North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 526 308: Letter1

September 7th, evening.

The day after tomorrow was the appointed ti to head to the location given by the Lucifer Ga Organization.

Dean had a good gathering with his family at his grandfather's farm. Before leaving, his mother Sheila, quite drunk, pulled Dean aside, "Dean, I rarely interfere with your choices, but Niel is a good girl. If possible, Mom hopes you settle down, get married, have children, and preferably let be a grandmother..."

"Mom, you're drunk."

Dean looked at the increasingly evident crow's feet at the corners of his mother's eyes and gently carried her back to her room.

When he ca out, his grandfather, Old Laine, called Dean into the family conference room and tossed a docunt in front of him. "This is sothing sent over from the New York Lucchese Family. They were worried you wouldn't want to accept it, so they asked to pass it on to you."

Dean took it and saw they were transfer agreents for assets such as bars. The agreents were already signed by the Lucchese Family. All he had to do was sign his na and take them to a lawyer for notarization to complete the transfer.

Dean tossed aside the docunt, took out the pipe Niel had given him, lit it, and puffed clumsily a few tis. His tongue tingled from the harsh smoke as he said, "Grandpa, what is this? Protection money from them?"

He wasn't accustod to smoking a pipe. But Niel liked to see him with a pipe, so Dean always kept it with him.

Old Laine laughed heartily at Dean's naive expression, "You could call it protection money. After all, it's only by using your friend's na that they can maintain their current business. Take it. They are all clean businesses. Blood relations naturally add a layer of trust. In the adult world, reciprocation deepens relationships."

Dean nodded at these words.

The New York Lucchese Family, though not as glorious as before, still had their network and reputation. With that reputation, they could obtain a lot of information and intelligence that outsiders couldn't access. A day would co when it could be useful.

He picked up the docunt, intending to hand it over to Niel for handling.

As he was leaving, Old Laine leaned back in the main chair, the one symbolizing his position as head of the family, and said softly, "Dean, my grandson, no matter what troubles you find yourself in out there, don't try to bear it all alone. Seek our help in ti. We are always family..."

Dean paused.

He had arranged today's gathering using the excuse that he was leaving Los Angeles again for work. But he obviously hadn't fooled his grandfather, the old fox. The old man sensed that Dean was hiding sothing. Without asking for details, he simply trusted his grandson to handle these matters. His words were ant only to let Dean know that his family was always his last safe haven and retreat!

This was a belief the old Mafioso had held throughout his life.

Dean felt very warm inside.

He turned his head, chuckling lightly, "Grandpa, you should pray for those who ss with ; tell them to fend for themselves!"

Watching Dean's figure disappear into the night, Old Laine slowly stood up. He walked to the portrait of his ancestors, took out a long-unused pipe from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and said with a smile, "What a pity it's not the '40s and '50s. Otherwise, Dean would definitely beco a great man in the Italian Mafia. A real pity indeed."

「The next day.」

September 8th.

Dean bade farewell to Niel and drove to Little Mike's place.

When he arrived at Little Mike's estate, the latter was in the garden, basking in the sun while being attended to by a middle-aged Caucasian maid.

Though a teenager, he had the physique of a seven or eight-year-old child but the mind of an adult in their twenties. This was Little Mike—a thin rod topped with a giant balloon.

He looked much weaker than when Dean last saw him.

"You look worse than I imagined."

Looking at Little Mike's condition, Dean felt a rare pang of guilt. Little Mike is in such a state, and yet I still have the audacity to ask him for help. How shaless of .

Little Mike, however, was unfazed, "What's the difference? I couldn't go far before, and now I just can't move much at all. I actually have more ti to look for ways to save myself, and I've found so clues."

Dean shrugged, "Alright then, if there's anything you need my help with, just say the word. Also, this is sothing I ca upon by chance. It might be of so help to you."

With that, Dean placed a USB drive on the tray of Little Mike's wheelchair.

Inside it was a very detailed explanation of the Ancient Yoga Breathing Technique and so practice videos recorded with Niel's help, which could be used as a reference.

Little Mike's bodily functions were very weak. Ordinary exercise would only harm him, not help.

Coincidentally, the Ancient Yoga Breathing Technique could be practiced while lying down and could stimulate precise control over the body. As long as he wasn't reckless, it wouldn't cause any physical harm, making it very suitable for Little Mike and possibly helpful.

Little Mike nodded, tapped on his wheelchair, and a secret compartnt popped out. The secret compartnt was small and contained so small electronic components that Dean didn't recognize.

Besides that, there was also a very compact walkie-talkie. This wasn't just a simple walkie-talkie but a satellite phone with locating capabilities.

"Here's what you need. Although I haven't yet found out why the Lucifer Organization is organizing this large-scale death ga, since it's a multi-person event, there will surely be many surveillance devices. Just plug these into a network cable, and I can launch a counter-intrusion and give you so support."

Little Mike continued, tapping another button on his wheelchair. Another secret compartnt sprang open, revealing the chip hidden inside.