Looking at the two freshly arrived bodies, Holz couldn’t help but smack his lips. He looked at Dean with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Dean, can you tell me how you did it? I’m willing to pay tuition!" Standing before the body of the female lawyer who had died with her eyes open, Dean spoke righteously, "Holz, I must remind you, your words amount to slander against a ’detective who has worked tirelessly for the physical and mental health of the citizens of Los Angeles’! You’ve hurt his heart!" "Physical and mental health?" Holz was amused by Dean’s shamelessness. "Then how do you explain titles like ’Walking Artillery’ and ’Headshot Detective’?" "Destroying the filthy bodies of criminals and filling the empty hearts of innocent ladies. Is there a problem?" Faced with such bulletproof thick skin, Holz raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, I’m just curious why a cowardly pedophile would choose to shoot the female lawyer who could have gotten him off the hook." "That was the only choice humanity gave him!" Dean spread his hands. "Think about it. If someone points to a large pit in front of you and tells you that as long as you jump in, you’ll get what you desire, and you do it. But with that leap, not only do you crush your beloved object, but you also expose everything you used to cover your shame for all to see. You realize that even if you manage to climb out, you’ll just fall into another bottomless pit. You’ve lost the courage to go on living. In such a situation, would you be grateful to the person who told you to jump?" "NO!" Holz shook his head. "I would feel duped, like the biggest fool on earth, and I would resent the person who lured me into the pit." "Exactly. That’s human nature." Dean grinned, then turned and walked away. He was off to settle scores with Harry. That bastard! After a few drinks, he spouts all sorts of nonsense, slapping such a hodgepodge of nicknames on him. It was bad enough to be given nicknames, but for them to be so damn realistic? Wasn’t that just pointing out his flaws! 「Later, when Dean returned」 He found that Harry had actually skipped work. "Daisy, where’s Harry?" "His cousin called him for help, saying someone was going to kill him, so Harry rushed over to find out what happened," Daisy replied, her mouth full of apple cream pie, her words muffled. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 She wore her hair in two thick braids today, which, along with her delicate features and fair neck, gave her a youthful look. Fine, he’s lucky then! Dean grumbled to himself, then glanced at Daisy’s little belly and teased with a smile, "Daisy, you need to watch your appetite. Otherwise, I’m afraid women’s rights groups will accuse me of forcing a pregnant woman to work." The allure of Caucasian beauties often doesn’t last long. Once they pass the age of rapid metabolism, if they don’t pay attention to exercise and diet, they quickly become plump, transforming into the classic image of a middle-aged white woman. Dean certainly didn’t want his cute office secretary to turn into a matron with blonde braids in a couple of years. Daisy, swinging her two braids, grabbed the cream pie in her hand and threw it at him... Carlo’s pursuit of the suspect wasn’t going smoothly. When they found the home of the third suspect, Dayev, the neighbors informed them that Dayev’s family had moved out that morning, apparently heading to Las Vegas to stay with relatives. But according to road surveillance, Hawk and Carlo discovered that the family was actually trying to leave California. With no other choice, they could only ask the state police along the route for assistance. Without conclusive evidence, even the detective bureau couldn’t apply for an arrest warrant. In this situation, Dean could only contact Eve and have a warrant issued for Dayev in the name of the Narcotics Division, as his fingerprints were found on the drugs. As for when they’d catch him, that was entirely up to fate. The top priority now was to get off work on time! Dean told Daisy, who was still engrossed in her drama series, to watch the clock and close up after work. He then quickly slipped away, planning to chat with his frightened younger associate and, incidentally, nudge him to wash his car! Dean arrived early at the shooting range, consciously training himself in the use of various firearms other than handguns. With no woman to help him shoot, the overly energetic Dean could only spend more time at the range, playing with other guns. It wasn’t until nearly noon that Dean, feeling pleasantly tired all over, drove his car—freshly cleaned by his younger associate—to the precinct to slack off. As soon as he entered the office, Dean saw that bastard Harry in the conference room, speaking with a grave expression to five unfamiliar middle-aged men. Both sides occasionally gestured heatedly and slammed the table. Outside, Daisy and Carlo were sipping coffee, watching the spectacle through the glass. "What’s going on?" Dean asked curiously. He had planned to beat Harry up today, using the excuse that Harry had entered the office left foot first, just to vent his frustration over the random nicknames. Instead, he arrived to find a good show. Unfortunately, the conference room was well soundproofed. Dean could only see Harry struggling to maintain his ’dignity,’ but he was clearly unable to control the five middle-aged men. Sweat beaded on his face, and it looked like he wouldn’t last much longer. Carlo, that usually reserved man, seeing it was Dean, gave a rare smirk. "I’m not exactly at ease myself, but it seems to be about Harry’s cousin. His cousin was bullied at school by the sons of those five men, and then... heh!" "Then what happened?" Dean resisted the urge to smack Carlo for keeping him in suspense and pressed for details. He had heard from Daisy the previous