Super Detective in the Fictional World

Bobby was struggling to flee despite his wounds, but the players were on his tail like jackals in the African desert, waiting for their prey to bleed to death from fear before they lunged forward brutally.

However, jackals hunted for food and to survive, while these people were simply enjoying the kill; they were far more rotten than jackals.

Luke turned the wheel and approached a car from the side.

The man on the back of the car shouted angrily, “Hey, you need to ask for our permission if you want to participate, George… Huh, where’s George?”

Luke was now parallel with the player’s car. He raised his right hand.

Bang!

The driver, who was looking at him in surprise, lost his head.

Luke hit the brake and lowered his head, aiming at the man standing on the back of the car.

Bang!

Another headshot.

After the two gunshots, there was yelling on the walkie-talkie. “Hey, who’s shooting? Aren’t guns forbidden in the hunt?”

Luke chuckled and hit the gas. His pickup soon reached the other car.

Bang! Bang!

Luke quickly drove his car over to Bobby, who was still running. He opened the door and grabbed the boy. “Hey, it’s me.”

Bobby was stunned to see Luke. “You… You’re with them, too?”

Luke was rendered speechless by his line of thinking.

Grimly, he said in a low voice, “Are you blind? I killed four people to save you.”

Dazed, Bobby looked at the two cars not far away, only to discover that they were quiet.

Luke gloomily checked Bobby’s wounds, before he helped the boy lie down in the backseat of a player’s car. “Stay here. I’ll take you to the doctor after I kill those perverts. Try to keep quiet. Pretend that you’re dead.”

He was about to close the door, when Bobby suddenly said, “Please. Help my dad, my mom and my sister.”

Luke waved his hand. “I will if I can. Why else would I save you?” He closed the door even though Bobby clearly planned to keep begging.

He had no time to waste on Bobby. Selina was still in the hollow by herself.

Luke had to clean up those players and pick up Selina. It wasn’t safe to leave her alone there.

He drove forward again and soon heard noises in another direction. He turned his wheel and tracked it down.

Luke sneered when he saw what was going on.

Gus, the owner of the hostel, was right here. He was jeering at a middle-aged woman.

The woman was naturally Asel, Bob’s wife and Bobby’s mother.

She begged and cried in despair and fright, but her hands were tied down by several people, who kept her from moving.

Luke parked the car far away. He didn’t want his car to alarm the scum who were having fun.

He quickly approached them through the woods without catching their attention.

They were too fixated on Asel, who was struggling in agony.

This was their playground. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Luke heard a few more familiar voices besides Gus’s. They seemed to be the people who had moved him here from the hostel.

Remembering their conversation, Luke realized that they were probably the lackeys of the real players.

It was their job to look for targets, move the targets, watch over the vehicles, and probably collect the bodies in the end.

Judging from their clothes, they obviously weren’t rich, but were more like laborers.

There were three cars and seven people in total.

However, they were nowhere near as dangerous as the people who had hunted Bobby just now.

Most of them were half-naked, with their masks and pants taken off. They were ready to unleash their animal nature.

Luke didn’t even need to punch them. He merely struck them on the back of their heads one by one.

Men became engrossed when doing certain things, and became slow at responding to external changes.

This was exactly the case for these people.

In two seconds, they all fell to the ground, still smiling.

Luke stomped on their feet and ensured that he had crushed them, before he kicked Gus away.

The hostel owner’s vertebrae cracked loudly under Luke’s furious kick.

Asel was still crying when Luke covered her with someone’s shirt. “It’s okay, Asel. I’m Luke.”

He pulled her up and took her into a vehicle not far away. “Asel, I don’t have time for you. Stay here, find more clothes and weapons, and hide in the car. I’m going to save your husband and your daughter.”

Luke then left.

Asel was indeed in a terrible situation, but she wasn’t nearly as badly wounded as her son was.

Luke only had the time to give her a few instructions.

On his way here, Luke had eliminated twenty-five players and eleven cars.

There couldn’t be many of them left, but Luke hadn’t found the condescending host of the game yet.

When Luke drove the car to where everything started, he found Bob dead in the woods several hundred meters away, desperation all over his face.

Obviously, he had been the first target to be killed.

However… where were the rest of the players?

Luke listened carefully, but didn’t hear anything.

He had taken down twenty-five players in a row, but the rest of the players and the host hadn’t seemed to notice anything. It was quite strange.

Frowning, Luke drove along a clear car trail through the woods.

Two minutes later, he found himself in an empty clearing. He was shocked. What happened here?

Four cars were parked here, but the clearing was a mess, with ten people who were obviously players scattered all around.

Luke stopped the car and approached them with his gun in hand.

Circling the clearing, he confirmed that the ten players were all dead, and that they had died in the most miserable way.

One person’s belly had been cut open, another person’s head had been squashed like a fruit, and a body had been twisted into a creepy angle, as if he were a gymnast.

The host of this game, on the other hand, was standing against a tree. It wasn’t until Luke got closer that he realized that the host’s chest had been pierced through with a broken branch, and that he was pinned to the trunk.

In the meantime, Luke smelled a weird stench.