Super Detective in the Fictional World

awny, drew most of the pursuers away.
He pushed forward firmly over the rooftops of the slums, and reminded Luke of the parkour genius Reto in France.

On the other side, the other man and the woman seized the chance to flee.
The distance gradually widened, and it looked like they would be able to escape.

But in the next instant, Luke heard gunfire ring out near the bald man.
A window shattered a moment later as another bald man came charging out hot on the heels of the first bald man.

Luke was a little befuddled.
What’s this? Everybody’s bald and brawny? Don’t tell me this is a brotherhood drama of mutual love and hate?

But he very quickly came back to his senses.

Putting aside the baldie in the front, the one behind clearly had standard operating equipment on him.

Looking at the badge which swung on a chain around the baldie’s neck, Luke was speechless.
Had he run into a colleague here?

Naturally, to dare wear a badge so openly here, it was most likely the FBI.
The DEA preferred to keep their identities under wraps, while the CIA wasn’t in the habit of revealing themselves.

The FBI was federal police.
It wasn’t wrong to say that they were Luke’s colleagues, but it wasn’t likely that they were here on the same case.

There weren’t that many suspects in Luke’s case.

It could only be said that there were too many cases in Rio.

Luke sighed and watched as the chaotic chase and gunshots moved downward.
Finally, with one last burst of concentrated gunfire, everything quieted down.

Only then did Luke walk down unhurriedly.

Passing by the end of a street, he stood on tiptoe behind the crowd as if he were just another innocent and curious passer-by.

The bodies of almost ten masked criminals were lying on the ground with their guns.
Several men in bulletproof vests were discussing something.
The second baldie was one of them.

Luke only gave them a few quick glances before he turned around and walked away.
He wasn’t wrong; these people were from America.

Their actions, bearing and manner of speech were typical of the standard law enforcement teams.
Their firearms were also top-class.
Mercenaries wouldn’t wear FBI badges.
If they went on a killing spree in Rio in broad daylight with FBI badges, that was just asking for trouble.

But why was the FBI here? Luke very quickly tossed the boring question to the back of his mind.

There were too many cases in Rio.
He would cross that bridge when he came to it.

He got on a bus and studied the routes on the tourist map.

A moment later, he got off and took another bus.

He was quite relaxed as he appreciated the view outside the window.

At the very least, he had gotten off to a good start and had something to show for it.

As long as he had a lead to track down Lisa’s whereabouts, it would be easy to deal with the remaining problems.

The thing he hated most when working cases was a lack of leads.

As long as there were leads, nothing was too difficult for him.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Luke took the bus to the seaside and had lunch in a small restaurant.

Public hygiene wasn’t bad in Rio, or at least, in the tourist areas and the city center.
There were no widespread illnesses here.

Also, as long as you weren’t planning to go into the jungle, a yellow fever vaccine usually wasn’t necessary.

As Luke looked at the girls in bikinis who were slowly gathering on the beach not far from the restaurant, he felt, for the first time, that his extraordinary eyesight wasn’t good enough.

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