Super Detective in the Fictional World

The police officers quickly dropped their guns.

They had been defeated even when Luke was outnumbered and unarmed.

Now, Luke’s gun was still aimed at them after he shot them. They would be idiots if they continued to put up a fight.

Besides, Luke was a police officer. He couldn’t kill other police officers without reason.

As long as they didn’t die here, they had ten thousand ways to get away with attacking Luke.

After all, Luke wasn’t wearing a uniform or a badge.

This wasn’t Houston, either, but Wolfkyle, which was their territory.

Luke didn’t say anything to them. He simply took out their handcuffs and cuffed them to their cars.

Would they die from their wounds? Well, they could just pray that their arms were long enough for them to reach and press down on the bullet wounds.

If they couldn’t, they might as well die.

Naturally, Luke didn’t leave them the keys to the cars, and threw them into the woods.

Everything happened too fast.

Luke had been highly vigilant, and had still been suspicious even when he saw the police cars.

However, he did recognize Sheriff Brown from a photo he had seen before.

It was for this reason that Luke dropped his weapon.

But their hands had been on their holsters when they approached him.

If they were truly wary, they should’ve aimed at him as soon as they got out of their cars.

Yet their hands had been on their guns as they slowly surrounded Luke, which was highly unusual.

Luke had tossed his gun and asked questions to test them.

He had thrown the gun in a perfect location to pick up again after a roll.

He confirmed that something was wrong when he heard Crewe’s reply.

If this place was fifty kilometers away from Wolfkyle, it would have taken more than twenty minutes to drive here on the highway.

Luke didn’t think that the two police officers would dare to drive so fast in the middle of the night.

It was still a distance from the highway to these woods, which meant that it would’ve still taken an hour if they had received a 911 call in Wolfkyle and came here immediately.

However, it had been no more than ten minutes since Luke heard the first gunshot.

Could the two police officers be supermen who had flown into this wilderness from Wolfkyle in just ten minutes and pinpointed the location of the victim so accurately?

Obviously, something was wrong with them.

They hadn’t aimed at Luke earlier because it would be easier to kill him when they were closer.

What they didn’t know was that Luke had been luring them into attacking by dropping his gun.

After dealing with the rotten police officers, Luke picked up the satellite phone again.

He called Thomas, and the phone was picked up almost instantly.

Luke said, “Chief, two police officers from Wolfkyle who call themselves York Brown and Nicholas Crewe just arrived. They shot at me after I dropped my weapon and told them who I was. I suspect that they’re related to the criminals, and that they were here precisely to get rid of me.”

Thomas exclaimed, “What?”

He didn’t know what to say.

Luke seemed like such a sunny and friendly man. Why was he so unlucky?

Thomas said without any hesitation, “I’ll tell that to the detectives and the FBI agents who are on their way. You didn’t kill them, did you?”

Luke said, “No, they’re only wounded. Chief, I need to find Selina. She’s hiding in the woods.”

Thomas said, “Take care.”

Luke hung up and checked his left arm.

It wasn’t serious. The bullet had gone all the way through and wasn’t stuck inside.

He wrapped the injury with bandages from the pickup. That was the best he could do for now.

While dealing with his wound, he picked up the other gun which he had dropped earlier and ran into the woods.

The sheriff and his deputy were confused. What was going on? We nearly killed you, and you’re not going to do anything to us?

Luke ran faster and faster.

Since he was alone this time, it only took him two minutes to reach the hollow where Selina was hiding.

He called Selina’s name before he bent his head, in case Selina blew up his head with the speargun.

But his mood darkened when he looked inside the hollow.

Selina was gone.

In the meantime, he smelled a familiar scent.

Frowning, he glanced around quickly, and finally found a puddle of the reddish black fluid on the edge of the hollow.

It was exactly the same as the fluid that he had found where the host of the game had died, with the same unique stench.

Grimly, Luke put on the night vision goggles that he hadn’t used before this, and started to follow the trail of the reddish black fluid.

After a hundred meters, he saw a stick-like object. It was the speargun which he had left with Selina.

An arrow hung on a rope from the speargun, and was stained with the smelly reddish black fluid.

Not far away from the speargun, Luck found a cave opening.

After a search, he soon found a piece of ragged cloth and a shoe near the opening.

The ragged cloth was part of the T-shirt that he had covered Selina’s feet with, and he had taken that shoe off one of the guards earlier.

Taking a deep breath, Luke took out his Beretta and crawled into the narrow, dark tunnel.

It was so cramped that Luke couldn’t walk at all, and could only crawl.

After crawling ten meters, he found himself in a space that was slightly wider.

Luke slowed down and listened carefully.

There was no sound.

He slowly crawled out of the tunnel and squinted as he looked around.

He wasn’t a geologist and he didn’t know what kind of place this was, but it seemed to be just a simple cave to him.

The good news was that there wasn’t an ambush waiting for him here.

The bad news was that there was nothing in this place. Selina wasn’t here.

Crouching, Luke held his gun in his right hand and drew the knife out with his left hand. The body of the blade glinted dully in the dark of the cave.

Supporting the weight of the gun in his right hand with his left, Luke stayed on full alert as he pressed on quickly and smoothly.

He tried to stay quiet and steady.