Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 950: Battle and Surveillance

Barry, who was a seasoned veteran with mediocre abilities and great caution, was officially the first person to “transmigrate.”

Although this was never mentioned in the legend of this huge event in the future, he did indeed hold “first place.”

Holding Barry’s M110, Luke looked at the silencer attached to the gun and was quite satisfied.

This thing was semi-automatic, and Barry had twenty specialized clips with high caliber bullets to increase the firepower. Clearly, he thought highly of V’s abilities.

For Luke, this gun was even more useful than a regular sniper rifle.

After going out ten meters, he adjusted slightly and pulled the trigger of the M110.

Pu!

In a car on the outskirts of Swamp Park, a hitman who was busy in the passenger seat suddenly collapsed, and the remote control device in his hand dropped.

This was a hitman who was responsible for intelligence and logistics, and was Luke’s priority target.

In fact, there were as many as five of these targets which needed to be eliminated first.

As for their movements and information, Luke had already locked onto them when they went to Sister Margaret’s Bar.

Titanium phones were convenient, practical, and technologically advanced products. Hitmen were almost always the first to use them.

They weren’t interested in the F2F attached to their phones. Hitmen who were stupid enough to take selfies on F2F probably wouldn’t survive more than a few days.

But one of the core components of the Titanium phone was the camera, which was far more useful than for just taking selfies.

Assassination happened to be a profession that often required photos, such as of locations, the environment, and data.

It was fine or even better to bring a camera, but it was definitely inconvenient.

Using a Titanium phone meant one less camera to carry around and rouse suspicion.

However, Luke had added a lot of functions to the Titanium phone when it was first created. Once it was activated, the camera would automatically do a facial recognition of the user.

Thus, 80% of the assassins in the bar already had their faces captured by the multifaceted system.

This was how the world changed unknowingly.

Luke had waited silently for Titanium Phone Company and let Jenny run it for half a year, but the multifaceted system had already quietly taken shape and was beginning to showcase its powerful information-gathering function.

It was like markings that were later washed away without a trace.

Nobody except Luke knew about it.

He liked the feeling of quietly working like an old farmer, waiting for the harvest.

The group of hitmen in front of him was the first harvest of the multifaceted system.

Luke smiled and moved on to his next target.

According to the plan, Wade would run around the park for an hour.

But Luke estimated that the operation would pick up speed.

If he wasn’t wrong, this purge operation shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes.

…

In a luxurious high-rise apartment in New York, a tall man was watching TV.

The TV wasn’t showing the news, but a chase.

A few minutes later, the man frowned. “This smiling man is really strong.”

On the screen, the smiling man was already surrounded by the hitmen.

None of the hitmen were bad. At the very least, they were all veterans.

Although the battle was intense, there wasn’t a lot of gunfire.

Nevertheless, the fingers didn’t relax on the triggers – there was no one stupid enough to open fire full blast at the smiling man.

That didn’t make the intermittent triple and single shots any less threatening.

But the smiling man in the image had been hit several times before he escaped into dark corners. The next time he appeared, he was still nimble and fast.

What was even more terrifying was that this guy would occasionally use two guns and two knives at the same time. In a flash, he killed three hitmen who were too close to him.

This wild move was met with an even fiercer pursuit from the hitmen, but the smiling man was still running around the park.

“This black mouse really isn’t an ordinary person,” the man in front of the TV mumbled. “But even if your clothes are bulletproof, how long can you last? Hehe.”

Based on the man’s understanding of the human body, he could still sense that the smiling man’s condition deteriorated every time he was shot.

Although it wasn’t a big deal, with the absolute numbers advantage which the hitmen had, the smiling man could kill ten more people at most before his condition deteriorated to a dangerous level.

At that time, it might only take a few minutes or even just a few seconds for him to be completely incinerated by the hitmen.

Without the ability to move at high speed, this slippery guy would immediately die.

Thinking that, the man picked up the wine next to him and took a leisurely sip. He chuckled. “What’s the point of being strong? The life of a brainless person like this is only worth two million dollars.”

He knew how difficult it was to deal with this smiling man compared with the others.

Of the five masked men, the only one who was truly terrifying was the smiling man.

Of the other four, the black mask was basically only active in Clinton, and only targeted low-level minions. He was clearly too young to be the key.

Big Daddy and Hit-Girl had a grudge against D’Amico.

Black Cat was just Smiley Face’s partner, and didn’t interact much with the other three.

Only this smiling man was the key figure who connected all these masked “vigilantes” together.

Also, this smiling man was the most ruthless and effective.

His targets were clear, his operations were precise, and his whereabouts were untraceable. In less than half a month, he had killed many people and gangs in key locations, and had even made contact with Big Daddy and Hit-Girl.

Wesley was right.

After getting rid of this smiling man, 80% of the problems he had been having recently would disappear, so this guy had to die! The man sneered as he tasted the red wine in his mouth.

At that moment, the image on the TV suddenly flashed, and then went dark.

Stunned, the man frowned.

But he wasn’t worried. He simply looked at the night sky outside the window.

Snow fell from the sky, plunging Manhattan into a world of black and white.

Two minutes later, his phone rang.

The man picked up the phone, and Wesley’s voice came through the receiver. “Boss, we can’t contact the person we sent to monitor the battle. He’s probably dead. The surveillance equipment on him has been destroyed, so we don’t have a feed.”

After a brief silence, the man said with a cold glint in his eyes, “Find a way to notify the Continental Hotel that this is a trap. Smiley Face has an accomplice at the scene, and he’s very strong.”

Wesley said, “Okay, I’ll get D’Amico’s wife to call them right away.”

The man was silent for a moment before he suddenly chuckled. “Interesting. This guy is scarier and more confident than we thought. I like this kind of opponent.”