Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke sighed helplessly. “And I thought we could spend our remaining time together peacefully…”

Vanessa gazed at him with her charming electrifying eyes. “Can you take care of them first?”

Luke said, “What if they’ve mistaken us for someone else?” “This is the one! It’s Edgar’s pickup! Kill those son of b*tches!” At the roar, many people locked and loaded their guns.

Luke: “Fine. It seems they didn’t mistake us for someone else. Then there’s no need to feel guilty.”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang!

He killed five of the six men who got out of the cars, and Vanessa shot down the last one.

The whole process took no more than two seconds.

Ignoring the six dead men, Luke turned his head and looked at a car that was slowly making its way over.

When the car drew near, a slightly familiar black baldie greeted him casually from the driver’s seat. “Hey! It seems you don’t need my help anymore.” Luke chuckled. “But thank you for your kindness anyway.” The black baldie laughed, as if amused by Luke’s gratitude.

Luke waved at him. “Goodbye. I must see my girlfriend off now.”

The black baldie simply nodded with a smile.

Luke said in passing, “I wish you a lovely night.”

Immediately, the black-haired girl in the passenger seat grunted angrily in response.

Pretending that he didn’t hear it, Luke hit the gas pedal and sped away.

Some passers-by looked over, but nobody kicked up a fuss; a few deaths in San Pedro Sula at night couldn’t be any more common.

After Luke drove some distance away, Vanessa suddenly said, “Let’s go to the beach.”

Luke did as she asked and drove to a quiet beach.

He took out a towel and lay it out on the flat beach, before he sat down with Vanessa in his

arms.

Staring at the dark sea for a long time, Vanessa suddenly asked, “Will we meet again?”

Luke chuckled. “I’m usually in Los Angeles, except when I’m on business trips. I’m not going anywhere.”

Vanessa was somewhat relieved after hearing that.

She had been feeling a little conflicted after the last few days.

She was very fond of Luke, or rather, she found Luke very attractive. However, that fondness and attraction weren’t enough for her to abandon her free-spirited life.

Also, judging from Luke’s reaction, he didn’t want to cling to her either.

Nevertheless, she was still a little disappointed by it. Now, she had gotten a neutral answer, and one which was most suitable for her.

With Luke’s response, they would no longer be acquaintances who just happened to run into each other, but friends who were comfortable with each other.

Maybe one day, when she missed him, she could meet up with this old friend in Los Angeles under another identity.

That was good enough for Vanessa, who had few friends.

Thinking that, she asked, “What time is it?”

Luke glanced at his watch and said, “Half past eight.” She hummed and said, “I think my flight is at ten twenty.”

Luke said, “I know. I’ll get you there before that.”

Vanessa couldn’t help but glare at the man next to her, but it was hard to make out her fascinating eyes in the darkness by the sea.

She could only turn around and stretch out her long legs as she straddled Luke and looked down at him. “Do you want to stay here and do nothing for the next hour? It’ll only take twenty minutes to get to the airport!” Luke chuckled.

He didn’t get up but simply hugged her thin waist and stroked it gently. “So, we can still discuss interest repayments?”

Vanessa shifted her skirt and moved lower. “We’ve been over this many times. Didn’t you say that compound interest is an option?”

Luke nodded and sighed. “So, there’s no way that I can pay the interest in full?”

Both of them moaned in the middle of their conversation.

By the sea at night, there was still nothing to be heard but the rolling tide crashing onto the beach.

At ten twenty, Luke returned to the previous bar on his own.

Ordering another can of juice, he leaned against the counter lazily.

A few minutes later, another person entered the bar. He smiled when he saw Luke and sat down next to him. “Where’s your girlfriend? Is she gone?”

Luke tapped the counter lazily and said to the bartender. “His drink is on me.”

The man was none other than the black baldie.

He smiled again when he heard that. “I like you, boy. I’d like a tequila pop.”

After the bartender brought the drink over, the black baldie tapped the glass on the counter, and when the drink fizzed with bubbles, he drained it in one gulp.

Luke raised his eyebrow. “Where’s your future ‘girlfriend’? Since you’re drinking here, I’m guessing you crashed and burned?” The black baldie put the glass down and smacked his lips. “She will be my girlfriend, and my wife after that. But it takes time to build love.”

Luke blinked innocently. “So, you crashed and burned?”

The black baldie glared at Luke with the eyes of a bull. “Young man, treasure the beauty of love and don’t waste time. Love is the most precious thing in the world.”

Luke nodded, deep in thought. “Fair enough.”

“But, you crashed and burned?” He sipped calmly on his juice.

The black baldie gazed at him angrily for a while, before he suddenly smiled. “Kid, you’re too young. I personally took her home and confirmed it was her place.”

Amused, Luke gave him a thumbs up. “You’re a pro.”

Smiling proudly, the black baldie suddenly stretched out his hand. “What’s your name? I’m Kincaid.”

Luke shook the man’s hand. “Skywalker.”

Kincaid’s lips twitched. “Are you serious?”

Luke drew his hand back. “As serious as your own name.”

Speechless for a moment, Kincaid drew his hand back as well. “Fine, we’re in the same trade. Your hand doesn’t seem like it, but your technique… well.” He smiled broadly.Pondering for a moment, Luke nodded honestly. “Sort of. I’m a good guy.”

Kincaid agreed with him. “Yes, I’m a good guy too.”

Bullsh*t! Who the hell knows how many people you’ve killed! The same thought popped up in their hearts.

Luke stared at the tattoo on the man’s bald head, which was an image of ravens flying or perched on a bare tree. The strokes were simple and in the simplest black.

After a moment of observation, Luke asked, “Your tattoo is interesting. What does it mean?”

Kincaid replied after a brief silence, “The passing of lives, I guess.” Luke hummed and didn’t ask further. They sank into silence.

At that moment, a dozen men suddenly swarmed the bar.

Holding guns and eyes wide, their fierce gazes swept over the customers in the bar.