Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 390 - Superstar? Rock Star? Luke Has Potential

Chapter 390 Superstar? Rock Star? Luke Has Potential

Even so, everything in Luke’s backpack was poured out and scrutinized before he was allowed to pa.s.s.

Not just that, the car couldn’t drive in either.

Luke shrugged and could only jog to the airfield on his own.

With his keen sight, he could already see the two women among the men on the airfield.

One of them was Sheerah, and the other was Mona Molas, her a.s.sistant.

Of course, a.s.sistant Mona also had to be the stylist, makeup artist and PA all at once for the time being; she would have to take on multiple roles for this special performance.

It was the same for Luke.

As a staff member, he was responsible for moving four huge boxes. Thankfully, the boxes had wheels and he didn’t need to carry them.

Apart from that, he was also responsible for security and communication.

He couldn’t make the two women run up and down, so he was the one who went to the helicopter to ask the soldier there, “When are we leaving?”

The soldier replied indifferently, “We’re waiting for someone to arrive.”

After half an hour, another group of people drove into the airfield and boarded the helicopter as soon as they got out.

This was a tandem rotor helicopter, and thirty people got on with a bunch of equipment.

Most of them were men.

A dozen of them were dressed like members of a band, and the rest were dressed like waiters.

There was one young woman in the team. She was wearing a s.e.xy black halter top and tight pants.

Luke estimated that the blonde with short hair might not be twenty yet, and she was even hotter than Sheerah.

Sheerah was surprised. Who was this woman? She looked like a big star, but Sheerah didn’t know her at all.

After the strangers all got on board, the soldiers finally nodded at Luke, hinting that they could go.

Luke smiled and called for Sheerah and Mona to get aboard. He arranged for them to sit at the rear end of the helicopter, away from the thirty strangers.

Then, he greeted a man who looked like a band member with a smile. “Hey, buddy, are you going to perform too? Your equipment looks really interesting.”

The man was stumped for a moment. “Do you recognize it?”

Luke quickly shook his head. “No, I’m new in this business, but it looks very cool.”

The man chuckled. “I’m sure it does.” He then turned away, unwilling to talk to Luke any longer.

Luke scratched his head in embarra.s.sment, like a simple young fellow who had just been rebuffed.

The other men noticed but didn’t really care. They simply chuckled with mocking smirks.

Luke turned around. Seeing the confusion in Sheerah’s eyes, he hastily apologized. “Sorry, I’m not familiar with this job yet.”

Though puzzled, Sheerah replied casually, “It’s fine. Just pay a little more attention.”

She wasn’t a fool.

From her recollection, this wasn’t Luke’s character.

But since Luke didn’t explain, she wouldn’t insist on an answer.

She never questioned Luke’s professionalism.

Elsa had mentioned before that Luke was a good fighter and was gutsy.

After their previous encounters, Sheerah also had full confidence in him.

She had only hired Luke because Uncle Bryan was already on a trip in Istanbul with his daughter and wouldn’t be back for days.

When Sheerah told him about this security mission, Bryan had simply reminded her, “Go find that boy named Luke. He’s quite capable.”

She hadn’t thought of Luke sooner because he was officially a detective, and it might be difficult for him to accept a private job.

This time, she was giving him ten thousand bucks for this job.

It was extremely expensive for a six-hour security service.

But Sheerah wanted a bodyguard who was capable and trustworthy, so she didn’t mind sh.e.l.ling out this amount.

She sensed that something wasn’t right, but she was smart enough not to say anything.

There were times when curiosity killed the cat.

She wasn’t an idiot.

She had encountered a lot of unusual things in ten years of show business.

So, there was no way she would ask these people why their instruments didn’t match her performance.

A band and singer should communicate well before a performance, otherwise something was very likely to go wrong.

Sheerah was an A-list singer in America, and this band should’ve greeted her at the very least.

From that point of view, they were very unprofessional.

Sheerah kept silent, and told Mona in pa.s.sing that she was slightly dizzy and not to let her be disturbed while she got some rest.

Mona, who had been very unhappy about the band’s att.i.tude, was discouraged from arguing with them, in case it disturbed Sheerah’s rest.

So, she could only keep her mouth shut and prepare for the upcoming performance.

Thankfully, the uncomfortable flight didn’t take very long, and the helicopter landed just half an hour later.

When the doors opened, Luke quickly helped the two ladies off first. He then pushed out the four boxes, and cleared the way for the strangers on board.

The strangers got off in single file. A man patted Luke’s shoulder as he pa.s.sed by and said, “You’re a hardworking boy! Do your best; after today, you’ll definitely be promoted!” He then laughed and waved as he walked away.

With a bashful smile, Luke continued pus.h.i.+ng the four boxes dutifully.

The man just now was wearing a leather jacket that had a heavy metal vibe. With his spiky hair and headband, and his big gla.s.ses, he looked like a rock singer in every way.

But a rock singer who didn’t know Sheerah? Was that possible?

As one of the most famous divas in the country, Sheerah might not be known by every citizen, but even those in the music circle who didn’t like her style would have heard of her.

This wasn’t about personal preference, but was a matter of reputation in the circle.Luke gave two of the lighter boxes to Mona, and then pushed the other two boxes as they went forward.

The scene was pretty lively.

There were marines everywhere in front of them, from top to bottom and left to right.

Dropping their tools or crouching along the handrails, some cheered and some whistled, and some were yelling a name.

Luke could easily tell that the name they were shouting the loudest wasn’t Sheerah, but… Jordan Tyler.

Who was that?

Seeing that the marines were all focused on the short-haired blonde, that was undoubtedly her name.

Almost her entire back was exposed; it was elegantly curved, highlighting the gentle beauty of a woman. Her tight pants were black at first sight, but when Luke observed them more carefully from the back, he realized that they were slightly transparent, and he could faintly see a deep-colored thong.