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

Dean's voice trailed off. At the end of the inner hall's corridor, a door was pushed open, and a sweet-looking woman with an impatient expression stepped out. The woman was none other than Niel.

She hadn't expected these long-unseen kin to be so obnoxious, trying to persuade her even after she had clearly stated she had a boyfriend. What did they take her for? If it weren't for the New York Lucchese Family's support during her mother's early years, she would have turned her back and left long ago.

Niel's arrival captured all the attention in the hall. They all knew Niel. Before Niel's arrival, their elders had reminded them not to make Niel hostile toward the Lucchese Family. After all, Niel's mother's influence had already surpassed that of the waning Lucchese Family.

Blood ties are no match for the ravages of time. Moreover, Niel had only visited this place as a very young child with her mother, so she actually didn't feel much attachment to these people.

Niel wasn't intimidated by the stares of the crowd. She squeezed a smile onto her face, walked into the hall, and prepared to greet her cousins before leaving gracefully. Just as she was about to speak, a familiar face caught her eye.

Niel was startled, thinking she was seeing things. That person should be busy with his cases in Los Angeles right now. How could he possibly have time to appear at the Lucchese Family's residence in New York? She must have seen wrong. Niel was dazed.

Dean wasn't about to just fade into the background. He walked straight up to Niel and, under the wide-eyed stares of everyone, seized her right hand, gave it a gentle kiss, squeezed her plump little hand, and said with a smile, "Let's get reacquainted. I'm Dean Lucches, little cousin."

The third-generation mafiosos beside them had varied expressions as they watched this brazen scene, admiring their cousin's boldness while also turning to look at Dick. The elders had told them to be nice to Niel, to handle her with care. This cousin, however, not only kissed her hand but also began toying with it in public. True to his reputation as a cold-blooded killer, his courage was immense! Awesome! Rock!

Dick's complexion turned pale. He quickly stepped between them, saying somewhat meekly, "Niel, I'm sorry, this is my cousin. He just had a little drink, so..."

"Dean?!" Niel, however, shoved Dick aside. Dragging her long evening gown, she walked straight up to Dean. She pinched his face and nose to confirm that what was before her wasn't an illusion, then joy lit up her face. "Why are you here in New York?"

Right now, she was surprised, delighted, and puzzled. And why was Dean calling her cousin? It was embarrassingly intimate.

Dean squeezed her face hard, a fierce yet tender look in his eyes, and said gently, "Because I heard someone was trying to bully my woman, so I came over to see who was so bold!"

Niel, who was already somewhat upset by Diss and his group, felt aggrieved and touched by Dean's words. Her eyes welled up, and she said emotionally, "Dean, I'm touched, but it's okay. They wouldn't dare bully me."

This slightly corny, sweet nothing is quite potent when a woman feels slighted. In that moment, Niel's heart filled with a sense of security and emotion. She wished she could drag Dean to get a marriage license right then and there, never to be parted. As for being called 'cousin'? She couldn't care less!

Of course, getting a marriage license right away wasn't possible. But that didn't stop Niel from expressing her feelings through her actions. She hugged Dean, stood on tiptoes, and before everyone, sealed Dean's lips with hers, passionately expressing her fervent heart. In front of her lover, she didn't care where they were; she just wanted Dean to know the emotion and passion in her heart!

Dick, who had been pushed aside, watched everything before him, utterly bewildered. A corny pickup line. Was this the cousin who had refused the seven or eight young gentlemen her brother introduced, now taken by Cousin Dean just like that? Damn it! Not even the cheesiest romance movies would dare script this!

The other men and women standing farther away now looked at Dean with nothing but admiration and reverence. It had taken just three seconds for the rich heiress to kiss him主动献吻.

Dean, enjoying Niel's enthusiasm and feeling content, was about to pull away and say something when his gaze suddenly turned cold. He looked towards the conference room.

A handsome man, about seventy percent similar to Dick but much more mature, was just exiting with a group of formally dressed middle-aged men and women. He met Dean's gaze head-on. He looked slightly startled, as if puzzled about who Dean was. But when he clearly saw the back of the person embracing and kissing Dean, rage surged uncontrollably in his chest.

This wretch! I painstakingly selected young gentlemen from the Buiano family for her to choose from. But this wretch didn't even glance at them and flatly rejected me! And now, the moment she steps out of the conference room, she's kissing some pretty boy. Is she doing this just to spite me?

Seeing his expression change, Dean guessed this must be Dick's older brother, Diss. He provocatively raised an eyebrow at him, then picked up Niel, who was clinging to him, and headed straight out. The mood was set; he couldn't disappoint Niel's enthusiasm.

The crowd, seeing this, parted to make way, clearing a path to a private room. Dick also quickly gestured to a waiter, having him lead the way for Dean, to ensure the couple, whose relationship was developing at an absurd speed, had a wonderful evening.

Upon seeing this scene, Diss's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Ever since Grandfather started transferring power to me step by step, no one on this turf has dared to provoke me like this!

