Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 341 Genuine Carrot and Another Elsworth

Smith quickly packed up the guns and stuffed them into a long knapsack.

These guns were handy and top rate. There was no way he would throw them away.

Slinging the knapsack over his shoulder, he suddenly raised his head.

There was nothing but the dark sky outside the broken skylight.

Frowning, he grabbed Miss Donna, who was holding the baby, and said, “Let’s go; we’ll check out the bar where that heavy metal band is playing.” Miss Donna ran after him. “This is absurd. Oliver is so small, how can he be into rock music?”

Smith said, “That may be our only lead.”

He murmured to himself, In any case, I’ve taken ten thousand dollars from that young man; I can’t not do anything. On the roof, Luke watched them leave before he jumped off.

Half an hour later, three black SUVs stopped in front of a rock n’ roll bar in the eastern district, and a dozen men in black suits got out.

They definitely weren’t gangsters.

They had the air of professional security guards.

Luke whistled a tune: “If you like to gamble, I tell you I’m your man. You win some, lose some, it’s still the same to me…”

It was the same song that could be vaguely heard from the bar.

Those men in black suits rushed in, and a moment later, a tall man led a gorgeous woman who was holding a baby out of a side alley, before they entered a hotel that was diagonally opposite the bar.

Naturally, it was Mr. Smith and the special therapist Miss Donna.

Luke was amused. “Sure enough, you’re good. Even professional security guards can’t catch

you.”

A few men in black suits ran out and looked around with guns.

Someone then cursed, “Damn it, someone killed Philly. Did you see anybody suspicious?”

They spoke over the walkie-talkie for a bit, before they returned to the bar in frustration.

Luke knew that some of them must’ve been killed soundlessly by Mr. Smith after they ran into him.

But what were those men doing here? As Luke pondered this, he looked at the surveillance feed of the surroundings which he had set up, then suddenly exclaimed, “What the hell?”

The men in black suits were moving close to ten bodies in black body bags out the back door.

But one of the bags wasn’t zipped up all the way, and a man’s head lolled out while the bag was being moved.

There wasn’t anything strange about the body itself; what was weird was that in his left eye, there seemed to be… a carrot?

Was it a carrot-shaped toy? Murmuring to himself, Luke adjusted the camera to focus on the carrot.

In the end, no matter how he looked at it, it was a genuine carrot.

A moment later, a man noticed the exposed head and the carrot. He cursed angrily and zipped up the bag.

But in his carelessness, he accidentally broke off the carrot.

Luke was lost for words. Was that really a carrot?

In no more than twenty minutes, the men in black suits cleaned up everything and drove off.

After some thought, Luke went to the back door.

He picked up the broken carrot.

Observing it carefully for a moment, he exerted some strength, and instantly crushed some of it into powder.

Luke chuckled and put the carrot in a plastic bag, before he stored it in his inventory.

Returning to the street in front of the bar, he had yet to come out of the side alley, when he saw that a dozen guys in black combat uniforms had surrounded the hotel.

Their objective was clear and their movements were swift as they surrounded a room on the second floor.

Where were these guys from? Luke was baffled.

But the room they had surrounded was where Mr. Smith and Miss Donna were hiding.

Luke rolled his eyes and chuckled, before he took out his P226 and aimed.

Bang!

“Ah!” One of the men who was creeping forward on the first floor screamed and fell.

Luke ran off immediately after the shot.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Intense and chaotic gunfire rang out, and a number of the guys in black combat uniforms fell from the second floor, screaming.

Some were blown out of the room, and some were killed before they could charge in.

Their weapons were quite good, and a few of them were using the expensive MP5K.

Regretfully, even the best weapons were nothing when wielded by unworthy users.

Mr. Smith in the room, on the other hand, was without doubt an expert gunsman, and he was holding a top class weapon made by a HK company.

Despite their absolute advantage in numbers, the men in black combat suits died one after another at Mr. Smith’s hands.

In less than five minutes, all eight men were killed.

Even the guy who was hiding in the shadows downstairs after being shot in the butt didn’t escape death.

At that point, another song started playing in the bar opposite: “I’ve got a bad boy and that’s all right with me. “…Is nothing that I can’t keep clean…”

Humming the song, Luke walked past unhurriedly on the opposite side of the road, and waited in the dark.

A few minutes later, Smith reappeared with Donna and the baby, before they disappeared around a street corner in the distance.

Luke smiled and went up to the room. Surveying the environment, he quickly took photos of the men in black combat uniforms and their gear with his fake phone, before he left.

In his car, he took out a laptop from his inventory, transferred over the pictures he had just taken, and had a program start looking for relevant leads.

He started up the SUV and drove off.

When he got home, Selina was wearing a bathrobe and drying her hair in the living room.

She simply looked at Luke and didn’t ask anything. After Luke took a shower and came out, Selina said, “I checked Lucas Barton’s files. His record’s clean.”

Luke hummed a response and looked at the information that the program had just put together on the tablet about the weapons and equipment of the men in black.

He saw a name – Hammerson Defense.

Selina continued, “This Lucas Barton is practically a model officer compared with Nick. There’ve been no complaints about him in the last two years.”

Luke began to search for Hammerson Defense while he asked, “He sounds like an upstanding officer, then. Does he not have any medals from the county office?”

“But there’s some information here which indicates that Lucas Barton is very close to someone from the Elsworth family,” said Selina.

Luke paused and raised his head. “Who is it?”