Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 850
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Selina simply sighed and asked, “What about this case?”
Luke said, “We’ll make it clear to the police that we won’t interfere.”
Selina burst out laughing. “Are we going out for a spin tonight, then?”
Luke smiled. “We’ve been renovating for a week; I think it’s time we brush up on our combat skills.”
…
At nine in the evening, Selina heard Luke say from behind her, “Okay, you can look in the mirror now.”
Hearing that, she walked to a mirror on the wall and examined herself. “Where’s the original Beast? Don’t need it anymore?”
Luke said with a smile, “That was a test product, mainly to collect your data and your habits. Beast and Terminator made a name for themselves in Los Angeles. They can’t appear in New York, at least not anytime soon.”
Selina sighed.
Knowing what she was thinking, Luke said with a smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep the Beast Armor. If you like it, I’ll put it here as a souvenir.”
Selina nodded quickly. “Okay.”
Luke said, “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about the second generation Beast armor you’re wearing?”
Selina moved around and twisted her wrists before she pressed her hands on the workbench and performed a backflip. “Hm, it seems there’s less of an impact on movements; it’s also very light.”
As she spoke, she ran forward and performed a somersault before landing on the floor. “There’s basically no sound even with such violent movements, so it’s a lot stealthier.”
Luke reminded her, “The auxiliary system has also been modified. You can link to a voice-controlled drone. We’ll test the function later.”
Selina nodded. “So why aren’t you changing into your outfit?”
Smiling, Luke opened a closet next to him.
Looking at the equipment, Selina was stunned. “What’s this?”
Wearing the ordinary-looking equipment, Luke said with a smile, “Do you remember Bullseye?”
Of course Selina remembered that man; he was one of the few extraordinary human beings who had still been able to escape after Luke shot him.
She nodded. “The sharpshooter from the donut shop murder. He even killed one of Harrison’s men and caused a series of explosions. What does this equipment have to do with him?”
Luke nodded and fixed his black Zorro hat on his smiling helmet. “The explosions were because Bullseye blew up his subordinates when avoiding ‘his’ pursuit.” Then, he pointed at the smiling face on his helmet.
Selina immediately understood. “You were the one who ran Bullseye off?”
Luke chuckled through the helmet’s mic in a low and magnetic voice. “No,’he’ was the one who ran Bullseye off.”
Selina rolled her eyes. “Fine. What’s his name?”
“V!”
A few minutes later, the two of them were running over the rooftops of New York’s buildings.
Selina jumped, and the small device on her back activated in half a second, giving her a slight push to fly over twenty meters and land on a nearby building.
The moment her hands and feet touched the wall, they provided enough suction to bear her weight.
She was already moving upward after dispelling the momentum.
After playing a few times, her initial caution turned into excitement. She stopped climbing the building like a gecko, and instead, tapped her hands and feet lightly against the wall as she leapt upward.
“This armor is fun,” she said excitedly to Luke.
Luke said, “Take your time to get used to it. When you’re free, you can practice flying, and you’ll be able to glide like Batman.”
Selina’s eyes glittered. “Really? That’s great. But what’s with your clothes? Why do I feel that they’re just clothes?”
Luke said, “You’re right. It doesn’t have many functions.” Like Selina, he was using the suction function in his feet to move up the wall.
However, Selina’s body was parallel to the stairs, and she was kicking off of her toes to exert force.
Luke, on the other hand, was at a right angle to the stairs and moving at a leisurely pace as he nevertheless kept up with Selina.
V wouldn’t use too many high-tech equipment. In the end, this identity was similar to Batman.
Therefore, V’s equipment was more like clothes, which provided a certain level of protection and disguise, and had a few minor functions.
In gaming terms, Batman used metal armor, Big Dipper used leather armor, and what V was wearing could at most only be considered a piece of cloth.
However, apart from his trump cards of Elementary Telekinesis and Elementary Annihilation, V could use most of his abilities whenever necessary, and his combat ability wasn’t bad.
He wondered when his old “friend” Bullseye would hear of his appearance.
Bullseye would definitely make an interesting expression.
Smiling, Luke landed next to Selina.
At that moment, the two of them were standing on the edge of a building that was more than thirty stories high. The streetlights in the distance were like a river, and the buildings were like stars.
“How beautiful!” Selina exclaimed.
Even Los Angeles couldn’t compare with this place.
This was Manhattan, New York, the most populated place in the world.
“Let’s go. My fists are hungry.” Luke smiled.
The two of them flew down into an old building not far away.
In the hall at the bottom of the building, a few people were talking about something in high spirits. More than ten women, who were only in their underwear, were packing goods, as four or five armed guards patrolled the area.
“Finally, it’s our turn to get rich,” a middle-aged man bellowed excitedly.
Another Caucasian man hurriedly agreed. “Owen, you’re too smart. That black mask looks for trouble with the Asians and Russians almost every day. He’s swallowed several batches of their goods. Now that supply in this area is tight, this batch of goods will earn at least thirty percent.”
The middle-aged man named Owen said angrily, “This was supposed to be our territory, but we were too careless and let Kingpin and the Asians barge in. It’s time for us to take back our territory.”
His subordinates subconsciously shut up.
It was a good thing to make a fortune while Kingpin and the Asians were in trouble.
But fighting Kingpin and taking back their lost territory? That was a joke. Even when they were at their strongest, they weren’t as terrifying as Kingpin was now.