He exhaled a hot breath, a pleasant smile on his handsome face. With the group behind him, he stepped forward and patted his younger brother's shoulder. "Dick, who is this?"

Dick snapped back to reality. Looking at his smiling brother, his heart skipped a beat. He replied hesitantly, "This is Laine's grandson, Dean."

"Dean?" Information about the man immediately surfaced in Diss's mind. In just three months, he had risen from a trainee detective in Los Angeles to captain—someone he had intended to win over! But as far as he knew, Niel had been living in Las Vegas since arriving in the United States a while ago. How could she know someone as insignificant as Dean?

A sigh escaped Diss. Dean was a clansman he had high hopes for, even considering how to woo and invest in him. Unfortunately, he shouldn't have touched Niel. In his plans, she wasn't just for a marriage alliance; she was crucial to the Lucchese Family's current precarious situation. That was why Grandfather had agreed to cooperate with him and approach a junior. Therefore... he could only destroy this clansman whose promising future was so apparent!

Numerous ruthless schemes flashed through Diss's mind. Yet, he patted Dick's shoulder without any change in expression. "This Dean rose to become a captain in such a short time; he's a very capable clansman. Dick, you must treat him well."

"No problem, but..." Dick, well aware of his older brother's character, hesitated. "Dean seems to have known Niel for some time. Could this affect your plans, big brother?"

Diss spread his hands. "Isn't that even better?

"If the two of them could come together, it would also be a good opportunity for us to re-establish a relationship with Niel's mother.

"It's always a good thing.

"Alright.

"Dick, Grandfather is waiting for you in the conference room. Go ahead!"

Dick glanced at his magnanimous big brother with admiration and headed toward the corridor leading from the main hall.

However, after they parted ways, a cold sneer appeared on Dick's lips. Oh, big brother, still so hypocritical... Too bad you didn't notice the way Cousin Niel looks at Cousin Dean!

He knew his big brother must be cooking up some sinister plan. Perhaps this was his chance.

「Elsewhere.」

Dean, holding Niel, waited until the attendant closed the door, then whispered a few words in Niel's ear. Seeing her bashful expression, he walked into the bathroom, pulled out his cellphone, and called Amon.

"Dean?" Amon sounded somewhat dazed, slurring, "What's up?"

"Help me kill someone."

"Who?"

"Diss Lucchese!"

Upon hearing the name, Amon exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't you at the Lucchese family's party right now? Why would you suddenly want to kill him?"

"You've been monitoring me!" Dean's voice grew cold.

At that moment, on the other end of the phone, Amon sobered up instantly, wishing he could slap himself. Damn! Because of his upcoming promotion, he, who normally abstained from alcohol, couldn't resist drinking quite a bit today, so his mind wasn't as clear!

Amon shook his drunken head. "Listen, don't blame me. It's mainly because the marksmanship you displayed on the plane was too sharp; it didn't match your previous file. So, I hoped to get to know the real you.

"It's just a professional habit; I meant no harm!"

A habit of controlling everything? Dean scoffed inwardly. He knew this was primarily because of the disparity in their status. Still, Amon's actions annoyed him.

Seeing Dean remain silent, Amon tried to remedy the situation. "Okay, I promise it won't happen again. Also, when would you like to take care of Diss Lucchese?"

To him, snuffing out a scion of a declining Mafia family was like crushing an insect. This was the reality. Normally, they weren't bothered with, but only because these insects served a purpose.

When the nation is strong and prosperous, those who operated outside the legitimate system, unless they were 'black gloves' or had overt businesses supporting them, with extensive networks and control over significant aspects of public life, were nothing but easily crushed insects in the face of the state's instruments of force.

Dean wasn't ready to fall out with Amon. Suppressing his irritation, he said, "If possible, I hope to hear news of his accidental death within an hour!"

"No problem!" Amon, his little scheme exposed, readily agreed. "It won't take that long. I remember we have someone infiltrated in this small family. At most, in half an hour, you'll hear about his sudden heart attack."

Amon had seen the corpses on the plane; he knew how cold-bloodedly Dean handled matters. If not absolutely necessary, he didn't want to clash with this direct disciple of Anthony.

Poor Diss, still contemplating how to scheme against Dean, was unaware that Dean was far more ruthless. If annoyed, Dean wouldn't let the night pass before killing!

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After hanging up, Dean stashed away all his ammunition and weapons and returned to the room. He first glanced outside. Attendants were on guard, ready to serve those inside at a moment's notice.

Good. It looks like I'll need to make a bit of a commotion later.

Dean smiled to himself and walked over to the large bed covered with an expensive eiderdown blanket. Niel was very well-behaved. She had already adopted the demeanor of a dignified lady, holding her posture, imitating the noblewomen she had seen, her sweet face wearing a proud, untouchable expression...

It was foreseeable that Dean's mood tonight would be very pleasant.