day that Harry had skipped work because his cousin had called for help, and he was curious to see the follow-up. As someone whose physical and mental well-being was steadily improving, Dean also enjoyed a bit of gossip. "Harry’s cousin couldn’t win against those guys, so he threatened to F**K their moms. Those five punks then brought guns to school, vowing to kill Harry’s cousin. After receiving his cousin’s cry for help, Harry rushed over yesterday to mediate. Using his status as a detective, he managed to subdue those five youngsters. To resolve the matter completely, Harry arranged for the fathers of those five guys to come to the precinct today. He hoped to use his authority to persuade them to discipline their children and stop them from pulling out guns just because someone insulted them. The result..." Carlo started to play coy again. He grabbed the nearly 220-pound Carlo and body-slammed him to the ground. After kicking him in the butt twice, he finally turned to a grinning Daisy with satisfaction, "All right, Daisy baby, I trust you won’t keep me in suspense, right?" Daisy held up one finger. "Three apple pies!" "But you only held up one finger!" Daisy cleared her throat. "Turns out, these five fathers also brought guns today. If this weren’t a police station, Harry would have been beaten to a pulp by now!" "Just because Harry’s cousin cursed at the kids who bullied him?" Dean found it hard to believe. Even he, as unreasonable as he could be, wouldn’t do something . These people were too hot-tempered! Daisy shrugged, touching one of her braids and smiling flirtatiously. "What if Harry’s cousin actually did what he said he’d do? Carlo and I took the opportunity to check the files on the wives of those five men. All five of them are heavyweights, over 220 pounds. To get revenge on the ones who bullied him, Harry’s cousin had affairs with their mothers for over three months. During that time, he lost more than twenty pounds!" These young people today are really something. If they say they’re going to F**K someone, they actually go and do it. They’re much more real than keyboard warriors and people who just talk a big game. It’s just that in the United States, acting like that can easily get you shot. Harry’s cousin was the real deal! Out of concern for his subordinate, and partly to enjoy the drama, Dean waited until both sides in the conference room were on the brink of grabbing chairs to gang up on Harry. Then, he pushed open the door, his face cold, and slapped his gun on the conference table. "Everybody shut up!" As he spoke, he gave Harry a look. Harry understood immediately and hurriedly stepped in front of Dean, "Chief, I apologize. This is just a private matter of mine. You just got back from administrative leave after killing a few criminals. Even if the head of Internal Affairs is our old boss and isn’t afraid of complaints, you can’t afford to be impulsive again!" At these words, the five men who had been slamming the table at Harry shrank back, looking at each other, and froze on the spot. Seeing the situation was under harmonious control, Dean pushed his tool, Harry, aside. He sat down nonchalantly, propped his feet on the conference table, and squinted as he scanned the five middle-aged men. "I have a bad temper, but I’m fair. State your business and your demands. If they’re reasonable, I’ll handle them. And I definitely won’t play favorites with my own men!" The five men, seizing the opening, briefly explained what had happened. The general situation was similar to what Daisy had described. The only discrepancy was the demand they were arguing with Harry about. Harry hoped to settle the matter with money. After all, such incidents were common in the United States. Even if his cousin simply ran off, they would have to swallow their losses. But these five men wanted to pay out of their own pockets, requesting Harry’s cousin to testify about their wives’ infidelity in their upcoming divorce proceedings. This was so they could secure better Spirit compensation. Harry’s refusal had led to their argument! So... Harry’s cousin slept with the mothers of the five kids who bullied him, and in the end, he might even get paid by their fathers? What in the world...? Dean was completely baffled. This was even more fantastical than those murder cases, wasn’t it? "Harry, isn’t this great? Your cousin could even write a book about this experience. I guarantee tons of people would buy it out of admiration and curiosity!" Dean pulled Harry aside and whispered. But Harry looked distressed, "If only it were that simple. Dean, you don’t know. My cousin didn’t just sleep with those five hefty women; he got them all pregnant. Right now, if those women don’t get divorced, it’s somewhat manageable. At least someone will take responsibility for the children. But if they do get divorced, my cousin’s life will be ruined!" Dean said, "...Your cousin’s aim is truly accurate!" Having had his fill of drama, Dean beat a hasty retreat. It wasn’t that he lacked loyalty, but it’s hard for an upright official to settle domestic disputes. After all, if Dean were in the shoes of those five men left holding the bag, he would have taken a gun to Harry’s cousin and demanded he take responsibility for his actions. If those five men had been a bit more ruthless, it would have been another five cases for the insurance companies to handle. 「The issue with Harry’s cousin was finally resolved」 Because his cousin simply ran away. The five men left holding the bag didn’t want to jeopardize their own futures by taking out their frustration, so they had no choice but to let Harry—who had unfortunately gotten involved—off the hook. Afterward, Dean didn’t follow up on how the situation developed because the last suspect in the familicide case turned himself in. Just as Dean had previously speculated, it was Dayev’s father.