Chapter 397 - Another Expert? - Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 397 Another Expert?

Luke had killed another six criminals. The rest of the criminals would probably be anxious when they lost contact with the CIC again.

Thinking this, Luke left the CIC and ran to the deck.

When he reached a certain exit, two criminals yelled and charged in.

Each of them were grabbed by the neck, and their heads were smashed together.

Bam! They collapsed instantly.

Luke leapt nimbly over the guardrail and jumped down.

Two criminals that happened to run by below him didn’t react when Luke dropped onto their necks and broke them.

Luke grabbed the AKs they were holding as well as two clips. He couldn’t be any more pleased.

He was most familiar with these old buddies.

Holding an AK in each hand, he raised them and aimed above him.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Two criminals who were on patrol immediately fell. One of them fell over the guardrail, and the other dropped on the deck.

The criminals around them yelled in alarm.

Luke, however, dragged out Johnny Mullah’s body from his inventory unhurriedly.

He wrapped Johnny Mullah’s hands around the two MP5s that had killed a whole bunch of criminals, and slung them over the man’s body.

As for the MP5 which he had shot Johnny Mullah with, Luke put it in the hands of the criminal whose AK he had taken.

After that was done, Luke even had the time to position Johnny Mullah’s body before he finally nodded in satisfaction.

If it was Old Greyson who examined the crime scene, he would still notice that something was amiss.

But Johnny Mullah’s body was just a cover; it was fine as long as it wasn’t too big a point of suspicion.

Chuckling inwardly, Luke raised the AK from the shadows and aimed upward.

The next moment, two criminals appeared where their companions had just been killed.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Luke fired the AK in his left hand, and the two criminals collapsed.

He then pulled the trigger of the AK in his right hand at that moment.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Another two criminals who had just rushed out from around a corner were shot in the head and went rolling over the deck.

After the successful hits, Luke retreated into the shadows and snuck over to the side of the boat.

Three criminals came running down a corridor, shouting.

When they ran past a shadow, a gun fired at an angle from the side.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The bullets hit them dead in the head one by one.

Luke straightened and jumped down from a gun turret like a cat, putting away the grappling hook that had been holding him up

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Luke abruptly leapt back into the corridor behind the turret.

Interesting! Another expert! Luke rubbed his chest near his heart, which hurt quite a bit after being hit by a bullet.

So far, Johnny Mullah, the guy in the CIC, had been the only criminal capable of fighting Luke.

But now another person had appeared who had locked onto Luke and even successfully shot him.

Luke, however, was as relaxed as ever. He had Elementary Self-Healing and a double-layered bulletproof vest.

So, let’s go! Mutual harm!

After the idea flashed through his head, he slipped soundlessly into the corridor behind the turret and quickly circled round.

The hostile expert couldn’t see him, but Luke could lock onto the guy with Sharp Nose.

Both of them had the same idea, and circled round to approach the enemy’s location.

In the end, when the expert was approaching Luke’s earlier position, Luke had moved round to the expert’s own initial position. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Ah!” The expert cried out and then retreated behind the turret like what Luke had done earlier.

The only difference was that Luke’s chest was protected by a double-layered bulletproof vest, whereas this expert’s left arm wasn’t protected at all.

But this expert reacted almost the moment he was shot. He leapt for cover, making it impossible for Luke to shoot him a few more times.

Smiling, Luke flung out his grappling hook and climbed up.

Bracing his feet on the side of the battleship’s island, Luke quickly climbed to the top of the island. He craned his neck slightly and saw a person hiding in the shadows behind the turret.

Staying out of the expert’s shooting range, Luke climbed over the guardrail and soundlessly descended from the other side of the island.

A moment later, he touched down on one side of the turret.

The wounded expert was hiding in the shadows at the front of the turret.

They stood silently in the dark, separated by a corner.

With a clatter, an MP5 was thrown out.

Luke raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment. He threw out his AK right next to the MP5 and drew out the M1911 he had never used.

After three seconds, he moved to the side and raised his M1911.

The person stepped out almost at the same time from around the corner and raised his gun in a similar pose.

“Pa!”

There was less than five meters between them. Face to face, they fired their guns and twisted to crouch down at the same time, dodging that first bullet.

They were already aiming at each other once again. “Pa!”

“Pa!”

Firing at the same time, it was as if their minds were connected, as they pushed off the deck simultaneously to change position.

The second shot also missed the target.

Curling his lip, Luke abruptly pushed hard off of his right foot and lunged forward.

“Pa!” This expert shot again, but Luke rolled and the bullet brushed past him. Cursing inwardly, the man bent down and lunged forward as well.

“Pa!” Luke’s shot flew under the expert’s armpit and hit the deck.

The guy was only one meter away, and was aiming his gun.

Pleased, Luke flipped at an unconventional angle and kicked the man’s arm that was holding the gun.

The man could only pull back his arm before he pulled the trigger.

“Pa!” His shot completely missed the target, since he hadn’t expected Luke to use such an unusual kick to neutralize his strength.

Luke fired again when he was still upside down. “Pa!”