Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 466
Chapter 466 It’s Showtime and Grenade 80
There were only two people left in the armoury.
Sorting out the ammo and equipment with their backs to the door, they didn’t notice that an enemy had snuck in.
This was the central zone in the stronghold and all around them were their people. They never expected anybody to infiltrate this place.
Luke walked over and took them out with a punch to the back of the head each.
He then made straight for his target.
He wasn’t interested in the ammo; he had more than enough. He was slightly tempted by the full ammo belts, but there was no need to take them now.
He quickly lifted the lids of several boxes. After verifying the equipment inside, he stored the boxes in his inventory. He didn’t let go of the two RPGs and the missiles either.
He had never bought these before, for the same reason he had never used machine guns: He had never needed them.
Naturally, he was just picking these up in passing
He was very fast. Two minutes after sneaking in, he had cleaned up everything that he was interested in.
He then stuffed the bodies of the two dead criminals into two empty boxes, closed them, and put two boxes of bullets on top.
Nobody would discover the bodies any time soon, which would buy Luke more time on this operation.
Slipping out of the concrete building, he made his way to his next target.
It was a building at one o’clock in the complex. There wasn’t anything particularly special about it; conversely, it was very unremarkable.
This building was neither an important part of the defense nor was it on the perimeter. It was a little out of the way and closer to the weed fields outside.
Sneaking over to the building, Luke threw out the rope dart and reeled in a guard before he killed him.
Then, taking out raw materials from his inventory, he swiftly put together ad hoc weapons.
He had obtained these materials from Dito’s manor earlier precisely for use in the plantation.
Since he had everything, he finished very quickly.
Stashing more than half of his handmade weapons into his inventory, Luke picked up the dozen that were left and walked to the back of the building.
This was a blind spot in the stronghold which had been guarded by the criminal that Luke had just killed. Naturally, there was nobody here.
Placing his handmade weapons in front of him, Luke took a deep breath. He then picked one up, pulled the ring on the grenade and hurled it.
He swiftly lobbed the dozen handmade grenades at a rate of two per second.
He used quite a lot of strength and threw them up to an astonishing height. As a result, the handmade weapons flew far out into the weed fields.
When Luke tossed them out, a criminal standing guard in front of a building a little further out in front of Luke suddenly sensed that something wasn’t right and subconsciously raised his head. “Why do I feel like something just flew over our heads?”
Another criminal looked around. “Where?”
But the handmade grenades had already flown past and were falling toward the weed fields outside the stronghold. There was nothing to see.
The two men had barely spoken when there was a loud bang as the first handmade grenade that was still in the air exploded.
The explosion sent out flames to create a fiery shower which covered a range of over ten square meters.
A series of explosions then rang out in the air above the weed fields outside as a shower of flames quickly spread out.
The two criminals were dumbfounded.
At the first explosion, everybody in the stronghold subconsciously fell silent.
They then opened their mouths at the same time, some asking questions and some shouting. The entire place was a mess.
Selina said, “Martin and Roger have finished off the criminals blocking them and are racing over to the stronghold.”
Luke chuckled inwardly. This was Martin’s chance.
It would be suicide for Martin to attack a defense line of three hundred people, even if they were all amateurs.
US troops who fought overseas often said that they had the absolute advantage in the first ten minutes of an engagement; the situation after that depended on who had the greater number of people.
The meaning was clear: In a battle, being outnumbered was deadly after a long period of time.
Firepower and personal capabilities could help soldiers gain the upper hand over superior numbers in a short period of time, but even the best soldiers wouldn’t be able to deal with a constant flow of enemies if things were drawn out.
Of course, this largely referred to field missions, like in Baghdad or Afghanistan.
Luke had snuck in secretly precisely to create chaos.
He was now far stronger than a normal person, but he couldn’t show himself if he wanted to take care of Dito’s group of criminals smoothly.
Even with Elementary Self-Healing and a bulletproof vest, a few hundred bullets hitting him would still hurt.
Sure enough, Martin hadn’t given up on getting revenge. Since he was still on the attack, there was a lot more room for Luke to act.
As he pondered, he took out a box of grenades from his inventory and weighed one of them in his hand. “Once they’re outside the stronghold, tell me the distance and range.”
Selina said, “They’ll reach the main gate in a minute.” This gave Luke a buffer to get ready.
One minute passed quickly.
“Martin and Roger have stopped the car. For the time being, they’re not going in,” Selina alerted Luke.
Luke chuckled. “It’s Showtime.”
Saying that, he pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it at the main gate.
Once he started, he didn’t stop.
At a frequency of two grenades per second, he emptied the box and aimed the grenades at various spots close to the main gate.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
80! 80! 80! 80! Luke couldn’t help chanting in his heart.
Explosions rang out one after another and burning shrapnel was sent flying everywhere, severely wounding the criminals who were gathered around the gate. Luke had now turned into a human grenade launcher. He threw the grenades accurately at wherever the criminals were gathered. Wretched cries for help rang out inside the stronghold.
Many criminals were killed and still more were heavily wounded. Because of their injuries, they could only scream and cry for help.
All the criminals in the stronghold were panic-stricken. Had they been surrounded by the Mexican military? Was this a raid?!
Luke was too fast and precise at lobbing the grenades as explosions rang out close to the main gate one after another.
It was such horrifying momentum that these amateur criminals were under the illusion that they were surrounded.
Luke had no time to bother with them. His show had only just begun.
Throwing out twenty grenades in a row, he leisurely surveyed the activity inside the stronghold.
A lot of people were now running helter-skelter near the front gate even though they didn’t know why they were running.
Many criminals on the perimeter were already opening fire towards the outside of the stronghold. They completely didn’t realize that the attack had come from within.
Luke soon shifted his attention away from the main gate.
The fellows there were already frightened stiff by the explosions and few of them dared to gather together any longer.
