Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1248

Chapter 1248: Professional Paparazzi and Dog-Headed Online Troll

“Sit,” John ordered simply, and the dog immediately sat down obediently. It tilted its head and watched its master walk to the bed and pick up a phone from the nightstand.

This wasn’t a smartphone that was being used widely this year, but an old brand, Nokia.

John recognized it.

After he was locked up in the black room, Luke had given him a memo to memorize.

According to the memo, this Nokia brick was a once-off communication device.

When John woke up, he had to call Luke to confirm that he hadn’t been thrown into the ocean halfway to feed the fish.

John deftly typed in a six-figure password, and the phone book showed up with an unknown number in it.

John called the number.

The phone rang for five seconds before the call was picked up.

Then… there was a long silence.

Luke was having lunch, and it was Alfred who picked up.

What John didn’t know was that he was competing with an A.I. program to see who was more patient.

Finally, he chose to speak first. “What’s with that woman? You…”

As soon as he spoke, the preset program on Alfred’s side responded: Voice and fingerprints are a match. The caller has been confirmed to be the target. Message sent.

John had only said a few words, when he suddenly heard a dial tone. He couldn’t help but be stumped.

At that moment, his phone beeped with a new message.

He opened the message and saw that it was an address for a store room in the garden of a bungalow at the foot of a mountain in Rocinha, Rio de Janeiro.

There was an extra sentence: “After you remember the address, please destroy this phone. Bye.”

John: “…”

An hour later, John walked out of a private bank in Rio with a small box and a wad of cash.

Inside the box was a complete set of IDs for his face.

There was also a Swiss bank card in the box, which contained 20 million dollars.

That was the “money” which Luke had given him.

From now on, he was no longer John Wick, but…

Looking down at his passport, he murmured, “Keanu Reeves?”

…

Luke had no intention of contacting the Boogeyman again.

As long as he wasn’t stupid enough to reveal that he was Boogeyman John, he would never hear from Luke again.

Still, Luke watched the video of the new Mr. Keanu Reeves getting out of bed with great interest.

Since he was already starting to establish himself in South America, it was easy for him to find someone to complete an ordinary mission for him.

Nobody really cared why someone would specifically send a hot Brazilian girl to an unconscious white man.

But in case the hot Brazilian girl decided to take advantage of Mr. Reeves while he was unconscious, Luke had her sent in unconscious as well.

It was boring, unscrupulous and very troublesome.

But Luke didn’t care.

He had always kept in mind that he had said that he would find this super killer a hot Brazilian chick.

A man had to keep his word.

Luke was reassured when he saw the new Mr. Reeves roll off the bed, his vigilant expression turning into one of embarrassment.

Anyone who woke up and felt something warm and plump next to them would probably be shocked after being alone for a few months.

Mr. Reeves was already doing very well; it was even better that he had left behind an interesting video as a souvenir.

Hm, it definitely wasn’t because this guy was too handsome. Luke was very sure of that.

Otherwise, Luke wouldn’t have specially adjusted the age of his face to that of a 25-year-old man.

But it seemed that Mr. Reeves himself wasn’t used to his handsome face, especially after he was hit on by a number of hot Brazilian girls on the way.

In the end, he had to put on a pair of sunglasses and a cap to look like a stereotypical hitman to get out of this mess.

Luke didn’t know about this, nor would he care even if he did.

…

The Thousand Faces System was done, but Luke didn’t plan to go see Tony for the time being.

It hadn’t been long since Batman last went to Stark Tower; he needed a good reason to drop by.

Also, when the undead had been causing trouble in New York, the tycoon had been far away in Los Angeles and unable to return in time. He was probably depressed.

Two days ago, an indiscreet paparazzo asked him, “Mr. Stark, what do you think of Batman now that he has a real partner?”

Tony’s face darkened. He didn’t even spare the guy a glance and simply gestured for the bodyguards to take him away.

However, all the paparazzi in America knew that this was the tycoon’s style. They couldn’t sue him, or they would be embroiled with Stark Industries’ legal department for the rest of their lives.

They also knew that the tycoon wasn’t stupid enough to physically make a move himself, but he could flay them alive with his poisonous tongue; as long as they twisted his sharp and unkind words around, the paparazzi could just barely sell it as news.

Thus, many of them were here to be scolded.

This paparazzo didn’t succeed in getting a scolding, and was dragged aside by two bodyguards until Tony left.

He wasn’t angry. Instead, when he flipped through the shots on his camera, he noticed Tony’s expression when he was asked the question.

Thinking quickly, the paparazzo’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately took out his smartphone to type out a draft.

The headline was: Iron Man’s expression changes dramatically at the bad news. The reason is actually her…

The article was released that night, and it generated a lot of discussion.

It had to be said that this paparazzo had a keen nose for headlines.

Tony’s dark expression in a mere instant was forcibly linked to “Black Cat.”

Of course, the paparazzo didn’t dare say anything outright in the article, but when it went on the Internet, online users had no scruples in commenting on it.

There were a lot of remarks like “Tony is jealous and tolerant,” and “Black Cat is our goddess, please let Batman be with Iron Man,” and so on.

Gold Nugget discovered the news when it was scolding people online, and happily shared it with Selina.

Selina laughed and read it to Luke at dinner.

Looking at Tony’s subtle expression in the photo, Luke could only hand it to the paparazzo’s wild imagination.

Selina, on the other hand, laughed. “Don’t be so angry. Gold Nugget has already helped you scold them.”

Luke nodded, then felt that something was wrong. “Scolded them? Scolded who?”

Selina took a bite of the lobster and said vaguely, “The people online. It’s not like Gold Nugget can call and scold them, right?”

Speechless, Luke looked at the ceiling before he said a moment later, “Are you sure it wasn’t the paparazzi who hired Gold Nugget as an online troll? Five cents for every comment posted?”

Selina was confused. “Huh? What are you talking about?”