Super Detective in the Fictional World,Chapter 1065 - Small Talk, Listening In, and Sending Off the God of Pestilence - Read free novels online

Chapter 1065: Small Talk, Listening In, and Sending Off the God of Pestilence

On the boat at the docks where “Blacksmith” Ray had hidden the drugs, Luke found about 1.5 tons of powder.

After capturing and interrogating the eight guards, he realized that only a small portion of the goods had been sold. The other deals had been terminated because of Frank’s appearance.

These eight guards were all loyal to Ray.

If Robert and Frank had agreed in the first place, they would have been part of this group.

Of these eight people, two had more than ten million, while three had several million each, and this was what was leftover after spending extravagantly overseas.

The other three were addicted to gambling, so no matter how much money they got, their pockets were always empty; they could be considered poor.

This was enough to show that these eight people deserved to die.

Luke estimated that at least four or five thousand of his 80,000 experience and credit points were from these eight accomplices.

Now that the criminals were in his inventory, Luke would take their money.

Not only that, two of them were the people closest to Ray.

Although Ray had still hidden most of his secrets from them, he couldn’t hide all the clues.

Both of them knew some of Ray’s little secrets and hobbies.

For example, Ray probably had several secret residences throughout the country, where he had stashed away large amounts of cash.

Whatever Ray wanted done, these two would carry it out obediently.

They earned millions of dollars every year; they weren’t stupid enough to throw that away.

If Ray died, the two of them wouldn’t hesitate to take these things for themselves and run.

They also knew quite a bit about the other big shots and underground contacts whom Ray interacted with; Luke’s hour-long interrogation hadn’t been in vain.

This dirty money was just passing gains; it was those big shots and underground contacts that were worth experience and credit points.

With these clues, Luke would probably be able to dig out several super EXP packages.

That was why he was in such a good mood.

It was still cold in New York in the middle of January, but the weather had been good for the last two days, and the ground was finally no longer wet.

Although the roof was cold, it didn’t feel like it with the hot charcoal oven.

The two of them ate on the rooftop. They avoided talking about serious matters and only gossiped idly. Gold Nugget ate in silence.

A few hundred meters away, a dark red figure was crouched on top of a building.

He turned his head slightly so that his ear was facing Luke’s direction.

“There’s definitely something going on between Matt and Karen.”

“Really? Then how come I see Foggy and Karen at the firm more often, and Matt’s hardly ever around?”

“Hmph, trust in a woman’s instincts. Foggy doesn’t stand a chance…”

“That’s true. Matt’s a pretty boy. He can make a living with his looks…”

Upon hearing that, the face of the dark red figure darkened behind his mask. He cursed inwardly. “What a cheap mouth.” Jumping down lightly, he headed away from the two as he ran.

Luke smiled and sipped his beer. His ears twitched, and he glanced over.

While he had sharp eyesight, it wasn’t to the point of being able to clearly see what was hundreds of meters away in the dark.

However, who said that Lawyer Matt was the only one who could do some eavesdropping?

This wretched eavesdropper; it was better for him to go beat up some hooligans.

Thinking that, Luke picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. “Yes, the eggplant is done. Eat this first.”

…

Like a wild beast that had been rampaging for too long, New York City suddenly calmed down in the middle of January.

Frank left.

Luke passed by the building Frank had been living in the next night, and both Frank and Hellhound were gone.

All the personal effects in the place had also disappeared; the only thing left behind was a large pile of firearms.

Frank left a message on his exclusive channel. It was just one simple sentence: “I want to be alone.”

So, he hadn’t been caught again; he just wanted to spend time alone now that he had gotten his revenge.

Luke didn’t really care if he returned or not.

It also didn’t matter to him that Frank wasn’t grateful for his help or wasn’t judged a teammate by the system.

It was best that Robert’s debt of gratitude was repaid, lest he stepped out himself to risk his life again.

Of course, Frank was a good potential teammate.

He and Luke shared the same principles; probably the only thing they disagreed on was cleaning up a scene.

That was also why Luke didn’t want to deepen their relationship for the time being.

If he was constantly cleaning up for other people, would he be the boss or the lackey in the future?

Hm, although Dustin as the boss often helped wrap things up for Luke, he was after a promotion.

For now, Frank would only steal the “monsters” from Luke and decrease the amount of experience and credit points he could get.

If there was a chance in the future, Luke would get the system to judge him as a teammate; only then would Luke do his best to support him.

Frank left quietly, and Luke finally told Robert what happened. Before he hung up, Luke made sure to tell Robert to “be good and stay at home,” and Robert was depressed for days.

However, Luke had done everything he could. The ringleader and his accomplices hadn’t escaped, and Frank had gone off to take a break; there was nothing else Robert could do.

But it didn’t take Robert long to bounce back. Rubbing Catherine’s belly, he chuckled. “That brat, does he really think I can’t do anything? When our little princess comes out, see if I don’t go after him.”

Catherine didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She hit him hard. “Hey, what are you saying? It’s only been two months. It’s too early for you to get busy.”

…

New York saw off the cruel and ruthless Punisher, who never cleaned up after himself.

As for the boogeyman hitman John Wick, who cut people down like flies, that matter also came to an end.

Viggo, the current head of the Tarasov family, had become the former head of the family last night — like his son Iosef, he had been shot in the head by John Wick, killed while he was in a helicopter.

When John killed his son, Viggo killed John’s friend, the sniper who had saved John at the church. Then, he tried to escape.

In the end, Viggo had still been chased by an enraged John over the tarmac; even his group of more than twenty bodyguards was wiped out.

John, who had killed Viggo and his family, returned to his home in New Jersey with a body full of injuries. He had even stolen a dog from somewhere.

What was even more astounding was that this dog… was quite similar to Frank’s Hellhound. It also had pitbull blood.

Could it be that every big shot who liked to take people down in such huge numbers owned a dog? Thinking of this possibility, Luke couldn’t help but look at the dog lying on a cushion and eating and watching a TV show.

This… was probably the case!

Putting the thought aside, Luke put on a transparent nanoglove. “Activate the Thousand Faces System.”

The glove flickered and instantly disappeared as a normal right hand appeared in front of Luke.

“Little Snail, scan the fingerprints, palm print, and contours of this hand. Look for a matching target,” he ordered.

A faint blue light flashed over his raised right hand. “The properties are a 100% match to John Wick, sir.”

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