Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 653 - Dart Message and Professional Cleaner

Chapter 653 Dart Message and Professional Cleaner

His partner snorted angrily and lay down. He took another puff, raised his right hand, and stared at the burning cigarette. “If I’m unlucky, a bullet will get me before lung cancer does, and my wife and son will become someone else’s…”

Swoos.h.!.+

A shadow suddenly spun its way through the gap in the window, cut through the burning cigarette, and pierced the tissue box on the dashboard.

Both of the FBI agents bent down at the same time as their gazes swept over their surroundings.

But the subsequent attacks that they were expecting didn’t happen. It was utterly quiet.

Bent down, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

Eventually, the driver carefully picked up the tissue box and pulled out the item that was stuck in it… It turned out to be a dart. Staring at the weirdly-shaped dart for a while, their expressions then changed as they exclaimed, “Batman?”

Both ends of the dart that the driver was holding had significantly curved edges like wings and the middle of the dart protruded a little, which made it look like a slightly exaggerated bat.

As they yelled, the driver brought the dart closer for a more careful look.

It was impossible for him to turn on a light while they were on a surveillance a.s.signment, so he could only examine the dart in what little light there was outside.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he peeled off a note that was stuck to the flat side of the dart.

He quickly took out a small flashlight and used his legs to hide the light as he read the note.

His partner asked in a low voice, “What is it?” The driver: “An address, three blocks away.”

His partner: “What’s going on?”

The driver considered for a moment before he said, “Let’s report to the boss first. If there’s no other choice, then the two of us will go.”

A moment later, the driver hung up helplessly.

Their boss had ordered them to stand by, and a backup unit would go check the address to make sure it wasn’t a trap.

Bored stiff, they could only keep staring at the end of the street as the cars pa.s.sed by.

His partner, whose cigarette had been cut in half before he could finish it, had already rolled up the window.

He nearly p.i.s.sed his pants because of the dart just now; he felt that it was safer to close the window.

In the end, several minutes after he closed the window, another shadow spun toward them out of the darkness and pierced the engine hood in front of their eyes.

The two of them both swore at the shock and ducked down again.

A moment later, they craned their necks slightly and looked at what was in the engine hood.

It was a second bat dart!

The driver gritted his teeth. “I just had my car repainted the other day! This d.a.m.n…”

He held back.

He actually quite admired Batman.

The two of them looked at each other before they got out. Covering for each other, the driver peeled the note off the bat dart once more and turned on his flashlight.

It was yet another address, but five blocks further away.

They had a bad feeling and called their boss again. After a brief silence, their boss this time said, “Okay, I’ll have the squads nearby check it out. You stay right there. It might be a trick to lure you away. The criminals may be trying to get past you. Don’t be careless.”

After they hung up, the driver’s partner cursed. “Bullsh*t! How can Batman possibly help the criminals deal with us?”

The driver, however, shook his head. “We don’t know that it was Batman who threw the dart!” He looked at the dashboard as he spoke.

There were two evidence bags on the dashboard that contained the two bat darts they had just collected.

He suddenly said, “Why don’t you open the window on your side five centimeters?”

His partner found that odd. “What’s wrong?” The driver: “The car still stinks of your cigarette. It’s disgusting.” His partner grumbled unhappily but still did as he was told.

Suddenly, their boss called them. “Are you still there?”

“Yes,” replied the driver.

Boss: “Don’t move without my order. Let me know if anything happens again.” He then hung up, and the driver’s partner was confused. “What the h.e.l.l? Why is he asking us to…”

Swoos.h.!.+

A dark shadow flew through the gap in the window on his side.

But this time, a certain someone now had experience and better control of his strength. The dark shadow lost most of its momentum after it flew into the car. It hit the dashboard lightly and fell onto the other two bat darts. The third bat dart had appeared!

This time, the driver simply put on a pair of gloves and peeled the note off the dart, before he relayed the address to his boss.

He understood that he and his partner were just the messengers responsible for delivering Batman’s information to their boss.

Their boss was clearly excited and didn’t have time to say anything else. “Very good. Stay there and wait for updates.”

In his excitement, his boss had in fact revealed some of the truth: The addresses on the notes were indeed sources of information.

After the driver hung up, his partner suddenly asked, “Did you ask me to open the window so that it would be easier for Batman to shoot his darts?”

Unconcerned, the driver lay back. “Otherwise? Should I let him shoot his darts at my engine hood or the door? It’s troublesome to get the car repaired. This way is convenient for everyone.”

Lost for words, his partner could only take out a cigarette. “Then I’m going to have another cigarette. You don’t object?”

“…You cheap dog!” His partner cursed angrily. “Give me a cup of the coffee that your wife made.”

The driver replied with the same look, “Sorry, but I made the coffee today, and I was picking my toenails while I was at it. Still want it?”

“Get lost!” His partner gagged and finally admitted defeat.

They didn’t know that they were the least busy people that night. Their boss, for example, was excitedly making calls and gathering men together. “I don’t care. You have to give me another twenty men. I’ve already arrested more than fifty guys, and at least three of them are major wanted criminals. We have yet to identify the rest of them. If you don’t want the big fish to escape, you better give me more men…”

Luke was also very busy.

Thanks to his drones, which were on autopilot, the surveillance cameras on the top of some highrise buildings, and the information he obtained from the gangs, he was able to lock onto several suspicious locations.

He simply investigated the locations one by one. As long as there was an illegal gathering of armed unknown men, they became possible targets.

After he overturned each criminal nest, he would send a dart message and have the professionals clean up the mess.

He visited sixteen locations in a row, and five of them had allies, including but not limited to the FBI, the DEA, the CIA and Homeland Security.

In the other eleven locations were tough criminals who had gathered from all over the world for that hundred-million-dollar reward.