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

Daniel also bit her lip. "There may be some misunderstanding between us, but you speak clearly and logically, so you should still have self-control. I hope you can let Agent Detrov leave, and I'll stay here with you!"

Detrov looked at Daniel with tears in his eyes.

Who would have thought that this usually aloof criminal psychology expert would be so kind?

Dean shook his head. "Once he leaves, some things will become unclear. And you don't have to pretend anymore. During the explosion in the XX Black community, you were also at the scene. Although you lowered your voice when you spoke to that man, it was too amateurish; you were still using your natural voice."

That's right! Daniel was the partner of the man who had committed that ghastly suicide. The man who committed suicide was responsible for detonating the bomb and eliminating any loose ends. She was responsible for monitoring police movements on the periphery and providing informational support.

When Daniel heard what Dean said, her body stiffened, knowing she had been exposed.

She sighed. "If I had known, I would have made sure Mike Smith's case was handled by another jurisdiction. I never imagined that the Fourth Squad, established less than a year ago, would have such an impressive detective."

Saying this, Daniel revealed the watch on her wrist and pulled open her loose coat, exposing rows of yellow cylindrical sticks, each as thick as an average person's thumb. "This is a kilogram of high-purity TNT explosive sticks, which can be detonated remotely. They're also connected to my pulse watch. Once I trigger the detonation or my heart stops beating, BOOM~"

She gave a maniacal smile.

"Imagine the power of two hundred grenades exploding at the same time! The entire upper and lower floors here will turn into rubble, the building will collapse, and countless patients, medical staff, and their families in this entire inpatient department will become a cold set of numbers because of you. Do you want to try it?"

They might not be professional criminals, but as academic prodigies, refining and preparing high-concentration powerful explosives and designing ingenious detonation devices were a piece of cake for them!

Detrov was already scared silly.

He sniffled, slumped to the ground, and looked at Dean despairingly, stuttering, "It's real TNT!"

Dean decisively turned the gun around, switched off the safety, and threw it in front of Daniel. "Alright, you win. I admit defeat. As the victor, could you satisfy one of my curiosities?"

Daniel picked up Dean's pistol, her previously trembling body regaining composure.

Heh. So you're afraid of dying too.

She generously said, "You may."

"This 'Source of Pain' you belong to—did Mike Smith create it all by himself?"

Daniel nodded readily. "That bastard. When we were young, he brainwashed us and led us step by step into degeneration. Funnily enough, when it came to his son, he tried to deceive us. In the end, we gave him a meticulously planned purification."

"Got it." Dean nodded with satisfaction, smiling. "In return, I'll tell you something."

"What?"

Daniel glanced at the time on her watch, still appearing very magnanimous. She hadn't expected to be exposed during this visit. She had originally planned to secretly plant the explosives to silence her captured accomplice. She never imagined Dean would recognize her.

But now she had the situation under control. The gun and explosives were in her hands.

She couldn't think of any reason she would lose!

What a foolish woman, Dean thought. He lowered his head, his voice taking on a deep timbre as he asked, "Have you ever seen American-style Iaijutsu?"