Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 340

Chapter 340 Smith’s Hardcore Battle and Luke’s Covert Assistance

All the shooters nodded at the same time.

This big shot was known for his brutality. They couldn’t afford to piss him off.

One of the subordinates approached him. “Sir, the men on the roof are ready.”

“Now, go up and kill that baby as well as Mr. Smith. Right, kill that nanny too.” The bearded man rose and waved his gun.

All the shooters immediately went upstairs.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang!

Whooosh!

Ahhhhhhh!

A moment later, the shooters in the lead had already engaged the target on the fifth floor while the last of them were still on the second floor.

When they got to the third floor, Luke, dressed in dark clothing, walked right through the wide open entrance of the apartment building.

He shook his head inwardly at the shooters that had swarmed upstairs; they hadn’t left anyone behind to guard the entrance.

But that was understandable. They must’ve thought that they could finish Mr. Smith off easily.

Thinking that, Luke took out a P226 and put a silencer on it.

He was only here to provide covert assistance, and would stay low as much as possible.

There was the sound of glass shattering, and one of the shooters landed with a crash on the first floor.

Luke looked at him and chuckled inwardly.

The man had crashed through the skylight with a hole in his chest, and had gone on to be killed by the fall.

Choosing a corner on the second floor, Luke raised his gun and aimed at the shooters at the top of the stairs on the fifth floor.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

Four shooters who just reached the fifth floor collapsed.

Three died silently, but the last one still cried out.

Luke knew that the silencer affected his accuracy a little, and it wasn’t really unexpected.

A silencer couldn’t completely cancel out the sound of a gun.

With the silencer, his P226 sounded like a nail gun, and also masked the burst of fire from the barrel.

In the apartment building that was full of chaos, it was as good as a soundless pistol.

Luke wasn’t greedy. He stopped for a moment after eliminating four opponents.

He paid special attention to the shooters’ responses, particularly that of the bearded man.

The guy had an ugly face that was wan and bloated, but he was quite the professional.

When he had the time, Luke would ask Old Greyson if he knew this behavioral consultant.

It was clear that this bearded boss hadn’t thought about the possibility of a sneak attack. His attention was completely focused on the fierce exchange upstairs.

Luke continued decisively with his attack.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

Another four shooters went down without anyone struggling this time.

Luke swiftly retreated.

The bearded man glanced downward; he had clearly sensed that something wasn’t right.

Luke smiled. The man really was an expert.

Luke swiftly left his position and exited the building through one of the rooms. Throwing out his grappling hook, he climbed to the top of the building.

During his earlier ambush, four shooters had rappelled down from the top of the building.

Luke didn’t think that they had anybody left on the roof.

When he got to the top, Luke took a deep breath before he flipped over the edge of the roof. Looking through a broken skylight, he moved to another one that was several meters away.

This was close to Smith’s position.

He raised his gun and pointed downward.

Pa! Da!

Two guys who were firing wildly with their Uzis were shot in the back of their heads.

Luke quickly moved to another skylight.

Pa! Da! Da!

Three shooters were shot down one by one. This was like a game of shooting the balloons for children! Luke chuckled to himself.

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While he was shooting the enemy from the dark, Mr. Smith went on a rampage down below.

He stepped onto a table and jumped as he opened fire with the two guns in his hands.

The four shooters who surrounded him screamed and fell with sprays of blood.

Smith hit the floor and rolled over to a flatbed cart, before he pushed off with a burst of energy to get the cart moving. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Another two shooters who had just reached the fifth floor rolled back down the stairs.

The cart collided with a shooter who ran out, and when the man doubled over, Mr. Smith aimed a gun at the man’s head.

Pa!

Rolling over to some shelves nearby, Mr. Smith tossed his HK-P7 and P226 aside, and grabbed a HK416 that was on one of the shelves.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Two shooters who appeared at the other end of the shelves were blown back.

Smith grabbed a long skateboard and lay down on it, before he pushed off of a shelf.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Sliding through the shooters that surrounded him, Mr. Smith opened fire left and right with his HK416, and the shooters screamed.

By the time he reloaded his gun at the end, the skateboard had already shot out of the shelves section.

Ten or so shooters were in a rough circle, but their guns were pointed at the shelves.

Lying on the skateboard, Mr. Smith dashed into the ring.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! He pushed himself around with his legs and the skateboard drew a huge arc on the floor.

Mr. Smith didn’t even need to move his gun too much. He just let the skateboard carry him around, and he fired at every shooter that he passed.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” The shooters all collapsed.

Looking down from the skylight, Luke was amazed at Smith’s capabilities.

He glanced at the stairs again and almost laughed out loud.

The bearded boss was already charging… downward, followed by four of his trusted subordinates, as they fled without hesitation.

The last bunch of unfortunate shooters who had reached the fifth floor were picked off one after another by Smith, who was in berserker mode.

Smith was roaring to himself, F*ck! Do you think you’re the only ones with weapons? I also have weapons now!

He had been short of money recently, and had had to use his bullets judiciously, so his battle with the shooters last night had been quite unsatisfying.

Now that he had acquired a batch of excellent firearms and a tremendous amount of bullets, he was finally able to let loose.

Seeing that Mr. Smith was crushing the enemy on his own, Luke simply put his P226 back into his holster.

After a while, the gunfire on the fifth floor stopped.

Luke was full of admiration.

Smith’s marksmanship was absolutely first class. A shooter fell every time the HK416 opened fire, and after only a dozen seconds, all the remaining shooters had been killed.