CHAPTER 479: CHAPTER 287 IMPORTANT DISCOVERY_1

"Cheston En got into trouble just by asking a hotel attendant?"

Dean felt not shocked but pleased. Trouble was good! Trouble could help trace the clues through the haze, finding a breakthrough and directing the investigation.

Dean silently put his phone back in his pocket.

Since Cheston En chose to text and not call, it meant his situation was too dangerous to speak. Besides, that unlucky sod had outlived several of his supervisors—he was tough. He could probably hold on for a bit longer. No rush.

He walked over smiling to the three people and squatted down. "Since we’ve noticed the disappearances here, it means that the situation has been exposed. You should know the conduct of the government departments in the neighboring towns. If they find out the FBI has started to investigate this place, I’m afraid the first thing they’ll do is silence you to cover their tracks. You’re all still so young, and there’s so much beauty in the world you haven’t had the chance to experience. It would be such a pity to end up in jail or to be silenced."

Wade was the leader of the trio. But he was clearly not the smartest one in the team. After hearing Dean’s words, he and his partner Stefan appeared trapped in the dilemma described, their faces a mix of horror and despair, as if they knew their fate would not be a pleasant one.

Only Jenny, who had answered Dean’s call earlier, seemed to grasp the underlying message in his words.

She bit her lip and gathered the courage to look at Dean, whispering, "What do you want us to do by telling us all this?"

Dean looked at Jenny with approval. His next moves required the cooperation of three locals. Forcing them could cause complications, but if they recognized the reality and cooperated willingly, that was undoubtedly the best approach.

"Since someone ultimately has to face the consequences, why shouldn’t it be those who sit comfortably in their offices?"

Dean slowly stood up and revealed his motive. "If you three are willing to follow my instructions and cooperate with my next actions, then I can apply to not prosecute you. You won’t need to testify against those government officials who instructed you to clear the digital traces. In this case, you can just move somewhere else and start fresh. Of course, this is all on the premise that we solve the missing tourists’ case; otherwise, we’ll only be able to count on you small fish for our results. Fair enough, right?"

Jenny and her accomplices exchanged glances and resignedly nodded.

「At the small town police station.」

In the detention room, several articles of clothing were piled up in disarray on the floor.

Cheston En’s hands were cuffed to the iron railing, his legs in an X shape, his eyes tightly shut, desperately clinging to the last shield of modesty over his groin.

He clenched his teeth, allowing a black, hairy hand to grope all over his body without uttering a single reproach or curse—because he was afraid the owner of the hairy hand would get even more excited by his swearing.

The rough hand slid over Cheston En’s twenty-odd-year-nurtured black grapes, nails tracing down past the belly button and finally drawing circles on the muscle over his taut bladder in the forest.

Cheston En tried his best to stay quiet. But the owner of the hairy hand was undoubtedly skilled. Just a few simple movements made Cheston En feel his groin clench and release erratically, and his ’lance’ swell and rise. A tingling numbness spread up his spine, giving him an uncontrollable urge to shiver.

Damn it! This bastard really needed to die! It was too comfortable! How was he so good at this?

The psychological discomfort and humiliation were Cheston En’s last defenses against his physical instincts.

Dean, if you don’t come soon, I’ll have no face left to show!!!

Cheston En had never imagined that one day he would be bound and molested by an ugly, Black police officer during an interrogation, even endangering his lifelong reputation...

A tear, carrying his stubborn pride in his innocence, slowly slid from the corner of his eye.

Just as Cheston En was about to succumb to the assault of the Black, gay man before him and was ready to surrender.

The phone rang.

The owner of the black, hairy hand, a huge Black man resembling a bear, paused, then withdrew his hand and took out his phone. After a brief, indistinct conversation, he cursed and hung up, then turned back to look at Cheston En, who was almost stripped bare.

However, this interruption had diminished the strong Black police officer’s enthusiasm.

He took out Cheston En’s detective badge from a table nearby, threw it onto his face, and said with a nasty tone, "The FBI usually works in pairs. If you don’t start talking about your partner’s whereabouts, I swear, Detective Cheston En, you’ll never have to worry about constipation again in your life!"

Cheston En glared at the Black police officer in humiliation. "You bastards, plenty of people saw you taking me in the police car. The FBI won’t let you get away with assaulting an officer!"

Facing the threat, the Black police officer snorted with disdain, his thick sausage-like lips parting. "So what? Do you have any external injuries? We suspected you’re an impersonator posing as a detective, and detained you. Unfortunately, the police station cells were too small, so we had to keep several people together—I didn’t expect all those guys to be gay... Worst case, I’ll resign and the station will compensate you a bit of money afterward. However, photos and stories of Detective Cheston En will spread all over the United States. Tsk tsk. When that time comes, the FBI won’t want a gay detective. As for me, heh heh, I can live well in another country. I’ll get invited to radio interviews and sell exclusive footage of the intimate exchanges between a prisoner and an FBI detective..."