Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1241

Chapter 1241: Reputation +10 +10 +10

After that, Luke and Selina waited another ten minutes before two patrol cars arrived.

The two of them stepped forward and explained the situation. They handed the scene over to the patrol officers and had them secure the place, thus successfully throwing responsibility to someone else.

They didn’t go home after that. They got back into their car and drove through the streets of New York at night as they did their job as police officers.

The impact from the collective disturbances caused by the undead was pretty severe.

It was just that the situation never reached a critical point. Many people panicked, but there were also many young people who insisted on using smartphones and laptops to check F2F and breaking headlines.

These young people relied on “pics or it didn’t happen” on F2F, along with the instant messaging app which had just been released on Valentine’s Day, to spread all sorts of news.

The hottest topic was Batman and Black Cat killing the undead.

Luke had never stopped cultivating Batman’s popularity, and this was starting to bear fruit.

Although the people of New York had been frightened tonight, and even more so by the strange and hideous appearances of these undead, most people firmly believed that Batman and his partner of justice, Black Cat, would come to save them.

When the undead started rioting, Luke, Selina, his clone, and the SHIELD agents whom Phil had brought with him took immediate action to dispose of them, nipping the matter in the bud.

What was more astounding was that Selina and Phil’s SHIELD agents were treated as reinforcements whom Batman had brought with him.

It was still alright for Selina. At the very least, she was already quite famous in New York. The people she saved talked her up on F2F, so people knew about this “Black Cat.”

As for Phil’s SHIELD agents, they were completely treated like hired help.

Most people thanked them when they were rescued, but their views were changed slightly by discussion on the Internet, and they all ran off to thank Batman.

Thankfully, Phil didn’t need this reputation, and SHIELD didn’t want to reveal themselves to ordinary people.

Besides, the only reason they could kill so many undead so easily was because of the 2,000 enchanted bullets which Batman had given them.

Now that most of it was attributed to Batman, nobody felt there was anything wrong with it.

If Batman’s popularity could be converted into data, then tonight, it would be like: “Your reputation in New York City +10, +10, +10…”

However, New York wasn’t very peaceful to begin with.

The undead had spread out over three main districts in New York.

Manhattan, where Luke’s place was located, had been cleaned up as soon as possible, but the undead in Queens and Brooklyn stirred up trouble for almost an hour.

Because law and order in these two districts wasn’t as good as in Manhattan, it was inevitable that public disorder here would skyrocket.

In the face of intimidation from Batman, however, there were basically no major cases; most of the offenders were petty thieves who took advantage of the chaos to loot some shops and houses.

Everybody knew that petty thieves who ran into Batman would get a broken finger or a broken arm at most. When they recovered, they were good.

If they killed people, however, they had to be prepared to be crushed, and what awaited them in the future was life as a cripple.

This was the common understanding among the bottom-level gang members in New York.

Also, Batman barely cared about the small peddlers who sold weed on the street corners, and never targeted them.

It was the bigshots and core members of gangs who sold white powder on a large scale who suffered.

Batman’s way of doing things caused the gangs in Manhattan to move to Queens and Brooklyn. After all, these territories were bigger and had more people.

The price of many illegal drugs in New York had skyrocketed recently, especially in Manhattan.

The big buyers were the rich and crazy financial elites, but few gangs dared to make money there.

After all, Luke and Selina were too diligent.

If a core member of a drug gang was sent to the hospital, it would take at least three months for him to be discharged.

This recovery was a lot slower than when Luke and Selina sent people to the orthopedic department.

Many gangs now had a lot of goods on hand, but none of them had suitable core members to run the business.

Leave it to the small fry? What a joke. That was simply giving away money to them.

Also, any small fry with these goods would be beaten up. Batman was just that meticulous.

The extent to which he beat up people depended on their criminal activity.

If the small fry sold goods that weighed a few kilograms, they would also be crippled and the goods destroyed on the spot; those with a little more smarts didn’t dare take so much.

Hence, law and order in Queens and Brooklyn dropped slightly, but the worst cases happened among the gangs and rarely involved civilians.

These hooligans’ income had been unstable recently, and they wanted to make a quick buck when they had the chance.

In any case, Batman would definitely be too busy tonight. It would depend on who was unlucky enough to be caught.

It was true that Luke couldn’t eradicate all of them since there were too many of them.

In a country where even chickens, ducks, pigs and cows were given “quick and painless” deaths, he couldn’t do that.

If he sent a thousand hooligans to the orthopedic department in one night, Batman’s image would still collapse no matter how good it was.

Thus, most petty thieves received “minor concussions,” and hospital orthopedics departments throughout New York escaped the fate of being overloaded.

Luke and Selina didn’t return home until six in the morning.

Selina washed up and went to bed.

The armor’s A.I. program had long been left with the task of wrapping things up and checking that there had been no flaws in the operation.

Luke didn’t say anything, which meant that everything had been taken care of. Selina immediately took a nap.

That way, she would be full of energy by noon, and wouldn’t be affected the next day.

Luke also didn’t tarry. He quickly washed up and went to bed.

He would sleep for two hours first.

…

At nine in the morning, Luke made breakfast unhurriedly and began to check his harvest from last night.

The first of course was his experience and credit points.

There was a huge pile of notifications. In the end, the host’s experience was 598,000 / 700,000.

Credit: 212,000.

After cleaning up more than 300 rioting undead in the three districts, the points he obtained, plus those shared by Selina as his teammate, and from the 20% contribution rate for providing Phil with the bullets, came to a total of 40,000 experience and credit points.

This credit income just so happened to offset the “cost” of giving Phil the 2,000 enchanted bullets.

Then, Luke devoured the more than 700 undead who had escaped the great vortex on Staten Island. This was the biggest harvest of experience and credit points at more than 140,000.

However, activating the telekinetic mini-sun mode and his subsequent attack expenditure came to 20,000 credit points, so his net income was only 120,000 credit points.

Then, people from the Hand demolished the apartment building next door, causing it to tilt and press down on Luke’s place.

He returned and killed more than 200 mercenaries, which gave him another 30,000 experience and credit points.

Conversely, he got the least amount of points from being busy half the night maintaining law and order; Luke and his clone together didn’t even get 2,000 experience and credit points in total.