Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 172
Chapter 172: Attack the Illegal Brothel (PART 1)
Twenty minutes later, Daniel dropped Luke off on the edge of neuf trois. He sighed helplessly when Luke got out, but had no choice except to turn around and leave quickly.
Daniel had been a cab driver in Paris for a long time, and he knew all sorts of people.
He also knew that curiosity could get a person killed.
Daniel had never once imagined he could become some important figure, nor was he interested in it; he was happy enough as a cab driver.
Thus, Daniel prayed for the generous magnate… so that he could win another thousand euros.
Luke wasn’t in a hurry to keep moving. Instead, he paid cash for a gray cloak, ordinary jeans and a pair of ordinary shoes from a supermarket. They cost no more than a hundred euros all up.
Of course, such cheap clothes were shoddy in quality and style.
He also asked the shop assistant to fetch him two bottles of water and some chocolate.
He made sure the entire time that he wasn’t caught on the supermarket’s surveillance cameras.
After that, he tracked the cars with his Sharp Nose and eventually reached his destination.
It was an abandoned construction site. He hid himself in an inconspicuous corner among the half-finished buildings.
It had been a quarter past three when his plane landed, almost four when he reached the city of Paris by cab, and around five after he checked in at the hotel.
After noticing Amanda and Kim, and tracking Amanda all the way to this place, it was already past six.
Since it was still January, night would start to fall in Paris in an hour at the very latest, and it would be fully dark in two hours.
In no rush, Luke slowly changed his clothes and his shoes.
He also had a mask and gloves in his backpack which he had prepared earlier, and he would put them on when he was ready to act.
Fifteen minutes later, he examined his gear to make sure everything was working properly.
Finally, he answered nature’s call in a remote corner that reeked of sh*t – clearly, a lot of people had used this corner for the same thing.
After that, he returned to his corner and sat down on a wooden plank. He had some water and made plans.
A long time later, Luke put on a mask and gloves, and hid his backpack under some garbage that weighed more than a hundred kilograms, before he left the corner.
It was almost seven o’clock. Dusk had fallen, and it was drizzling.
Luke took a deep breath of the cold and damp air, before he slowly breathed out.
As he exhaled, he slowly lowered his head, and the rainy night turned cold and threatening.
Few people would wander outside when it was cold and raining, not even the rogues who had nothing better to do.
Luke activated the life detector function on his fake phone two hundred meters away from the criminals’ nest. He then slowly moved forward under the cover of the buildings and garbage.
This was clearly an abandoned construction site, which had been taken over by a bunch of men who looked mean and brutal.
Luke turned grim when he detected the disgusting smell of body fluids in the air.
It was completely dark right now, and the people ten meters away were barely visible.
Standing next to an iron wall, Luke took a deep breath.
A moment later, he leapt nimbly onto an abandoned car before he jumped over the wall and into the construction site.
He was empty-handed, and under the cover of various structures along the way, he swiftly approached a shed in the center.
The shed had a strong smell of cash and guns.
Perhaps because this place was their nest, the guards weren’t patrolling at all, and were simply taking shelter under the roof and smoking.
Luke smelled guns on them. Moving around one side of the shed, he strangled one of the men.
At the same time, he punched the other guard, caving his face in, and grabbed the man before he could fall to the ground with a loud thump.
Luke searched them for a moment and found two guns, but didn’t find any extra bullets. He then moved toward the shed window.
Luke raised his guns without hesitation and opened fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He killed three people next to a table in the room.
By the time the bodies fell, Luke had already broken in through the window.
He found a UZI and a gun magazine in a drawer, before he quickly left through the door.
This was the head’s office – there was a boatload of cash in the drawer.
The gangsters would certainly be drawn over by the gunshots.
But before reinforcements arrived, Luke dashed toward a bunch of dilapidated machines ten meters away.
Standing in the shadow of the machines, Luke coldly observed the commotion.
Two, three, five, seven, eleven, thirteen, seventeen!
Plus the five people whom he had already killed, there were twenty-two armed gangsters.
He waited instead of immediately making a move.
A few of the gangsters ran into the office, and started yelling.
Another five people then rushed over from various positions in the camp.
Twenty-seven!
That should be all of them!
When the people in the office started yelling, so did the bunch outside. Three of them were in the office, and twelve were crowded around the door.
Luke raised the UZI in his hand.
Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!
Shooting at a slightly lower speed, Luke fired the thirty bullets that were in the magazine, and almost half of the twelve people outside the office collapsed.
Only five dead!
Luke wasn’t very surprised.
He had barely used an UZI before; it already wasn’t bad that he managed to shoot five of them.
Quickly reloading the UZI, Luke slung the gun over his shoulder and drew out the M1911 at his waist.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Another three gangsters were killed while running for cover.
Luke bent down and moved to a different location.
He would be an idiot if he stayed in one spot to shoot at the gangsters when he was outnumbered.
He was ten meters away when the gangsters fired at his earlier position.
Moving to a new hiding place, Luke observed them for a while on the side, then raised his gun again.
Bang! Bang!
Two foolish gangsters who had been shooting without cover were instantly killed.
