Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1093
Chapter 1093: Before I Could Use Any Strength, You Already Fell
Luke then grabbed White Dove by the throat and pushed her against the wall.
White Dove wanted to yell, but she could barely breathe. The hand around her neck completely controlled her voice and breathing.
Then, someone whispered in her ear, “Tell me, who sent you after me?”
Sensing the grip on her neck relax a little, White Dove gritted her teeth and asked, “Who are you?”
She had heard of Boogeyman John, but he wasn’t strong enough to kill her and Night Wolf instantly.
She suspected that she had run into another expert.
“John Wick. Some call me the Boogeyman.” The person was still calm. “Tell me, who sent you to kill me?”
White Dove’s mind whirled as she tried to find an opportunity to counterattack so that she and Night Wolf could live.
In the next moment, she simply replied, “Santino D’Antonio.”
She was stunned the moment she said it.
The person behind her didn’t stop. “Are you from the Fraternity?”
“Yes,” replied White Dove.
She was suddenly frightened. “You… You can control my mind?”
Otherwise, her mouth wouldn’t be running itself ragged before she could even figure out how to answer!
Luke smiled. Hehe, this Pheromone Control is even more terrifying than mind control, lady!
A despairing White Dove was carried back into the room, and the interrogation lasted five minutes.
But apart from the initial question about the commission being from Santino, the subsequent questions were all about the Fraternity’s current situation.
She had a bad feeling. Was this Boogeyman planning on attacking the Fraternity?
Unfortunately, even if she knew that, she could only obediently confess everything.
After asking for the information he wanted, Luke asked one last question. “How many innocent people have you killed?”
White Dove was very reluctant to answer, but still did so honestly. “I don’t know. Maybe five or six, maybe seven or eight. I don’t know if these people were guilty, but Sloan gave me a list and said that it was fate.”
Luke said, “So, the loom is just an excuse. You actually knew that these people didn’t necessarily have to die, right?”
White Dove said despairingly, “Yes. I know a few of them had never committed any crimes, but Sloan said that they would become evil in the future, so I killed them.”
Luke nodded. “Any last words?”
A thought occurred to White Dove. “You said you would let us go as long as we dodged your bullets.”
Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head regretfully. “I’ve always been a man of my word, but you fell before I could even shoot. You can only blame yourselves for being too weak.”
White Dove was full of despair. “You liar, d*mn y…”
Crack.
Drawing his fist back, Luke looked at the woman’s drooping head and sighed. “Bad guys don’t have the right to make demands.”
A moment later, White Dove disappeared, and the scene was tidied up.
As for Night Wolf, Luke had killed him in the hallway with one punch a few minutes ago. When Luke had escorted White Dove into the room to be interrogated, he had stored Night Wolf’s body away in Space 1.
Everything had been wrapped up.
Let them go? No way.
White Dove had been well aware that she was willfully killing the innocent, but she still followed Sloan’s instructions and killed at will.
Whether man or woman, someone like that deserved to die.
It hadn’t taken more than ten minutes to deal with this “foreign aid.”
The guards at the museum 100 meters away didn’t hear the gunshots. The party had only just started.
Luke entered the museum from the back and walked into the front hall.
That was the main venue for the party, and most of the guests were there. Santino should be there too.
But when Luke walked down a corridor at the back of the museum, he was stumped for a moment. He looked at a side corridor, then immediately switched directions and walked over.
Half a minute later, he was looking at a bright silver blast-proof door under the surveillance camera, and was amused. Interesting. Santino, you’re quite good at making escape plans.
Staying invisible, he placed a decoder on the combination lock of the blast-proof door, and a string of data flashed on the decoder.
In less than thirty seconds, a green indicator lit up on the combination lock, and it opened silently. Luke put the decoder away and jumped lightly.
Five seconds later, the door was completely open.
Seven or eight bodyguards looked nervously at the doorway, only to find it empty.
It was a straight passage that was about the same size as the door for over 10 meters on the other side, and there were no blind spots; there was no place for anyone to hide.
The leader of the bodyguards picked up the walkie-talkie and said, “Boss, there’s nobody outside.”
The walkie-talkie was silent for a moment, before Santino said, “Got it. F*ck, what kind of lousy door is this?! After this is over, I’m going to sue for insurance until the company goes bankrupt…”
Nobody noticed that when the door slowly opened, a warped, transparent shadow had snuck in and was hanging from the ceiling like a spider. It then landed quietly behind the bodyguards.
This was an underground living area that was more than 200 square meters in size.
The door opened into a large hall, which was where all the bodyguards were. Further in was a sitting room and several rooms.
There were two very distinctive scents: Santino and his short-haired female bodyguard.
But Luke didn’t go after them right away.
He stood in one corner of the sitting room for a moment and let his Sharp Nose fully investigate the underground space.
Sure enough, apart from the blast-proof door, there was another security passage in Santino’s bedroom.
Luke then made a beeline for the surveillance room.
This was the key to keeping an eye on this basement and alerting the bodyguards.
When he had snuck in just now, the optical camouflage would definitely have still caused some abnormality.
If they had been more attentive, they might have noticed that something wasn’t right.
Of course, it didn’t matter if they did. Santino had to die.
But how much Luke could squeeze out of him before he died would depend on how well the operation went.
It turned out that even members of a major underworld force like the Camorra weren’t much better than a regular company, especially when it came to surveillance. They couldn’t help but slack off.
Staring at a fixed surveillance feed for long periods to detect anything suspicious wasn’t something a human being could do.
A.I. programs were more suitable for surveillance than people, and this underground living space clearly didn’t have any such advanced technology.
Luke didn’t even have to get too close. He simply took out a tranquilizer gun and shot the four bodyguards who were watching the surveillance feed. After checking the surveillance equipment and making sure that there was no wireless communication or external storage, he turned it off and left.
Then, he stealthily shot the bodyguards in the hall as well, instantly paralyzing them.
