Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 670

Chapter 670 Old Farmer Is Online, and the Start of the Harvest

If they divulged information about those people, they would definitely die if they were tracked down.

But what could the kids’ leader do?

If he hadn’t said anything earlier, he would already be dead.

Of course, the kids didn’t know that Luke had never planned to kill them.

His words and methods, coupled with Mental Communication, were a trick to make them believe him so that he could extort a confession.

Luke had killed many bad guys, but none of them were children.

The kids in the woods might be twisted, but nobody cared that they were sleeping in the wild at such a young age; it was clear that they didn’t have good childhoods.

If they didn’t cheat and steal, were they supposed to be hardworking and self-reliant teenagers?

It wasn’t easy for children who lacked moral education and capabilities to survive. These kids didn’t look like Slovakians, either. Some of them clearly had mixed blood, which was probably why nobody had taken charge of them.

Another reason might be the town itself.

Luke rode his bike in the direction that the kid had pointed out. He found a river that passed the city and followed it east.

There was an abandoned factory on the east side of the town.

It wasn’t hard for him to find the place as there were armed guards on the surrounding high walls.

Most of the time, to protect a secret, you had to reveal something.

Luke remained seated on the motorbike as the drone in the night sky automatically filmed the factory from every angle.

It was an abandoned factory, and looking through the windows, it was empty except for some construction waste. There were, however, a few luxury cars and a small helicopter parked in a hangar in the factory compound, which meant that this place wasn’t as desolate as it looked.

The drone circled the factory three times, and a simple 3D model marked with red and yellow dots was produced.

Each red dot was a guard, and a yellow dot was a surveillance camera.

There were around eight guards, but this was just the night shift; there might still be a number of them who were resting.

The surveillance cameras were all set up in important locations.

The surveillance cameras didn’t cover the entire factory, but it would be very hard to enter the factory directly.

Pondering for a moment, Luke put the motorbike away and took out a half-complete set of armor from his inventory.

Placing the flat, white box-like armor on his back, he adjusted the straps and commanded in a low voice, “White Wolf Armor, activate.”

With a soft crack, plates of collapsible armor shot out of the white box on his back to quickly cover his entire body.

Luke shook his head slightly.

Part of the collapsible technology for this thing came from the Predator’s equipment and had a so-so effect.

But he could only make do with this for now. He could slowly improve it later; it wasn’t like Tony built a mature Ironman suit in a day.

Luke’s thoughts turned from the new armor to the factory in front of him. He had cleaned out so many criminal nests that it was now a walk in the park for him.

This factory’s only strong point was that the surveillance cameras here were a little better.

Back in Paris, Luke had to buy secondhand parts and assemble tools on the spot. Now, however, he had all sorts of equipment which he had prepared beforehand.

Also, this wasn’t Paris.

Slovakia had a small population to begin with, and there were even fewer people in a small town like this. There probably weren’t many police officers, and it was very possible that they were in cahoots with the people in this hideout.

It wouldn’t be easy for the police to detect movement in this abandoned factory, and even if they did, they might not care.

This was Luke’s favorite environment.

It was quiet and isolated, and wouldn’t draw any interference from the authorities.

At that moment, Luke was done adjusting his mind frame, like an old farmer about to harvest his crops — cold and highly efficient. He stayed out of range of a surveillance camera on the high wall. After fiddling with it for a while from the side, he accessed the surveillance feed with his own wiretap.

Using the enemy’s eyes and ears to provide him with information was the easiest and quickest choice.

Rolling a hard candy around in his mouth, he quickly operated his laptop.

Tony Stark was someone who could hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.’s system.

Although his technology would only make rapid progress in a few years, this surveillance system wasn’t S.H.I.E.L.D.’s system. Unbeknownst to anyone in the factory, Luke began to receive the surveillance footage.

He frowned just a moment later.

Even though he had always told himself he had to be cool-headed and efficient when he did things, and to not be too emotional, he still let out some killing intent at that moment.

This wasn’t what he had expected, nor was it the same as the women-trafficking gang in Paris.

From the surveillance footage, he was able to more or less determine the truth of the situation.

Luke narrowed his eyes.

Were regular drug dealers bad? They were really bad; they would do anything for money. But some of the gangs which Luke had run into were far more disgusting than regular drug dealers.

For example, the auction house in Paris, Wolfkyle’s hunting club, and the Elsworth family’s luxury sports car club,

That was because they treated people like animals and used them as tools for their own enjoyment.

Those people weren’t doing it for money; they were simply venting their twisted, beastly natures.

This abandoned factory was the same.

The bloody scenes in the surveillance footage could give ordinary people nightmares for the rest of their lives.

Luke, however, gradually calmed down.

It wasn’t worth getting angry over these people who were doomed to die.

However, he finally found his target this time — Miss Beth.

Two of Miss Beth’s classmates were also here.

Looking at how they were being treated, however, Luke felt that they were on the verge of being sent to the slaughterhouse. After thinking for a moment, Luke worked on the laptop for a while longer before he put it away, and then jumped.

In the dark night, a white shadow went over the high wall. With a light swing of the longswords in Luke’s hands, two guards on the high wall collapsed.

Luke didn’t slow down at all as he crouched down on the high wall and turned into a faint white shadow which charged at two patrol guards who were turning around.

The two guards didn’t sense him at all. The blades swiped across their necks and instantly cut through bone and their windpipes, paralyzing them but not killing them instantly.

Two guards on the high wall at the back of the factory were still smoking and chatting. “That woman this time looks so old. She actually thinks I would be interested in her?”

“Come on, it’s not that we don’t have the time. You’ll take any sort of rotten goods.”

“Get lost. I don’t have that kind of taste…”

Their conversation grounded to a sudden stop, their eyes wide open as they leaned against the railing on the high wall.

Luke rolled over and went to the other side of the factory to stand in a dark corner.

Several seconds later, two guards walked around a corner as they surveyed the surrounding high wall.

Two dark shadows flashed past their necks, and Luke turned around and left.