I must escape!

Beyond the set-like room was a long corridor. At the end of the corridor was a room radiating an orange glow.

There must be a door to the exit there!

Gaia, running on an adrenaline rush and pulling her long evening gown, dashed into the small room at an unprecedented speed...

The next mont, the scene that t her eyes was so shocking that Gaia, who had just injured soone, scread in despair. Her voice echoed in the narrow corridor like the final wails of a dying beast...

At the end of the corridor, the figure that had been on the ground, clutching his neck, stood up again...

As it turned out, a woman who had never killed anyone would find it very difficult to efficiently finish off an adult man with just a ceramic shard.

Gaia’s fate seed grim.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

At Louise’s urging, seven or eight police cars, sirens blaring, sped toward a suburban town.

Dean sat in one of the police cars, scrutinizing the map in his hands.

At his reminder, Louise discovered that the forr mob boss behind the airport’s cold logistics company once had a starlet wife. This wife had been active in the 1950s. Her fa at the ti nearly rivaled Marilyn Monroe’s, and she originally had the chance to leave her mark on the history of the United States film industry. But just as her career was peaking, the starlet was forced to retire due to pregnancy. By the ti she wanted to make a coback, there was no longer a place for her in the film industry. This beca her lifelong regret.

Even worse, her husband, who had grown fickle, abandoned her. Afterward, she disappeared from public view.

The suspect they were searching for was the son the starlet and the mob boss had together. This man had been taken away and raised solely by his starlet mother when he was young. He only reappeared in Las Vegas a few years ago. Despite his good looks, he led a destitute life, eventually finding work as a refrigerated truck driver through connections his deceased father had left behind.

After uncovering this information, Louise imdiately located the old-ti gangster, and through threats and inducents, obtained the suspect’s residential address.

That was a decrepit town on the fringes of Las Vegas. Long ago, this town had its mont of glory due to movie shoots, and a small film studio had even been built there. However, as the main urban area of Las Vegas shifted, desertification beca more severe. The place fell into desolation, becoming a retirent spot for so impoverished elderly people.

Las Vegas isn’t large. Just over forty minutes later, nurous police cars had an old house tightly surrounded. Outside the house, a dust-covered refrigerated truck was parked.

Louise was about to lead her team to storm the house.

But Dean held her back, his gaze shifting toward the crude film studio further away.

Louise quickly cautioned him, "Agent Dean, that area has been designated a dangerous building. Its old structures haven’t been maintained for a long ti. People are usually forbidden from approaching it; even holess individuals won’t risk being crushed to death to take shelter there."

"You go search the house, I’ll head over there!"

With that, Dean drew his gun and ran towards the makeshift film studio.

They call that a ’city’! In reality, it was just a collection of buildings in various styles. The most conspicuous among them was a collapsed opera house. Blackened, broken beams lay about, and the area was overgrown with weeds. Any rational person wouldn’t think soone could be inside.

Dean initially thought the sa. But a trace left on the ground caught his eye!

What’s this?!

Dean crouched down, observing the soil under his feet. The climate in Las Vegas is dry. Most areas are dusty, and habitable places are typically green spaces. The soil is generally dry and sandy, making it difficult to retain moisture. But this soil was different. It appeared to have been treated with sothing like cent.

Dean scratched at it with his hand and found that just below a shallow layer of soil, there was a cent channel, only about two fingers wide. A wire was hidden inside it, leading straight to the collapsed opera house ahead.

Following the wire, Dean made his way through tangled wood and weeds. Finally, under a large wooden plank, he discovered a dark passageway!

I hope I’m not too late!

Dean shook his head and jumped down.

Ross was in a terrible state now.