Super Detective in the Fictional World

It was a pure accident that the reward appeared.

The siphoning of hundreds of Special Forces fighters to surround Luke is virtually impossible except on the battlefield.

Nor will he enter the battlefield.

He doesn't have any hobbies for killing, all because of experience points.

Even if some people must have experience points, he didn't kill them all, an idea that didn't go away.

Like the more than one hundred and two hundred cases he had handled over the year, most of them had simply been sent to prison, and most of the deaths had been concentrated among members of certain malicious gangs.

Other petty cases of petty theft, bank robbery, threats to raise a gun, even if they can be solved by shooting, are merely to subdue each other.

This reward from the Continental Hotel gave him an opportunity.

Real battle is the only test of truth.

Today's actual battle tested his speculation.

The common human army, in the absence of a massive coordinated attack by heavy fire, could no longer pose a threat to him.

That doesn't sound like a big deal, the army who didn't light heavy fire.

But almost all of Luke and his vests are in the big city.

The military is unlikely to use heavy fire in such an environment, and the consequences are too serious.

He is invincible against ordinary people in the city.

With this conclusion, there was no surprise in his mind, but rather a little disappointed.

The phrase "lonely as snow” is indeed the true picture of the mood at this moment.

From this moment on, the battle against ordinary people will become a simple and unmistakable mechanical brushing, even if the opponent is an elite killer or a special soldier, even if the opponent has dozens of them.

Unless the opponent is a psychic, or, as a young man, possesses a supernormal weapon of equipment, it is simply a moving target under his muzzle.

As he thought about it, he quickly cleaned up all the “garbage” and the scene and threw it into a large van parked in the parking lot.

This is also a prop that he left here in advance, dedicated to washing the ground.

Turning his head to gauge the silence of death, only the park where the snowflakes fell, he moaned for a moment and smiled softly: "Let's save you a souvenir! ”

He used the cover of the trunk of a large van to carry a real person sculpture out of the storage space and placed it on a small peninsula by the lake.

The vast majority of killers left their lives here tonight, a good place to keep souvenirs.

Arrange the sculpture so that Luke's matte knife swings past it, adding a standard line of English flowers to the base of the sculpture.

Looking at the sentence like a machine carving out, he nodded satisfied, turned around and wanted to go, suddenly stopped again, the matte knife swung again, engraved a number under the message -- 126.

“Now your memories should be clearer and farther away.” Luke smiled softly and drove into the van, quickly disappearing into the park.

Mud Tank Park is once again in silence, with only a layer of snowflakes falling and gradually piling up on the coma killer and the black statue.

Snow, it's getting bigger.

……

The Continental New York Hotel, Winston has a book in his hand, and he looks relaxed on the sofa by the fireplace.

Suddenly, the door was knocked.

He frowned: “Come in.” Just listen to the knock and he'll know it's Caron, the duty manager in the lobby.

A skinny black man walked in to Winston not far away.

He was dressed in a pretty neat black suit with a straight back, a quick but unhurried movement, and even quite Sven, quite different from most Afro-descendants who were pursuing nature.

This is Karon, Winston's most trusted employee.

“Sir, something happened.” Karon spoke softly, slightly low on his body.

Winston was not impatient, but there was no delay, bookmarking the folder in his hand and putting it on the small coffee table next to him when he closed it: “What is it? ”

CA: “Something went wrong with Smiley's order. Just got a message. Of the 127 assassins who went to Muddy Tank Park, only one survived. ”

Winston's breathing paused slightly and lifted his hand to remove his golden silk glasses: “What's the situation? ”

At the same time, he had several thoughts in his mind.

A fellow ambush? Officially? Or... is that guy out of town?

When he thought of the last thought, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly: Impossible, the man had worked so hard to get out of this circle, just for a precious love, how could he come back?

“The person who survived, the smiley face, deliberately returned the message, and the first time she woke up she called the hotel, I learned the news.” Karon said.

Winston looked calm, stood up slowly, took two steps, stood in front of the fireplace and added two firewood to the fireplace: “What did he say? ”

Karon's racial talent limits the deepening of his face, but his expression becomes more rigid: "Sir, is that the truth? ”

Winston watched as the wood that had just been thrown into the fireplace gradually faded, and then the flames started: “Say. ”

Karon: “What he meant was —— go back to the mainland hotel and tell them it was just a little meeting. Now that I'm in New York, I'm standing, and you're on your knees. I'm sitting, you guys are gonna have to get down, just like you are now. ”

He has repeatedly confirmed that.

He knows his boss will ask.

In Winston's eyes, the fire of the fireplace was beating, and the new wood added made it more lively.

A moment of silence, he said, "The living person, take good care of her, be sure to remind her of all useful information. ”

Karon: "Yes, sir. ”

After a moment of waiting, he did not hear the next sentence, hesitating slightly or saying: “Sir, the smiling man...”

Winston waved his hand against him: "Leave him alone for now, it's business as usual. ”

Karon opened his mouth and ended up respectfully: "Yes, sir.” Just quit the room.

One order killed one hundred and twenty-six killers, which is also extremely rare for mainland hotels.

Caron was going to ask what to do, but Winston had a lot of ideas he couldn't guess, but he believed Boss had his own plans, and he didn't have to remind him repeatedly.

Winston stood in front of the fireplace for a while until he felt a little dry and hot before walking back to the living room and taking out his cell phone to broadcast the number: "Check the order, number 041125, the contract number Smiley Face. Includes the paying party and the reason for the contract. Remember, I don't want to get back on the street, I want real first-hand intelligence. ”

He hung up when he heard the answer.

Walking in front of the window, watching the first winter snow that grew bigger, his heart flashed a hidden bad feeling.

This premonition helped him escape many crises, and he preferred to believe it and spend time and energy verifying its authenticity rather than classifying it as a scepticism among the elderly.

The world is too dangerous.

Continental hotel, not invincible.

……