North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws

Looking at the door being closed by the two officers,

Yang Di was dumbstruck.

Camille was also dumbfounded.

Damn corrupt cops!

Looking at the two girls frozen in place, Dean smiled faintly. "Now, what do you think of my proposal?"

Undeniably, these two girls had high IQs and meticulous thinking; they were excellent rookie criminals. But they were still too naive. They didn't understand that rules, when dealing with different people, have always been flexible. A wise person adapts to the circumstances.

Camille immediately raised her hands in surrender. "I can turn myself in, and I can tell you here how I set up Sophie. But if your evidence chain can't convict me, then it's not my concern."

"No problem, your conditions are reasonable," Dean said magnanimously.

As long as he could arrest or kill all the criminals involved in the case, he would gain Experience Points.

Whether the criminals were convicted was not his concern.

Seeing her partner capitulate, Yang Di said awkwardly, "Detective, I've actually always wanted to sue those bastards, but my parents don't support it..."

Dean was puzzled. "In your previous statement, didn't you say it was pressure from the school?"

Camille rolled her eyes and hugged Yang Di. "The school not only approached Yang Di but also her parents, offering to help with their green card applications. It's actually very difficult for undocumented workers to apply for a green card. For the sake of those cards, Yang Di's parents chose to pressure her. Yang Di was so foolish she agreed. If it were me, I would have cut ties with parents like that!"

Dean chose not to comment on such personal choices.

The situation was smoother than he had imagined.

Just a single inquiry.

With the help of powerful Trace Tracking and his Mind Reading Technique, he had directly found the true culprit. Regarding Yang Di's case, he also saved himself the trouble of dealing with her parents' green card issue, directly achieving his goal.

This felt very comfortable.

「...」

Dean put away his gun, checked the time, and sent a dinner invitation to the twin sisters. Then, he lounged on the sofa, propping up his feet, the previous sense of pressure gone.

"There's still some time until evening. Camille, I'm quite curious about how you planned this case. Actually, my colleague is still following the clues you deliberately left. It's just unfortunate for you that you ran into me."

Camille first took a worried-looking Yang Di back to her room before casually sitting down across from Dean. She then began to recount her criminal process:

After Sophie was heartbroken by her first love, she completely degenerated and fell into depravity. She became promiscuous, dragged others down with her, and even became a pimp...

Camille herself had almost fallen victim to it before. But despite her youthful appearance, she was not to be trifled with. Realizing something was wrong, she didn't wait for the group of guys to try and drug her drink. Instead, she stabbed a fork straight into Sophie's breast, shocking those scumbags and allowing her to escape unharmed. She wasn't harassed again after that.

So, actually, she hadn't originally planned to kill Sophie.

But then Sophie targeted Yang Di.

The two of them shared a dream of becoming doctors. They often gathered to study, discuss pharmaceutical preparations, dissect small, cute animals, and then together enjoy Yang Di's cooking, which was a welcome change from the monotonous American cuisine. The two were mentors and friends, even relying on each other.

From that moment, Camille decided Sophie would experience the most painful death imaginable.

Sophie had too many vulnerabilities. Her social life was complicated, and she often had to go out.

First, Camille imitated the handwriting of Sophie's first love and sent photos of Sophie's affair with a university professor to the professor's wife.

The letter stated that if the professor's wife didn't want her enviable life to become the laughingstock of her neighbors and colleagues, she should talk to Sophie as soon as possible. If she couldn't make Sophie leave her professor husband, then 'he,' as Sophie's boyfriend, would plaster photos of the two of them all over the school and near their home.

The professor's wife, for the sake of her affluent lifestyle, might turn a blind eye to her husband's chaotic private life, but she would never be willing to lose that lifestyle, let alone bring shame upon herself and her children.

That day, the professor's wife drove her own car and summoned Sophie for a talk in it.

As for the specifics, Camille didn't care.

She knew Sophie's mood definitely wouldn't be good.

She tailed Sophie after she got out of the car. Using the heavy rain as cover, Camille knocked her unconscious and dragged her to the area near the dumpsters behind the apartment building. There, she quickly performed the 'surgery,' injected her with the drug, and then tossed Sophie into the trash heap.

Everything that followed went exactly as she had planned.

「...」

After listening to Camille's account, Dean still had some doubts. "How did you calculate Sophie's waking time so precisely? You know that's not easy."

Camille smiled.

"Before I acted, I conducted multiple experiments on my own body. After knocking Sophie out, I also injected her twice with the drug, which allowed me to relatively accurately grasp when its effects would wear off.

Also, when I was bored, I had observed the garbage truck driver on this route and knew his habits and approximate arrival time.

Once you grasp these things, timing it wasn't as difficult as you might think.

In fact, I deliberately reduced the dosage. I wanted her to watch herself slowly turn into rotting flesh, just as she had watched others gradually become degenerate."

Camille spoke lightly, a smile on her face, but the content of her words was exceptionally cruel.

"And after that?"