Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 486
Chapter 486 The Best Hitman Never Loses
“Just a minute, these are my targets,” said the man in a low voice.
Luke shrugged. “Sorry, but they’re my targets too. So… let’s see who’s faster.”
He then opened a door and charged in. After the sound of two thumps, he came back out.
The man was angry. “Are you stealing my job?” He drew a long sword from his back and ran into another room.
There were two faint, whistling sounds before he came out, the long sword dripping with blood. “I can do it too.”
Luke glanced at him and opened the door to the next room. Thump! Thump! The man flew into a rage. “Fine! Let’s do this!”
He went into the next room and the long sword whistled again.
In less than two minutes, they cleared the rooms on the third floor.
The third floor was sort of a dormitory. Most of the rooms had more than one tenant.
The man was quite proud of himself. “Thirteen to twelve. I only need one more kill. What will… f*ck! Don’t run!”
While the man was talking, Luke had jumped down to the second floor and killed two criminals who were standing guard.
The man chased after him and involuntarily split the rooms between them, each taking care of half.
In the end, they finished at almost the same time.
The man said, “Haha, we’re even. Twenty to twenty.”
Luke shrugged. It was because there had been three fewer people in the rooms on his side, not because he was slower.
Besides, he wasn’t going all out, which wasn’t necessary.
It was a lively night.
His plan to create another major missing person case wasn’t going to work anymore.
As the man rambled on, Luke jumped down to the first floor and threw the baseball bat at a criminal, sending him flying.
The man glared. “You think you’re the only one who can throw a weapon? I can do it too.”
Swoosh!
He hurled his long sword and nailed another criminal to the wall.
Amused, Luke grabbed a table knife from the table and flicked his wrist.
Swoosh!
A criminal who was watching TV and had turned around when he heard the noise was pierced in the forehead and fell.
The man was stunned. “Ah, you…”
Luke picked up another table knife.
Swoosh!
Another criminal got up and had opened his mouth to yell as he reached for his gun, when the knife stabbed him in the throat.
“That’s cheating!” The man was outraged. “How can you use a table knife?’
Luke spread his hands to indicate that he didn’t care what the other man thought.
Gritting his teeth, the man drew out his gun.
Bam! Bam!
Two criminals who had craned their necks to see what was going on got their heads blown up.
“Another tie!” The man looked at him provokingly. “Who told you to cheat? Wasn’t a cold weapon contest good?”
Shaking his head, Luke drew out the guns from the holsters on his thighs.
Everybody in and outside the building had heard the gunshots. This was destined to be a huge night. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Luke opened fire with both guns, killing two criminals who just opened the door.
The man was shocked. “How can you use two guns? I’m only using one gun.”
He only had one gun and one long sword on him, which were enough for a regular mission.
But it was a pain in the ass now, because Luke had two guns that were firing rapidly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two criminals who had crowded around a window to look into the hallway collapsed.
Tilting his head, Luke looked at the man not far away and suddenly raised four fingers.
The man gnashed his teeth. “You cheater! Ahhh!”
Roaring, he charged forward and grabbed a gun off a dead criminal, before crashing into the hallway glass window and out into the yard.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Ahhhhhhhh!
Intense gunfire rang out as the man went on a killing spree with two guns outside the building, shooting every criminal who had come running over after hearing the gunshots.
Amused, Luke also dashed outside and competed for experience and credit.
The man’s yells could be heard every now and then in the yard. “Twenty-eight to thirty. I’m catching up.”
“Thirty-two to thirty-three. I only need one more kill.”
“Damn it. Thirty-five to thirty-six.”
In less than two minutes, all the guards outside were eliminated.
In high spirits, Luke put his guns back into the holsters and looked at the man who was swearing not far away.
“Damn it! Why isn’t there anybody else? Doesn’t Black Bones have a lot of people? Why did you all die so easily? You bunch of trash ahhhh!” He grabbed the neck of a criminal whose head he had already blown up and shook the body wildly. Unhurriedly, Luke took out his fake phone, typed something, and played it. “Forty to forty-one.”
The man yelled in denial and jumped to his feet. “I won’t admit defeat that easily.” With that, he suddenly took a running leap, grabbed a corner of the second floor, and started to climb upward.
Ten seconds later, there was the sound of a gunshot from the fourth floor, and the window was flung open.
The boss’s head had a bullet hole in it when it was pushed outside the window.
The man in the powder-blue T-shirt and big mask who had a hand on the head laughed uproariously. “Haha! Forty-one to forty-one! It’s a tie! I’m the best hitman, I never fail.”
Lost for words, Luke typed something on his phone and played it again. “Let me remind you, you just promised me that we would split the money in his secret account.”
It was suddenly quiet at the window on the fourth floor. A moment later, the boss’s body was thrown back inside and the man clutched his own head. “Damn it! I forgot! That’s a lot of money.”
Smiling, Luke typed something and played it. “That’s right. You owe me a huge amount of money now, Mr. Best Hitman.”Full of despair, the man fell to his knees in front of the window. “God, why did I compete with you? Isn’t money the most important thing?”
Suddenly, he lifted his head and placed his hands on the windowsill. Slowly sticking his head out, he glared at Luke down below aggrievedly. “Are you the devil? Why did you compete with me?”
Luke shrugged and typed: “I never said anything about a competition; that was all you.”
The man choked. Recalling what happened just now, he realized… he was the one who turned it into a kill contest; this guy had only said that he wanted to clean up the criminals.
Was he the problem? No! The one that was wrong was definitely this world! The man muttered to himself.
“Mr. Best Hitman, you won’t renege on our deal, right?” Luke played what he had just typed.
Conflicted, the man stuck his head out again. “What do you mean?”
“There’s at least a million in the boss’s secret account. According to our deal, half of that is mine. Now, can you give me the money?” Luke played his words.
