CHAPTER 445: CHAPTER 272 THE LAS VEGAS SERIAL MURDER-DUMPING CASE_3

But this excitement was fleeting because he suddenly realized that many directors of American intelligence agencies didn’t actually meet good ends.

This might just be the result of knowing too many secrets.

However, among these buried cases, could there be any leverage against the Saul Family?

To forge iron, one must be strong oneself. Even if the FBI covertly held leverage over the Saul Family, it’s not something a nobody like me would know, and knowing wouldn’t necessarily be useful...

Thinking this, Dean shook his head.

This approach was only suited for kicking someone when they were down. Revealing one’s intentions before the dog fell into the water meant risking a bite; it was safer and more satisfying to opt for physical destruction in secret.

However, the reason he’d been able to annihilate the Carmen Family last time and get away scot-free was mainly because that guy An Bei had taken the blame.

On the surface, Dean had no obvious involvement with the Carmen Family. That was the reason for his decisive action.

The situation with Saul was different.

Killing Saul was easy, but eliminating the subsequent hidden dangers was not.

Saul had clashed with Dean. And now, Dean wasn’t a nobody in the Los Angeles Police Detective Bureau; he was a recognized headshot detective, a rising star in the police force.

If Saul died suddenly, it wouldn’t be easy for Dean to escape unscathed. After all, for those big families, evidence was too troublesome. For suspects, they preferred to follow a list, dealing with them one by one. It didn’t matter if they killed the wrong person. Expressing the family’s iron-blooded attitude to the outside world was very important.

This was also why, after receiving unfavorable treatment, Dean had chosen to temporarily swallow his anger, stay away from his family, and avoid attention.

...

THUMP.

The knock on the door brought Dean back from his own world. He looked up and saw it was Cheston En.

"Agent Dean, I didn’t find any change of clothes in your room," said Cheston En.

Cheston En felt like Dean had played him. It made him involuntarily recall the time he first entered high school and a group of upperclassmen pinned him on the lawn, pulled down his pants, and spanked him.

Dean couldn’t help but roll his eyes. "Buddy, there are dedicated cleaning staff here. Can’t you use your brain when you hear something?"

His clothes always had small items hidden in them; there was no way he’d let outsiders wash them.

Dean’s request for Cheston En to help him wash his clothes was just a casual test of his future partner’s intelligence.

As the saying goes, better a god-like opponent than a pig-like teammate.

If his partner was too dumb, Dean would even be loath to use him as a human shield.

Cheston En’s reaction undoubtedly disappointed Dean.

But when Dean mocked him, Cheston En, who had seemed a bit flustered, chuckled. "I knew you were joking, Agent Dean. So, just now I spent one hundred US dollars to get some information from a former instructor."

This piqued Dean’s curiosity. "What information?"

"Recently, a series of female victims have been found dumped in Las Vegas, causing panic among local residents. With the high number of tourists there, the police department requested the FBI’s assistance... Maybe we could give it a try."

"No one from the FBI is handling it?" Dean wondered.

Such a recent case would surely offer a better cost-benefit for solving than that huge stack of cold cases on the computer. But he couldn’t just go and snatch someone else’s case.

Cheston En grinned.

"Agent Dean, normally, such cases are first reported to the corresponding field offices. The field office director then assigns agents to investigate.

"We are currently ’free’ agents, not attached to any specific field office.

"This means we can proactively get involved in any case.

"If it’s a case that’s close to being solved, those guys definitely wouldn’t want us sharing the credit. But with an obvious hot potato like this, as long as we offer to take it, the director of the field office will definitely not refuse!"

Dean listened but didn’t reply immediately. He stared at Cheston En for a few seconds before slowly asking, "Cheston En, you said this case was passed to the FBI because the Las Vegas police were afraid of being blamed for incompetence. Why do you think I’d be interested?"

"You’re the one who told me, Agent Dean!"

Cheston En had dealt with Dean long enough—and been scared silly often enough—to have naturally studied Dean’s style and preferences, hoping to avoid unintentionally offending him.

Seeing Dean’s puzzled look, Cheston En continued.

"Agent Dean, after you obtained the authority to investigate cases, you had me immediately pull up a large number of cold cases from the archives. That shows you have a strong passion for solving cases.

"I’ve heard a saying: ’The strong enjoy the joy that comes with overcoming difficulties, while the weak only wail about the torment difficulties bring them.’

"I believe it’s because you, Agent Dean, are such a strong person that you were able to become the new star detective in the Los Angeles Police Detective Bureau!

"That’s the main reason I chose to follow you.

"You’ve shown me a bright future!"

Good heavens! Dean thought. He’d really underestimated Cheston En!

Cheston En’s speech not only explained his actions but also complimented Dean and expressed loyalty. Importantly, it showcased his ability to understand his superior, demonstrating that he wasn’t incompetent.

At least, after hearing this explanation, Dean looked at Cheston En with a bit more recognition.