Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1085 - The Aftermath of Being a Busybody

Chapter 1085: The Aftermath of Being a Busybody

57! Luke counted in his heart and put the bodies into the first inventory s.p.a.ce.

This area, which had a complicated layout, no surveillance cameras, dark alleys, stairs, roofs, and empty homes, was the most suitable hunting ground for him.

He had killed almost twenty hitmen in this hunting ground.

None of them were worth less than 200 experience and credit points, and one was even worth more than 500.

There were two weak chickens worth over 200 points, and three worth more than 400 points.

This could only mean that this bunch of hitmen had committed even more heinous deeds, and all of them deserved to die.

There were no gunshots, no blood, and no bodies. It had been quiet for more than ten minutes, and he had earned almost 7,000 experience and credit points; he was practically practising environmental protection.

If NYPD knew, they would definitely give him the Most Conscientious. .h.i.tman Award for not adding to their burden at all.

Almost twenty hitmen had died, but the other hitmen were unaware, nor did they flee in fear.

In two or three hours, everything would return to normal. n.o.body would know what happened.

None of the hitmen, the Continental Hotel or the High Table would know.

Daddy System, please bless me and help me finish this job! Luke prayed inwardly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Luke frowned. What was going on?

He pulled up an image from the direction of the gunshots and saw a familiar figure. He couldn’t help but curse out loud. What was going on with this guy? Luke was in Harlem, but had still run into him. Did he have sharp ears?

But he knew that it was probably because nothing was happening in the Clinton area, so Red Matt had come out a little further tonight.

It’s my fault! I cleaned up Clinton too well! Luke felt helpless, but wasn’t in a hurry.

The suit Matt was wearing was distinctive, and the hitmen could tell at a glance that it wasn’t John. They weren’t interested in wasting time on him.

As long as he wasn’t surrounded, the man in the dark red suit would still be able to withstand a few bullets.

But watching Matt knock out a hitman with a couple of rods and then throw him into a dumpster, Luke’s lips twitched. You really didn’t kill anyone, but your attacks are no less ruthless than the Knee Breaker’s.

On the screen, the hitman’s limbs were twisted at a weird angle after he was. .h.i.t by the rods; he would probably be half-crippled for the rest of his life.

Thinking that, Luke didn’t continue watching, and moved further away.

Tonight was a feast of points; he didn’t have time to bother with Red Matt, and could just pull the battlefield a little further away.

A moment later, there were a few more gunshots, and the hitmen moved further north as they followed John, who had suddenly exposed himself.

Five minutes later, Luke frowned.

Looking at Matt, who was fighting two more killers on the drone feed, he cursed in his heart.

Not only did Matt chase them, he also found two more hitmen.

It was a good thing that the two hitmen weren’t as good at close combat as Matt. They were fl.u.s.tered at close range and were overwhelmed, otherwise Lawyer Matt would’ve been shot again.

I can’t let Matt get involved in this again, Luke thought.

Tonight was the official clash between John and the hitmen of the High Table, and the conflict between the two parties would become even more intense in the future.

If Matt fought here, it would be very easy to speculate that he was John’s accomplice.

The High Table wasn’t afraid of killing the wrong person in the name of not letting anyone off. Matt’s secret ident.i.ty as a vigilante on the street would be very worrying, and the High Table would very easily uncover his real ident.i.ty.

Making up his mind, Luke turned invisible and quickly approached Matt’s location.

…

Matt was breathing hard as he slammed his elbow into the back of the man’s head.

The Asian fatty who was built a little like a sumo wrestler instantly slowed down. He was resistant to blows, but there wasn’t much flesh on the back of his head, and it wasn’t much more resistant to attacks than an ordinary person’s.

Matt had been sent flying twice by this man. He finally found an opportunity to climb onto the man’s back and then put all his strength into an elbow strike.

After another heavy elbow strike, the eyes of the extremely strong fatty under him finally rolled back. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground with a m.u.f.fled thump.

Matt was exhausted. He lay there for a few seconds without moving.

That had been too hard to deal with! He had beaten up many people, but it was rare to find an opponent as hard to deal with as this fatty.

When he hit the fatty with his rods, all the fatty did was just jolt a few times and yell in pain.

The man had hit Matt a few times; Matt had almost pa.s.sed out at the last strike.

Who the h.e.l.l was this Boogeyman John?

If he had attracted so many hitmen and they were all on the same level as this fatty, how strong was he? Matt cursed inwardly.

Suddenly, he moved.

With his hearing, he could sense that someone was lunging at him.

A second ago, he hadn’t sensed the man at all.

Boogeyman John! Only a super killer who was good at hiding had this ability.

Matt’s mind raced, and he rolled to avoid the guy.

But he was only halfway through his roll, when he suddenly stopped as an ear-piercing noise rang out.

Given how sharp his hearing was, he instantly froze and couldn’t move.

What the h.e.l.l was that? Matt was shocked.

Actually, it was completely quiet around him.

This was a sound that only Matt could hear with his extraordinary hearing.

Luke turned off the device, and the red indicator turned dark.

Seeing that Matt couldn’t move, he was very satisfied. Coming out here to look for someone to beat up; you think I can’t deal with you?

This device was a subsonic weapon invented by Tony. Obadiah had even personally tested it on the tyc.o.o.n, and it could instantly paralyze a person.

Most of the time, Luke didn’t need to use this special weapon since it would easily expose him.

It was most suitable for dealing with Lawyer Matt, a combat expert who was difficult to beat up and who was especially agile.

Every creature had its weakness.

A subsonic weapon that could only be effective when placed within 30cms of an ordinary person’s ear was effective against Matt five meters away.

Matt, who dealt in close combat every day, didn’t stand a chance.

He tried to move, but couldn’t control his body. His ears were still ringing.

Luke took out a gun and aimed it at Matt’s palm.

Da! Da!

An anesthetic? Motherf*cker…

Looking at the special bullet in his palm, Matt’s stiff body suddenly turned limp.

Luke walked over and plucked the tranquilizer from his palm. He then felt around and then took out the fatty’s pistol.

Pa! Pa!

A hole appeared in the heads of the fatty and his accomplice, who was struggling to escape seven or eight meters away.

Throwing the gun at the fatty, Luke dragged Matt into an apartment building.

He soon found an old apartment that hadn’t been occupied for days. He stuffed the busybody under the bed and left.