Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 949: The First Snow of Winter 2004

It wasn’t rare for hitmen to work in twos and threes.

Many people would be lacking in certain aspects, and could be third-rate when carrying out an operation on their own.

With suitable teammates, however, they could become top-class.

The type of difficult missions which first-class and third-class hitmen could complete were different, and the rewards they received were also very different.

Thus, even though it was hard for hitmen to trust others, many still chose to team up.

A hitman team like this was quite troublesome for Luke.

Most of these groups would have a lookout or someone in a supporting role.

This person would devote most of their energy to checking for flaws as well as taking note of unexpected situations and retreat routes.

This was a huge hindrance to Luke’s crackdown.

After all, these people were all professionals with outstanding abilities and cautious and suspicious personalities.

That was why Selina had specifically given him the warning.

She wouldn’t be taking part tonight, so she could only warn him.

But her mission was very important.

At that moment, in the sky above Staten Island, a medium-sized drone had already turned into a warped, transparent shadow which maintained a steady speed as it flew over Swamp Park.

It was a fixed-wing drone, not the most common rotor type of small drone.

The battery power made it practically soundless, and its heat signal was significantly reduced. Coupled with optical camouflage and an anti-electronic detection coating, it was a genuine fully invisible drone.

It was also a new product which Luke had created recently, and was perfect for the battlefield.

Thus, Selina was his battle intelligence center.

In addition to controlling the drone, she also had to monitor the movements of various parties, such as NYPD, the FBI, and even Kingpin’s possible reactions. She had to give Luke warnings at all times and help him deal with unexpected situations.

This wasn’t going to be easy at all. Even Gold Nugget had to stay by her side and be on standby.

At that moment, Luke, who was invisible, suddenly looked up at the dark sky.

Small white flakes quietly fell and gradually enveloped New York City.

“It’s snowing,” Luke murmured.

Stretching out his hand, he caught the snow that was still grainy. After a brief silence, he said in a low voice, “The first snow of 2004 came later than usual!”

Watching the surveillance feed, Selina picked up a cupcake and munched on it, thinking, Here we go again!

She had already realized that every time Luke used his V alias, he would become… poetic?

Or was it pretentious? Whatever it was, that was the case.

Thus, she could only silently mock his sudden sorrow.

While they were making the final adjustments before the battle, Wade had been loitering in Swamp Park for almost ten minutes.

Compared with his nonchalant attitude in the morning, he could only envy and hate the equipment he was wearing.

In fact, after Vanessa left for work in the afternoon, Wade put on the V uniform again.

Now that he had temporary authority, he changed the voice of the support system to… SpongeBob SquarePants.

Also, he insisted that SpongeBob SquarePants change the user to Brother Octopus.

At that moment, SpongeBob SquarePants reported in a cheerful voice, “Brother Octopus, the hitmen are on their way. Please be vigilant.”

Wade put his hands on his hips indifferently and didn’t forget to rub one foot on the ground. “Damn, who threw up this toffee? It got on my feet. How rude.”

He then sighed. “Who designed this thing? I can’t eat anything. I should’ve chewed some gum first.”

He didn’t think about how he was going to spit out the gum from the mask.

In fact, Luke could eat in his official V uniform, but Wade’s suit didn’t have many functions.

In any case, it was just for this guy to use once. There was no reason to make it comfortable!

Given how Wade had dared to cheat him of his fee for information, Luke was already kind enough not to use the corset design and restrict his limbs.

“Sniper detected. Target at two o’clock, 320 meters away,” the support system suddenly said.

Wade glanced at the tiny red dot on the lenses and snorted. “Hmph, you’re so proactive for just two million. You must be poor.”

A certain newly rich upstart suddenly felt superior.

That being said, he had already started moving, and vanished in the shrubs on the side.

Bang!

A bullet hit where he had been standing.

Wade turned his head as he ran and said disdainfully, “You missed. Bad review.”

Just as he was acting pretentious, he paused and staggered forward.

“WTF!” Wade cursed in frustration. He rolled deeper into the bushes and rubbed his back. “He’s definitely a pervert. How dare he hit me!”

Looking at a furious Wade, who was rubbing his back with both hands, Luke couldn’t help but shake his head. How embarrassing.

Forget it. As long as he killed everyone, nobody would know about V’s humiliation. Thinking that, the transparent shadow silently glided down the slope.

Looking at the smiling man who was jumping around as he hid in the woods, Barry cursed and started moving his sniper rifle.

Given the excessive number of people involved in this bounty mission, the Continental Hotel had already promised to act as a notary.

As long as he could provide valid evidence that he was the one to kill the target, he would be able to collect the bounty; the body itself wasn’t necessary.

Thus, whoever was slower would lose.

Barry, who was good at mid-range sniping, was even happier.

If he was lucky, he might be able to obtain the two million bounty in a few shots without taking any risks.

If the smiling man wanted to kill him, he still had to cross a distance of several hundred meters and deal with the other hitmen along the way.

To be cautious, however, Barry still switched locations after firing.

Never entrust your life to someone else’s good intentions.

V might not be able to kill him, but his competitors wouldn’t mind doing so. After all, his sniping was too big an advantage.

Thinking that, Barry moved to the shadows of a garret on top of a small building and locked onto the smiling man again.

As he worked, a transparent shadow approached the garret in the dark.

Suddenly, Barry felt his vision go dark, as if his head was covered by something.

Before he could react, he was punched in the back of the head.

A second later, the garret was empty again. Barry and his equipment had completely disappeared from this world.

With two gunshots, the mysterious event which would become famous in the hitman circle, “The Transmigration of the Swamp Park Group,” officially kicked off.