Super Detective in the Fictional World

Night falls and the lights go up.

Duang!

Luke tossed the Country Chicken burger into the trash with a disgusted look on his face.

He knew Americans weren't good at getting good food and the standards at the big fast food chains were sloppy.

But Country Chicken, the nation's second oldest, was just okay with fried chicken wings, and the rest of the food could mostly be classified as Commissioner Race's catchphrase - pig food.

The rest of the food can basically be classified as Commissioner Race's mantra - pig food. He groaned in his mind.

Looking at the time, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

The reason for the long delay was because it was more troublesome for Louise to enter the forensics building as an identity.

So after communicating with Luke specifically, she would wait until the preliminary results of the forensics came out before coming downstairs to meet with him.

Luke wasn't in a hurry at all.

He was here to keep an eye on Lois Lane and make sure she was safe.

After all, this was the fierce woman who had slept with Superman, and many women would go crazy with jealousy.

In his spare time, Luke also sent two prototypes to the small town of Smallville, Kansas, where Clark's adoptive mother, Martha Kent, lived.

For as the hours of investigation went on, Luke discovered that Lex had something to do with the recent public opinion against the United States.

If he hadn't found out before, it was because there were too many people involved.

It is a different matter to look for a link between Lex and the group from the previous information.

Just as most people don't know that reporter Clark is Superman, it's hard for Clark to hide his identity if he's known in advance and then investigated.

While doing all of this, Luke's mind wandered through a number of "Mom and Girlfriend" storylines from his previous life.

For example, if Martha and Lois both fall into the river, who will Clark save?

The answer should be "save them all," and only a child would be fooled into choosing one or the other.

In the midst of all this nonsense, Luke also sends away more than a dozen teenage women who "slipped on their feet", "got lost", or "lost their cell phone battery".

He's not impatient.

This kind of thing has nothing to do with the gender of the celestial dog, but only with the face value or money of the celestial.

Peak Bell's face value was not normal for not being a genius, and it was fun as an amusement to wait for the gap.

Especially women with enough substance within themselves that he doesn't mind talking to them more - just talking, they're not pregnant.

Of course, such women were few and far between.

For a few hours, there were only two of them.

One of them was Kate McKenney, an intern who frequented the White House.

The young blonde is not so much about her Barbie-like hair and makeup, but about the "fun" things that happen at her workplace.

The other is Meryl Adams, an elderly aunt in her late fifties.

This "Adams" of hers is the same "Adams" that exists in American history.

Meryl also wants to offer Luke a job, but Luke doesn't want to think about whether it means "auntie doesn't want to see you work on your own".

The two talk about some of the reactions to today's Congressional bombing and leave each other contact information.

Primary pheromone manipulation is so irrational.

Luke didn't like to use it to summon people, but he liked its wielding effect.

Suddenly the phone rang and he answered it, said a few words, and stepped toward the door of the forensics building across the street.

Although the appointment was at Country Chicken, the food here was awful.

Luke thought it would be better to pick up Louise and go to a cafe that wasn't so "pig food".

On the other hand, Louise came down from the forensics lab and entered the underground parking lot.

As she walked to her car, her hand was already in her bag with her keys.

Get into the car as fast as you can and never go to the front of the car to find the keys again. It was a valuable lesson learned from years of living in the United States, or you'll get a gun barrel up your ass someday.

She hadn't noticed that a strong man was following her from her exit from the elevator, just a ways behind her.

Then there was a staff member in front of her in a yellow striped vest, shining a flashlight at the wall and seemingly inspecting the pipes.

One after the other, the two men gradually "caught" her in the middle.

Louise took a quick glance at the yellow vest, but the side of his face looked familiar to her.

The reporter's professional habit made her take a few more steps to get a better look.

Turns out the yellow striped vest had just about turned halfway around, leaving the back of his head for her.

Louise frowned, or turned, and headed for her parking spot.

The man following behind her, however, quickened his pace and blocked her.

Her heart tightened, "I'm sorry, what do you want?" As she asks, the wolf spray on her keychain is held in the palm of her hand.

Man: "Ms. Lane, I have some top secret information I'd like to talk to you about ......"

Louise froze, "You're Bruce?"

The man was stunned as well, but immediately nodded, "Yes, we can get out and then ......"

A large hand came from behind and covered her mouth, while the other held her arms firmly in place at her sides.

Louise whimpered and looked to "Bruce" for help.

The man jumped on her and, with the yellow vest holding her from behind, held her hostage to a maintenance van about ten meters away.

The van's side door had been opened, and there was a big man inside to meet him.

Louise knew instantly that this was a premeditated kidnapping.

As she was being forcefully shoved into the van by the two men, a slightly indifferent male voice sounded next to some of them, "What are you guys playing at? Looks like fun."

The yellow-striped vest holding her reacted quickly, reaching into her waistband and pulling out a gun, pointing it out the passenger door - this is where the male voice came from.

Pfffft! Zzzz!

The two men holding Louise hostage and the big man who answered in the car collapsed in response to the sound of three successive nails being driven into flesh, still twitching all over.

Louise, who had been roughly thrown into the car, was still pouting her buttocks, barely understanding what was happening, when in front of her there was a convulsing and collapsing man, foam coming out of his mouth.

She leaned back subconsciously.

Maybe it was poisoning or some kind of contagion! She had run around the world quite a bit and had seen this small probability event first hand.

Louise's reaction was quick, but her strength was too great, and she fell out of the car door on her back, screaming at the empty feeling behind her.

Then a hand grabbed her by the shoulder and "swung" her back to the ground, "Sorry, Ms. Lane, I'm a little late."

Lois turned her head and saw Luke, "Who are you?"

Luke: "Just spoke to you on the phone, Bruce Bell."

Louise recoiled, wary, having just been thrown into a van by another "Bruce" and almost kidnapped.

Luke knew what she was thinking, "Ms. Lane, these aren't my men, these are Lex Luthor's men."