CHAPTER 491: CHAPTER 292 EVOLUTION·_2

Dean gave it a brief thought and ended the session of enhancement.

...

Not long after Cheston En was taken to the hospital.

A woman, flanked by two fully armed officers, knocked on Dean’s door.

"Hello, I am Fana, the head of this local precinct. Do you have a moment to talk?"

Fana was a very pretty blonde, around thirty, wearing red mahogany glasses and dressed in slightly stern professional attire. But her taut clothing undoubtedly signaled to outsiders that she had substance.

Dean sized her up and smiled, "Of course, but don’t you think bringing those two guys behind you is a bit much?"

"Not at all."

Fana wagged her finger. "Agent Dean, in the previous operation, you killed more than twelve people, most with a single strike. Over three suffered brutal torture before their deaths. And just now, your partner was sent to prison by your kick—the doctor said he probably won’t be able to get out of bed for a month..."

Here, she retracted the foot that was about to step into Dean’s room and took a deep breath. "Forget it, you’re too dangerous. Let’s just talk here at the door!"

Dean shrugged. "Go ahead."

Fana waved her hand, waited for the two burly guards behind her to step aside with their guns, and then, lowering her voice, said, "Your actions have put me in a difficult position. Don’t tell me you expect me to clean up your mess!"

She had deliberately waited a few days before seeking out Dean, wanting him to use his own connections to deal with some of the trouble behind the organ harvesting factory.

Fana was living quite comfortably in this remote city.

She didn’t want to provoke someone dangerous like Dean, nor did she want him to ruin her current peaceful life.

But it now seemed that this guy apparently had no connections.

Dean spread his hands. "What trouble?"

Fana pulled out a photo. "This man is named Swand. He has several identities: councilman, medical broker, and some even more complicated ones. The organ factory case is completely over, but your trouble is just beginning!"

The channels through which those organs flowed were too complex. They included beneficiaries, medical capital, local government... Even the FBI wouldn’t foolishly continue to dig deeper after solving the case.

Dean looked at Fana and raised an eyebrow. "Thanks for the heads up. What do you want me to do?"

"Leave!" Fana said earnestly. "I’ll request a suspension for you at headquarters. It’s to ensure your safety, and mine as well."

She was very blunt. "I suggest you leave tomorrow morning. At least right now, they wouldn’t dare touch you. But once headquarters decides what to do, you might be safe in the city, but the moment you leave, that would be the end of you."

Dean nodded. "I got it. Take good care of my partner."

"No problem, he’ll be well taken care of."

Fana then hesitated before adding, "Thanks for cooperating. If you have any other needs, I’ll do my best to accommodate them."

Looking at the two fully armed burly men behind Fana, Dean grinned. "Get me a couple of chicks. I want to relax before I leave..."

...

Fana was an interesting person.

She actually brought Dean two women of decent quality.

Night fell.

Two scantily clad Caucasian women knocked on Dean’s door.

The two guards who were keeping watch over Dean suffered greatly.

After enduring nearly half a day of wails and howls, the poorly soundproofed room finally fell silent.

"That bastard has finally calmed down!" one of them cursed irritably.

His companion nodded in agreement. "Just endure it. He’ll be gone tomorrow. I’ve never seen Chief Fana be so friendly to anyone."

"Friendly?" The guard who had spoken before scoffed. If Fana were truly friendly, she wouldn’t have let the guy sneak away early by car. This was clearly an attempt to ditch a problem.

He said, reveling in schadenfreude, "That’s because the bastard inside got into trouble with Swand, that hypocritically vicious man. I bet the guy in the room won’t live to see tomorrow afternoon."

...

While the two guards chattered away, Dean had already scaled down the hotel’s windows, Spider-Man style, clenching the wall with his bare hands, dropping from floor to floor until he hit the ground from over thirty stories high.

Screw the big shot!What threat! He loved most to strangle threats in their cradle.

He left the hotel.

Dean, wearing night gear he had taken from his stash, pulled out a never-before-used phone and dialed a number in New York.

It was a contact he had kept from a previous arms purchase there.

A sweet female voice came through the phone: "Hello, this is Daddy’s General Store. What do you need, sir?"

"A ’jam sandwich’, express!" Dean said in a low voice.

’Jam sandwich’ was code for intelligence.

As for ’fruit’, it referred to arms.

There was a brief pause on the other end before the sweet voice turned professional and cold. "Please provide ingredients."

"Swand. Swand Crosby from XX State, XX City. He’s a medical broker. I need his most accurate intelligence—his location!"

This time, the pause lasted longer on the other end.

Dean waited a full five minutes before he heard the woman’s response. "Sir, his identity is very sensitive. If you’re sure you need this, please transfer five hundred thousand US dollars to this account within ten minutes."

The call ended.

A text with a bank account number was sent to Dean’s phone.

Dean immediately made another overseas call and transferred the money via his phone.

Half an hour later, an address appeared in Dean’s hands.

...

「Midnight.」

Dean was sound asleep, cuddling with the exhausted girls.

BANG!

The door to the room burst open.

Fana appeared at the entrance with a group of people, her expression grim.

Her sharp gaze swept across the room, then rested on Dean and the two girls in bed as she said suspiciously, "Agent Dean, half an hour ago Swand was killed at the XX Club. For safety reasons, you must leave now."

Dean yawned. "If that bastard is dead, why should I leave?"

"I’m very angry right now, don’t provoke me!"

Fire flashed in Fana’s eyes. Although the people she had arranged could ensure Dean hadn’t left, a woman’s intuition told her that Swand’s death was related to Dean!