Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 904 - A Crime Lord Who Doesn't Understand Technology Is Tragic

Chapter 904: A Crime Lord Who Doesn’t Understand Technology Is Tragic

Seeing that Luke was about to disappear at the turn on the stairs, Mindy quickly caught up with him. “Wait, how can a table pay attention? That’s not right!”

Luke said, “That’s why you have to study more! It’s actually very simple, but…”

As he used the unreliable jargon of keyboard warriors from his previous life to befuddle the little girl, the two of them reached the rooftop.

Damon was already talking to his archenemy, D’Amico.

Their conversation was unusually straightforward.

Damon, who was here for revenge tonight, didn’t hide at all. When D’Amico dragged his son to the rooftop, he saw Damon.

D’Amico understood. “It’s you!”

Damon said, “It’s me.”

Damien asked, “Why don’t you just die?”

Damon said, “Because I want to see you die.”

“Then let’s see you try!”

Damon said, “I will.”

Their eyes burned with anger.

These two had been entangled for more than ten years, and truly were lifelong enemies.

In the past year, the two of them had been going back and forth, digging pits for each other and jumping out to counterattack.

There were a few times when Damon had almost died, but D’Amico also suffered heavy losses. He lost more than ten batches of money, goods, and people.

Both parties roared and charged at each other like two red-eyed bulls. They raised their guns and fired wildly.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

In just two seconds, they collided.

Damon, who was wearing armor, had the upper hand. He was still fine after being hit by three bullets.

However, a bullet brushed past his ribs, but he didn’t seem to notice. He threw his pistol aside and continued charging forward as his hands reached out for D’Amico.

D’Amico didn’t back down at all. He threw his gun away and fought back.

With low thuds, the two of them punched and kicked each other wildly.

After fighting for a minute, D’Amico’s face was swollen and his nose was bleeding.

Damon’s armor protected him, and he was still unharmed.

Suddenly, the unrecognizable D’Amico grinned hideously. “So what if you have this tortoise sh.e.l.l? Die!”

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on Damon’s wrist and wrapped his legs around Damon’s neck. He fixed Damon’s right arm in place in a standard arm lock.

D’Amico had never been a weak boss. He had killed countless opponents in his youth.

He was proficient in judo, aikido, boxing, and Muay Thai. He was an absolute combat expert.

Even though he was almost 40 years old, his combat training had never stopped.

He had long known that a bullet wouldn’t kill Damon, this old rival. Most of his furious appearance earlier had been a front to enrage Damon so that D’Amico could get close and find an opportunity to kill him.

As expected, Damon was too agitated to shoot properly.

He would have been able to shoot up D’Amico like a sieve, but had only hit him once this time.

Perhaps, Damon subconsciously didn’t want to kill his enemy in one shot. He needed to vent over ten years’ worth of fury, which was why he beat D’Amico up until his face was swollen.

At that moment, Luke and Mindy appeared at the top of the stairs.

Seeing that her father seemed to be at a disadvantage, Mindy subconsciously reached for her gun.

Luke pressed down on her shoulder. “There’s no need. Your father isn’t that weak. Besides, he’s still wearing his armor. Let him get his last revenge.”

Mindy was stumped for a moment before she understood.

Damon’s brand new armor was an utter cheat in a fight with D’Amico.

Damon just didn’t want to kill him too quickly.

Luke chuckled inwardly. A crime lord should also keep up with the times. The saying that the wealthy relied on technology made sense.

D’Amico, who didn’t rely on technology, was the opposite.

At that moment, D’Amico was trying to break Damon’s arm.

But… nothing happened.

Stunned for a moment, he exerted strength again.

Still… nothing happened.

Damon suddenly sneered. “Surprise! F*ck you!”

He slowly bent his right arm, which had been pulled straight, ignoring D’Amico’s weight of almost 200 pounds.

“You! Go to h.e.l.l!” he roared, and twisted around.

Damon picked up D’Amico’s tall and st.u.r.dy body and swung him around in the air before smas.h.i.+ng him onto the ground.

D’Amico choked for a few seconds at the impact. He could no longer hold onto Damon’s right arm with his limbs, and he dropped down. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Of course, it wasn’t internal bleeding. It was just that D’Amico had bitten his own tongue at the fierce smash, and the blood spurted out along with his saliva.

Mindy’s eyes glowed.

The new armor which Luke had given them had a very simple mechanical support system.

They didn’t have much control over the mechanical system, but the protective joints wouldn’t twist around and the explosive power could crush an ordinary person.

Using your own weight to press down on your opponent’s joint in an arm lock was the proverbial “arm can’t beat thigh” battle tactic. Facing the armor’s mechanical support system was simply courting death.

Not only was D’Amico unable to break Damon’s “iron” arm, he also couldn’t withstand the tremendous power of the support system, and was instantly paralyzed after being struck down.

Luke curled his lip again. A crime lord who didn’t know anything about science was such a joke.

Damon slowly got up and looked down at D’Amico. “Do you have any last words?”

As D’Amico coughed, he spat blood at Damon. “You’re coming down with me, including that little girl with you. She’s your daughter, right? Haha, she’ll go to h.e.l.l with you.”

Damon kicked him hard in the mouth. “No, h.e.l.l only belongs to trash like you. Go to h.e.l.l!”

As he spoke, he drew another gun and aimed it at D’Amico’s head.

“No, don’t kill my father!” A thin figure lunged at Damon and blocked the gun.

It was a young man around fifteen or sixteen years old, but his face was pale and he looked grim.

The young man shouted as he pushed Damon hard in the chest, as if to stop him from shooting.

Damon didn’t say anything. With a gentle push, the young man staggered back and fell to the ground.

Pa!

A hole appeared in the middle of D’Amico’s forehead.

His eyes were still fixed on Damon, but they gradually lost their l.u.s.ter.

“Dad! Dad!” The young man cried as he crawled over and hugged D’Amico’s body tightly.

Damon silently walked past D’Amico and the young man.

“Just you wait, I’ll definitely kill you,” the young man suddenly roared at Damon’s back.

Then, he looked at Luke and Mindy. “And you. None of you can escape.”

Crossing his arms, Luke said over the comms, “This young man has guts. What should we do?”