Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 522

Chapter 522 The Black Man’s Interception, and Hernan’s Fall
The man in gray showed no intention to dodge. He simply launched a hook with his other fist as well.

Dominic managed to move his head at the last moment. His hook hit the man in the head, but the man hit his shoulder.

Instantly, Dominic’s shoulder cracked, and his face changed abruptly. He yelled in pain and fell to the side.

Pale, Brian stopped dodging and kicked the man in gray.

The man in gray still didn’t dodge. He simply let Brian kick him in the stomach, before he grabbed Brian’s ankle and hurled him several meters away. “Useless! All of you are useless! You can only drive! You know nothing about fighting!” the man in gray roared and pounded his chest.

Then, there were the sounds of revving engines drawing closer once again.

The man in gray turned his head and saw two cars speeding over from the end of the bridge, the black Mustang in front far in the lead.

He turned back disdainfully. “The same trick again. What can you do except hit people with your car? Younger brother, take care of it.”

On the other side, the other man in gray who was holding Hernan got up. “Boss, you wait here while we take care of them.”

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Hernan could barely talk at that moment.

Unlike the two brothers, he had lived like a prince for years, and was dizzy and ached all over after rolling over the road just now.

But the man in gray who protected him had taken most of the impact, so despite how much he hurt, Hernan wasn’t badly injured.

This man walked out to face the two cars that just appeared as he grumbled, “I’m the elder brother here. You’re the younger brother, got

it?”

The man in gray who was beating up Dominic and Brian laughed. “Then let’s have a contest. Whoever gets blown further back is the elder brother.”

The other man in gray quickly agreed. “Okay!” Hernan, who was still in pain, didn’t know what to say. What the f*ck, shouldn’t the one blown back a shorter distance be the stronger one? Do you think that this is the shot-put?

The man in gray on this end had started running with the exact same posture as the first man in gray who had been hit by Brian’s

Dodge.

Bending low and covering his face with his hands, he dashed forward.

The black Mustang quickly approached the man in gray from the end of the bridge.

A gun was stuck out of the driver’s window, but the man in gray ignored it and kept running

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The man in gray jerked but ran on. However, the collision he was anticipating didn’t happen. The engine whooshed past him.

All he heard a faint, mocking remark. “This is my new car!”

Puzzled, the man in gray put his hands down and turned around.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The man in gray jerked and was motionless for a moment, before he fell over dead.

On the other side, the man in gray who was busy beating up Dominic and Brian didn’t notice what had happened.

Hernan noticed, but it was too late to say anything The Mustang braked hard and began to turn.

The man in gray couldn’t help but turn his head, only to see the Mustang spin and drift past him with the driver’s door open.

A man stepped out and strode over with a pistol in his hand.

The Mustang behind him was still spinning forward, and the back of the car missed clipping the man by just a few, narrow centimeters. Eventually, the car stopped eight meters away as it faced the direction of Niteroi City.

Bang! Bang!

Seeing the stranger raise his gun, the man in gray subconsciously covered his face, and his arms took the hit.

Bang! Bang!

He continued to cover his head with his arms.

This was their most common counter against guns.

Bang! Bang!

But when he felt the impact on his arms this time, he suddenly felt something tighten around him. Looking down, he saw what appeared to be a rope around him.

However, the rope was as thick as fingers and had a metallic luster to it; it was a steel cable.

Before his slow brain could figure out what was going on, more of the cable was wound around him until he was completely tied up like a dumpling

A figure then darted behind him and kicked him in the butt before stepping on his back and moving quickly.

The man in gray finally realized what was going on. He roared furiously and struggled.

Unfortunately, however strong he was, he couldn’t break the steel cable.

It was wrapped around him so tightly that it was impossible for him to exert his strength.

After trussing the man up, Luke said “bingo” to himself. Basic Roping was certainly worth it!

Naturally, he was the person who had joined the battle in the black Mustang.

After witnessing the two gray men’s performance, he knew that they were probably Hernan’s trump cards.

They could withstand bullets and cars going at over a hundred kph without being killed. They couldn’t be normal.

This capability was too much for Dominic and Brian to handle.

Dominic and Brian weren’t stupid; it was just that they didn’t have all the facts.

If they had driven off, it would’ve been impossible for the two men in gray to catch them.

Or they could’ve crushed the two men in gray repetitively with the armored truck; Luke didn’t think that the men could survive that.

But Luke, who had been observing the battle with his drones, had discovered that the two men’s weakness was their eyes. When they covered their faces, they were actually protecting their eyes.

Also, the two men in gray weren’t very nimble.

After entering the battlefield, Luke quickly shot the first man’s head through his eyes, before he tied up the second man with a steel cable.

After dealing with the two extraordinary opponents, Luke threw out another rope and caught Hernan, who was trying to slip away, and hauled the man back.

Tying this bigshot up in much the same way, Luke dragged them over to his Mustang, one captive in each hand.

He stuffed the man in gray into the trunk and threw Hernan into the backseat.

Then, the black Mustang roared and drove straight to Niteroi.

From the moment the first man in gray was killed, to the second man and Hernan being caught and taken away, no more than twenty seconds had passed.

Dominic and Brian, who struggled back to their feet, looked at each other in bewilderment. What the hell happened? Who was that 1.9-meter-tall black man just now? Why did he help them?

Brian didn’t dwell too much on it. Grabbing Dominic’s right arm, he pulled, twisted and shoved it back in place. There was a crack, and Dominic gave a loud yell, but his expression relaxed after that.

His right shoulder, which had been dislocated in the battle, had been popped back in.

Dominic rubbed his sore shoulder and said, “Thanks.”

It was not until that moment that the second car, a Toyota, reached them. Han was driving the car, and Vincent waved wildly at them, an AK in his hand. “Hurry up and get on, the police are coming.”