Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 115 Selecting a Target, and Attack

Thus, Luke talked to Bell and asked her for a bunch of tiny balls.

The balls were very small but heavy. It was easy for Luke to cause a dent in a criminal’s head by throwing a ball at them.

He could also cripple the enemy if he hit them in their joints.

With the balls, he knocked guns out of the hands of numerous gangsters and put a stop to several robberies as well as one rape. He didn’t even reveal himself when he threw the balls from ten meters away.

As for fingerprints? Naturally, he wore gloves.

Luke was rather tempted by how he could earn credit simply by wandering the streets.

New York, the capital of crime, was truly the best place for him to reap experience and credit.

There were countless petty crimes, which meant countless experience and credit.

Luke didn’t feel like he had done anything by the end of the day, but he earned more than 130 experience and credit points each day.

However, Luke couldn’t stay here for the long term yet.

As a great battlefield, New York would be visited by many super villains, superheroes, and even alien fleets.

Luke was too weak to be part of that yet.

Any one of them could easily wipe him out.

One of the advantages of the chaos in New York was that he could attempt his first robbery here.

It wouldn’t matter if he failed. He could learn from the failure and do a better job in the future.

In the end, he focused on a bunch of drug dealers in Queens, mostly because it was only a ten-minute ride from his apartment.

There were several suitable targets in Brooklyn, too, but they were too far away.

Luke checked out their hideout during the day and figured out the basic layout. He decided to take action that night.

In the afternoon, Luke stayed in his apartment and unhurriedly painted a mask.

A long time later, he finally put down the mask in satisfaction and blew it dry with a hair dryer.

It would only be used once and didn’t have to be impeccable.

When Elsa returned that night, Luke said hi, then shut his door.

At ten o’clock, it became quiet next door. Luke knew that Elsa must’ve fallen asleep.

Elsa had been reading files in the police department the whole day. She had to be exhausted.

Luke left the apartment with a black backpack.

There were few surveillance cameras in this area. Luke soon changed clothes and made himself look much brawnier than he actually was.

Sergei had been discovered before thanks to a computer simulation. Luke had learned his lesson.

The backpack further disrupted the line of his back.

He also changed into a bigger pair of shoes.

With his cloak, it was impossible for anyone to see his face after he put on the hood.

Luke took a cab a block away from his apartment and headed for his destination tonight, which was a bar.

Instead of going into the bar, he entered the alley behind it and stepped up onto a dumpster and went over a wall.

Behind the wall was an old apartment building.

Hiding in a corner, Luke changed clothes again.

Two minutes later, Luke examined himself. Satisfied that nothing was wrong, he put on the backpack and walked into the apartment building unhurriedly.

The time-worn walls of the building were dark and dilapidated.

Luke reached the third floor. After he turned a corner, he saw a short fatty who was listening to music with earphones.

The fatty didn’t notice Luke until Luke was only five meters away from him.

He raised his head, only to see a gun pointed at him.

The fatty opened his mouth, but didn’t dare say anything

Luke gestured at the fatty to open the door and lie on the ground.

In the next moment, the fatty was knocked out.

Withdrawing his fist, Luke searched the fatty, then shook his head regretfully.

The fatty had nothing but a knife on him.

Holding the knife in his hand, Luke took a deep breath, then activated Sharp Nose.

Numerous scent lines took shape, enabling him to discern how many people there were inside the room.

There were six men and a woman!

Two of them were on the left, two in the middle, two on the right, and the last one was in the bathroom.

Luke walked into the room as if he were a regular visitor.

A black man playing a video game on the right was stunned. “What the hell?”.

However, Luke aimed the gun at him and raised his finger to his lips, hinting that he should shut up.

The black man grew anxious. His partner, who was playing with him, glared at him in dissatisfaction, and was stunned when he saw Luke, too.

In the next moment, the woman in the middle of the room screamed. “Ah!”

Luke tilted his head, as if he were observing the woman’s red skirt, which barely covered her legs.

She was leaning back against the couch, and she easily saw Luke to one side.

The black man next to her was vigilant. He quickly grabbed a pistol and aimed at Luke.

Luke’s left hand moved quickly, and the knife that he had been holding pierced the man’s chest.

Confused, the man looked at the handle of the knife in his chest, and he dropped his gun.

Luke dashed forward and picked up the gun with his left hand.

He put his own gun, a Glock 23, back into his waistband, before he quickly checked the gangster’s gun.

The gangsters hadn’t anticipated an intruder at all, and failed to react in time.

By the time the four men on the couches started to rise, Luke had already finished checking the gun, and he simply aimed at the gangsters on his right.

This was… tricky!

These hoodlums had killed people before, but everything that was happening was still too spooky for them.

In their eyes, this intruder was like a ghost.

He was wearing a loose cloak and a Zorro hat, and his clothes were entirely black.

There was a weird, fake smile, as well as a carefully trimmed mustache, on his mask.

The gangsters were all creeped out when Luke tilted his head and observed them.

Luke took out a small recorder from his pocket and pressed the play button. The device immediately played the question, “Where’s your money?”