Super Detective in the Fictional World

Some dog's head snapped, his head twisted, and he went to see the view outside the car.

Luke just dialed Selena's number and told her about it.

Selena: “No problem. I'll take care of everything here. Just be careful. ”

Luke: “I have the gold, you...”

Selena didn't think, “It's all right, that guy's amazing. I just want to help you. ”

Luke just, um, hung up.

Between him and Selena, there's no need to say thank you for this.

Less than twenty minutes later, he arrived at a private airport in the suburbs, where Luke, who had masked his appearance, was greeted by a standby airliner, simply by Ginny's name.

Luke wasn't in the mood for this beautiful air condom, just simply said thank you and said, "You can take off now, I'm in a hurry. ”

There's no bullshit about flying by air, and few of these people are in a hurry to fly overnight.

Although Luke was not her employer, her employer had the right to be powerful and none of the people who could borrow the plane were ordinary.

Luke got on the plane, took out his notebook and looked up the intel.

Robert and Catherine's travel plans, of course, Luke knew, but he hadn't studied them carefully, so he took them out right now, found the cruise ship, and he frowned.

This is a cruise ship from New York to Europe, and it's in the same position as Robert said, it's not going anywhere.

Cruises are several hundred kilometres from the nearest land and New York used to be close to a thousand kilometres.

If you look at what Robert said, that group of people are likely to be ready, and Luke finds it disturbing.

Call the police or something.

The first option for the police is to negotiate with the robbers in such a large case of holding thousands of people on a cruise ship.

It is likely that more than a dozen hours will pass before a truly professional team is dispatched to carry out a rescue operation by force.

The number of tourists killed in the rescue operation is only a matter of numbers for the police.

It doesn't matter who the victim is, as long as he's not dead.

And Luke just wanted to make sure Robert and Catherine were safe, and the safety of other tourists was not something he could solve, and he couldn't handle thousands of tourists.

Business machines travel east, and Luke checks Robert's messages from satellite phones from time to time.

Things are not good or bad.

The bandits on the cruise seem to have a clear goal, not to kill the tourists, but to gather their batch locations and seem to be looking for someone.

But as tourists were driven to several places of detention, Robert and Catherine's leeway became smaller.

The number of these bandits has exceeded two hundred, with a clear division of labour and a detailed and professional plan.

They laid out a layer of control on the cruise to clean up the tourists.

Robert didn't dare do anything.

These bandits have walkie-talkies, and they all operate in groups, reporting security on a regular basis.

He moves one, and it won't take ten minutes to get spotted, and then he'll lead to a search by a bunch of bandits.

Meanwhile, the main points of the cruise ship were blocked by bandits.

If Robert were alone, this blockade would be nothing.

But with Catherine, he didn't grasp back where the bandits had cleaned him up.

Fortunately, cruises are large, bandits are not impatient, and carpeted searches are time-consuming.

Luke is still a little anxious to calculate time.

Best case scenario, he got here first.

That way he had absolute certainty that Catherine would be safe.

Robert's safety doesn't have to be a concern, and this guy's not an ordinary person.

So the worst case scenario is that Robert and Catherine were also searched out, and Luke only wanted Robert to be particularly impulsive at the time.

But it took three hours for the business plane to fly, and Robert sent out a bad message: the police had received word that the cruise ship had been hijacked.

Obviously, more than Robert had a satellite phone on board.

This made the gang's actions agitated, and the means were much harsher, and the first unlucky person to be shot showed up.

It was a policeman travelling with his wife, and when his wife was pushed by the bandits, she was excited and tore up with them, and one of the bandits opened fire.

Luke's eyebrows wrinkled.

He was afraid of the situation.

Bandits in a relaxed state are less alert to the outside world and do not act too hastily in this cruise environment.

But with police threats, there is bound to be a chain reaction.

And the bandits have shot and wounded people, and naturally they don't care about shooting and wounding the next rebel.

Finally, at dawn in New York, Luke hurried off his business plane and turned to board another small plane at the private airport.

The pilot was a beard, just listened to Luke report an order number, and the destination coordinates, and set off the plane.

The pilot didn't care what this dark, blind client was doing in the middle of the night deep in the sea.

Who made this customer pay ten times the price for the usual tasks?

For this unexpected fortune, pilots don't mind taking small risks.

Nor was he a law-abiding citizen, and the plane was privately altered to solicit passengers for absolute illegality, but it flew faster and farther than the average small aircraft.

Nearly 2,000 kilometres back and forth are not normally accomplished by a small plane, and it is extremely rare for this Guest to jump halfway.

But what about it? Anyway, they paid for it.

In the dark, small planes climbed quickly, leaving the sparkling New York metropolis behind.

Luke looked at this guy's speed and said, "How many hours can we get to the destination? ”

Big Beard: “Within three hours. ”

Luke looked at the table again at 12: 10.

In a moment of silence, he asked, "How soon can we get there without compromising security? ”

He wanted the little plane to fly out of the rocket, but unfortunately he was afraid that it would break down in the air and fall free.

The mustache was silent for a moment: "If you want to get ahead of yourself, you have to pay extra. ”

Luke: “Yes. ”

Big Beard: “I can guarantee we'll be there in two and a half hours. How much can you add? ”

Luke: “Two hundred thousand. ”

Big Beard turned his head and looked at him: "No checks. ”

Luke pulled out a few strokes in his backpack, pulled out a black bag and threw it next to his mustache: “The clock starts, and you don't get a penny of this money until 2: 40. ”

The beard didn't care at all, it just reached out one hand, quickly spotted two stacks of money, and then stuffed the bag into a space under the seat: “Just be rich. ”

As he said, his hand pressed a few times on the dashboard, and the speed of the small plane suddenly increased.

Luke totally understands the Bearded Pilot's pie.

If you're not the one who wants money, why dare you take private work in the middle of the night and fly 1,000 kilometers directly overseas?

People who don't come for money, how can you ignore customers who want to jump halfway?