North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 521 - 305: Planning, Gabriel’s Identity!2

PAH!

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Today, the reaction from the man with the slicked-back hair undoubtedly confird Dean’s previous plans.

So, he was now in a good mood.

Dean, holding the keys, said his goodbyes to the man with the slicked-back hair. "Once the stuff in the car has been dealt with, I’ll have soone park it back here. Goodbye."

"Wait!"

The man with the slicked-back hair stopped Dean, who was about to leave. His originally stern face now showed a sleazy smirk. "Master Ross’s elder brother has one more thing he’d like to ask you."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

The middle-aged man with the slicked-back hair cleared his throat and said seriously, "How did Laura taste?"

Dean: "?!?!!"

Laura... Ross’s ex-girlfriend. A promiscuous woman who had, so to speak, cultivated a ’verdant pasture’ right on Ross’s head with her infidelities (centered around Ross’s gym).

Ah, this...

Ross’s elder brother, having his subordinate ask him this question... what was he up to?

Could it be that he wanted to use this to warn him that he could cause a rift in his relationship with Ross at any ti?

Seeing Dean slightly stunned, the man with the slicked-back hair grinned. "Master Ross’s elder brother cares a great deal about his sibling. If it weren’t for tempering Master Ross’s character, that woman would have been dealt with long ago. So, Mr. Dean, please cherish your friendship with Master Ross and don’t go looking for trouble."

Dean gave the man a cold look and turned to leave.

He already had a bad temper.

This guy, courting death, kept irritating him. If he kept this up, Dean couldn’t guarantee the man would walk away from the docks alive!

After parting from the man with the slicked-back hair, Dean drove the refrigerated truck to the suburbs. He took out all the weapons and supplies hidden in special containers in the truck bed and stored them in the Subspace. Then, after driving around aimlessly for a while, he returned the truck to the docks, got into his own sedan, and drove back to his rented apartnt.

Niel had been busy scouting pharmaceutical companies for potential acquisitions lately, returning late every night.

After so thought, Dean decided to call Ross.

He’d slept with her; what was done, was done.

The warning from Ross’s elder brother had indeed served as a reminder for Dean.

For the pharmaceutical company to succeed, relying solely on support from Niel’s mother’s side would be difficult. Leveraging the Ross Family na to fend off greedy eyes would be indispensable.

This kind of issue, if not clarified, would be a ticking ti bomb.

To Dean’s surprise, when he sowhat hesitantly told Ross about the matter, expressing that he, too, was a victim, Ross was silent for a mont. Then, he said that the next ti they t, Dean should let him kick his butt a few tis, and then he would forgive Dean.

After hanging up, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

Regarding this matter, he had actually felt quite guilty after getting to know Ross better. Now that it was out in the open, he felt much lighter.

A few kicks to the butt? So be it. Ross deserved that much.

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After dealing with all these ssy issues, Dean sat at his desk. With a thought, a sheet of white paper appeared before him.

On the paper were so tree diagrams.

This was what Dean had organized the previous night after reviewing the materials Little Mike had provided.

At the top of the paper was the na of a mythological figure: Gabriel!

The battle royale event was sothing the Lucifer Ga Organization had been planning for a long ti, with arrangents in many areas, making it difficult to keep completely confidential.

Among the materials Little Mike had recorded was a brief description of the battle royale plan.

And Gabriel, one of the Elders of the Lucifer Ga Organization, was the person in charge of this event.

The Golden Apple Project:

Seeking elites from various ethnicities as test subjects, deploying them to the Garden of Eden for the initial **** project test... eighteen template regions... NPC planning...

List of regional managers: ... (all redacted)

Map: ... (all redacted)

Checkpoint division: ... (all redacted)

...

The Golden Apple Project was the battle royale plan.

It was unclear how Little Mike had obtained this information.

The content was severely incomplete, leading Dean to guess that this battle royale event was actually initiated by the Lucifer Ga Organization for so kind of experint.

This experint might well be the real reason those beings codenad ’God’ invested in the Lucifer Ga Organization!

Dean shook his head and looked further down the page.

At the bottom was information about the individual codenad Gabriel:

Gabriel, male, one of the thirteen Elders of the Lucifer Ga Organization, responsible for intelligence and missions. Appears very rarely and operates within an extrely limited area. Real identity unknown.

Last known communication signal location: **·** (coordinates).

These coordinates were not far from those on the invitation the Lucifer Ga Organization had sent to Dean, seemingly on one of the islands of the Hawaiian archipelago.

First known appearance: July 1993.

That was all the information on Gabriel. It was woefully incomplete and offered little of value.

However...

Dean looked at the last appearance date, his brow slightly furrowed.