Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1508 - Thrown In, and Behind the Scenes

Chapter 1508: Thrown In, and Behind the Scenes

Phil cursed inwardly. He tried to control his fall, but it was too late.

There were heavy and quick footsteps as the two red dots swiftly approached him.

Looking at the shocked “Lanie,” Lamar grinned hideously. “Die, you son of a b*tch!”

Duang!

There was the clear sound of metal colliding.

Lamar was stunned.

A strange man with a black and white skull face had suddenly appeared between him and “Lanie.”

The man grabbed Lamar’s left fist with his right hand.

“Go to h.e.l.l.” Lamar was only stunned for a moment, before he immediately bellowed angrily. He exerted strength in his left arm and legs, planning to use the mechanical strength of his body to knock down this new opponent.

But… it was useless!

The black and white skeleton tilted its head to look at him. It remained unmoving; its arm didn’t even shake.

Lamar’s face changed.

Before Lamar could react, Luke pressed the muzzle of the gun to his abdomen.

Bang! Bang!

Two paralysis bullets were fired.

Before he could feel the impact in his lower abdomen, Lamar subconsciously kicked out.

Duang! Duang!

An enormous metallic clash rang out in the room.

The legs of the two figures turned into countless afterimages which collided fiercely.

But less than two seconds later, Lamar’s legs suddenly gave out, and he pa.s.sed out.

Luke grabbed him and put him into s.p.a.ce 2, before he turned the gun around.

Bang! A paralysis bullet shot out.

Phil looked at him in astonishment before he fell onto the couch.

Luke secretly apologized and put him away in s.p.a.ce 2.

It was impossible to put a person into s.p.a.ce 2 unless they were unconscious, so Phil had to be knocked out first.

Luke waited a moment.

In s.p.a.ce 2, Osiris began to model Lamar’s body, including his fingerprints, his irises, body shape, and so on.

In less than a minute, all of Lamar’s information was inputted into a blank Thousand Faces System.

Two minutes later, the modeling was completed.

Luke put away the armor and put on the new mask.

Ten seconds later, a brand new Ironfist Lamar appeared in the room.

Luke put on a black suit and deliberately messed it up a little, before he pushed the door open and left.

At that moment, the power that had been cut off was restored.

The brawny man at the door was stunned to see Luke. “Boss, you…”

Luke waved his hand impatiently. “I was too rough. She’s knocked out. Hm, what happened just now? Why did the power go out?”

The brawny man shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Luke glared at him. “Then why are you still here? Get up there and don’t come back until you’ve fixed the problem for me.”

The man trembled. He nodded quickly and ran off.

As for why Boss Lamar was suddenly so bad-tempered, it was probably because he hadn’t had his fill yet, which was very normal.

It was even easier to explain away the sungla.s.ses he was suddenly wearing; maybe “Lanie” had given him a black eye.

Thinking that, the man ran even faster.

Catching his boss in an ugly state was courting death. He didn’t want to be the ninth lackey to be killed.

Luke walked past the camera on the first bas.e.m.e.nt level with a dark face. He stood in front of the elevator and looked lost in thought.

In the meantime, he activated Sharp Nose and Elementary Sound Wave, and Alfred quickly a.n.a.lyzed the function of the small screen next to the elevator.

Ten seconds later, Luke seemed to wake up from his thoughts. He pressed his right hand to the screen.

The screen lit up. At the same time, a device shot out a red light to scan Luke’s eyes.

After several seconds, the elevator doors opened quietly, and he walked in. The elevator descended.

…

At the same time, a man in a room in D.C. suddenly frowned.

He went to the washroom, opened the message on his phone and frowned.

There were only two numbers in the message. The first indicated a target number, and the second indicated an unexpected situation.

Other people wouldn’t understand anything even if they received the message. Only those who knew the numbers and the code would know what it meant: Lamar, System has lost contact.

He left the room and took the elevator.

A red-haired woman in the elevator nodded at him. “Agent Garrett, getting off work?”

John Garrett smiled back politely. “Yes, Agent Hand.”

After this greeting, they both tacitly looked away and looked out at the view of D.C. through the transparent walls of the elevator. They didn’t say anything else.

They were familiar with each other, but didn’t interact on a personal level; they didn’t even have much contact in an official capacity.

They were only being polite because they were in the same elevator.

To make the silence as the elevator went down less awkward, they exchanged the simplest of courtesies.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Hand nodded at him again and walked out.

Garrett relaxed slightly. Not only was Hand smart and capable, she wasn’t on his side.

His emotions had been a little turbulent after receiving the news earlier; it wouldn’t be good if she noticed.

The elevator descended and soon reached the underground garage.

Garrett drove out, leaving the Triskelion building behind him.

Only then did he relax. His slightly relaxed smile turned into pursed lips, and his narrowed eyes gave him a dark look.

Lamar himself was nothing to him. He was just a p.a.w.n.

However, this p.a.w.n was still a successful test subject, and the experimental equipment on the Death Soldier was very expensive.

For another thing, Lamar’s life was in Garrett’s hands. He wasn’t scared of the man turning traitor at all.

From the moment the Clairvoyant System in Lamar’s eyes lost contact, Lamar would only be safe for one hour before he self-destructed and his head was burned out.

At the same time, the Death Soldier model would explode into pieces, taking with it any ideas someone else may have about it.

That was why Garrett had left the goods from Mexico to Lamar.

Lamar opened a bar in Baltimore, which was close to D.C. and easier for Garrett to control.

But now, Garrett wasn’t headed for Baltimore, but in another direction.

…

When Luke entered the second bas.e.m.e.nt level, he realized that it was actually a completely sealed-off warehouse for the goods.

There was no need for someone to stand guard here; to minimize the possibility of someone sneaking in, there weren’t even any ventilation ducts here.

No wonder the Spiders hadn’t been able to enter; apart from the elevator and another metal door, there were no gaps in this warehouse.

After checking that there were no surveillance devices here, Luke threw the goods and cash into his inventory.

There wasn’t much of each; there was only a few dozen kilograms of drugs and just over 10,000 in cash.

There were sc.r.a.pes on the floor and the walls, which suggested that usually, a lot of goods were piled up here; it just so happened that they had already been moved out at the moment.

Luke wasn’t too disappointed, because there was something else interesting here.

Some machines had been placed in one corner of the warehouse. Luke currently didn’t have time to look at them more closely, but they were undoubtedly expensive.

This wasn’t something a person like Lamar liked to play with. Instead, it was more in the vein of his own mechanical equipment.

Naturally, he put these machines away in his inventory before he returned to the first bas.e.m.e.nt level..