Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 675

Chapter 675 Acting Too Quickly and Rushing to the Next Stop

These nests were “entertainment venues.” The vampires wouldn’t live there. Many nests would only be opened just before they received a delivery.

As for real vampires, Axelle only knew one — Raquel

Luke was instantly annoyed. A dead end! Blame him for acting too quickly!

He confirmed it several times, and the answer never changed.

The only vampire that Axelle knew was Raquel, whom he had just killed.

Axelle was a smart and knowledgeable woman who had done so many inhumane things. All she wanted was “eternal youth.”

Or rather, the embrace of a real vampire.

Using this method, the vampires slowly gathered a large force in the dark.

Not everyone could be indifferent to life and death, especially those with money and power.

At the last moment, they would still succumb to their desire to survive, and become vampire slaves.

And what they had naturally became the vampires’.

But the vampires who didn’t dare to be high-profile would only consume the benefits that couldn’t see the light, and wouldn’t dare openly take over important enterprises.

They had done that a few times before, but several agencies and forces had come knocking on their doors. Not only had the vampires taken a beating, even the businesses they acquired were thrown out.

The talented bigshots who had been turned into vampire servants were also eliminated.

After suffering heavy losses, they could only hide in the dark.

It wasn’t hard for these powers and agencies to eliminate the vampires.

But everything depended on interests.

The costs involved and the possible destructive consequences of eliminating the vampires wasn’t something that anyone wanted to take responsibility for, so they turned a blind eye to their existence. There were minor conflicts, but no all-out war.

Of course, that had nothing to do with Luke.

He didn’t need “eternal life,” nor was he a member of any force or agency. His immediate department was LAPD, and he didn’t care about law and order in Europe.

At five in the morning, Luke left the villa and got into the light helicopter which he had obtained from the factory.

A few minutes later, the helicopter rose into the air and flew east before dawn.

When they reached the border, the helicopter slanted away and Luke jumped out of the open door.

The unmanned helicopter flew in an arc before it crashed into a river in a deep valley.

Luke had already put on his triangular wings and swept through the air into Poland.

As the sun slowly rose, Luke was riding yet another motorbike.

Some of the things on this mission that needed to be destroyed had fallen into the river with the helicopter, like the motorbike he had used before.

On the other hand, he would destroy the consumables when the time was right, including even the White Wolf armor.

Thanks to his Sharp Nose, Luke had never been sloppy when following a trail.

He was now just another traveler new to Poland, and was about to head to the next stop.

His small motorbike wobbled as he rode it to Chopin Airport, bought a ticket, and took off.

Watching as Warsaw gradually became smaller, Luke sighed. “I don’t have time to play here anymore. What a shame.”

An hour later, Luke exited Orly Airport in Paris. Switching to the appearance of a black man again, he bought a half-new Volkswagen Golf with cash before he headed west. Several hours later, the Volkswagen Golf passed through the Channel Tunnel and entered London.

It was drizzling in London in the early morning. Looking at the old city in the rain, Luke felt that it was a good day to get work done.

Luke drove to 174 Brock Street and observed the old five-story building for a while before he entered the store.

In line with the old building, the decor in the store was simple and elegant, but clean and tidy. The bright lights made it warm and comfortable.

A saleswoman stepped forward with a faint smile. “Welcome.”

She then stood at a distance and didn’t approach him nor plan to go forward and help him.

Luke waved at her, and the saleswoman slowly walked over. “How can I help you, sir?”

Luke said with a smile, “I want to buy two suits and matching shoes.” The saleswoman immediately smiled more sincerely. “Shall I show you what we have, sir?”

Luke nodded again, and they chatted as they walked.

Twenty minutes later, Luke came out of the store with a paper bag. This was a small store that sold custom-made suits. They didn’t have any ready stock, and it would take a week to make them.

Luke regretfully expressed that he needed them urgently, and he finally bought a pair of calfskin shoes before he left. Standing at the door of the store, he looked around as if he was considering where to go, but he was thinking to himself, This isn’t a vampire nest, and there’s no smell of any vampires here. It seems that I can only go to that fashion show. He looked at the building diagonally opposite him. On the top of the building was an image of two curved lines in a half-sphere, which looked a little like a circle encasing the Chinese character for “well.”

Luke didn’t think too much of it.

There were all sorts of strange carvings in this old city.

Take the tailor shop behind him, for example. In a hidden corner among the eaves was what looked like an hourglass design, except it had an extra line.

There were a lot of ancient things hidden in this city.

Murmuring to himself, Luke looked away and drove his car to the Paddington Hotel.

Built in the style of a Victorian building, the hotel had over a hundred years of history. Meticulously maintained, it still had a decent appearance and gave off a classic vibe.

Before entering the hotel, Luke gave the paper bag with the leather shoes to a homeless man at the end of the street.

The homeless man opened the “gift” in surprise, only to discover that it was a really beautiful pair of leather shoes, and he immediately thought about making a quick buck off them.

Luke didn’t care. He didn’t want to leave those custom-made leather shoes behind as a clue. They were worthless.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he wanted to talk to the saleswoman, he wouldn’t have bought a pair at all.

Driving into the hotel parking lot, he asked the receptionist and found the ballroom.

There was a fashion show in progress here for Alexander McCartney, a fairly well-known fashion designer.

Looking at the security guard standing at the entrance, Luke scratched his head.

He didn’t have an invitation.

A small-scale fashion show like this would have issued invitations in advance, and there wouldn’t be many people.

It wasn’t like he could knock the security guard out. The guy was just doing his job, and wasn’t a bad guy.

Mind whirling, Luke suddenly reached out to stop two kids who were walking past. “Kids, do you feel like you need to pee? Hurry up and ask that uncle where the bathroom is.”