Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1145 - Crude Armor and a Fierce Greeting

Chapter 1145: Crude Armor and a Fierce Greeting

Luke chuckled and told her what happened.

From the moment Luke got into the car, Selina knew that he was in a good mood. She and the dog had been on patrol for almost a day, and she needed to listen to something interesting to lift her mood.

Luke knew it was a small request, and naturally wouldn’t refuse.

When Luke told her how strong Nikki and Monica were, Selina forgot to eat the cake.

She gaped for a long while before she murmured, “Seriously? How can they be so strong? Wait, do you think they sneak out at night to beat up hooligans?”

Amused, Luke shook his head. “They might have beaten up some hooligans before, but it definitely isn’t a habit. It would be very hard for them to hide their fighting habits from me, and I’ve never come across them in our database.”

Going out at night to beat up hoodlums was also a form of actual combat.

As for how important it was to build up good habits in actual combat, just look at Selina.

Luke was no longer worried that Selina would lose out if he went too easy on her.

Even though she hardly ever killed anyone, the previous Knee Breaker of L.A. had turned into New York’s Devil Bone Breaker; this upgrade in her t.i.tle amply demonstrated her progress.

It was also because of this that Nikki and Monica, who weren’t used to fighting ruthlessly, could only be considered “academics.”

But Luke didn’t mention that the two girls had superpowers. He and Selina never discussed sensitive matters outside.

Even if his car had pretty solid defenses, it may not help.

Who knew if there were superhumans among the tens of thousands of people around them who could eavesdrop on their conversation.

Safety first. The more they knew, the stricter they had to be with themselves. They absolutely couldn’t relax, or it would be a huge problem.

The two of them chatted on the drive. Tens of thousands of people were already cheering at the venue. The performance was about to start.

Luke and Selina didn’t go over, but simply patrolled areas where there basically weren’t any people.

They weren’t the hardworking patrol officers or support officers. They didn’t have to step in to maintain order, nor did they have to face excited fans.

As for celebrities, they weren’t too interested.

Luke had been promoting Claire in various ways on F2F, and she was starting to become an online celebrity singer.

Selina, who had witnessed the entire “star-making” process, lost interest in celebrities.

Even the little monkey whom she had trounced in the past could be packaged as a star; gossip was meaningless to her.

Just when they thought they could end today’s patrol by taking a spin, an alert suddenly rang out in the car. “An unusual flying object is approaching the venue.”

Luke and Selina looked at the screen on the central console. In the image transmitted by the drone, a shadow was headed for the performance venue, trailing two streaks of flames.

Both of them exclaimed in surprise.

Selina was suspicious. “Is this something Tony Stark added to liven things up?”

Luke, however, dismissed the guess without any hesitation. “That’s impossible. Unless it’s an emergency, that guy would never release such a half-finished product and embarra.s.s himself in front of tens of thousands of viewers. Also, it looks very crude.”

Selina immediately nodded. “That’s true. No wonder I find it ugly.”

If it was Tony’s Iron Man armor, it would have to be gorgeous, elegant and cla.s.sy. It was impossible for it to be big and black.

Luke had already gotten out of the car. “Notify the other officers and Stark’s security to be aware that something might happen at the performance, and to continue maintaining order.”

Selina said, “Okay.”

Of the officers on duty here, she and Luke were probably the only ones who had Happy’s number.

The real danger was the audience running around in a blind panic and causing a stampede.

With tens of thousands of people here, it was too easy for people to be trampled on, causing hundreds of casualties.

So, it was best to sort Tony out first and see if they could lure this unknown a.s.sailant out of the venue.

When Selina started making calls, Luke disappeared into the darkness up ahead.

Luke didn’t immediately head over. Instead, he put on a pair of lenses as he ran, and looked at the image transmitted by the drone.

The thing charging toward the venue looked like a semi-finished suit of metal armor.

Crude ports and rivets could be seen on its surface. The metal plates only protected several vital parts. There was no helmet, only a small piece of metal sticking out behind the head. It wasn’t as st.u.r.dy as Tony’s earliest chunky Mark 0.

However, it clearly had a better power system than the crude Mark 0. It jumped as it advanced, and could jump dozens of meters each time with very economical-looking spurts of flames.

Although its speed wasn’t half-bad, the difference between being able to fly and being able to jump was too great.

Tony could fly faster than a Mach 2 plane; who knew how many times faster he was than this gra.s.shopper-like jumping. This suit was at least several levels lower than Tony’s current Iron Man suit.

Thinking quickly, Luke turned into a transparent shadow and charged toward the performance venue.

On the other side, Selina’s call connected quickly.

Happy still remembered how Luke and Selina had fought the terrorists in Los Angeles and saved the building.

He didn’t think that Selina would make a joke about this.

Even if it was a joke, Tony could come out later and pull things back on track with a joke or two of his own.

The tyc.o.o.n had mindless fans all over America. If he left halfway through the show, it would be nothing more than a conversation topic, and n.o.body would criticize him for it.

In any case, the tyc.o.o.n had often done it before he became Iron Man. n.o.body could do anything about it.

Happy and the security guards rushed onto the stage and dragged Tony away.

Unfortunately, it was too late for them to retreat.

Just as Tony heard Happy’s warning and cooperated with the security guards to retreat, the figure leapt onto the top of a big screen outside the venue.

Then, with a tremendous push, flames burst out of his legs as he jumped into the air and then landed on the stage.

Just before he landed, the flames on his legs died out, allowing him to land easily.

Almost instantly, Tony met the person’s gaze, and they spoke at the same time.

“Tony Stark?”

“Are you looking for me?”

The man smiled, but his face was stiff, and the long scar under his left eye gave him an intimidating look.

He muttered a curse in Russian. The rod-like object in his hands suddenly extended quickly, and in less than two seconds, had split and turned into two long whips.

At the same time, the whips glowed with bluish-white electric light as countless fine electric arcs shot out.

The person struck with the whip in his left hand.

“Dodge!” Tony immediately bellowed and pushed Happy away.

The security guards subconsciously avoided the attack.

It wasn’t a problem for them to block bullets for Tony, but this whip didn’t look like something that a human could withstand.