Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1084

The drone’s camera was focused on the hitman through Luke, who was invisible, so the image was slightly distorted.

An ordinary person might brush off this anomaly, but this tech-savvy hitman clearly liked to get to the bottom of things. Puzzled, he stepped closer with his phone.

Right at that moment, someone behind him said, “Sigh, you know too much.”

Before the hitman could react, there was a crack as he was hit in the back of his head, and he blacked out.

Then, his phone was taken away, and the drone landed.

A few seconds later, there was nobody on the roof once more.

A distorted mass of air jumped swiftly over the rooftops of the densely packed apartment buildings and landed on a fire escape dozens of meters away.

One of the hitmen happened to open a window. Just as he was about to come out, he felt a strong wind attack him. His heart jolted, and in the midst of the excruciating pain, he collapsed backward, paralyzed.

He passed out before he even hit the ground.

The two people sleeping in the bedroom didn’t hear anything. The door that was open a crack was the only evidence that someone had been here.

…

Matt was bummed.

He hadn’t encountered many good things recently, but had run into a lot of bad luck.

After the ninjas disappeared, Kingpin’s forces disappeared as well. The Russian and Irish gangs were wiped out, and all the smaller gangs had run out of luck.

Law and order in Clinton had improved significantly, but he had been injured again and again.

In the span of a short two months, he had been slashed with a sickle, shot, given an electric shock and drugged.

His vigilante career was suddenly so colorful.

Fortunately, everything was worth it.

Although he and Karen had just made some progress before his ex-girlfriend strongly stuck her foot into it, and things were shaky and on the point of falling apart, his self-imposed duty was to Hell’s Kitchen and to saving innocent people who were in danger.

If he lost a girlfriend, he lost a girlfriend; or, perhaps, he wasn’t meant to have one.

Otherwise, why would he have an ex-girlfriend?

The troublesome thing was that not only was his ex messing up his new relationship, she had brought an even bigger problem with her.

She had asked for his help to fix the problem, and acted as if she was still in love with him.

But Matt really didn’t want to be entangled with her anymore, and didn’t know how to send his twisted ex away.

In his vexation, he could only go out every night to beat up, no, to mete out justice and soothe his nerves to keep it together.

The Clinton area was too peaceful, so he went to the Harlem area further north.

But tonight, Lawyer Matt, who was used to squatting on rooftops on his own, suddenly realized that there were many strangers around him with the same sort of interest.

From the faint sounds they were making, it was clear that they were armed.

It wasn’t just one or two of them, but an endless flow of people from all directions.

Matt had good hearing, but he didn’t have enough brains.

Many people could see hundreds or thousands of people at the same time, but couldn’t remember all their appearances and record their expressions at the same time

Just because Matt could hear them didn’t mean that he could monitor all of them.

Not only that, there were also hurried footsteps in many alleys, but no calls for help or gunshots.

Was there going to be a gang fight here?

The thought flashed through Matt’s mind, before he dismissed it.

These people were operating on their own. Even though they were very professional, it was only three to five people in each team at most.

A gang fight was either a chaotic fight between weaklings or a short exchange instigated by minor leaders with limited authority.

Before Lawyer Matt could figure it out, he ran into bad luck.

Sensing danger, he abruptly rolled and threw out the short rod that he was holding.

Dong!

A hitman who had just raised his rifle at Matt’s back was hit hard in the chest by the end of the rod, and he couldn’t help but take two steps back.

Matt’s face changed.

That wasn’t right. The rod hadn’t hit flesh, but something hard.

Before the hitman could react, Matt flicked his wrist, and the metal rope attached to the rod wrapped around the hitman’s upper torso.

He pulled hard, and the hitman staggered and fell to the ground.

Matt lunged forward and grabbed the man. “Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?” he asked in a low voice.

The hitman didn’t answer, but reached for the military knife between his legs.

Matt moved faster, and jabbed another rod into the man’s armpit without hesitation.

Crack.

The hitman screamed in pain as the rod instantly broke his ribs.

A wise man knew better than to fight when the odds were against him, and the hitman decisively explained why he was chasing Boogeyman John.

He was extremely depressed at being subdued. How was he supposed to know this was going to happen?

The guy in front of him was wearing a bizarre dark red outfit, and his entire face was covered; he wasn’t the hitman’s target at all.

He had just wanted to kill the man and take this lookout position as soon as possible.

When he completed missions, he was always straightforward and didn’t mind getting rid of civilians who got in his way.

After confessing his purpose, and before he could beg for mercy, a rod fell heavily.

With a crack, both the hitman’s arms and legs, and his ankles and fingers were broken.

Matt didn’t kill anyone, but he didn’t show any mercy to this guy who made money from killing people.

The man would still be able to walk in the future, but it would be impossible to run or jump around.

He would be able to eat and drink with his own hands, but it would be impossible for him to hold a gun steady and kill someone.

It could be said that the hitman would be retired after tonight.

Tying up the hitman with his own clothes, Matt took out the hitman’s phone and called the police. After giving the address, Matt jumped off.

According to the hitman, a lot of his colleagues had come tonight to specifically hunt down a super hitman called the Boogeyman.

Who knew how many innocent people would be implicated if these unbridled killers started fighting? Matt had to stop them no matter what.

…

Luke gently stretched out his hand and placed it at the corner.

A hitman was hurrying over with a gun raised warily.

He had seen the Boogeyman run into this alley just now. His suit and beard were too conspicuous, and he didn’t seem to have noticed the hitman.

Two meters behind him was his partner, who was keeping an eye out from the rear.

He stuck his gun out around the corner, but didn’t notice anything, so he simply pressed forward.

What he didn’t know was that a transparent hand was twenty centimeters above his head.

After he passed by, so did his partner.

Crack.

His partner’s neck cracked slightly, and the hitman in front felt that something was wrong. He was about to turn around.

Crack.

The back of his head caved in a little.

Two bodies collapsed and were instantly dragged back into the alley.