When the opposition was feeling smug, Dean flipped his hand, and suddenly a Fire God Gatling appeared, RAT-A-TAT-TAT...

The scene was too beautiful for words. Unthinkable, truly unthinkable.

This ability, whether used for self-defense or assassination, was simply phenomenal!

It could be said that the current Remark 3 Subspace was an unexpected joy, exceeding Dean's expectations for this panel change! Even for Remark 3 alone, even if Remark 1's trial might put his life in danger, Dean would not hesitate!

The last was Remark 4. This core information seemingly implied that as the Level increased, the rewards from solving cases would decrease. But Dean's attention was entirely on the description of "permissions"!

Level too low, insufficient permissions, cannot view!

What the hell is in that *** content?

Dean couldn't help but itch with curiosity at this question.

To understand it literally, it seemed that different stages of character Level afforded different permissions on the panel.

Could it be that the *** hidden thing was about the origin of the panel?

CLICK.

Dean, looking at the dawning sun through the window, lit a cigarette. The meaning of life seemed to have just gained another aspect. In his lifetime, he hoped he could find out the answer to that ***.

「After washing up」

Dean performed a self-test in his rented room. The test results were once again beyond his expectations. He had inspected his body before and thought the improvement was minor, but after a series of tests, he realized that both his mind and body had undergone considerable change.

One aspect was that his Spirit was more robust. He could think without the previous fatigue that would quickly set in from maintaining high-intensity cognitive activity. His concentration, speed of memorization, and other areas had also improved slightly. This was likely because his body was stronger, and his vitality buoyed his Spirit.

In terms of physical constitution, he was more coordinated. Dean found that his subtle control over his body had almost reached a level that ordinary people could not comprehend. To put it simply, he could manipulate all ten fingers to perform different movements simultaneously without any interference, and he could also affect the minute muscles in his body at will. This meant that now, a seemingly casual slap from Dean could unleash most of his body's strength. This was a terrifying development.

Before the enhancement, Dean had tested and found that when employing skillful technique, a single punch could deliver about 800 kg of force, easily sending a person flying through the air, tumbling. But this required highly skillful force generation techniques. And this was without unleashing all his strength, because that was impractical.

Now it was different. Now, his plain, straightforward punch could unleash a force far greater than before. It was roughly equivalent to this: excluding the use of leverage, in the past, Dean, through Mastery Level Ancient Muay Thai force generation, could channel seventy to eighty percent of his strength into actual combat. Now, however, he could unleash one hundred percent of his bodily strength with every strike.

If Dean had possessed this level of control back then, even without improving his Muay Thai Level, those so-called combat experts would have had a hard time defeating the Dean who now put his full strength into every plain punch!

Aside from overwhelming firepower, Dean really couldn't think of anyone else in pure physical combat who could be his match.

This must be the loneliness of invincibility.

Dean shook his head, satisfied, and walked out the door, ready to continue working on the miniature model murder case.

「On the way to work」

Dean received a call from Lawrence.

"Dean, I think our team needs to come squeeze in with you guys for a while!" Lawrence said, his tone annoyed amidst a noisy background.

Dean chuckled. He roughly guessed what was going on. Yesterday, the FBI's Los Angeles field office was bombed. This ignited the first major news scandal of the year in Los Angeles. The explosion, occurring in downtown Los Angeles, had already attracted plenty of attention. The press, with their extensive connections, somehow got wind that the explosion site was the FBI's Los Angeles field office and, moreover, that more than ten people had died.

Consequently, now, if you turned on the TV, you could see news discussing yesterday's explosion. There were all sorts of panel discussions, speculations, so-called insider tips, and former FBI employees conjecturing about the attacker's identity—a tangled mess. With no official statement from the FBI, those reporters, hungry for promotions and pay raises, set their sights on the Los Angeles Detective Bureau, particularly the Murder Squad, Fourth Unit!

From the call for patrol officer support, Dean knew his identity couldn't actually be kept secret. Many patrol officers liked to sell such information to reporters who tempted them with money and other favors. Dean had worn a mask at the time merely to reduce his public presence. So yesterday, he had already warned his colleagues that they would all meet and handle cases in a private residence near the precinct until this incident blew over. Since he was the one who had dragged everyone into this, Dean cheerfully told Lawrence the location of their temporary office, asking him to bring beer and barbecue when he came over so they could have a good get-together later.

「 」

Today, the Fourth Unit, though its staffing didn't yet match the other three established units, was starting to get on track. This progress came after Dean and Lawrence were both promoted to Detective, each leading a team.

Considering that the culprit in the miniature model murder case had likely gone into hiding and would be difficult to catch quickly, Dean wasn't in a rush. Seizing this opportunity, he decided to lead the way in slacking off, overtly organizing a barbecue and fun during work hours with everyone.

「Elsewhere」

At a private dock in Los Angeles, a man Dean had met once adjusted his glasses, his gaze settling on the whitecaps dancing in the waves. With a tug on the line, he pulled up a small fish.

"Architect, if you really wanted to go sea fishing, you could board my private yacht and go offshore," said a white-haired, elderly Caucasian man in a bathrobe, appearing behind the young man holding a cup of coffee, his tone indolent.

The young man didn't look back, his voice indifferent. "The person who brought me in is dead. Can you still fulfill the conditions you promised me?"

The elder shrugged. "That's a trivial matter. The problem now is that one of the Twin Hounds Elders was killed by those detectives, and the other was lost in the recent highly publicized explosion. Until a new Elder takes over The Great Escape Game, all you NPCs are currently on standby.

"But you've earned the title, so in the end, there shouldn't be a problem.

"Reputation and principles are the fundamental reasons why Lucifer has been able to thrive and grow!"

"Got it!" The young man cast his line back into the waves below, his lips splitting into a chilling smile. "I'm really looking forward to the upcoming Great Escape Game, Doctor!"

He was now deeply relieved that he had agreed to the spicy girl's conditions, allowing her to arrange some cannon fodder to attract the detectives' attention; otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting here fishing so peacefully now. When it came to crime, he really wasn't skilled at it.

"I'm looking forward to it as well!" The elderly Caucasian man swirled the coffee in his hand, revealing a similarly unsettling smile.

「A few days later」

Dean was carefully going through the information collected by everyone. In his hands were details about the employees at Mrs. Gold's Department Store foreign trade company, specifically those based in Los Angeles. Then he uncovered an embarrassing fact. When the patrol officers took over the trade building, a guy claiming to be an employee of Mrs. Gold's foreign trade office, saying he'd forgotten something, had gone back to the office with Dean and casually showed him Park Budong's information. But in reality, there was no such employee! That guy was suspicious!

"This is a portrait of that person. Harry, Carlo, I want one of you to cover the underworld, and the other to handle the police side. Try your best to find this guy!" Dean handed the sketch he had drawn to both of them.

With his current mental acuity and control over his body, learning anything felt like child's play. Unwittingly, Dean had become a prodigy in the eyes of ordinary people.

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