Super Detective in the Fictional World

Baltimore is located about 50 kilometres northeast of D.C.

Once the third-largest city in the United States, with the earliest rail and excellent port resources, it was an important hub for industry to enter the Great Lakes region by sea.

But it was a long time ago.

Baltimore today has become increasingly deformed and confused.

The middle-class and wealthy, who first lived here, faced an influx of Afro-descendants, chose to leave without playing directly with Afro-descendants.

The white people themselves moved to another area, leaving the original urban areas to a group of wealthy Afro-descendants.

The city was thus divided into two parts.

Some of them are wealthy people and the middle class, who live in new districts with good security and amenities.

Most of the old neighborhoods are criminally rampant, and the Afro-descendant communities, which make up nearly half of the city's population, stay here and rot day after day.

If you talk about crime rates, cities like Detroit, Chicago, are going to wind up in Mogamba, Bal.

In other words, Baltimore has a population of less than a million and has no advantage in absolute numbers, so that it does not take the crown of the evil capital of the United States.

Even so, you can imagine how chaotic the old town is.

But it has always been a great place for surface transportation, about 150 kilometers north of Philadelphia, 300 kilometers from New York.

Confusion means that there are many unregulated places, and the convenience of surface networks allows for the transport of large quantities of contraband drugs by road, train and boat to other places.

Luke entered the Old Town at night.

A moment later, he came out of an alley, no longer hiding his figure, but changing his African vest.

It belongs to a New York-based hawker, whose original owner turned into an experience point in the system a few months ago, with no consequences for one-time use.

The biggest characteristic of this hawker is his fierce appearance and strong body, a bit like Mike Tyson in his last life, so Luke left it behind.

Now Luke was walking in the old town, and a lot of people just looked at him and stopped looking.

A strong Afro-descendant, wearing a very ordinary grey and black jumper with his hands in his pockets, is not the right target for robbery.

It's hard to say who robbed anyone.

Luke just walked into a bar not far away.

The name neon lights that make up the bar have broken down for the most part, only one J can be seen, there is a Br behind it, and a is hidden in the middle.

On the side of the door, two smoking Afro-descendants just glanced at Luke and didn't care what he meant.

Luke pushed the door in.

A seventy-eight metre long passage appears in front of you, brick red walls and dim lights make it look dull and depressed.

At the end of the tunnel, a door was hidden with heart vibrating bass and lyrics of Kiriwala.

Push this second door open and the sound waves pour into his ears.

He swept through the hall for a moment and walked up to the bar, knocking on the table with his fingers: “A bottle of beer. ”

The bartender handed over a bottle of beer and took away the money without taking care of him.

Luke turned half a turn and looked at the stage in the middle of the hall.

The stage is a disc that stretches out four crossed walkways with two women dancing hot.

One is white, one is Afro-descendant, and the common denominator is a serious lack of clothing, a great breastplate, a large chassis, and the feeling of swinging up the mountain.

A lot of people whistle around the stage, sometimes seducing them with cash in their hands.

They're close to themselves.

The two dancers used their dance postures cleverly to put themselves in a position where they could receive the money without being pulled down.

Dancing here is absolutely necessary to avoid this dangerous situation.

After being pulled out of the stage, the nasal bluish face is slightly swollen, and the heavy death is fatal.

The bar owner had enough deterrence, but he couldn't resist those idiots getting drunk, and he went crazy.

At this moment Luke is facing the stage, but his sight is focused on the virtual projection of light sunglasses.

A large number of microdrones began their reconnaissance of the bar, which quietly flew in through the gaps and searched all the hidden areas of the building.

Meanwhile, Luke's ears are collecting and analyzing the conversations of those around him.

Most people who were having fun were skipped by him, and he was concerned about people who behaved more abnormally.

Like two men leaning together, saying the words "tomorrow's goods," “25,000.”

From time to time, they enter through a small, guarded door and come out again as a single gangster, who occasionally takes the money they just broke up with and runs to the stage or the bar to consume it.

But these little groceries are not Luke's target.

Until that big fish is caught, these little fish won't be in his range.

Suddenly the music stopped and the two women dancers, all sweaty and sweaty, walked back to the central roundabout with the only clothes in their waist and the banknotes that were not flowers on them.

The two women stood up and threw a flying kiss at each other, then slowly sank under the stage.

Without the music, the noise rang.

Whistling, yelling, shouting, and talking are all mixed up, and everyone's ears are buzzing.

Then those who go to the toilet, those who take the opportunity to fill the bottle, those who hug and chew, also hurry to continue.

This is the break and the beginning of the next carnival.

Luke also found his goal.

In a luxury card holder, one of them was called "Boss” by the other side, and the other was called “Boss Rama”.

Iron Hand Rama, the owner of a killer Iron Hand, is also the owner of this bar.

At the same time, he is Claudia's "big customer”.

Over the past two years, Claudia has supplied him with up to five tons of cargo, and on several occasions Hajj has just handed it over to this Rama.

In dealers with no integrity and no bottom line, it is quite rare to have a model of money after goods, or money before goods.

So Luke is after Rama.

Even if he finally finds out that no one is behind Rama, he himself will have a lot of experience points.

We found the target, and all that was born was waiting.

In order to avoid snakes and alert Rama to the possibility of going home, Luke does not intend to move the person directly until he pulls out the information.

At this moment, the music in the bar plays again, and a radio "Toxic" sounds: “Baby, can 'tyouseeI 'mcalling, Aguylikeyoushouldwearawarning...”

Three women dancers rose from the circular stage in stolen blue stewardess clothes.

Luke just held up the beer in his hand and glanced casually, and saw the woman standing in position C, twisting her hips and limbs, and the model moved forward.

Pfft!

He sprayed out a sip of beer.

The bartender just glanced at him and found out that he just puked and put the bottle back on the bar without saying anything.

If it wasn't for the bar, the Guest wouldn't mind spitting half a bottle of wine out.