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

Dean originally wanted to take Little Mike away, but Little Mike was unwilling. It wasn't because he couldn't bear to leave. It was just that Little Mike was very familiar with every blade of grass and tree in this place. He could navigate it with his eyes closed, making it convenient for him to wholeheartedly study and research synthetic hormones.

Seeing this, Dean didn't insist. He contacted a team to take care of Little Mike.

"This is the formula." Little Mike handed his most precious possession to Dean, saying, "Dean, there are few people who make me want to communicate. Come to see me when you can. If you could read more books, that would be even better. I've only talked about research with people online, but they aren't as straightforward as you; they like to try and find my location."

Dean carefully hid the formula and said with a smile, "Outstanding people always make others wary. That's the case with you, and so it is with me, which is why we are kindred spirits. In any case, Little Mike, I will do my best to help you recover your lost ability for emotional empathy. Just tell me directly whatever you need."

Little Mike nodded. "Actually, I'd prefer you stayed and lived with me. I am capable of earning money to support you; there's no need for you to waste time with those low-intelligence peers."

Aside from a slight lack of knowledge, Dean could keep up with Little Mike's thought processes in many respects and was a very suitable conversation partner. Crucially, Dean could also manage Little Mike's daily needs. Whether considering it from a self-interest standpoint or the need for communication, Dean was the most suitable partner for him. Little Mike had even considered drugging Dean unconscious and keeping him captive. But after careful calculation, he wisely gave up on the idea. There would be plenty of time in the future. For this 'partner,' Little Mike was overall very satisfied.

Dean had no idea what strange thoughts were running through Little Mike's emotionless mind. He just inexplicably felt a chill on the back of his neck. He glanced at the time. Thinking the weather was getting colder, he said, "I've already borrowed a professional medical team and health management specialists from a friend to come here. They'll take care of you for now. When your body has been properly conditioned, then we'll consider the research."

Little Mike's health was very poor. Dean 'took a risk' by contacting Ross to help. Ross had been busy with something lately and hadn't appeared before Dean for some days. However, he responded very promptly to Dean's request, directly handing over his own health management team to Dean.

Truthfully, if it weren't for the fact that nothing good ever seemed to happen whenever Ross appeared, Dean actually liked this generous friend very much.

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While they waited, under Dean's guidance, the two talked about some of the things Little Mike had discovered online. Little Mike's greatest strength was not actually in learning and researching biology and mechanics, but in his understanding and refinement of network technology. This was his only way to understand the outside world and secretly obtain hidden knowledge.

Through Little Mike, Dean learned that the United States had secretly built biological labs in many places to conduct terrifying biological experiments, and even research so horrifying it could make one's scalp tingle at the mere mention. Beyond that, there were also many private labs deeply involved in organ transplantation, cell science, genetics, and so on, with research levels far surpassing publicly known medical discoveries. For example, for diseases considered deadly by the outside world, like AIDS and certain cancers, these labs had clear treatments and methods, though the prices were frighteningly high. However, these methods were far beyond the reach of ordinary people, who didn't even have the privilege of knowing about them.

In summary, Dean gained a lot from his chat with Little Mike.

Just as the two were engrossed in conversation, Dean's phone rang. The people sent by Ross had arrived.

Little Mike glanced at the several cars outside the villa and said indifferently, "Do I need to Disguise myself as a normal person to interact with them?"

Through his father's teaching and by simulating what he learned from movies and TV shows, he could Disguise emotional fluctuations in real life. But because he couldn't truly understand them, it always seemed a bit odd.

Dean shook his head. "Just pretend you're a kid who has just lost a relative and doesn't like to talk. These people are just temporary. Once I've earned money with your formula, I'll build a special base for you and find suitable assistants."

"Like Source of Sorrow?"

"No, much better. Because in my plan, it's a trump card, a means of self-preservation... something very important overall, and you are the core. So I need you to have a decent body before that."

"Okay, in the long term, that seems more beneficial for me. I will try to keep myself in standby mode, but I need an exact timeline, as I'm worried I may not live to adulthood." Little Mike looked down. "I hope to genuinely feel joy, sorrow, yearning, and affection before I die... not just through guesses and simulated Disguise."

Dean said, "...You will!"

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Dean opened the villa doors. Several cars, along with two medical vehicles, were stopped outside the estate. The medical team and health specialists sent by Ross totaled over twenty people. The majority would leave after formulating a plan, while a few would stay to care for Little Mike.

After brief introductions and identity verification, Little Mike was taken to a medical vehicle to begin a detailed examination.

For some reason, as Dean awaited the results, Little Mike's recent words kept replaying in his mind, making him somewhat irritable. Damn it, I can't have just found a competent subordinate for him to die on me, right?!