Super Detective in the Fictional World

Matt was lucky to get that bullet that just rubbed his thigh and didn't stay in the leg muscles.

Luke quickly cleaned Matt's wound and bandaged it, and it was done in five minutes.

The side effect of such efficient action is that it hurts so badly.

Matt, this straight man couldn't help but hum a few times and sweat his forehead straight.

Luke didn't let him go, cleaning his wounds without forgetting to mock him: "Now that I know pain is a good thing, it doesn't have to hurt if I really die. I don't know what you think, but there's a $10 million reward coming up, and there's at least a hundred killers in New York waiting for you to move the vault. ”

Matt, even with his grinning teeth, was caught in the eye by the phrase: “A reward? ”

“It is said that Frank D'Amico's wife has offered a reward for revenge because you and your companions killed her husband and son. Five maskers, including you, have a total reward of 10 million.” Luke replied.

Matt: "Ah? ”

Luke: "Ah, what, you don't have a source? I don't know anything about this. Now New York is full of streets from night to night, waiting for your assassins. ”

Matt finally came back to God: "But... I never killed anyone, not to mention no company! ”

Luke shrugged: “I don't know about that, that's what they say about the reward. Why don't you explain to Damico's wife that you're innocent and ask her to cancel the reward? ”

Matt:... I was insane to do this stupid thing.

When Luke finished pretending to be an ignorant straight man, it seemed as if he had inadvertently said: “I've heard that the earliest reward was only four million, for those who killed Damico's father and son. But his wife suddenly added $6 million the next day, targeting you, Smiley, Black Cat, Big Daddy and Super Murder. ”

Matt turns his head: “You mean someone put me on the reward list? ”

Luke: “You're the only one who knows. Maybe you'll sneak up with your masked friends and kill Damico's father and son. ”

Matt shook his head for a moment, “I don't have any friends, I don't know them. ”

Luke nodded: “I think so. If someone's mask covers his face, you wear a wool hood. I can't get a knife in here. You're hurt. I don't think your friend is too stingy to even give you a little protective gear. ”

Matt laughed bitterly: "Even with that armor, I can't use it. It affects my movement, otherwise it's still easy to get a vest. ”

Luke leaves his mouth shut: "The key or the poor! Don't you know that some premium materials are lined, bulletproof and do not affect movement? Of course, it's not cheap to start with a 100,000 dollar set. ”

Matt: …

Now that he knows, where can I buy clothes made of this premium material?

Luke was also busy at this time, taking all the groceries into the medical box and saying, “This is my safe house, you can rest in peace, you can move and just leave yourself. ”

He pulled out a prepaid phone and put it on the table next to him: "Keep the phone and I'll get in touch with you in two days. ”

Matt: “Thank you. ”

Luke waved: "Don't rush out these days. The killers have gone mad. If you don't want to be dragged by them to exchange your body for money, you better take a break. ”

Matt: "But it has to be solved, right? ”

The Night Warrior is still guarding the Clinton Zone, and he can't stay out of hiding.

Luke: “You think you're the only one in New York? Are your masked friends deaf and dumb? Since it's not your problem, they won't take care of it? ”

He also shot Matt's wound with his bare hands, causing the guy to snort.

“Boy, doing good can't be too rough and learn from your masked friends.” He walked out the door with the medical box.

Matthew sent him away and relaxed.

As for the masked man's friend, he had no intention of refuting it.

He could see that this puncher was deliberately ridiculing him with those masks.

The other masks do the job, he comes back to the pot.

What's worse, he almost died when he crashed into the killers' nets without even knowing it.

That does require reflection.

If he were cautious and listened to the wind before coming out, he would not be sieged unprotectedly.

Next time, he will definitely go to the "informant” first to find out what's going on.

Lawyer Ma was lying alone in a safe house reflecting on his mistakes, while Luke had returned from the sewer to the area where he had previously fought.

When he came out of the sewer, he changed his old clothes and walked up to the alley to wait for the car there.

“Our lead troops have arrived and the assassins are retreating.” Selena moved to the co-pilot, talking.

Luke said, “What did Dustin say? ”

“He says he's already called and we'll just have to report to him tomorrow.” Selena said.

He felt relieved, stepped on the throttle and returned to the lab.

When he gets home, he stores the drone footage in the database, and the stack of information that the bartender Viso gave him is also entered into the snail and compared to the overlapping target.

When the snail comes out of the shower, the snail reports the good news: "Sir, there are seven people in your file that match the target in the drone picture more closely. Four of them were marked as“ rookies ”, two as“ weak scum ”and one as" bunker ”. ”

Luke is helpless.

This is the original classification on the bartender Viso's profile.

Perhaps such a term would make Mr. Bartender feel "cool”.

“Let me see who's in the bunker?” He asked casually.

The snail immediately expands the virtual light screen in front of him.

At first glance, Luke laughed.

This guy is the lucky one to avoid his triple-shot killer, and his operational marksmanship is really professional, clearly at a higher level than the rest of us.

Of course, the "bunker” player was finally punched in the back of his head and completely chilled.

Bring yourself a cup of tea, and he sits back on the couch in the living room: "Find out who the killer is tonight, and show me the other six rookies and the weak scum. ”

Looking at the killer introduction on bartender Veso's intelligence, and comparing the images taken by the drone, Luke basically understood what Veso meant by the "labels”.

Mark the killer of the rookie as either entering or having no record of war.

Killers labeled weak scum have been on the move for some time, but the number or quality of tasks completed is insufficient.

And the killer who marked the bunker was supposed to be a veteran, or even a "famous person.”

However, Luke did not find any of the Mutual Aid killers on the list given by Wiesso, including the dead Mr. X, nor any of the ordinary killers in that textile factory.