Super Detective in the Fictional World

Ignoring the approaching gangsters, Luke shouted again, “This is LAPD! Drop your weapons and follow our instructions, or I’ll open fire!”

His provocation riled them up again, and they cursed and yelled once more.

At that moment, a dozen more people ran out of the bungalow, and some of them were especially trigger-happy. “Ah! Cops! Go to hell!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

One of them raised his gun and fired at Luke.

Galvanized by how gutsy he was, the man’s colleagues raised their guns and shot at Luke too.

Distracted by Luke, nobody noticed that Selina had moved Miss Jenny to their car thirty meters away. Selina was also talking on the police intercom. “We’re under attack by a group of armed thugs. There are more than thirty of them. We need backup. Repeat, we need backup.”

Sitting in the backseat, Miss Jenny observed the battle through the windshield in fear.

After Selina was done, Jenny finally asked in a trembling voice, “You’re not going to help your partner?”

Selina didn’t look at her, but simply observed their surroundings with the cameras on the car.

Luke himself had installed those cameras. There were twelve of them on the left, right, top and bottom of the car, leaving no blind angles.

The glass was bulletproof too, and the important parts of the car had a double layer of bulletproofing. Luke had modified the engine using Bell’s and Tony Stark’s abilities, otherwise it wouldn’t be able to power this bulletproof car.

So, there was no reason for Selina to get out.

She was now in the driver’s seat. If anything went wrong, this car itself would be a great weapon that could kill a lot of people when it was fast enough – it would be much more effective than shooting.

Also, Luke’s signal had indicated that he didn’t need her help for now.

Luke had already slipped away from the Ford SUV.

According to the simple test he had performed that morning, his Strength was now twelve times that of a regular person.

Together with his Dexterity, which was four times that of a regular person, he was able to dash twenty meters in two seconds.

Observing the environment for a moment, he confirmed that he was safe with his Sharp Nose. He chose a few possible locations for cover, then raised his gun.

Bang! Bang!

Two guys who were busy shooting and yelling cried and collapsed with bullets in their legs.

The WD-36 gangsters were stunned, with no idea what happened. How had that boy shot their people when he was hiding behind a car?

Luke took out a mirror and looked into it.

He was surprised that none of the gangsters were facing his direction.

He craned his head again.

Bang! Bang!

Another two gangsters screamed and fell, gripping their legs.

If he had the instincts of a super shooter, he wouldn’t need to aim at all, and would be able to hit a couple of targets using the instinctive reactions of his body.

But instincts could only be nurtured with both talent and experience.

Luke had enough Strength and Dexterity, but he had no experience.

With that in mind, it might be better for him to add 20 to Mental Strength.

To activate a number of super abilities, it was a prerequisite that all his basic attributes reach 20.

Physical Outburst and Curve Shooting from the female shooter Rebecca, for example, demanded 20 Mental Strength as a prerequisite.

He had to level up and increase his Mental Strength. He only needed one level-up for that, anyway. Thinking that, Luke looked at the confused WD-36 gangsters.

Last time, he had killed the gang’s third in command. Could he wipe out the top two leaders of the gang in this quest to reap experience?

That way, the case that Elsa gave him could be closed. After all, if WD-36 was completely destroyed, it wouldn’t be able to sell weed in Beverly Hills anymore.

As his thoughts flashed through his mind, Luke looked at the gang members in his mirror, and craned his head again when nobody was looking at him.

Bang! Bang!

“Ahhhhhhh!” This time, it wasn’t just the victims of his gunshots, but several of the other more high-strung gangsters also screamed before they fled.

Luke was lost for words. Why are you running when you haven’t been shot yet?

Their cries were so loud that some neighbors opened their windows to see what was going on.

Luke could only switch positions and hide in the flowers and grass.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Using the plants as cover gave him more time, and he hit another four gangsters.

At this point, the gangsters seemed to finally realize what was going on. They yelled and looked for cover.

Luke, however, had moved to a different location. Hiding in a tree behind the bungalow, he smiled at the stupid gangsters.

He had taken down a dozen of their colleagues before they finally realized that they needed cover. Clearly, they had slow reflexes.

Their lousy performance wasn’t surprising, however, since these gangsters only took advantage of ordinary people or other gangsters who weren’t any stronger than they were.

In the car, Miss Jenny asked in shock, “Wait, is this all the work of Detective… Luther?”

Selina glared at the rich girl in the rearview mirror and said, “His name is Luke, not Luther, alright?”

Miss Jenny said awkwardly. “Well, I was too scared just now, and I didn’t quite catch his name.”

Selina chuckled coldly.

Jenny couldn’t help but shiver at the sound. She asked, “Can I borrow some clothes?”

Selina rolled her eyes and searched in a box, before she threw something into the backseat. “There’s nothing but this.”

Jenny said, “Isn’t this too small?”

What Selina had given her was a common towel that was fifty centimeters long and twenty centimeters wide – it could only serve as a short skirt at most.

How could she ward off the cold with that?

Selina said, “We usually leave our house dressed, not like you coming out naked.”

After a brief silence, Jenny argued timidly, “Actually, I didn’t come out willingly; they kidnapped me…”

“Sigh, just a minute.” Selina did find it outrageous to just give her a towel.