Super Detective in the Fictional World

Thus, Riley Noyes wasn’t an official assassin of the Fraternity yet. Only she and Rebecca privately used the name Bloodmint between them.

If she mastered Curve Shooting and was promoted as an official assassin, Riley Noyes would have used Bloodmint as her codename.

That was why Bloodmint was quick to trust Luke

When Diego Garcia died earlier, there had been another notification from the system which had made Luke’s hard work worth it.

System: Help Riley Noyes eliminate major members of the Garcia family. Completed.

Total experience: 5,000. Total credit: 5,000. Contribution rate: 60%. EXP +3,000. Credit +3,000. Luke mulled over this for a moment. He had only killed around thirty men. Even counting Garcia’s capture, he shouldn’t have earned more than two thousand credit points.

The system had also given him a lot of experience points for helping Bloodmint, who must’ve killed a lot of members of Garcia’s family.

Bloodmint cried for more than ten minutes, until she passed out again from exhaustion.

Luke helped her up again and sent her to a secret safe house before he left.

After he got home, he wrinkled his nose, but didn’t say anything. He took a shower and went off to do his own thing.

In Selina’s room, Dollar’s ears twitched.

It was already very familiar with Luke’s footsteps, so it didn’t wake up.

A certain alien dog head, however, was using the dog’s ears to listen cautiously to the sounds outside. It was only a long while later that it finally relaxed and entered a resting state.

The next day, Selina woke up at seven as usual.

Ever since Gold Nugget appeared, she was less likely to sleep in.

It wasn’t that the alien dog head would wake her up, but that she didn’t need as much sleep anymore after her physique improved.

Before, sleeping seven to eight hours after hard training was the most comfortable. Now, six hours of sleep was more than enough for her, and she would wake on her own. She couldn’t fall asleep again after that even if she wanted to.

Looking at Luke who was making breakfast, she asked, “Are you alright?”.

Luke turned his head. “What’s wrong?”

Selina thought for a moment before she replied, “I feel like you aren’t in a good mood.”

Luke shrugged. “Maybe. I can’t always be in a good mood every day.”

Selina couldn’t help but look away. “You… aren’t mad, are you?”

Luke found that strange. “Mad? Not at all.”

Looking at her expression, he smiled. “Alright, you can’t keep the fact that you’re beating people up from me. It’s fine as long as you remember, safety first.”

Selina released a long breath of relief.

The dog head outside the kitchen also sighed in relief and began to whine.

Luke rolled his eyes. “Breakfast will be ready soon, stop whining.”

Selina took out the milk and oatmeal and sat down at the dining table. She then opened up the morning news on her tablet.

That was originally Luke’s habit. He liked to check if he had overlooked anything in his operation from what the well-informed reporters said.

Selina had recently picked up the same habit.

Increasing the volume slightly, she poured the milk over her oatmeal.

“There was a major explosion last night at a factory on the east side of Los Angeles. The cause of the explosion is still unclear. We now turn to the police department’s brief on the case…

“A massive gunfight was believed to have taken place last night under an overpass. When police rushed to the scene, however, they didn’t find any victims, bullets or firearms… “But three hundred meters away from the overpass, a female African American FBI agent was found dead from gunshots. An eyewitness report has revealed the suspicion that the agent was killed by a detective from the eastside police department…” Selina exclaimed in surprise. At that moment, Luke came out with a steamer. “Go get it yourself, it’s done.”

Selina and Dollar scuttled into the kitchen. A moment later, Selina came back out with a steamer in each hand, while Dollar was balancing a plate on its head with a stack of steamers on it.

Putting down the steamers in her hands and helping Dollar move the steamers from its head, she popped a bun into her mouth and tipped out the buns from a steamer into Dollar’s food bowl as she mumbled, “What an embarrassment for the eastside department. They haven’t figured out the judge’s death yet, and they’ve actually killed someone from the FBI?”

As they ate the buns, Luke looked at a face displayed on the tablet.

“…Detective Stan McCall is a level two detective in the Major Crimes Division on the east side. We’ve tried contacting him through various methods, but to no avail. This detective is now missing, which makes this case even more baffling…”

Luke narrowed his eyes and stared at the picture for a moment. He vaguely felt that the man looked familiar.

He remembered in a flash, and his hands couldn’t help pausing for a moment.

Wasn’t this man the unlucky bastard he had used as a shield and who was riddled with bullets by his comrades?

He looked at the system notifications, and indeed found the man’s name.

System: Kill Stan McCall, a dirty cop bought out by the Garcia family. Completed. Total experience: 200. Total credit: 200.

Seeing that, he knew that McCall wasn’t anything good.

This man had caused the deaths of at least five innocent people.

So, his death was well-deserved.

Luke searched his memories and remembered that McCall had reeked of gunpowder and the smell of a woman’s blood; it probably belonged to that FBI agent.

Back then, Luke thought that the guy had killed civilians under the overpass, so he simply shot him in the head.

He was too focused on eliminating the criminals and preventing them from hurting the civilians to notice that there was a dirty cop among them.

This time, the eastside police department was in serious trouble.

But it’s not my business at all, is it? Luke shook his head with a smile and continued eating.

After breakfast, Luke showed his face at the police department and in passing asked Elsa about the situation on the east side. It was basically as he had expected. After explaining it briefly, Elsa looked at him suspiciously. “You’re not going to look into those cases, are you?” Luke quickly shook his head. “I’m not an idiot. That responsibility is too big.” Elsa was relieved. “It’s good that you know that. It looks like the director of the eastside police department will have to step down.”

Luke was stunned. “Seriously?” “The rumor is that all these incidents are related to that detective from the Major Crimes Division, who’s always been one of the director’s men. It now remains to be seen if the director can prove his innocence,” Elsa added.

After hearing the gossip, Luke tactfully took his leave.

When he came out, he saw Sonia and Selina talking

He walked over to them. “Any more exciting news? A lot happened on the east side last night.”

Sonia’s tone was low as usual. “I already told Selina. You can ask her later. But HQ has already made their dissatisfaction clear, and wants to thoroughly tidy up the east side.”