North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 641 355: Savior Part 1

Los Angeles City Hall.

Amon felt the private cell phone in his arms vibrate and his brows furrowed slightly.

Could it be those bastards who had made him take the fall, feeling that the current situation was too embarrassing, calling to chew him out?

If that was the case!

A cold light flashed in Amon's eyes as he discreetly took several steps back, moving out of range of the surrounding caras before pulling out his phone to check the caller ID.

"Dean?"

Why was it this guy?

Amon seed to think of sothing. Instead of answering the call imdiately, he gestured to an assistant nearby, "Check for , what has Agent Dean Lee been up to recently? His intelligence code is A27834..."

The suited assistant was evidently one of Amon's confidants.

Without a word, he deftly took out an unusually thick notebook rarely seen on the outside from his briefcase. After opening it, his hands danced swiftly over the keys, and in no more than twenty seconds, he replied fluently, "Chief, Agent Dean has been working on a serial killing case recently. The victim's na is Qian ngng, Vietnase, next of kin Qian Feng..."

Upon hearing this, Amon confird his suspicions.

He hadn't expected that his junior, of all people, would happen to be investigating a case involving this Qian Feng!

So the other party was calling him...

Thinking of that possibility, Amon's heartbeat quickened.

He took several deep breaths in a hurry, moved away from the crowd, and pressed the answer button, "Dean..."

"It looks like you're quite busy right now."

"Yes. If you're calling , you must be aware of my current predicant. The slightest issue could make one of the most shaful mories in the history of the United States. So, are you calling with so good news?"

After saying this, Amon held his breath.

The situation was very troubleso.

The incident had arisen far too suddenly.

No one knew the exact situation inside that university's Underground Research Institute.

They couldn't even be certain that this event solely involved Qian Feng.

If it were just an ordinary bomb terrorism threat, that would still be manageable.

But facing a 'Peace ssenger' that had shocked the world upon its appearance, no one could confront it lightly.

As Amon waited anxiously, Dean's confident reply ca through the phone:

"Yes, there is indeed a surprise.

"In fact, I am currently at the Underground Research Institute of that university.

"I was investigating a chain of serial murders related to gang activities. The investigation led to this university. Coincidentally, during the questioning, I saw this Qian Feng on the screen, driving a truck into the campus.

"You know.

"My gut is sharp, and I sensed that the guy was no ordinary driver.

"So I followed him in..."

On the other end of the phone.

Dean paused, then chuckled lightly, "Amon, now you can consider how to plan for our greatest benefit."

Amon's right hand, gripping the custom-made phone, was already throbbing with veins!

He lost his composure, speaking hastily, "Are you sure?"

"Yes.

"If I want to.

"I could hide in the shadows and blow Qian Feng's head off with a single shot right now..."

"No, that won't do!"

Amon raised his voice so loudly that the people in the hall couldn't help but look his way.

He quickly lowered his tone, "That's not acceptable, FK, FK! I feel like I'm going insane. Do you know how I feel right now, Dean? One second I was in Hell, and now I'm in Heaven! FK! I'm so excited right now! Dean, seriously, if you need it, I would even warm your bird with my colon right now, I swear!"

Having said that, Amon's dark face couldn't contain the urge to burst into laughter anymore!

A bunch of bastards, wanting to take the fall?

If I don't tear a piece off those scoundrels, it would hardly do justice to God's favor upon !

And Dean!

That guy is definitely the angel God sent .

On the other end of the phone.

Dean listened to Amon's sowhat incoherent words, his smile becoming even broader.

He was also in a splendid mood now.

The shocking terrorist attack orchestrated by Qian Feng this ti was, for him, definitely an opportunity that ca once in a millennium.

Not to ntion other things.

Saul, a man of distinguished origin with high status and power, had, with a single sentence, made Dean, the rising star of the police departnt, leave Los Angeles in a sorry state.

Now, with a single sentence, Dean had made him screw a sow in front of the whole world.

This was the best explanation.

The feeling was too marvelous.

Now, Dean wanted more.

But he knew the rules here far less clearly than Amon, making it difficult to get the most suitable and greatest benefits.

The two had always had a good relationship.

Dean also needed soone high up to claim benefits for him.

A win-win was undoubtedly the best choice.

...

Several minutes passed.

Finally, Amon adjusted his mood once more, "Dean, my best brother, listen, you absolutely can't just shoot Qian Feng dead. Right now he's our best stepping stone to the higher powers in the United States. You should know what I an!"

"Yes, but I'm not sure how to do it properly."

"The key is to control the 'Peace ssenger.' As for that arrogant bastard... HEH. I will coordinate and guide him, the more arrogant he is, the better.

"The more severe the situation, the more solid our stepping stone will be!"

"Got it!"

After hanging up the phone, Dean shifted his gaze back to the television screen.

Next, with Dean's guidance and Amon's active cooperation, Qian Feng's demands beca more and more excessive, and the emotions of the viewers in front of their TVs, such as unease, anger, and sha, beca increasingly severe.

This day was definitely when God turned off the lights over the skies of the United States.

anwhile, top officials in Arica kept calling Amon's side, forcing him to take action as soon as possible.

Resolving the crisis safely would be ideal.

If it couldn't be resolved,

Then even if they had to let the 'Peace ssenger' explode, they absolutely wouldn't allow Arica's image to continue being endlessly humiliated in front of the whole world.

After all, even if it did explode, it would only an hardship for the people of Los Angeles.

These individuals could then take the opportunity to harvest the volatile stock market beforehand. After profiting from the financial turmoil, they could re-establish Arica's 'global face' with guns and bombs. If the situation worsened further, they could simply deflect the problem by initiating a few regional wars to shift the global focus!

At that ti, they might even make a fortune from the war.

Either choice was far better than being continuously tornted by Qian Feng's tactics, which made Arica persistently lose face before the entire world.

..

Amon, on his side, received a notice from above.

Knowing that the ti was ripe, he first let his subordinates prepare the team to guide public opinion in advance, then used another private cell phone to send a signal to Dean to take action.

「Underground Research Institute.」

Dean silently put away his phone and silently removed the skull mask from his face. He turned on the communicator switch inside the mask and said softly, "Qian Feng, co here."

A mont later.

A hollow-eyed Qian Feng walked out of the broadcasting room.

He glanced at Dean, who had removed his mask, and was first shocked, then smiled carelessly, "I didn't expect the face beneath your mask to be so handso. So, are you ready to reveal your real purpose now?"

Dean nodded, "Now that you've had your revenge, and you've trampled on Arica's face back and forth, coordinating with for a perfect finale isn't too much to ask for, right?"

"It's not too much," Qian Feng shrugged his shoulders, "What do you want to do?"

Dean softly laid out his arrangents for what would co next.

After hearing the plan, a flicker of surprise passed through Qian Feng's eyes, "Are you sure I should shoot at you when the ti cos?"

Dean nodded, "The harsher the better!"

"Got it!"

Qian Feng twisted his neck and a fierce smile appeared on his lips, "Although you're as strong as a monster, I still hope you can really dodge the bullets. At least, dying at the hands of a monster like you wouldn't be a disgrace for Qian Feng!"

After saying that, he strode back into the previous broadcasting room.