Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 345
Chapter 345: Rescuing Knight Smith
The bearded man burst out laughing. “Smith, do you really think that I was hired by just Hammerson Defense? Councilor Henry’s gun control plan affects more than one person. Also, I’m sorry to have to tell you that Councilor Henry’s plane just crashed into the ocean, and his body can’t be recovered. How about that?”
Smith found that hard to believe. “That’s impossible. You can’t cover this up.”
The bearded man grinned sardonically. “Yes, we can. The people behind me are more powerful than you can imagine. Now, tell me where the woman and the baby are.”
Smith was suspicious. “If you’ve succeeded, why are you still looking for them?”
Chuckling, the bearded man was about to say something, when another group of men entered the factory.
He rose and greeted the newcomers with a much more sincere smile. “Oh, boss, you’re here.”
Luke raised an eyebrow at the “boss” who had just arrived.
It was none other than the chairman of the board of Hammerson Defense. After inheriting the weapons manufacturing company from his father twenty years earlier, he became the new leader of the company; he was someone who had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
When Luke had examined the black combat uniforms of the men who attacked Smith at the hotel, he had discovered that their arms didn’t carry any branding, but were quite advanced.
After doing a search with his program, Luke discovered that those guns had the same functions as some of the latest models that Hammerson Defense was about to release.
Recalling the conversation between Smith and the bearded man, Luke now had a faint idea why the chairman of the board of Hammerson Defense was involved in this.
One of Henry Elsworth’s campaign promises was a large-scale clean up of illegal weapons.
The focus was on illegal weapons, but less people buying weapons illegally would also lead to less legal purchases of weapons.
Money was also needed to buy illegal weapons. Henry’s proposed bill wouldn’t affect just Hammerson Defense, but also the livelihoods of other arms companies.
If the gun control plan proved to be a success in Los Angeles, which was plagued by crime and gangs, other districts would definitely follow that example; after all, gangsters had much fewer votes than regular citizens.
Hammerson Defense was a fairly large company, but most of its market was based in Los Angeles and nearby cities.
Councilor Henry’s proposed bill thus unavoidably shook the foundations of Hammerson Defense.
Even more critically, several new weapons which Hammerson Defense had developed at great cost were about to be released.
If they couldn’t make a profit in the Los Angeles market, Hammerson Defense might risk losing a lot of money.
It wasn’t a complicated situation. Luke’s only question was: Why was the baby the center of everyone’s attention?
While Luke was pondering this, Hammerson had joined the crowd.
He was close to fifty years old, and had a long and thin, sickly pale face.
Unexpectedly, he had brought a German shepherd with him to this unsavory affair.
Hammerson stepped forward with the dog, ignoring the bearded man.
It was clear that Hammerson didn’t think much of the bearded man, although the latter had been so cocky a moment earlier.
“Mr. Smith, do you think yourself clever? There are so many things you can do in this country, as long as you have money. For example…” Hammerson waved his hand.
A gorgeous woman with a baby was dragged in by two men in black combat uniforms.
The moment he saw the woman, Smith’s eyes widened and he struggled violently.
Hammerson chuckled.
The bearded man also started laughing out loud. “Oh, Smith, look at you now. How humiliating.”
Hammerson waved his hand and stopped the bearded man. “Alright, since Mr. Smith wants to play the knight, let him watch the person he was protecting die. That will be the perfect ending.”
Hearing that, Luke knew that this Hammerson was scum as well.
The bearded man smiled maliciously. “As you wish.” Saying that, he raised his pistol.
Bang! Bang!
After two gunshots, everybody was stunned.
Miss Donna and the baby in her arms were safe and sound.
The bearded man, however, screamed. His arms dangled at his sides, a bloody hole in each of his shoulders.
It was he who had been shot.
The four men in black combat uniforms that had come with Hammerson immediately raised their guns.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
They fell at the same time before they were able to spread out. They were all shot in the chest and the head.
The bearded man’s four trusted subordinates finally came back to themselves, and protected him as they ran out of the factory.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out once again.
The loyal lackeys of the bearded man finally ran out of luck. They collapsed, as blood sprayed from their chests and heads.
Smith had the keenest senses although he was heavily wounded.
Almost the instant the gunshots rang out, he raised his head and saw someone lurking in the shadows.
Hammerson, this weak pansy, looked around in fright and shouted, “Who is it?”
He had barely yelled the words, when a wooden stick flew out and hit him in the head.
Hammerson’s eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Gritting his teeth, the bearded man roared, “Who are you? What do you want? Money? We can give you a huge amount of money.”
Luke curled his lip.
People like this always liked to use money as a last ditch attempt.
While it worked most of the time, it was useless for a man who had a system.
Bang! Bang!
The bearded man screamed again, as a bloody bullet hole in each of his legs.
Smith didn’t say anything. He simply stared at the person high up in the shadows, his eyes flashing.
Under his gaze, the person unhurriedly reloaded his gun and then casually tossed the Glock down to him.
Narrowing his eyes, Smith said to Donna, who was still stunned, “Come here and untie me.”
Donna, who was holding the baby, jerked out of her stupor. She looked around and took a dagger from one of the men who had just fallen.
Less than a minute later, Smith got up. Rubbing his numb arms and legs, he asked, “What do you want?”
The person didn’t speak. He merely pointed at the bearded man and the unconscious Hammerson, before he drew a finger across his throat.
