Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 905: D’Amico the Second? Naive

Damon ignored the young man and simply replied through the comms, “He’s D’Amico’s son, Chris D’Amico. I’ve investigated him; he’s not involved in D’Amico’s business.”

Luke asked, “So, you’re going to let him go?”

Damon nodded slightly. “Yes. I’m not D’Amico. Our grudge can’t affect our families.”

Luke nodded and didn’t say anything else. He simply smiled at Chris D’Amico. This kid had a “future path”!

Using Mental Communication, he knew that this young master wasn’t a good person. He wasn’t joking when he said that he would kill them.

Good luck! I have high hopes for you, young man. Luke silently gave the young man his blessing, and the three of them turned around and left.

However, he deliberately slowed down so that he was behind Damon and Mindy.

When Damon and Mindy went downstairs, Luke heard a gunshot from behind him.

Pa!

Luke smiled and turned around to look at Chris D’Amico. “Your courage is commendable.”

Stunned for a moment, Chris pulled the trigger again.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Luke tilted his body and pulled out the King Cobra.

Pa!

A bullet hole appeared in Chris’s forehead, and he collapsed on top of Frank D’Amico with a puzzled expression.

He didn’t understand why he couldn’t hit the smiling masked man from a few meters away.

Luke put his gun away and curled his lip as he looked at D’Amico the Second who had fallen before he could even take the stage. Young man, you would even fall for such an obvious trap. How naive.

As someone who specialized in bait tactics, Luke knew from the start that Chris was hiding a gun, which was why he had deliberately fallen behind.

In order to make it easier for this D’Amico the Second to make a move, not only did Luke turn his back to him, he also walked slowly and considerately. He wanted to test this young master’s patience.

It was a shame that young people were always so impatient.

Damon and Mindy appeared on the stairs again. “What’s wrong?”

Luke said, “Young D’Amico couldn’t wait to shoot me.”

Damon opened his mouth during a brief silence, but in the end turned around and left.

It was his choice not to kill Chris D’Amico.

But Chris D’Amico had dared to shoot at V, and he had no right to ask V not to fight back.

He wasn’t so great as to speak up for his enemy’s son.

Mindy, who was walking behind Damon, secretly gave Luke a thumbs up.

Luke shrugged helplessly.

Five minutes later, Luke left from a window on the 29th floor with a big bag on his back. He flung out a grappling hook and landed on another building not far away.

Several more times after that, he disappeared into the night.

In New Jersey, Damon, who had taken off his armor but was still wearing his skintight suit, sat on a stool in the secret room and looked at Mindy, who was busy.

The little girl was still in her skintight suit, and she was taking down one by one the drawings from the walls of the secret room. “Dad, should I lock them up in a box later?”

After a brief silence, Damon suddenly said, “No. Burn them at your mother’s grave tomorrow. It’s over.”

Mindy said, “Huh? Burn them?” Damon had drawn these in his spare time over the years. They were enough of them to produce several comic books.

This was perhaps Damon’s only hobby.

“Yes, burn them.” The pleasure from killing his archenemy, D’Amico, had gradually faded, and Damon felt empty.

With D’Amico gone, what was he going to do now? He couldn’t help but ask himself the question.

Over ten years of hard fighting had completely ended tonight.

On this night of revenge, Damon realized that he didn’t have any plans for the future.

Looking at her father, Mindy couldn’t help but ask in concern, “Dad, are you alright? Why do you look unhappy?”

Lost for a moment, Damon sighed.

That had just been vengeance. The only thing he felt after that was relief.

Happy? No way.

Even the thrill of revenge only lasted for a moment after D’Amico’s head exploded.

In fact, when they left the rooftop, Luke had noticed that something was wrong with Damon, so he told them to leave first and let him clean up the mess.

On the way back, Damon almost drove the car into the river, and had no choice but to let Mindy drive them home.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

Both father and daughter looked at the surveillance image and saw a familiar figure.

“I’ll open the door.” Mindy immediately put the sketches on the table and ran off. She wasn’t used to her father’s current state.

She couldn’t describe it, but her father suddenly seemed listless.

Opening the door, Luke walked in with a big bag.

“Where’s your father?” he asked.

Pointing at the open door of the secret room, Mindy said in a low voice, “He’s in a daze. He seems unhappy all of a sudden.”

Hearing that, Luke’s good mood faded. “I’ll take a look.”

Throwing the bag on the coffee table in the living room, he walked to the door of the secret room and saw Damon staring blankly at a stack of sketches. He knocked on the door with his knuckles. “Are you tired?”

Hearing his voice, Damon finally perked up. “You’re here. Have a seat.”

“No need.” Luke waved his hand and observed Damon with his eyes and mind. He soon smiled.

“Do you feel like you have nothing to do now that you’ve dealt with D’Amico? Have you lost your goal in life?” he asked.

Damon had nothing to hide from V. “Before Mindy was born, I was a minor police officer. I swore to catch D’Amico, and he’s finally dead, but I’m no longer a police officer.”

Luke nodded. “So, do you want to retire?”

Damon hesitated for a moment before he shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t have any ideas right now.”

Pondering for a moment, Luke looked at the sketches in his hand and suddenly said, “Then, how about becoming a cartoonist in the future?”

Damon turned his head in surprise. “Huh?”

Luke pointed at the stack of sketches in his hand. “Although I don’t read comics much, these drawings are pretty good. So, you can consider becoming a cartoonist.”

Damon was about to say, “How is that possible?” but stopped himself.

He flipped through the sketches one by one and couldn’t help but consider Luke’s suggestion.

He did have a talent in drawing, at least when it came to comics.

It was how he had turned his past experiences into comics for Mindy to read and accompany her through her childhood.

Luke turned around and looked at Mindy, who was standing not far behind him. “Can I talk to your father in private?”

Mindy nodded and left obediently.