Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 319
Chapter 319: Lookout and Sniper
Luke wondered if he had just been hit on. However, this wasn’t the best time.
Helplessly, he looked out of the corner of his eye at the Toyota on the street corner thirty meters away.
Selina said, “Luke, you’ve changed! You’re actually expressing your interest in song now instead of keeping it to yourself!”
Luke mumbled, Acting! It’s all acting, alright?
Selina’s sarcasm stopped there, and she didn’t continue teasing him.
They were going to catch a big one, and using the comms to gossip would be going overboard.
A few minutes later, Selina alerted Luke. “Palmer’s car is out. It’s at the B2 exit.”
Luke got up and walked unhurriedly to the parking lot exit.
Almost at the same time, the Toyota moved as well.
Luke narrowed his eyes.
The parking lot exit couldn’t be seen from here, so… did someone inside the DEA let these two gangsters know, or was someone keeping a lookout nearby?
A traitor inside the DEA would be the DEA’s own problem; it wasn’t unusual to have moles inside the DEA.
But if there was a lookout, Luke had to be extra careful.
Let alone Bullseye, a veteran or someone from the special forces would already be very dangerous.
“Selina, move the cameras on the top of the car and check the surrounding buildings for possible lookouts,” said Luke quietly.
“Got it. I’ve already adjusted them. I’m also monitoring the streets with the roadside surveillance cameras nearby,” replied Selina.
Luke hummed in response and pressed on.
He was walking on a straight path through the trees on the edge of a small square.
The Toyota, on the other hand, had to turn a corner in order to reach the parking lot.
Luke was walking along the hypotenuse of a right-angled triangle, while the gangsters were taking the L-shaped route; they were weirdly coordinated.
By the time the Toyota reached B2, Luke was already in position.
“In the northeast, there’s unusual activity in the third window on the tenth floor of that gray apartment building,” said Selina.
Luke shook his head to clear his mind, and as he hopped forward on the path, he glanced at the window.
With his keen sight, he saw the light glint off something faintly.
Lens? Was it binoculars or a scope?
“Selina, call Palmer and tell her to wait five minutes before she comes out. I’ll check out the guy on the tenth floor,” said Luke.
The apartment building to the northeast wasn’t far away from B2, but a row of trees blocked the line of sight.
Only when Palmer turned out of this exit would those lying in ambush have the best chance of shooting her.
Nobody knew how long it took a woman to get off work, and it wouldn’t be unusual for Palmer to touch up her makeup in the parking lot. A five-minute delay shouldn’t alarm the assailants.
Of course, Palmer would have to be allowed to take part in the interrogation later.
She had been used as bait, so she had the right to some of the credit.
Luke passed B2 and moved northeast.
His movements were concealed by the trees, and he had put on the close-fitting alloy bulletproof vest before he went on duty.
In two minutes, he had dashed into the apartment building two hundred meters away. Instead of waiting for the elevator, he simply rushed up the stairs and activated the surveillance function on his fake phone.
If the enemy was a good sniper, it was possible that they had high-tech equipment too. Luke had to be careful.
This was an old apartment building. Naturally, there were no surveillance cameras in the hallways. Thanks to his extraordinary Strength and Dexterity, Luke reached the tenth floor in just thirty seconds.
It would’ve only taken him ten seconds if he hadn’t been worried about the creaking floors of this old building making too much noise.
On the tenth floor, Luke took a deep breath, and caught the mixed smell of gun oil and powder.
Even though the man had taken a shower, he couldn’t completely get rid of the scent.
Luke quietly approached the unit and paused for a few seconds to make sure that there weren’t any traps on the door and to pinpoint the man’s location inside.
With one hand, Luke abruptly struck the lock.
The lock was sent flying into the room with a bam, as if it had been hit by a battering ram, and the door was abruptly flung open.
A baseball suddenly appeared in Luke’s hand, and he threw it at the head of a man three meters away who was turning around.
Bang!
The man had only turned halfway when he was hit, and he fell over the table.
Luke quickly handcuffed him and found a walkie-talkie when he did a body search.
He took a photo of the guy’s face and sent it to Selina. “I’ve sorted out the guy on the tenth floor. Look into him. He might be from the military.”
It was easy for Luke to guess what the man’s background was.
His gear was all standard military equipment. He looked exactly like a special force soldier sans badge.
Looking at the layout in the apartment, Luke could tell that the man was well-trained.
The long dining table had been pulled over to the window and the back had been raised to create a natural incline.
The curtain was drawn open just a crack and fastened in place so that it wouldn’t move in the wind and affect the shot.
This man was clearly much more professional than shooters who just casually placed their guns on the windowsill.
Naturally, a sniper didn’t always have the most comfortable environment to shoot in, but the best situation that they could make for themselves would significantly increase the accuracy of their shot.
Luke examined the sniper rifle.
It was an M24. It had obviously been modified, and definitely wasn’t a new gun.
But to his surprise, the glint just now wasn’t the light reflecting off the scope of the gun; this professional had covered it well with a hood.
What the light had reflected off was actually a glass object on the top of a cabinet.
This uninvited sniper obviously hadn’t expected the owner to use the top of the cabinet as storage.
Luke dragged the man into the bedroom and tied him up with the rope from his inventory. Basic Roping made him deft with using rope.
Finally, he taped the man’s mouth shut.
Closing the apartment door, Luke quickly went downstairs and made a call. “Elsa, I’ve caught a sniper who was about to target Palmer. I’ll send you the address. Send someone to pick him up ASAP. There are another two shooters that I need to take care of, I don’t have time for this guy.”
