Super Detective in the Fictional World

(Thank you to Gokda, the head of Kim Taekwai ear earns very good support for this book)

(Thank you to the Master, Lonely Soul Nightshade for your support of this book)

It's not that Luke is afraid of the old man, but he's used to never fighting a battle he can't win, especially when he's in control.

Knowing the basics of the situation here, and the fact that no one was coming to the portal opening, he certainly wasn't going to stay in someone else's home.

After going downstairs, he opened the black umbrella he had just taken out of his space and strolled through the streets of Gotham City.

The sound of fine rain and tires running over the water on the road couldn't mask the various sounds further down the street.

With his conscious diffusion of primary sound waves, everything in the shadowy corners of this gloomy metropolis converged into his ears.

In the darkness of the rainy night, theft and robbery still occur from time to time, QJ armed assault and even murder, but the frequency is a little lower than the previous two.

Is Gotham City really a place where the criminals don't even let up when it rains? He couldn't help but sigh, suppressing the intention to do it immediately.

Now that he was here, there was no room for petty fuss, a detailed or even long-term plan was a must.

You know, before the Wakanda War, the big American city next door over there was first scrubbed from a boss copy to an elite copy by the bat squad.

Now, ten years after Wakanda, it's even worse, it's been turned into a monster copy that can only be used as a "warm-up exercise" for reserve members.

The difference is the difference between raiding the war-torn regions of the Middle East with a real gun, and zipping around New York with a taser.

The source of Luke's experience points has turned into the leader of various tribal conflict killings.

Compared to mixed to money willing to get high on the American gang members, these different beliefs because of the race to fight a non-stop power like leeks.

When one big one dies, a few smaller ones pop up.

The death of a few small, and the emergence of a few big.

Luke can do, is to kill those who are particularly brutal methods, so that this kind of conflict is not so morbid.

But the time it takes to carry out missions across regions, especially in backward areas, increases dramatically.

The number of experience points per experience gained is quite a bit, but the frequency is much reduced.

In general, Luke's efficiency in earning experience points in the home next door is declining, and is bound to continue to decline.

Opening up a new "leek field" is a necessity.

With Gotham City's excellent people and the city's rich resources, if you want to go from a boss book to an elite book, you have to take at least ten years as a unit of time.

With such a long period of time, temporary patience is a must ...... Alright! I'm still too righteous. Luke sighed again, and a small steel ball appeared between two fingers.

With a flick of his index finger, the steel pearl instantly struck a water pipe on the corner before refracting into the deep shadows of the alley.

Poof! Wow!

The sound of a human body pouring into a puddle of water was heard, followed by the sound of a woman's panicked footsteps leaving.

Luke let out a breath: it's unlikely that Master Wayne would even investigate someone's mild concussion, right? Well, the premise was that there couldn't be too many.

Whirling around, he looked left and right with a bit of a frown: damn it, there were no less than dozens of guys suitable for a straightforward concussion all the way around, not to mention a concussion.

Choices really aren't something adults are good at! Muttering thus, Luke walked through the bleak night and rain with his black umbrella.

Tomorrow, there will be hundreds more people seeing neurosurgery at Gotham's major hospitals.

Of course, if someone calls an ambulance for them tonight, it will be the ER's turn to get rich.

......

The next morning, Luke sat in a glass café in a five-star hotel, nonchalantly eating his breakfast.

In New Jersey, this would have been open air.

Unfortunately, this being Gotham, there were so many pollutants in the air that his keen sense of smell could smell all sorts of chemicals.

Back home next door, no company would dare to discharge polluted wastewater openly, but here it was officially permitted.

Ordinary people have long been numb to the strange smelling air, so the rich can only stay in air-purified rooms or live in suburban villas that are mildly polluted.

Eating breakfast and looking down on the city that seemed to be alive, Luke's feelings were a little complicated.

Because most of the guys he thought should have been in the hospital last night hadn't been there, and a few of the less injured ones had even gotten up on their own and snuck home.

To put it simply, these people's recovery seemed a bit unusual, but the simple physical fitness test was no better than the ordinary people in Luke's hometown.

Could it be that this world favored villains? Luke couldn't help but think so: why else would there be so many villains out there?

The company has been in the process of developing the new product for the past two years.

The company has been in the process of developing the new product for the past two years.

Well, if you can't resist the beating, just hit him a few times harder, and he'll be hurt a few times more, and you'll have more time to be honest, won't you? Luke chose the easiest option.

Just kill it? That was at least a few months before he took the territory hot.

You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, let alone make a dangerous move like stealing food from Master Wayne.

Suddenly, a pair of incredibly proportioned long legs flashed across his vision, and then a beautiful patch of back that would make most men want to go straight to heaven.

It's early in the morning, and you're not afraid of catching a cold even dressed like this? Luke raised his eyes and looked squarely at the lady with the strong physique.

Emmm~ Well, this lady's physique wasn't a bit strong, but overly strong.

Focusing on the woman in the big red halter dress sitting next door ...... three tables away, Luke's eyes showed curiosity.

Seemingly sensing that someone was looking at her, the woman turned her head slightly to meet his gaze.

Her face didn't show much expression, but she just sized him up and turned back indifferently.

It was an obvious gesture of rejection, with a subtext of "I'm not interested in you, don't stare at me".

Reaching into his chest, Luke pulled out a pair of dark glasses and put them on, making himself look a little more unassuming .......

The glasses were anamorphic from nano-armor and were the perfect detection and display device to wear brightly.

He could intuitively feel the powerful power contained within the woman in the red dress, but the detection device could provide more detailed data to further analyze the composition and source of her power.

Putting on his glasses to make himself look a little more gentle and defeatist, Luke got up a few steps to the woman in the red dress and pulled out the chair directly in front of her and sat down.

The woman in the red dress's slightly narrowed dangling eyes picked up, showing her displeasure, "Sorry, there's someone here."

Luke smiled, one of the knight's most common "no warmth" smiles - a comment that Mindy had passed on in confidence, and which was unanimously approved by Ursa Minor, including Major.

Well, it turns out it's not just the back that's showing. Someone who has the strength of a professional actor is as stable as Gou on the surface, but in his heart he really can't help but mutter a sentence.