Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1232

Chapter 1232: In-App Purchases Are Lethal

In the end, it was RIPD who pissed Phil off the most.

They clearly had specialized weapons, but RIPD didn’t give them many.

If his subordinates had professional weapons, they could quickly suppress the situation even with just twelve bullets, and wouldn’t have to be as cautious as right now.

SHIELD had indeed done some research on these things after getting them, and both parties were well aware of the intent to produce copies, but that was human nature.

Just now, Phil had contacted the other party to let them know about the undying monsters creating chaos.

However, the other party had been reluctant to work with his men. He didn’t know how many people RIPD had sent to resolve this matter.

This mysterious organization was too troublesome! Phil cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do.

The higher-ups of RIPD were in direct contact with Nick Fury and the World Security Council. Given Phil’s position, he could only talk to these field workers.

But to be fair, he was actually of the same rank as the director of the RIPD New York branch.

RIPD was too arrogant, however. Until now, Phil had never seen any of the other party’s branch leaders, and had only interacted with their grassroots operators.

He had also mentioned this to Nick Fury, and the usually calm and overbearing director had gotten a helpless expression on his face. He simply said, “We can’t control them,” and the matter was dropped.

These thoughts flashed through Phil’s mind, and he couldn’t help but roar into the comm, “Cheney, you’re not done yet?”

After a brief silence, there was a reply. “Boss, they’re too cunning and can walk on the walls. They keep running around in the building. We can’t stop them.”

Phil said, “Then work harder. If you really can’t do it, force them out so that Jack has a chance to shoot them.”

He couldn’t waste any more time with these two undead. Every second wasted here, innocent lives were at stake.

While he was thinking that, a shadow glided through the air and kicked at a window before entering the building.

Phil was shocked. “What’s going on?”

The comm was silent for a moment, before Cheney’s surprised voice rang out. “Batman, Batman is here… uh, he killed both the undead.”

Phil: “…”

His subordinate: “…”

How many seconds had it been?

It had been less than five seconds between Batman showing up and Cheney speaking.

They had been locked in battle with these two cunning undead for almost five minutes just now.

While Phil and his sharpshooter were still in a daze, Luke had already jumped out of another window and landed in front of them. “Why are your people still using net guns? Are you trying to catch them alive?”

Hearing the question, Phil and his subordinate were depressed.

It was Phil who explained the lack of special firearms and ammo on his side.

The blood-red lenses on Luke’s mask flashed. “That’s the problem? Why didn’t you say anything just now?”

As he spoke, he reached under his cape and took out a bag from his inventory. He tossed it to the sharpshooter. “These are special 9mm bullets which I bought a few days ago. They can be used with ordinary firearms, and can kill these undead in one shot.”

Phil was surprised. “You have these… Huh? You just bought them?”

Luke nodded at him.

Phil immediately understood. This was from that “bigshot who sold everything”!

Luke looked at the mechanical gloves on Phil’s hands. “You’re not a bad shot. You have to believe in yourself.”

Phil noticed his gaze and knew that he was reminding him to use the support firepower function on the mechanical gloves. He could only smile wryly as he said, “There were too few bullets just now. I didn’t dare waste them.”

Luke nodded. “Tell your team members that I’ll be supplying them special ammo on the way. Now isn’t the time to save money.” He then rose into the air and left without waiting for Phil’s reply.

If he didn’t have to figure out why SHIELD was being so inefficient, he wouldn’t have bothered to stop and talk to Phil.

In the next ten minutes or so, Luke provided special ammo to Phil’s ten teams while eliminating the undead along the route that Alfred had mapped out.

Each team received 200 special bullets. Most of them were distributed to the men with the best marksmanship, while everyone else was given a few extra bullets each.

Shots fired from multiple points were clearly a different threat to shots fired from a single point.

Where one person wouldn’t be able to surround the enemy, even with effective gunfire, three to five people could easily force the enemy into a corner.

The SHIELD agents weren’t bad. With the net guns as support, the rate at which they eliminated the undead immediately skyrocketed.

Phil finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the dense red dots on his phone disappear one by one.

With this level of efficiency, it would take at most 30 minutes to complete the cleanup operation, and the chaos caused by the undead would come to an end in an hour.

While it was a huge problem, it was already a blessing that the worst outcome didn’t happen.

As Luke eliminated the undead in his path, he looked at the thousands of credit points in the system and felt a little pained.

The bullets he gave Phil had been modified in his inventory by the system.

A few days ago, he had used his clone to take a bullet fired by that blonde. At that time, the system had indicated that he had received a special fusion-type mental energy, which could be cloned for use.

After poking at the system, he figured out what was going on.

To put it simply, the old man’s blue bullets were a special product that had some special mental energy attached to them. It could be seen as a “special mental-type” energy attack fired with a gun.

But this sort of attack was useless against ordinary humans, and was only lethal on the undead, who were immune to ordinary firearms.

That was also why the undead weren’t afraid of physical attacks. Even then, they had stayed low all this time.

This invulnerability was their biggest strength, but also the reason why they could be killed in one shot with a special bullet.

After figuring this out, Luke had the system help him create “enchanted bullets,” and Selina had gotten a whole bunch.

The bullets themselves were the most common type. He just placed them in his inventory, handed over the credit points, told the system how strong he wanted the “enchantment” to be, and it was done.

Each enchantment was worth at least 20 credit points.

It wasn’t a processing fee charged by the system; rather, it was the energy contained in these credit points which the system injected into the bullets.

In short, it was an “in-app purchase.”

Luke wasn’t slow in earning credit points, but it was still a lot slower compared with the money he earned.

Back then, when he had been earning thousands of credit points each month, and was still earning a wage of several tens of thousands a year as a detective, he had also earned a little more than a million in extra income.

Now, it was very easy for him to earn tens of thousands of credit points each month, while he was already worth tens of billions of dollars.

Given this comparison, paying for these “enchanted” bullets with credit really made his heart ache.

Even at the minimum requirement of 20 credit points for each bullet, giving the ten teams of SHIELD agents 2,000 bullets in total meant that he was down 40,000 credit points.