Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 148 Professional Criminals, John on a Rampage, and Luke’s Triple Kill

The criminals were true professionals. They even carried an RPG.

In less than five seconds, a second rocket missile hit the armored car again, blowing it up into a gigantic fireball.

Luke cursed in his heart. The criminals turned out to have more than one RPG.

At that moment, Dustin called him. “Hey, Luke, how’s it going on your end?”

Luke said, “Boss, you better tell the commander here what you know about the criminals. A SWAT team just charged in the moment they came. Several men and an armored car have been wiped out.”

Dustin was stunned for a moment. “What?”

Luke said, “Just now, those people shot the police’s armored car with RPGs and turned it into a big fireball.”

Dustin gasped. “Where are the terrorists from?”

Luke shook his head. “No, boss, they’re here for money. They’re not terrorists.”

Dustin remarked, “Cash-strapped lunatics… Alright, let’s get down to business. You’re free to take action, but you must ensure the safety of the hostages, which is the top priority. Then, it’s the vault. You have to try and stop them. Don’t attack if you don’t think you can achieve these two objectives. Trust me, Luke, you’ll be in serious trouble if any of the hostages die.”

Luke shrugged. “Got it. The bottom line is that the hostages can’t die, right?”

Dustin said, “That’s right. We couldn’t reach an understanding with the central district’s police department over command. They want you to obey their instructions, but the chief rejected that.”

Luke was dumbfounded. “What? Boss, I’m sure that I’ll die very quickly if I listen to them.”

Dustin said, “We know. That’s why we refused – whatever contribution you can make is going to be up to you now.”

Luke asked, “Well, it won’t be a problem if I kill all of them, right?”

After a brief silence, Dustin said, “You should at least spare Hans, or it’ll be difficult to close the case.”

Luke said, “Okay, that makes it much easier for me now. I’m hanging up, boss.”

Dustin said, “Take care.”

Dustin sighed in his office. “Those are fifty armed criminals. You make it sound like it isn’t a big deal.” However, when he recalled Elsa’s report on Luke’s performance, he suddenly had some hope.

If Luke took down all the criminals without getting any of the hostages injured, their police department would claim all the credit.

Though this was a case in the central district, Luke just happened to be there, so this wasn’t crossing a line.

If it was anyone else, Dustin would’ve told them to hide and just pass on intelligence.

No boss could ask their subordinate to challenge fifty enemies on their own – that was just suicide.

Luke hung up and started warming up. He was about to go down, when there was an intense explosion down below, which sent broken glass flying.

Luke craned his head, only to see that it was on the second floor, where the RPGs had been launched from earlier. There could only be one person on the offense on that floor right now.

Detective John, you are one tough cookie! How many C4s have you used?

Thanks to this crazy saboteur, Luke felt that it wouldn’t be too difficult to pull off a miracle.

But then a dilemma cropped up.

The police and the criminals started negotiations.

Luke put in his earpiece and connected to the criminals’ channel with his fake phone.

Then, he heard a familiar voice. “You little rat, you think you can scare us? I’ll catch you and throw you from the roof.”

“Hehe. Hans, didn’t you say that you would kill me? Send more people! I’m waiting for you! Let me see… What’s this guy’s name? He’s so tall, but he has the tiny feet of a woman! Disgusting!” That was also a familiar voice.

Luke was lost for words. Well, it was clear that Hans and Detective John were on poor terms.

Luke secretly said sorry to John, because he had to leave John alone to distract the criminals.

He returned to the 30th floor. Taking a deep breath, he discovered that there were much fewer criminals here now. At least twenty had left the floor where the hostages were being kept.

Hans was probably annoyed by Detective John’s explosions and his mocking, and was determined to kill him.

Luke was quite confident in Detective John, who must’ve already killed more than one criminal. It would be hard for him to die.

A moment later, Luke heard something else in his earphone. “Larry, Carl, has the bomb been set up on the roof?”.

Luke suddenly realized that he had just come from the roof.

Thinking for a moment, he pressed a button and said in a low voice, “Yes!”

“Come down and defend the doors. The FBI should be on their way.” The person was too preoccupied to notice anything wrong. He instructed, “We’ll drive some of the hostages up to the roof. When the police helicopter approaches to pick them up, detonate the bomb on the roof.”

Luke said, “Okay.”

He was quite shocked.

Hans certainly deserved the death penalty for planning to use the innocent civilians in the building as bait before blowing them up.

But Luke didn’t regret not killing Hans earlier; his lackeys might’ve run wild otherwise, and started killing people randomly.

At the very least, Hans wouldn’t kill all the hostages, because his goal was money.

Thinking quickly, Luke went back up to the roof and hid on the ledge above the door.

A moment later, the elevator dinged, and there were the footsteps of more than ten people.

Luke took a deep breath and locked onto three targets.

One was in the front, one was behind, and one was in the middle. It was a classic way to escort hostages.

Luke held the familiar Glock 23 in his right hand, and an M1911 that he had just acquired in his left hand.

He took a deep breath and watched the criminals in the front and middle show up.

At that point, the criminal in the lead realized that something was wrong when he didn’t see his compatriot on the roof. He called out, “Carl?”

Luke leapt down.

Flipping in midair, he used the Glock to shoot the criminal at the back of the group, who had been about to retreat from the door.

A moment later, Luke locked onto another target with the M1911.

Bam! The criminal in the middle was shot in the head.

Luke landed steadily and flicked his right wrist.

Pa!

His Glock blew up the head of the criminal at the front.

There was utter silence for a moment, which was quickly broken by the screams of the hostages.

Luke put his guns away and flashed his badge at the screaming hostages. “LAPD, please be quiet. You’ll be able to leave when the helicopter arrives.”