Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 321 I Have An ’82 Lafite

Martin’s hometown, however, was El Paso, which was further south of Shackelford and close to the Mexican border. The place was known for how chaotic it was.

Thus, while he didn’t have the protection of Luke’s daddy system, Martin was adept at killing.

Palmer didn’t say more. After all, she couldn’t blame Luke for being concerned about his colleague.

Palmer led Luke and Selina to the room next to the interrogation room. Two DEA agents in the room glanced at them but didn’t say anything.

It was Luke who had caught these two gangsters, and they were all on the same side today.

The interrogation lasted an hour.

Luke observed the proceedings with a calm expression, as did Selina.

Ever since the encounter with the Carlos family, they had no sympathy for drug dealers at all.

These two shooters happened to be hardcore members of a particular drug trafficking gang.

Luke would’ve blown up their heads just now, if he wasn’t interested in their intelligence.

Palmer’s expression was exhausted when she came out, and she looked at Luke and Selina with an apologetic smile. “I didn’t scare you just now, did I?”

Luke grinned and gave her a thumbs up. “I like your efficiency.”

Palmer chuckled and nodded. “The Maker should be hiding in Wellborn Consulting.”

As she spoke, she took out a case file and flipped to a particular page. “Stanford White, major shareholder and chairman of the board.”

Luke looked at her. “Are you going to do it, or should we?”

Palmer hesitated for a moment before she said, “If possible, can you let us…” She appeared a little embarrassed.

Luke raised his hand. “Not a problem, but remember that you owe me one.”

Stumped for a moment, Palmer smiled wryly. “Fine.”

She didn’t like owing other people favors.

Neither did Luke, since it meant that he would have to return the favor later, even if it was something which violated the law, or he would lose his good fortune.

Luke smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold it over your head for long.”

Lost for words, Palmer nodded.

Luke said, “Like I said earlier, we need to follow up on this case until we uncover the person who’s trying to kill you; we won’t meddle in anything else.”

Palmer rolled her eyes. “Then I don’t owe you anything.”

Luke nodded firmly. “Not a problem.” In any case, he didn’t really care about the favor.

Everybody got in their cars and left for Stanford White’s residence.

Twenty minutes later, three cars carrying five people reached a high-end apartment building

After they entered the building, Palmer showed the building manager her badge, and everybody waited for the elevator.

Since it was midnight, there were very few staff members around.

As the elevator was coming down, Luke took a sniff, then tapped Selina’s arm in a fixed rhythm without drawing anybody else’s attention.

Selina immediately got it. She said, “Oh, I should’ve used the toilet just now. You go up first. Don’t wait for me.”

She then went over to the manager with an embarrassed face. “Excuse me. Is there a public bathroom here?”

After a brief hesitation, the manager said, “I’m sorry, but we don’t have a public bathroom.”

Selina looked even more embarrassed. “Then can I use yours?”

The manager was quite surprised, and didn’t immediately agree.

While Selina was talking to him, Luke stepped forward and said, “Palmer, would you like to have dinner with me later? I have an ’82 Lafite.”

Palmer stared at him blankly at first. She then said, “That’s impossible. You can’t afford that.”

Luke leaned in close and grinned. “Maybe it’s an ’02. I don’t know much about the numbers.”

The other two DEA agents looked at each in bewilderment. What are you doing? Are you seriously discussing private affairs during an assignment?

At that moment, the elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened.

Luke had already drawn close to Palmer by then under the guise of chatting, and he suddenly tackled the woman and rolled over the floor.

Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!

The moment the elevator doors opened, two men inside opened fire with their Uzis.

At the same time, the manager’s face darkened, and he took out a pistol and aimed at Selina right in front of him at the reception counter.

Selina’s head was turned, as if she had been distracted by the sound of the elevator doors opening, and her guard looked like it was down.

But the moment the manager pulled out his gun, Selina braced herself on the counter and jumped onto it, and her legs went under the man’s armpits before she wrapped them around his neck.

At the same time, she grabbed the manager’s right hand that was holding the gun, and her entire body pulled and twisted at the same time.

Crack! The manager howled in pain.

But Selina didn’t show any mercy. She fiercely twisted the man’s wrist again.

Crack! This time, the manager was in so much pain he couldn’t even scream anymore, and could only gasp helplessly with his mouth wide open. His gun fell to the floor, and Selina kicked it into a corner.

Only then did Selina take out her gun and hit the manager in the head to knock him out, before she took cover behind the counter.

On the other side, Luke rolled away with Palmer in his arms. It looked like a mad scramble, but it was very quick, and they were actually able to duck behind the stairs some ten meters away quickly.

Both shooters weren’t able to follow Luke’s strange but quick movements, and their storm of bullets only hit the empty floor behind Luke.

At the corner of the stairs, Luke put Palmer to one side and pulled out his Glock. He raised his hand and waited a couple of seconds.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Two shooters who had just appeared on the second floor screamed and rolled down the stairs.

Luke didn’t even bother to look at them. When they hit the landing, Luke pulled the trigger again.

Bang! Bang!

The shooters instantly stopped screaming.

Luke then looked at Palmer and gestured at her to keep an eye on the stairs above them.

The woman absolutely wasn’t just a pretty face.

When Luke killed the two shooters from upstairs, she had already taken out her pistol.

It was a Beretta 92FS, an expensive and elegant little guy.

Luke was very pleased with Palmer’s composure. He pretended to feel around in his chest pocket, and took out a small mirror.

Of course, he had better items, but since Palmer was right behind him, he would rather not reveal any of his trump cards.

Actually, even the mirror was just a cover.

The moment he held out the mirror with his left hand, he also stuck out the Glock in his right hand.

Bang! Bang! A shooter who had been closing in on them was shot twice, and he collapsed with a scream.

As calm as ever, Luke slightly readjusted the angle.

Pa!

The shooter’s scream was cut off abruptly as he was shot in the head.