North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 518 - 304: Bluffing Little Mike, The Plainness of th

"Lucifer Ga Organization..."

After typing out a series of characters, Little Mike fell silent for a mont before sending another string of ssages, "Is it convenient for you to take a call?"

Dean glanced back at Niel, who was sleeping like a log. He turned off his phone’s ringer and silently replied, "It’s convenient."

No sooner had he responded than Dean’s phone imdiately received a call from Little Mike.

However, the incoming number looked sowhat strange; the area code and exchange code appeared to be randomly assembled, looking sowhat shady, like a modified virtual internet number.

This kind of technology had not yet beco widespread in this world.

Dean walked out to the balcony, closed the heavy sliding door behind him, and answered the call, "Is this internet virtual call technology sothing you designed?"

"To be precise, this is the latest research achievent I stole from the military."

Having not spoken for several months, Little Mike’s voice sounded much weaker than before, as if he were short of breath, lacking the vitality normal people should have.

Hearing this, Dean furrowed his brows slightly. "The military?"

"Yes. I anticipate my body can hold up for at most another three or four years, so during this ti, I’ve been hacking into nurous secret human research institutions around the world.

Unfortunately, most of these institutions have their core areas on isolated networks, or even use their own developed language systems, which makes them very difficult to penetrate through online channels. Therefore, I haven’t gained much in terms of human research; instead, I’ve acquired a large number of less significant technologies."

Relieved to hear it was just so unimportant technologies, Dean let out a sigh.

Although he was sowhat curious about those secret human research institutions Little Mike ntioned, right now, he was more concerned about the Lucifer Ga Organization.

So, he directed the conversation back to the original topic, "Listen, Little Mike, for the sake of my family, I cannot avoid this battle royale ga. I need your help to deal with them!"

A mont of silence followed.

Then Little Mike spoke.

"Dean, we are not like those low-intelligence monkeys.

I cannot understand why you would let sothing like family constrain you. They’re like a noose around a duck’s neck, tethering you to a window until you’re dried out by the wind.

They are your weakness, of no use to you."

Hearing this, Dean was montarily at a loss for words.

In his past life, his views were actually the sa as Little Mike’s.

Bonds ant weaknesses. It was only the cold-blooded who could survive a bit longer in the dark world.

But was he normal in his past life? No!

In his past life, Dean was nothing but a wretched creature who could barely suppress his madness through carnal desires, nearly akin to a beast devoid of much humanity.

In this lifeti, Dean enjoyed the affection of his family, the friendship of Harry and others, and the love Niel brought to him. He used all these beautiful emotions as an anchor for his humanity, firmly locking down the inner beast, savoring this new life.

Dean much preferred this warr version of life.

The problem was, although it seed Little Mike could communicate normally and even simulate the emotions he wanted to express, in reality, he could not understand the warmth of the heart or the aning of being alive.

If Dean used this argunt against Little Mike, Little Mike would most likely think Dean was an incomprehensible fool. He would then question whether Dean, as a partner, was truly capable of helping him achieve his desires.

At that point, Little Mike would revert to an uncontrollable state.

Kill him or not, Dean couldn’t bring himself to do either.

Never mind, I’ll just have to keep trying to fool him, Dean thought. Adopting Little Mike’s line of reasoning, he asked, "Little Mike, do you know why, even though you can’t understand what emotions are, you still instinctively want to fix your body’s deficiencies?"

On the other end of the line, Little Mike, who had been scanning through a pile of docunts, stopped. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face, but he still shook his head emotionlessly, "I have reviewed many docunts. The diagnosis most fitting my condition is severe emotional deficiency..."

"No, it’s not an emotional deficiency!" Dean refuted Little Mike’s self-diagnosis and began to coax him, "Have you considered this situation?

Suppose your body doesn’t lack the secretion of emotion-related hormones. Instead, perhaps the very dium that transforms these hormones into emotions is what’s preventing you from understanding feelings.

Doesn’t this reasoning fit your situation better?

Otherwise, you would be more like an artificial intelligence, devoid of subjective consciousness and subjective pursuits.

Also, when you advised to abandon my family just now, that was an unconscious display of emotion."

"What emotion?"

"Threat!" Dean’s mind raced as he equivocated, "You believe my family has beco my weakness, putting in danger. This, in turn, reduces my value as a partner, so you advised to give up on my family."

"Is that a threat?"

At this mont, Little Mike’s expression was akin to that of a computer program encountering a conflict. He subconsciously rubbed his large head, vaguely feeling that sothing was off, though he couldn’t pinpoint what.

To a certain extent, his thought process was very chanical, easily swayed by others’ lines of reasoning.

"Think about it carefully. If I had told you just now that I would absolutely not give up on my family, what were you planning to do?"

"What to do..."