Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 547 - Wade’s Name Card and Job Scope

Chapter 547 Wade’s Name Card and Job Scope

Wade’s mouth dropped open in shock. Stumped for a moment, he frowned in contemplation, before he suddenly pointed at Luke and shouted, “Sh*t! You’re that cop from the boat? Wait!”

He then looked at Selina and examined her, before he nodded confidently. “You’re that beautiful female cop.”

Luke shrugged. “So, we have the authority to take these two suspects away, right?”

Various expressions flitted across Wade’s face as he hesitated.

He didn’t do anything when Luke and Selina dragged the two unconscious guys out.

While he wasn’t a wholly law-abiding man, he wouldn’t a.s.sault police officers – at least, not the ones who weren’t dirty.

After walking more than ten meters away, Luke looked at Wade who was so angry he was pulling his ears and scratching his cheeks. Smiling, he fished out something and casually threw it to Wade.

Wade raised his hand and caught the two wads that were thrown to him. He asked suspiciously, “What’s the meaning of this?”

Luke was already walking out. He replied without looking back, “Your payment. Ten thousand for each of them.”

Stunned for a moment, Wade put the money in his pocket and then chased after Luke. “Wait, wait.”

Luke didn’t stop, and continued dragging his captives forward.

Running up to Luke, Wade turned around and started walking backward as he kept pace with Luke. “Hey, buddy, I was so busy the last few days trying to catch them. You think you can increase the fee?”

Luke didn’t even bother to look at him. “George Huck killed a bank robber who stole 250,000 dollars from a bank, and so did Crystal Vince, except that the robber he killed looted 320,000 dollars. You sure you want me to increase your fee?”

Wade’s smile stiffened, but he immediately continued, “Right, forget it. Look, L.A. seems pretty messy lately, and I happen to be free. If you have more work like this, how about you look for me? I’m very quick, as long as you pay me.”

Pondering for a moment, Luke nodded. “I like straightforward people like you. Give me your number.”

Hearing that, Wade instantly took out a gaudy-looking card from his pocket and gave it to Luke.

Luke glanced at it and firmly refused to accept it. He read the card out loud. “Big b.u.t.ton Side Bar? Eastern European, African, Asian and Latino dancers? Affordable prices? As the best hitman, you’re actually a part-time dancer at a strip club? You have my admiration.”

Wade choked. He hurriedly took back the card and looked at it, before shoving it back into his

pocket.

He fumbled around in his pocket for a moment and finally took out another card that was equally gaudy-looking.

This time, Luke accepted the card, then read it with a strange expression. “Best Wade! Long-term help for middle school students with doing homework, beating up cla.s.smates, or attending PTA meetings as their parents. Regular homework 20 dollars, summer essays 50 dollars, beating up people under five feet and five inches 50 dollars… Anyone taller than six feet and six inches requires more skill to deal with, price to be negotiated…” Wade sweated. “Haha. Just remember my number.”

“I’ve remembered your number, but your job scope is pretty wide.” Luke clicked his tongue and nodded. “You know a man named Jameson, right? He runs a newspaper in New York.”

Wade rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him.”

Luke hummed in response. “Someone beat him up but didn’t rob him of his twenty thousand bucks, which is great. It just so happens that I handle robbery cases. If I find any leads, I can only issue a warrant or something, if you know what I mean.”

Wade: “…I do.”

“Then that’s good. May you earn money daily without becoming a wanted criminal.” By then, Luke had already walked out of the factory to his car.

Wade disappeared into the dark.

As he ran, he was still muttering to himself, “That Jameson had it coming when he hit on my Vanessa. Throwing his money around and wanting Vanessa to dance for him for the whole night! Hmph! n.o.body can take Vanessa from me.”

On the other side, Luke threw the men into the backseat and got into the driver’s seat. He put the gaudy card on the central console and drove off.

Selina curiously picked up the card and read it, only to burst out laughing. “Listen to this: Will help pretty ladies do their nails, put on lipstick, carry their bags when out shopping, do their laundry, etc. Price negotiable, but not for ugly girls. (P.S.: Was.h.i.+ng underwear, eligible for a discount.)

Also: Attend PTA meetings, 50/hour or part thereof.

Clients who spend 200 dollars will get a free VIP card. The customer is king. Service with sincerity!

Contact: x.x.xx.x.xXX.”

Luke curled his lip. “This guy said it was the bartender who was handing out flyers randomly, but it was him all this time, right?”

Selina was laughing so hard that she couldn’t say a word.

They drove the two unconscious, unfortunate fellows back to the police department.

Elizabeth and Billy were working overtime. When Luke asked, they were more than happy to help

Luke was relieved. Recording the statements one after another was really tiring.

However, he had Elizabeth and Billy go to the observation room next door first, since he wanted to talk to the two guys before that.

After they left, Luke went into the interrogation room and turned off the camera.

He turned around and poured half a bottle of water over each of them.

The two woke up very quickly.

Their expressions couldn’t look any more awful when they saw the familiar environment, and they couldn’t help wondering: Wade that guy, he had actually hooked up with the police?

Looking at the two men whose minds were whirling with ill intent, Luke threw two keys at them. “I’ll give you a chance to make a bet with me.”

Knowing that the keys were for their handcuffs, the two men couldn’t help but look at Luke.

Luke unhurriedly took off his loose outer T-s.h.i.+rt to reveal the s.h.i.+rt that he was wearing underneath. “Undo your handcuffs. If you can beat me, you can leave the police department, and I guarantee that I won’t come after you. If you can’t, just answer my questions and confess what you did.”

The two of them subconsciously looked at each other. George Huck nodded, and so did Crystal Vince.They grabbed the keys and quickly undid their handcuffs.

“Officer, I need to ask you something first. You won’t use your gun, will you?” George asked.

Amused, Luke drew an M686 revolver from under his armpit and placed it on the interrogation table.

The expressions of the two men changed as they stared at the gun.

After a brief silence, George coughed and said, “Officer, do you mean it…”

Crystal suddenly lunged forward to grab Luke around the waist.

George followed closely behind Crystal and swung his fist. It seemed he had been waiting for Crystal to hold Luke in place so that he could punch Luke.

Smiling slightly, Luke lifted his foot and instantly sent Crystal flying with a kick.