Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 578 Isn’t Beating Up People What We Do Every Day?

Weyland wasn’t using his money to buy Lex’s silence; it was compensation for the victims’ families as per the contract.

In Weyland’s words, the tragedy had already happened, and the dead couldn’t come back to life, but he would do his best for their families.

What could Lex say?

Her condemnation wasn’t half as practical as the money Weyland was offering.

Money might not be able to solve everything, but it could definitely take care of most problems.

Wily old Weyland placated this holy saint and convinced her to go to her room and get some rest. Then, he walked over to Luke, who had been eating his candy silently.

Luke wasn’t interested in their conversation at all. He was staring up at the ceiling with his legs crossed and thinking about his own matters as he rolled the lollipop around in his mouth.

Pulling a chair over to his side and sitting down, Weyland stared at a very relaxed-looking Luke and finally said, “Thank you, Luke.”

Luke turned his head and smiled. “It’s fine, Mr. Weyland. It’s what I was paid to do.”

Weyland smiled bitterly. It wouldn’t be so troublesome for him if everybody was as reasonable as Luke.

When the exploration team was hired, it had been explained to them that the mission would be extremely dangerous before they officially signed the contract.

Now that this mishap had happened and so many people had died, Weyland was being blamed for it.

But like Luke said, they had all been paid, and at five to ten times the regular amount.

A mission with such a high remuneration was bound to be very dangerous. Even Weyland couldn’t foresee what might happen.

Weyland appreciated Luke even more – this was someone who saw through to the nature of things.

People like this were both easy to deal with and not.

They were very hard to sway, but once they made a promise, they always carried it through to the end.

“I saw your efforts this time, and I’ll add on a bonus of five million. How does that sound?” asked Weyland.

Luke nodded calmly. “The 500,000 dollars stipulated in the contract has already been deposited in my account. Whatever bonus you give me doesn’t matter, Mr. Weyland.”

Weyland wasn’t surprised.

He had read Luke’s profile before he hired Luke.

This young man wasn’t like other youngsters; at just eighteen, he already boasted several million, but he wasn’t extravagant at all. The five million bonus was for something else.

He believed Luke was smart enough to understand his meaning.

By not refusing this money, Luke was tacitly agreeing to certain things. About that unknown item, for example, and the aftermath of this expedition – he would avoid giving Weyland any trouble.

The five million dollars was both a bonus and to buy Luke’s silence

After securing this guarantee, Weyland got up. “Get some rest now. Your cabin is A03. Ask anyone on the boat, and they’ll take you there.”

Luke: “Thanks.”

The return journey was much quicker. The thin ice layer which had formed in their wake when they first came was a lot easier to crush on the way back. After covering several hundred kilometers, the ice also thinned out quickly.

It took the icebreaker only five days to return to Ushuaia.

Luke didn’t call Wales or Flegg.

The ruins had blown up and were buried under hundreds of meters of ice. Even if he told Wales that extraterrestrial beings had appeared at the South Pole, where were the monsters to be found?

The Aliens had been completely annihilated, blown to smithereens by an extraterrestrial bomb.

And the Predators? They flew off on a spaceship. Didn’t that all just sound like a joke?

Since Luke had promised to let Weyland take care of everything, he kept mum. After arriving in Ushuaia, Luke and Weyland flew back to Los Angeles on Weyland’s private plane.

Weyland’s company car sent him home. Opening the door, Luke heaved a relaxed sigh. “Home sweet home.”

It was already eleven at night, but nobody was home.

Luke scratched his head. “Are those two up to something crazy again?” He was too lazy to care about what they were doing Since they were already out, worrying about it now was useless.

After sending Selina a text message, he went to take a shower.

He was on the couch watching the news and had already drunk two cups of tea when the door finally opened and two fellows all in black dashed in.

It was Selina and Dollar!

One person and one dog were wearing black with hoods over their heads; they almost looked like a mother and son.

Seeing Luke on the couch, both of them subconsciously cringed.

Luke continued watching the news. “Okay, close the door first.”

After the door was shut, he asked, “Did you get rid of all traces?”

Both of them nodded.

Luke: “Okay, go clean up, and then we’ll talk.” A few minutes later, Selina was back in her regular house wear and came back with a smile. Gold Nugget cowered behind her.

She sat down next to Luke and asked, “You’re back early, aren’t you?”

Luke nodded. “I completed my job, so I came straight home. What did you do?”

Selina hesitated for a moment, then replied honestly, “I went out and beat up a few guys.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “Nobody died?”

Selina shook her head. “Of course not. I only beat them up.”

Luke hummed and said, “That’s fine then. Go to bed if that’s all.”

Selina and the dog lying next to her feet both widened their eyes. “Huh?” Luke drank his tea and said unhurriedly, “Isn’t beating people up what we as L.A. police officers do every day? When we stop beating them up is the day we’ll be on the news.”

Selina and the dog looked at each other and couldn’t find anything wrong with what Luke said.

But she couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, “Is it really fine?”

Luke smiled. “Don’t forget the safety rules: Review your operation at least three times after you come back, and don’t leave any traces behind. Actually, I wouldn’t object if you want to beat up all the gangsters in Los Angeles.”

This answer was once again beyond what they had imagined. “All of them?”

That would be tens of thousands of people.

Luke shrugged. “Don’t guys who do bad things deserve to be beaten up?”

Uninterested in continuing with this trivial topic, Luke dropped it and said with a smile, “I was too busy on this trip to buy you a gift. I’ll make you something once I have results.” Selina was still shocked by that “beat up all the gangsters” idea, and just nodded blankly.

The eyes of the dog at her feet, however, lit up, and it started to whine.

Looking at that expectant expression and black and shiny eyes, Luke slapped his forehead.

He had been speaking to Selina, but “you” could also mean “all of you.”

This alien dog head was clearly flattering itself.

But when Luke thought about it, he didn’t want to disappoint the dog.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to use that thing.” The dog’s big head drooped at Luke’s words.