Super Detective in the Fictional World

Reloading the P226, Luke returned to the elevator and went back down to B1.

When the elevator doors opened, a person was standing inside with a gun in his hand.

The people outside immediately shot at the elevator like crazy, leaving bullet holes everywhere.

Several seconds later, they finally realized that something was wrong and stopped firing.

In the elevator, a security guard was riddled with bullets, but he was still upright.

It wasn’t until that moment that the people outside the elevator realized that it was a dead body that had been strung up.

The moment they stopped shooting, however, a man dropped down from the ceiling and started firing with an MP5 in one hand and a P226 in the other.

Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Half of the dozen people outside the elevator collapsed, and the rest hurried to take cover.

Most of them needed to reload after the earlier gunfire, and couldn’t fight back in time.

Luke didn’t give them any time to catch their breaths. He simply dropped his guns and took out the Glock 17 and the Beretta 92F that he had been carrying.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two guns fired up a storm and with pinpoint accuracy.

The men lying in wait near the elevator were only five meters away. Luke’s precision was shockingly high at such close range.

He dropped three of them with his Glock 17, and his Beretta only hit one. However, those who were hit were all shot in the chest or the head at least twice.

Luke’s gunfire then slowed down.

Gunshots rang out now and then. The tempo wasn’t as vehement as before, but that was even scarier.

It was because Luke was already executing the survivors.

The two guys who didn’t have guns on them had to be buyers. Luke shot them in the head first.

Such criminal bosses were worth at least fifty experience and credit points each.

He then pulled the trigger on those bodyguards that were still twitching, reloading the Beretta 92F on his way.

After Luke executed all of the criminals, he tossed the Beretta aside, the fully loaded Glock 17 still on him.

He then picked up the MP5 that he had dropped earlier and reloaded it, and was now equipped with two fully loaded guns once more.

It was a precaution, but from what he could see, the people who had tried to ambush him were the last three groups of buyers and bodyguards.

Luke took his time going through the corridor as he opened the doors to all the rooms.

Activating Sharp Nose, he confirmed that there wasn’t a single man still alive here.

He also detected the scents of the ten girls inside a room in the middle of the corridor.

They were the “goods” that had been kidnapped, including Kim, whose scent Luke remembered very well.

Luke went to the cage and observed the ten girls. He nodded his head.

These girls were all very pretty. Three girls, including Kim, were more beautiful than the rest, but it wasn’t a huge difference.

Without exception, they were all wearing sexy clothing which exposed most of their skin.

Kim’s outfit was the most lavish one. The other girls were mostly wearing bikinis.

Luke knew why; Kim was probably the only virgin among the ten girls, so she was naturally more valuable.

Why did he know that? Naturally, it was because Amanda the blabbermouth had told him on the plane that Kim was a devout Catholic.

After a quick glance at the girls, Luke was certain that they couldn’t get away on their own.

They had been drugged and could barely stand on their own right now.

So, Luke didn’t hurry to rescue them, but searched the villa first.

Very soon, he found a trolley for moving goods.

Tearing down some of the curtains, he wrapped up the bodies of the people he had killed before he moved them to the pier behind the villa.

Thirteen security guards, a manager, and twelve buyers and bodyguards – that was a lot of people.

Luke didn’t return to the villa until he had stuffed all of them onto a yacht.

He knocked out the three guys who had been hiding in the safe room with the drugs he had found. They had probably been hoping to call for help, but hadn’t been able to.

The crude sedatives had been prepared for the victims, but were used on the despicable security guards in the end.

Breaking the door lock, Luke entered the room and twisted the necks of the three security guards, before dragging them to the yacht.

Finally, he cleaned up the villa.

Ignoring the blood and the bullet holes, he simply packed up the surveillance footage, the interference equipment that he had used, and his homemade daggers.

That way, there would be hardly any clues in the villa that could be traced back to him.

As a police officer, he knew how to destroy the most important leads with minimal effort. That was enough.

He moved the ten girls to the yacht. A moment later, he started the yacht and sailed westward.

Luke sabotaged the yacht’s GPS system in case he was tracked.

Suddenly, one of the phones that he had taken off the criminals rang.

Luke quickly connected his phone to a laptop that he had bought and modified, and launched a program. He then answered the phone.

“Why are you still not back? Where’s the woman I asked for?” It was the voice of an old man.

Thinking quickly, Luke typed on his fake phone and played it. “Sir, the owner of this phone had a car accident. He’s stuck in the car and is waiting to be rescued. Do you need to talk to him?”

After a brief silence, the old man said, “Give him the phone.”

Luke typed and played, “Okay, sir. Please wait a moment.” But Luke actually put the phone down and looked at the program on his laptop.

“Hello? Hello?” The old man was obviously confused.

A notification suddenly popped up in the program that Luke was looking at: Signal Source Located.

A red spot appeared on the map, along with an address and a set of coordinates.

Luke chuckled and looked at the phone, the call already disconnected. “Gotcha!”

This phone had been on one of the five buyers, who was the only person among them who had been carrying a gun.

Luke had watched him.

The man was more like a bodyguard than a magnate. The calluses on his hands indicated that he used guns and blades frequently.

No rich person would play with weapons so frequently unless they were Batman or the Green Arrow.