Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1398
Chapter 1398: A Cheap Mouth and an Acquaintance Barging In Once More
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The TV cameras had locked onto the last group of teammates. Tony didn’t go over. Even as he was taking down more test subjects, he just watched the broadcast.
This was the Ninja Squad.
Tony’s understanding of Japanese culture basically came from movies and TV which teenagers watched. Ninjas, of course, were mentioned the most.
He wasn’t too interested in this sort of profession which involved keeping the face hidden, and couldn’t get over how it didn’t use any tech know-how.
However, the five shorties in the image were very fierce and powerful.
Four of them, in particular, were especially thick and broad. Wearing old-fashioned battle armor, they charged forward like small tanks and smashed the test subjects, turning them into abstract paintings.
Tony felt that there was definitely something wrong with his understanding of ninjas.
Shouldn’t ninjas use assassination to complete a mission, like that Lady Deathstrike?
These people… were they gladiators in their previous lives, and reborn wrong in this one?
Thinking that, he couldn’t help but send a message over the comms. “Little Donnie, smile at a 45-degree angle.”
On the screen, one shortie was stumped for a moment before he raised his head and looked around. He then broke a test subject with two rods. “Huh? Where’s the camera?”
The comms channel: “…”
Luke was too lazy to say anything this time.
To be honest, protecting these little turtles was a little troublesome. They were too simple.
Since Tony liked to tease them, he had to be prepared to be their nanny.
It was like how a person who raised cats or dogs had to be mentally prepared to shovel poop.
How cute a pet was, was how patient the poop shoveller had to be.
In any case, taking the little turtles as his godsons wouldn’t be a loss for Tony.
Tony, who was unaware that his cheap comment had earned him new godsons, was very satisfied.
Generally speaking, these temporary teammates were pretty good.
Some of them made his back go cold, some made him itch, and some made him want to stomp on their faces, but ultimately, they were above average.
He stopped being distracted and focused on killing more monsters.
He was now in the top five, behind the Ninja Squad, Big Dipper, Batman, and Bastet.
Even if he had been the last to enter the battlefield, Tony felt that he had to be in the top three in order to prove his strength in front of these temporary teammates.
Also, he was someone who relied on his brain and skills to make a living; basically no one in this bunch could compare with him in this aspect.
He was far more efficient at killing people because he had many long-range and high-tech attacks.
The first time he met Batman, he had experienced the special difficulty of operating in the city.
This time, Batman had sent him detailed information on the test subjects, and Jarvis had long given him the most cost-effective solution: a small number of taser shells for emergency rescues, a large number of tranquilizers, and net guns and grappling hooks. As long as these test subjects were slowed down or locked in place, they could be easily destroyed.
Watching his temporary teammates fight gave him some inspiration.
No longer stubborn about personally moving his legs, he sometimes just smashed the test subjects into the ground in passing. As long as their bones were shattered, that was the same as completing his task.
Looking at his kill count increase steadily to almost 200, Tony felt very satisfied. Suddenly, there was a clatter in a nearby building, and several shadows crashed out of a third floor window.
The silver blade light was like a whip. Taking advantage of the fact that they were in the air, the attacker exploded and the light shot in all directions as it struck the three test subjects that were attacking him.
Bang!
The black figure landed on one knee, the longsword in his hand raised at an angle.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Pieces of the three experimental bodies fell like rain, creating an irregular circle around him.
Tony: “WTF!”
He had thought that the flashy octopus Electric Cable was the most unbelievable he had seen tonight.
He hadn’t expected someone even more pretentious to be hiding here.
Looking at this indistinct figure in the dark and the black coat he was wearing, the tycoon subconsciously asked, “Jarvis, what’s the temperature in New York right now?”
“Sir, due to the good weather of the last two days, the current temperature is 28 degrees, which is close to the highest in New York’s history,” Jarvis immediately replied.
Tony said, “Isn’t he going to get a rash if he wears a coat in this weather?”
Jarvis said, “The heat sensor indicates that his body temperature is lower than a normal person’s even after strenuous exercise.”
Tony looked at the thermal image and saw that the figure in it was only a light yellow. He exclaimed, “He’s not normal? Could it be…”
He immediately sent a message over the comms. “I have a guy here who’s wearing a leather cloak on a hot day. He uses a katana and has a very exaggerated manner. Does anyone know him?”
After a brief silence, Batman said, “I think I do.”
Tony curled his lip and wasn’t surprised at all. “Then I’m not dealing with it. A TV helicopter is coming.”
After making sure that nobody fought this new hero, Luke had Alfred switch to the TV broadcast.
A moment later, Alfred projected the image, and Luke confirmed that it was none other than Eric Brooks, Daywalker.
However, this was a pure vampire hunter who basically only attacked vampires and their servants, and who had little contact with ordinary humans.
On the live feed, however, this guy chased down a few test subjects and cut them into pieces.
Coupled with the video of Tony when he first appeared, Daywalker had already killed seven or eight test subjects.
Puzzled, Luke didn’t go over, and had the Big Dipper clone approach him instead.
In less than a minute, Big Dipper arrived at the scene. Daywalker had killed two more test subjects, and was sheathing his blade.
Big Dipper appeared silently, but didn’t escape Daywalker’s keen senses. He turned around. “Who are you?”
Luke said, “A passer-by, but I have a friend who knows you. Rome, Boogeyman John Wick. Remember him?”
Daywalker frowned. “What do you want?”
The Boogeyman had helped him a little, and had killed three vampires. He wasn’t a friend, but he wasn’t an enemy either.
Luke said, “I’ve heard of you. You specialize in hunting vampires. Why are you killing these test subjects?”
Daywalker was stumped. “Test subjects?”
Luke said, “This is a biological weapon developed by Sacks Industries. Right after the CEO was caught tonight, his accomplice launched this terrorist attack. We’ve killed hundreds of them just now, and there aren’t many left.”
Daywalker’s expression turned ugly. After a brief hesitation, he said, “I don’t know about the test subjects you’re talking about, but I can smell the stench of vampires on them.”
Luke frowned.. “If vampires die, they turn to dust, right?”
