Super Detective in the Fictional World

You can drop this case now.”

Luke shrugged.
“Deputy Director Bill was there.
I’m not qualified to look into this case even if I wanted to.”

Dustin looked calm but secretly scoffed, You think I don’t know how ballsy you are? If I didn’t specifically say anything, you would be wiping the DEA’s asses for them.

Luke’s earliest kill record was of thirteen shooters from a drug gang in one night.

Dustin didn’t think that Luke would go easy on any other drug traffickers.

Besides, Luke had already cleaned up a number of drug traffickers and shooters during the day.
In the afternoon, Luke had delivered two shooters to the DEA, and one sniper to the police department.
That night, three shooters were shot in the head, while one was shot three times in the abdomen, and died before he reached the hospital.
There were no survivors.

Dustin was certainly scared of how efficient Luke was at sending people to the morgue.

After his instruction, Dustin said, “Alright, you can go back now.
There’s work to do tomorrow.” He got up and left.

The other three people rose and saw their boss off.

Elsa picked up her purse and said, “Okay, we’ve finally closed one case today.
Let’s keep trying tomorrow.” Luke snorted and walked out with Selina.
Shutting the door for Elsa, he asked, “Boss, aren’t you going to praise us?”.

Elsa said without looking back, “Forget it; it’ll be good enough if I don’t have to take responsibility for the other two cases you’re working on.”

Luke was silent.

He wasn’t an idiot.

A lot of wrangling would be involved in the other two cases.

When it came to wrangling, Dustin and Elsa were professionals, and Luke only needed to work the cases.

Elsa wasn’t asking Luke to promise it wouldn’t happen; she was merely reminding him not to cross the line, or the pressure on her and Dustin would be too much.

The three of them went their separate ways.

After dinner at home, Luke began to go through the information.

He felt a little regret.

The gang that had put out the hit on Palmer was probably 23rd Street, which was a fairly large criminal group in Los Angeles.
It was also one of Luke’s key targets, and he had cleared several of the gang’s nests.

The shooters weren’t from 23rd Street, however, but another smaller gang called Hellish Mushroom.

When Luke annihilated the members of WD-36, he had triggered conflict among the gangs, and the crime rate in Los Angeles had jumped.

Now that the DEA had their eye on 23rd Street, Luke could take advantage of it.

Once the DEA’s revenge operation began, there would be a lot of movement, whether it was the police or the gangs; it wouldn’t be unusual for other gangs to move against 23rd Street.

Luke started to plot; he was sure everybody would be happy to see the smaller groups, which had popped up after WD-36 broke down, disappear.

The next morning, Selina was surprised to see Luke, who had just cleaned up, walk out of his bedroom.
“You haven’t made breakfast yet?”

Luke chuckled.
“I like a lie-in every now and then too, you know, unlike a certain someone who can sleep to eight o’clock every day.” Selina snorted.
“But how many people have to train until midnight, and can only go to bed at one?”

Luke said, “Which is why I’ve made new snacks for you today.”

Selina had already rushed into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

She knew that Luke wouldn’t allow her to touch the food until she had cleaned up.