Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 423

Chapter 423: I’ve Fallen For You

“No, I’m not.” Jeff hurriedly denied it.

“You’re from HR…” The fatty cursed.

“You’re wrong.” Jeff didn’t give up.

“You said that I had suicidal tendencies and clinical depression, and you consoled me with your so-called trust game.” The short fatty was very confident.

Jeff quickly shook his head. “No, you don’t look like you have depression…”

“And this goddamn MBI stress ball! It’s absolutely useless!” the short fatty roared.

He threw the stress ball away. “You’re fake. This is a trap. Plan B. Call the chopper.”

Selina was lost for words. “It seems that being too good at talking isn’t a good thing. Should we make a move?”

“Wait a minute.” Luke frowned and listened in on Tim.

“Bait exposed. Requesting an immediate backup-and-rescue,” Tim said into a walkie-talkie.

A moment later, he couldn’t have looked more awful.

Staring at him for a moment, Natalie replied into the walkie-talkie, “Copy that. Retreating.”

“Are we really giving up on them?” Tim hesitated.

Smiling, Natalie grabbed her gun and said, “Of course not. They’re nice neighbors, aren’t they?”

Tim smiled as well. Both of them swiftly headed downstairs.

Luke rolled his eyes; he knew that none of the special agent organizations could be trusted.

He had never wanted to enter agencies like the FBI or CIA precisely because of something like this.

Without enough power and influence, even if he was recruited, he would only end up doing the dirty work and would be abandoned without any hesitation once he was exposed.

What could he do then? Use his abilities to go on a killing spree, or wait to be resurrected after he was killed?

Either choice would have dire consequences, and he didn’t like either of them.

While thinking, Luke said, “Selina, get ready to back Tim up. Tim and Natalie’s reinforcements have already withdrawn from the hotel.”

Selina remarked, “…These reinforcements are really quick to respond.”

Were they betraying their teammates? No, because Jeff and Karen weren’t their teammates at all.

Those two were just bait. Losing bait was always inevitable when fishing.

At that moment, Jeff and Karen had been pressed down onto the couch.

On the other side, the short fatty was speaking to one of his accomplices.

Frowning, Jeff thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “Bruce?”

The short fatty subconsciously turned around. “Huh? You’re talking to me?”

Jeff was even more certain. “I remember your name now! Bruce! Bruce Springstyle.”

The short fatty shook his head awkwardly. “No, you’re mistaken.”

Jeff, however, was quite confident. “I remember now. I was the one who had to deal with your parking space issue. Is that why you turned to crime? Over a parking space?”

The short fatty flew into a rage. “Enough! Shut up! What do you think this place is? A talk show stage?”

In the room, the short fatty’s subordinates and accomplices had strange expressions on their faces.

One of his female accomplices couldn’t help but ask, “Your name… is Springstyle?”

Her curiosity was understandable.

It was like someone suddenly learning that Schwarzenegger or Stallone’s real name was Puppy.

The short fatty shouted furiously, “Yes, got a problem?”

Another accomplice interjected, “Is that why you told us to call you Tyrannosaur?”

The short fatty said, “Of course people in our line of work must have a nickname that can’t be linked back to them. What other reason is there?”

Everybody’s expressions were strange.

The short fatty, Bruce, suddenly turned around and pointed at Jeff. “Also, that parking space thing wasn’t fair at all, alright?!”

Everybody was lost for words. …So, you did become a criminal over nothing more than a parking space?

As if someone had poked at his sore spot, Bruce roared, “I worked three years for them. Three years! And they still told me to park in Section D, which is on the other side of the road! Every time I went to or got off work, I had to cross that… what do you call it?”

“The pedestrian bridge,” Jeff prompted on the dot; too many employees had come running to him to complain about the same matter.

“That’s right! When you cross the goddamn pedestrian bridge, you sweat when it’s hot, get dusty when it’s windy, and get drenched when it rains! I had to f*cking enjoy that for three years! I must thank you!” In his fury, Bruce was already taking his gun out.

Jeff hurriedly reminded him, “Wait! I wasn’t the one who assigned you your parking space! I’ve been parking my car in Section D for twelve years myself!”

Bruce choked for a moment, but came back to himself and raised his gun again. “I’m not a useless lying HR bastard like you! I don’t care how long you’ve parked in Section D!”

Crash!

The door was suddenly pushed open, interrupting this farce.

Monitoring the room from across the street, Selina couldn’t help but ask, “Luke, are you sure that Tim and Natalie are there to save Jeff and Karen?”

Luke looked at the image on his fake phone that was being streamed from the camera which he had just set up outside the window. “Maybe this is their backup plan?”

“To get themselves caught?” Selina complained, “You better not use a plan like this in the future.”

Luke was amused. “Okay, get ready to move.”

Inside, Jeff looked at Tim in surprise. “Where’s the backup?”

“There’s no backup.” Tim smiled bitterly.

Jeff said, “What? Didn’t you say that the worst outcome would be backup breaking in and blowing this place up?”

Natalie said, “That’s the worst outcome for them. They don’t really care about collateral damage.”

“Collateral damage?” Jeff and Karen were stunned.

Bruce chuckled and said, “See? That’s a classic lie by omission. Okay, Bruno, put down the plastic sheet. I still want the hotel to give me back my deposit later.”

“Wait!” someone shouted.

Bruce was annoyed. “Hey! Why is everybody interrupting me?”

It was Karen who had shouted, a pleading expression on her face. “Natalie, after we tried on lingerie together last time, I realized that I’ve fallen for you.”

Everybody: “…”

Jeff and Tim: “…”

Confused, Bruce looked at Tim.

This person couldn’t be called “Natalie,” let alone enter the fitting room for ladies.

“Are you talking to her?” He looked at Natalie, who was next to Tim, and then at Karen again.

Karen nodded. “Can you let me say my last words?”

“Okay, go on.” Bruce nodded involuntarily as he glanced between the two extremely unique women.