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

Chapter 166 The Timid and Bullying Mother and Son_2


Ta Kel's mother, Sama, also had a hard time.

A slap from Dean and a kick from Sarah knocked out four or five of her teeth, and her face swelled up like a pig's head. Because both sides of her face were swollen and she'd lost even more teeth, her speech became slurred and her emotions quite unstable.

This meant everyone had to wait until they regained some composure before they could be questioned.

Dean took the opportunity to approach Sarah, who was standing guard by her daughter, to learn more details about her brother.

Sarah's brother was named Henry, and she had raised him herself. Their parents had died early in an accident, leaving the siblings to depend on each other. Thanks to their parents' insurance money, Sarah finished her studies and became a dance teacher.

This continued until two years ago when Henry held a girl's hand for the first time. He excitedly told Sarah about it.

This made Sarah realize that as Henry grew older, he would eventually leave her. So, after some consideration, she chose Harry, who was considered good-looking within the Black community. She planned to have a child with him and raise it alone—a way to ensure she wouldn't be lonely in the future.

This mindset was quite bizarre. However, in the United States, where internet culture was pervasive, it had become a niche value promoted by some self-proclaimed 'strong women' to showcase their distinctiveness and build their personal brand.

Also, because she now had a daughter, Sarah had grown distant from Henry in the past two years. She had lost the closeness and understanding they once shared with the brother she had raised from a young age. This was especially true since Henry had just turned twelve, the age when children often begin to rebel.

So, after some questioning, Dean learned that twelve-year-old Henry had recently made some new friends, but not much else.

It was after four o'clock in the afternoon.

Harry called Dean to report that Ta Kel, the fourteen-year-old boy who had tried to threaten Dean with a dagger, had woken up but was extremely agitated.

Dean immediately went to the boy's hospital room.

The atmosphere in the hospital room was tense. Ta Kel was holding a piece of broken glass against his neck, the shard already piercing his skin.

Ta Kel's mother, Sama, her face swollen like a pig's head, knelt before him. She was frantically trying to persuade her son not to do anything rash, her words muffled and indistinct. The gash on her neck had stopped bleeding, but this woman seemed to have completely forgotten that her own son had tried to take her hostage with a dagger.

Hawk, who was bald, and several patrol officers watched the scene nervously, not daring to get closer.

Harry stood irritably at the door, not entering. He worried that if he went in, the boy might actually commit suicide. Even if Harry wasn't at fault, it would be hard to clear his name from the ensuing mess.

Seeing Dean, Harry said with a helpless expression, "This little punk woke up while I was on the phone, smashed a water glass, and started this whole drama. Hawk and the others are now regretting not handcuffing the bastard."

Dean glanced at the boy and sneered, "Don't worry. He's the selfish type; he wouldn't have the guts to seriously harm himself!"

With that, he pushed past Harry, strode to the front, and immediately drew everyone's attention.

This was especially true for Ta Kel. The sight of an enemy makes one's blood boil. When Ta Kel saw Dean, he felt a renewed, sharp pain in his treated right hand.

He shouted at Dean, "You bastard, you broke my right hand! Get on your knees and apologize to me right now, or I'll die here and let everyone know you drove the son of a brave police officer to his death!"

"Oh?" Dean responded nonchalantly, then added thoughtfully, "You're currently pointing it at your windpipe. You won't die immediately from that; you can easily be resuscitated. I suggest you move it aside a bit. That's the carotid artery. If it's severed, your blood could spray meters away, and even in a hospital, you might not be saved."

Ta Kel was speechless. He stared blankly. Is he even listening to himself?! This damn detective, faced with my threat to die, isn't just calm—he's actually coaching me on how to do it effectively?

It wasn't just Ta Kel who was taken aback. Hawk and the other officers stared dumbfounded at Dean.

"Buddy," Hawk muttered to Dean, "you're asking for trouble."

Dean feigned puzzlement. His suicide? What's that got to do with me? I'm just a kind-hearted person who can't bear to see this kid misled by movies. I was merely providing some basic human anatomy knowledge. Is that a crime too?

Of course, if Ta Kel actually killed himself, Dean would inevitably face a complaint from Sama. But still, it was as he thought: What did he care? A complaint was just a complaint; no one would die from it. That fellow Lawrence had received hundreds of complaints in a single year, breaking the record for the Los Angeles Detective Bureau, yet he still got transferred to the Fourth Squad and continued his work as a detective.

Sama, who was still kneeling, became agitated when she heard this. Towards her son, who had nearly killed her, she had knelt and begged. Yet now, facing Dean, the man who had saved her, she reacted as if he were an enemy. She scrambled to her feet, flailing her arms, shouting garbled, breathless words as she lunged, trying to claw at Dean's face.

Dean's personality wasn't one to indulge such behavior. His right hand shot out, accurately grabbing Sama by the neck. With a powerful yank, he lifted her—all one hundred-plus pounds of her—and threw her against the ward wall as if she were a dead dog.

THUD.

Sama slid to the ground, curling into a C-shape, in so much pain she could barely breathe.

Hawk and the other officers rushed forward, partly to check her injuries and partly to position themselves between her and Dean, preventing him from delivering any follow-up blows to vent his anger.

Harry stared at Dean with undisguised admiration, as if looking at a demigod. "Dude, your strength is terrifying! Is that Chinese kung fu?!"

To throw a person weighing over a hundred pounds with one hand meant Dean's right hand could likely lift two hundred pounds effortlessly. That was truly astounding.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know any kung fu. I'm just naturally strong!"

He clenched his fist then turned back to the frightened Ta Kel. "Out of respect for your father," Dean said coolly, "we wanted to afford you and your mother some dignity, not play these childish games with you! Now, sit down properly. Tell me, why did you try to kidnap Sarah's daughter!"

What's the best way to deal with a brat throwing a tantrum? Beat them. As long as you don't kill them, beat them half to death! Ta Kel was clearly such an overindulged, spoiled brat.

Facing this ruthless man, Ta Kel obediently dropped the glass shards. His legs trembled as he sat down. "Don't hurt me anymore," he stammered. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Ta Kel was indeed, as Dean had surmised, selfish and callous by nature. He didn't even glance at his mother, who was still lying on the floor.

Dean looked directly into Ta Kel's eyes. "Do you know Henry?" he asked sternly. "And why were you and your mother following Sarah and trying to kidnap her son?"

Ta Kel immediately shook his head. "I don't know anyone named Henry, and I don't know any woman named Sarah. Actually, my mother and I were forced to try and kidnap that strange woman's child today!"

It turned out that Ta Kel's father was a patrol officer. However, thanks to his mother

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