Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1678

How many people were there in Tokyo? Even those who had never been here would have heard of it.

When you talked about Tokyo, you couldn’t leave out Shinjuku and Shibuya.

There were also places like Ginza. While many people might not know exactly where it was in the central district, they still remembered the name.

That was because these locations represented fashion and entertainment, and extravagant spending in Tokyo.

Shinjuku and Shibuya were to the north.

Shredder was fleeing north.

Going northeast along the No.3 expressway, he would enter Shibuya and then Shinjuku.

Here, Shredder would have enough time to deal with the poison in his body.

That was because there were countless people here who could act as “blood containers” as he swallowed them up and then broke them off from his body to alleviate his condition.

By the time Luke arrived, the guy had already expanded into a four-meter-tall blood giant. This was also the Blood supreme-ruler Experimental’s optimal form.

After devouring 100 people in a nightclub and continually excising the greenish-yellow poison, Shredder’s physical condition had improved significantly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he continued toward central Shibuya, swallowing up passers-by along the way as he never stopped excising the greenish-yellow poison.

Shredder wasn’t a science noob. He dabbled in biotechnology, and the Blood supreme-ruler Experimental could control its body better than most people.

He had already realized that he wasn’t infected with a virus, but some unusual poison.

The real problem was that the poison used his energy and his body in some way to swiftly produce more poison.

That was why the poison was impossible to eliminate.

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The first thing he had tried was moving the poison to the flesh he had absorbed and swiftly excising it.

As long as the greenish-yellow poison was contained to a certain low degree, it would be very hard for it to flare up again.

Even if it tried to flare up again, it could reveal its means of mutation when it was in its most sluggish state.

When that happened, Shredder would be able to think of a way to deal with it.

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Luke naturally understood how the poison worked.

It was the blonde woman who had created this unusual poison.

After stabbing the woman in the back of her head and crippling her, he had obtained and quickly learned her abilities, including Nanobiology and Nanotechnology.

If Shredder would stand obediently in front of Luke right now, Luke guaranteed that he would help him solve the problem in a minute.

But the other party clearly wouldn’t be that obedient. After all, killing him outright could also be considered one way to solve the problem.

In this life and death situation, even if Luke didn’t take action, Shredder would still die.

The biggest possibility was that Luke killed him and earned a lot of experience and credit points.

That was how cruel reality was.

As long as Shredder wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t get himself killed.

Luke knew that Shredder definitely wanted to save himself, and there were plenty of ways for the Blood supreme-ruler Experimental to heal itself – swallowing people was just the simplest way.

This was a zero-sum battle — either Shredder escaped or Luke killed him.

The thing about the Blood supreme-ruler Experimental was that even if it was cut into a hundred pieces, they were just “flesh wounds” – the system didn’t deem this as a defeat.

If the enemy escaped, Luke would earn basically nothing.

So, he didn’t waste any time. He simply dropped from the sky above the blood giant.

A golden shell-like Telekinesis shield wrapped around the giant.

10,000 credit points were instantly deducted, and the blood giant turned golden. The golden light on the shield also faded.

Luke frowned and spent another 5,000 credit points.

The blood giant’s stopped struggling altogether and shattered into pieces.

Luke couldn’t help but curse inwardly. There was no d*mn system notification. This blood giant wasn’t Shredder.

This guy really had tricks, to be able to survive this long.

Now, Luke could only rejoice that this was Tokyo.

If this was New York, Batman wouldn’t be able to avoid criticism even if he came back to life to deal with this.

Too many people had died, and it was taking too long to deal with Shredder – his reputation would take a beating.

Once your reputation was tarnished, you would cop the blame no matter how much you did.

Fortunately, Luke had remained invisible during this battle. At the very least, nobody would know that he was the one taking action.

So, the subsequent losses had nothing to do with him or the Bat Squad.

In any case, Big Dipper wasn’t greedy for fame or fortune. He liked to do good deeds on the down low; he didn’t have to shoulder this responsibility.

Thinking that, he sent a message to Ivan and told him what was going on. He specifically said, “Don’t reveal yourself, and stay under the radar the entire time. Also, don’t hook up with any female reporters in Tokyo.”

“Don’t worry; if they won’t pay me, I won’t be so enthusiastic.”

Luke choked and was unable to retort.

He could only rise up silently and observe the activity below.

Nights in Tokyo weren’t dark.

The sky was a dark orange thanks to countless neon lights.

At that moment, Luke smelled a strong stench of blood.

Death would hold sway on this night.

Even Luke couldn’t stop it.

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The police department was in a mess.

Calls had already come in earlier, and it was all a bunch of strange things.

If it was just one or two calls, it could just be a nutjob who had buckled under the pressures of city life.

But dozens of calls had come in, and all of them from the vicinity of the No.3 Shibuya expressway. It didn’t seem like a joke.

What was even more terrifying was that the personnel in charge of Internet surveillance had received some footage and information, courtesy of Luke hacking into the system, with important explanations and warnings about the poison and the monster.

A moment later, the news reached the Superintendent of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, but there was nothing the police could do.

This wasn’t something that a few shift workers could handle.

Any wrong order they gave would only lead to worse consequences.

They could only tell the Internet surveillance team to keep an eye on the situation and report in at all times. At the same time, the police helicopters were ready to take off to investigate Shibuya.

Have the patrol officers drive over? Don’t be ridiculous.

The Metropolitan Police Department wasn’t NYPD. Most of the officers only had an ordinary baton and spray.

To make these officers go and face that poisonous monster swallowing people alive was like saying that the police department had so much money it wanted to hand out life compensation on a wide scale.

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In Shibuya, Luke’s expression was cold.

In one short minute, he had found traces of Shredder swallowing people in two locations, but it was useless.

This guy was the epitome of a guerrilla fighter – after one hit, he ran, and never lingered in one place.

The ability to turn into blood allowed him to flee through various pipelines.

Luke didn’t have any good solutions either, and decisively activated his most useful skill — “call for help.”