CHAPTER 466: CHAPTER 279: HUNTING GROUND, THE GREAT ESCAPE PLAN_2

In the future, won’t I need to start with at least ten cases if I want to level up?

For now, I suppressed these unfavorable speculations.

Dean grabbed Ross, who was pacing back and forth. "Ross, you need to learn to stay calm!"

Ross ran his fingers through his messy hair. "Dean, you don’t understand. It’s Gaia’s first time away from her family, and it’s because of me that she came to the United States. If something happens to her, I really don’t know how to face her family."

This guy, he’s so responsible; otherwise, he wouldn’t feel so guilty.

Dean tried to console him, "You’ve already made every effort you can. Gaia will be fine."

No sooner had he spoken than the ropes of the Las Vegas tactical officers began to ascend, and Louise came running over from a deep pit in front, her face lit with joy. "That bastard has been caught!"

Ross immediately stepped forward, grabbing Louise’s shoulders. "What about Gaia?"

"She’s fine. The victim is unharmed, but she’s currently sedated and asleep. We’ve already sent medical personnel in..." Louise said, even though she was unhappy with Ross’s behavior.

But considering the commotion Ross had caused, she still managed a smile.

Upon hearing that Gaia was unharmed, the tightness in Ross’s chest loosened, and his body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

God knows the mental agony he’s been through during Gaia’s disappearance.

Dean stepped forward, pulling him back up. "Ross, let’s go see how your fiancée is doing. She’ll definitely want you to be the first person she sees when she wakes up."

"Maybe I could try kissing her like Sleeping Beauty, but right now, more than anything, I wish that you, Dean, could do something for me!" Ross said, slinging an arm around Dean’s shoulder and lowering his voice. "I don’t want the guy who hurt Gaia to still be alive!"

WHOA.

It’s been a while since they’ve seen each other, and the guy has toughened up a bit.

Ross explained, "I need to make a statement, or else Gaia’s family will think she’s with an unreliable man. I don’t care what they think of me, but I don’t want the people close to me to be ridiculed because of my actions."

"Yes, your attitude towards your enemies can help you avoid a lot of trouble!"

Dean looked at Ross approvingly, nodding his promise. "Don’t worry, the guy who hurt your fiancée won’t be leaving the hospital alive."

Louise, at the side, was speechless. Is it really okay to talk about this in front of me?

「Inside the ambulance.」

The doctor was about to administer painkillers to the criminal with the broken leg.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Dean rapped on the ambulance door. "Guys, I need to be alone with this fellow for a while."

"The patient needs to stop bleeding, otherwise..." The doctor wanted to say something, but when he saw the FBI badge in Dean’s hand, he fell silent.

He was just an accompanying doctor, speaking out of professional instinct, but he wasn’t about to draw trouble on himself for a criminal.

Dean cleared the medical staff from the ambulance.

He sat next to the handsome man with the vacant stare.

The man’s treasured mother’s skull had been forcibly removed by the tactical team as evidence, and since then he had been in this soulless state.

"Don’t you want to explain what this is about?" Dean asked in a deep voice.

The man remained motionless, as if he heard nothing, completely immersed in his own world.

Seeing this, Dean smirked, reached out, and forcefully twisted several sensitive spots on the man’s body.

Agonizing pain shot through him.

The man’s vacant eyes finally fluctuated.

He twisted his bound body instinctively and glared viciously at Dean. "Give me back my mother!"

Dean was indifferent to the man’s attitude.

As long as they could communicate, that’s all that mattered!

His palm brushed over the man’s injured thigh as he spoke in a low voice, "You mean those withered and shattered female remains? Because of that thing, you ruined our plan?"

At the word "plan," the handsome man’s pupils constricted, and the ferocity in his eyes instantly turned to fear.

His face, already pale from heavy blood loss, turned even paler. Then, as if he had seen a savior, he said excitedly, "You’re with the Lucifer Organization? Help me retrieve my mother, otherwise, I’ll tell the police everything about the hunting ground!"

Hunting ground?

Dean muttered to himself.

This guy is indeed involved with the Lucifer Organization. But what is the hunting ground? That underground space?

He pondered.

Dean leaned back, pulled out gloves from his pocket, and put them on leisurely. "Bastard, stop bringing up your damn mother. Seems like you’ve forgotten your duties!"

"FK!"

"You bunch of assholes, to hell with duty!"

But the handsome man lost his rationality because of what Dean said. "No one can insult my mother! To hell with your hunting grounds—I’ll make sure the police learn about your intention to hold a battle royale!"

"OHOHOHO." Dean uttered in a mocking tone. "And then? What else can you tell those incompetent policemen aside from a name?"

"A lot!"

The man said bitterly, "You teach hunting skills on the dark web, filter hunters and prey through various channels, spread cult teachings, and traffic all sorts of snuff film recordings..."

But Dean was no longer interested in listening.

This guy is talking about things that can be found directly on the dark web. It looks like all he knows is a name.

"Battle royale... hunting..."

Dean muttered to himself as his gloved hand touched the man’s neck, gently twisting it.

With a crisp crack, Dean snapped the man’s neck as easily as one would a chick’s. The man’s eyes widened, a gurgling sound came from his throat, and his body convulsed.

Dean jumped out of the car.

Cheston En had appeared out of nowhere, one meter away from the ambulance, blocking the exiting medical staff from getting any closer.

As Dean took off his gloves, he casually said to the medical staff, "It seems the prisoner has twisted his neck. It’s not looking good. Please do your best to save him."

"Okay."

The doctor was certain that when the prisoner was loaded into the ambulance, his neck was fine.

But he dared not say more. Calling to the nurse behind him, he rushed into the ambulance.

Cheston En followed with an ingratiating smile. "Agent Dean, if that criminal knew of your kindness, he would surely be grateful."

Dean shrugged. "Cheston En, a criminal’s life is still a life. Whether we can save him or not, we must show human care..."

"Yes, human care!"

Cheston En followed suit with a shrug.

He had also heard Ross’s request to Dean just moments ago.

Hopefully, the guy in the ambulance will die soon. Otherwise, it would be quite uncomfortable to be shocked and have his chest compressed.

「The case was over.」

After being busy for two or three days, Dean bid Ross goodbye and then returned to the hotel with Cheston En, ready to get some good rest.

「On the hotel balcony.」

Dean sat in the lounge chair, staring blankly at the clouds overhead.

Hunting grounds... battle royale...

Were these the real reasons behind the recent commotion caused by the Lucifer Game Organization? Creating problematic pixel games on the computer... collecting serial killers with special traits... infiltrating personnel into official Intelligence Organizations everywhere...

Perhaps everything Lucifer had been doing over the past year was for a specific purpose. And that purpose was the battle royale...

Dean sighed.

Just hearing that term gave an ominous feeling.

After all, even a minor character knew the term, indicating that this plan might be nearing its execution phase with Lucifer.

And there was another important point.

The United States has many Intelligence Organizations, and they train many spy-like figures.

It was impossible that they were completely unaware of the moves made by the Lucifer Organization.

The projection of light is indeed darkness.

Dean never doubted that many powerful figures in the United States could very well be entangled with the Lucifer Organization in unclear ways.

But now is the age of the internet.

Once mistakes are made and exposed on the web, spreading widely, it will surely cause mass panic.

Is there any point in this?

Dean agonized over it for a long time but still couldn’t see through the underlying purpose.

He shook his head and put on his sunglasses.

Perhaps this is just the complexity of human nature.