Super Detective in the Fictional World

nd of rolling bodies as two criminals who crept over fell down the stairs.

The tattooed man’s heart was utterly cold as he watched Luke’s each and every move.

This guy was too relaxed.
He was definitely a professional! The tattooed man replied quickly, “I – I don’t know…”

Bang! “Ahhhhh!”

The man writhed on the floor again; Luke had shot his right hand.
He said, “Tell me the answer, or you’ll die an even more painful death.”

The tattooed man despaired.
He didn’t know a lot, and it didn’t long to spit out everything on Christophe’s gang.

After getting the intelligence he needed, Luke raised his gun.
“A word of advice: In your next life, don’t rob anyone when you can do business with them.” The tattooed man pleaded, “Can you…”

Bang!

“Hm, of course not!” Luke answered the unfinished question with action.

Grabbing the guns off the bodyguards and taking back the ten thousand dollars from the dead boss, Luke smiled at the big boy who had been silently observing everything from a corner.

“See that? If you want to be a bad guy, you might run into me again in the future; me, I love running into bad guys the most.” He stepped out of the room.
“I wish you a lifetime of good luck.”

Bang! Bang!

Another two screams rang out as two more criminals who had been coming over were taken down.

Then there was a chaotic burst of gunfire.
A moment later, someone yelled outside, “Where is he?”

“I don’t see him…”

“Hurry up and check on the boss…”

“Boss… the boss is dead.
Mario and Sanchez are dead too! Ah! They’re all dead…”

The teenager in the corner watched everybody pour in and yell as they gathered around the boss’s body.

Looking at the boss whose head had been blown up, what happened flashed through the teenager’s head, and the words seemed to echo in his ear: Me, I love running into bad guys the most.

That smiling face seemed to pop up again with those words.

The teenager couldn’t help but shudder, and he stealthily withdrew from the noisy room.
Once he was far, far away, he finally raised his hand which was still holding the unopened lollipop.

He hadn’t pointed the gun at Luke because of this lollipop

And because of this lollipop, he was the only person in that room to survive.

Raising the gun in his other hand and hearing the noise from the house in the distance, the teenager thought for a moment, then stuck the gun behind his back before he slipped home.

While everybody was panicking, Luke had already passed through a gap between two buildings.

Flitting between a dozen buildings, he came out onto a “main” road.

A two-way bike lane definitely counted as a main road in the slums.

The moment he jumped out of the gap between the buildings, Luke instantly reverted back to normal and leisurely followed a group of tourists who just passed by.
The tour guide spoke Chinese, and there were plenty of people in the group who were from China too, which made Luke feel quite close to them.

The ruckus dozens of meters away was already very faint, and Luke listened to the tour guide’s explanation with keen interest.

A middle-aged woman in the group suddenly noticed Luke.
She asked curiously, “Ni hao xiang bu shi wo men tuan de (You don’t seem to be from our group?)?”

Luke smiled.

The woman stared blankly at his easy-going smile, before she patted her forehead.
“Wang le.
Ni shi wai guo ren.
Ting bu dong zhong guo hua de (I forgot.
You’re a foreigner.
You don’t understand Chinese).”

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