Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 60: Kill Shots, and Close Range Combat
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Luke was moving to a new position, when he heard someone wail in pain before collapsing to the ground.

Reflexively, he fired two bullets into that person’s head.

The warehouse then sank into dead silence.

This time, nobody dared to fire at Luke anymore.

It had only been a minute, and five of them were already dead. This was a nightmare for them.

They couldn’t understand who they had offended. Why were there suddenly so many enemies?

Cheney, who was taking cover in a corner, whispered something.

Luke didn’t bother to try and figure out what he was saying. There was still an unknown number of enemies in the warehouse.

He continued moving in that odd squat-like posture with his AK raised at all times.

Suddenly, someone appeared before him. Luke nearly opened fire, when he noticed who that person was, and he quickly withdrew.

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots rang out, and the bullets hit the object which Luke was hiding behind.

Luke cursed inwardly.

The one firing at him wasn’t one of the gang members. Rather, it was Cheney’s colleague. The entirely black suits they wore were too easy to recognize.

But why did that person open fire on Luke before making sure who he was?

Then again, Cheney’s colleagues couldn’t be blamed either. Luke had been slaughtering his enemies the moment he arrived. They were very nervous to see him as well.

Fortunately, Cheney noticed this, and he quickly said something while gesturing at Luke.

Luke gave him the middle finger in response.

Cheney blanked out slightly, but he understood Luke’s meaning and smiled helplessly.

Luke was venting his resentment for almost getting shot by Cheney’s colleague earlier.

Cheney no longer dared to look down on Luke and Selina anymore.

In a short two minutes, with Luke as the vanguard and Selina as support, not a single one of their bullets were wasted as they killed five people in a row; their efficiency in a combat situation was terrifying.

Even Cheney wondered what kind of police they were – were the officers of the Westside Houston Police Department all this vicious?

Luke took a peek and saw that Cheney’s colleague was no longer aiming at him.

That person also seemed to be in bad shape. His leg had been hit, and he could only stay hidden behind cover. No wonder he had reacted so fiercely earlier.

Luke waved before gesturing at that person.

When that person saw his gesture, he understood and nodded. He then raised his gun and fired a few shots in a certain direction.

Then, Luke started scanning the warehouse, and discovered that there were reactions from two different positions.

With his dynamic vision, he was able to immediately notice any minute change. Without any hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired three shots in a row.

“AHH!”

With a miserable wail, another enemy was hit. Slowly, the wail petered off.

Cheney’s injured colleague was shocked. “Shit, this officer only ever fires kill shots.”

Luke didn’t hesitate whatsoever as he immediately started moving quickly again. He went around two shelves and was about to head to one side of the other position where there had been some movement.

Right at that moment, a red figure leapt over two shelves and pounced on Luke like a nimble cat.

With Luke’s keen senses, he knew he wouldn’t be able to raise his AK in time.

Thus, he dropped the AK before leaning backward immediately and kicking out with his leg.

The red figure hadn’t expected such a swift reaction from Luke. The kick landed squarely in her abdomen, and she crashed loudly into a shelf.

Luke finally got a clear look at the red figure as he immediately shouted, “HPD! Freeze!” while he drew his gun and aimed it at her.

The red figure only blanked out for a moment and Luke’s gun was already aimed at her head.

“Carol Mira?” Luke asked in a low voice.

The red figure clutched at her abdomen and gasped for breath while asking, “Y- you’re the police?”

When Luke saw the system notification, he was overjoyed. His expression unchanged, he said, “Yes. Westside Police Department, Detective Luke Coulson.”

The woman in red seemed to hesitate as she asked, “Are you here to catch me as well?”

Luke hesitated slightly before he shook his head. “No, I’m here on a weapons smuggling case.”

Carol visibly relaxed as she said, “Can… can you let me go, then?”

Luke quickly recalled what he had seen in the file, and reached a conclusion. He remained silent.

Using his free hand, he pointed in one direction.

Carol looked over and saw Selina there.

Luke waved his hand and told the woman to hurry up. Joy surfaced on Carol’s face as she nodded and whispered, “Thank you.”

Then, she forced herself up and crawled over to Selina.

Luke’s kick made her feel as if her entire belly had been pierced through. Fortunately, she had an unique ability that enabled her to quickly recover.

As she moved, Luke’s gun remained pointed at her. Since she couldn’t do anything about it, she stopped worrying about him.

Luke gestured at Selina and she silently moved to one side to open up a path for Carol.

Selina had been watching Luke’s back all along, and she had been guarding the passageway they had come in from.

Carol glanced at her and nodded in thanks before fleeing.

When Luke saw Carol flee the warehouse, he sighed inwardly before focusing on what was happening inside the warehouse again.

He moved to Cheney and asked, “Where are your colleagues? The environment here is too difficult. A woman in red ambushed me earlier, and after I kicked her, she hid again. Do you want to tell your colleagues to move out? Otherwise, I’m afraid I might accidentally kill them.”

Cheney broke out in a cold sweat when he heard that.

He had personally witnessed Luke’s skills with a gun. He was too terrifying.

Almost every time he fired a shot, an enemy would die. If his colleagues were shot by mistake, they would most certainly die as well.

Although they were on a mission, this place was indeed too unfavorable for them.

After a slight hesitation, Cheney talked to his colleagues on the radio. Next, Luke started hearing people move toward them.

He heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that.

The two people moving toward them were probably Cheney’s colleagues. Another person didn’t move, and that was most likely the poor soul who had been shot in the leg.

Luke whispered to Cheney, “I’ll go get your injured colleague as well. Remember, tell him to hold his fire.”

Cheney nodded awkwardly and spoke into the radio again.

As for Luke, he quickly found the injured person and made sure that the person saw him clearly before he drew closer.

When he arrived, he said, “Please don’t aim your gun at me anymore. Keep silent.”

Then, he held his gun in one hand and dragged the person by the collar with his other hand. He didn’t care if the person was hurting or not as he started to drag him toward Cheney.

Perhaps Luke had frightened off the enemy, as there was no longer any sign of them. Even when Luke reached Cheney, not a single shot had been fired at him.