Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 690
Chapter 690: Partners
Luke didn’t kill the mercenaries.
This was a square full of people, and the dead could easily traumatize children.
After four shots, the Harley Fat Boy veered to the side and left the mercenary screaming outside the car to attract curious passers-by.
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“You know what? I told her today that I forgave her.”
“Hey, not many women want to be forgiven. They’ll think that they were the ones who made the mistake.”
The chatterbox duo continued to bicker.
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Luke hummed a tune as he pulled the trigger. “I want to know what love is, I want you to show me…”
Pu! Pu!
Two mercenaries who were sitting down were shot from behind, and they screamed as they clutched their butts.
The Fat Boy sped up and approached an SUV.
Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!
The two mercenaries who had just opened the car doors after getting news of an attack were sent rolling back into the car, and the driver was also shot.
The other black SUV started up. The mercenaries in it clearly planned to move to reduce the chances of being attacked.
Luke blew up the rear wheel on one side of the SUV with two gunshots, and the car swerved and broke through the railing, falling into the river.
Looking at the three mercenaries who were struggling to climb out of the car, Luke shot them in the shoulder.
The three unlucky bastards screamed and took huge gulps of yellowish-green water before they struggled to the surface once again.
Some helpful people were going to rescue them, but they saw the three people waving their guns.
The enthusiastic people immediately scattered, and many of them took out their phones to call the police.
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“Yes, I want to forget about Kurosawa…”
“What? Wait, which Kurosawa?”
“Takashi Kurosawa, my client. Roussel leaked his schedule and got him ambushed and assassinated…”
“Uh~ hahahaha!”
“What’s so funny?”
“Hahahaha, I was the one who killed Kurosawa. It was at the airport, right? He wasn’t my target, but your Land Rover was too eye-catching. I just happened to look and recognized that arms dealer, so I shot him.”
“What?”
“From three hundred meters away, through a window the size of a C-cup. Bang! Because of that shot, I made another fortune. I thought you knew I killed him!”
The chatterbox duo was still bickering.
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Luke burst out laughing.
What was the most tragic story in the world?
For Michael, he had always thought that he was the victim, but in the end, he found out that he had maligned his hot girlfriend, and his money, career and girls all went up in smoke.
Luke, who was laughing too hard, had to adjust himself for a moment before the Harley caught up with an SUV that was circling the square.
Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!
The mercenaries in the SUV screamed as they were shot.
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“Ouch! Why did you slap me?” a certain black baldie yelled.
“Let’s split up!” a certain bodyguard roared.
The chatterbox duo ended their bickering.
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At that moment, the square was finally a little chaotic.
Luke had taken down more than twenty mercenaries in one go.
He hadn’t killed anyone, but they had all been shot. At their screams, the people around them noticed that they were bleeding, and that some had guns on them. The enthusiastic crowd immediately notified the police, and the more cowardly ones ran off with their friends, yelling for the others to leave.
Both the mercenaries and Interpol knew that Kincaid was very good to his wife and wouldn’t abandon her.
Thus, both parties had deployed men near the detention center, waiting for the black baldie to rescue his wife.
Now that Luke had stepped in, the mercenaries were exposed to Interpol.
The mercenaries who had been shot by a certain someone found it difficult to escape, and were all caught by Interpol.
However, Michael was too angry to care about that. He left the clock tower and sat down at an outdoor bar not far away.
“Give me two glasses of vodka!
“Do you know how hard I worked? I laid out everything because I didn’t want to make a single mistake. In the end, I was ruined by that damn bullet and by a window as big as a C-cup.” Gritting his teeth, Michael’s hands that were the size of C-cups themselves twitched as if he wanted to crush something.
The bartender subconsciously drew back and covered his chest with his hands.
It wasn’t uncommon for drunkards to attack a man’s chest! This was the Netherlands, and Amsterdam!
A man harassing a man was an offense recognized by the law.
Luke was a little helpless when he looked at the surrounding mercenaries who couldn’t wait any longer. “How many people did Dukhovich hire to silence him? There are more than fifty of them.”
Even though he had already taken down more than thirty mercenaries, there were still a number of them who approached after Kincaid left the clock tower.
Forget it, let’s go with simple and crude! In any case, Dukhovich and Kincaid would bear the responsibility. Luke made the easiest decision.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Luke had just made up his mind, when an impatient mercenary opened fire at Kincaid, who was ten meters away.
Mercenaries like you with no technique at all are the worst! Muttering to himself, Luke fired again.
This brutish mercenary was easily dealt with.
But as soon as the simple and crude battle began, the square was thrown into chaos.
Several mercenaries who were still closing in didn’t bother to hide anymore. They took out their guns and fired at Kincaid.
The sudden burst of gunfire frightened the people in the square. Some of them ran around, some hid behind cover, and some yelled for the police.
Police sirens rang everywhere.
Interpol and the police in Amsterdam already had a contingency plan and promptly put it into action.
Unfortunately, they weren’t as good as the mercenaries. Two of their cars had barely arrived, when the mercenaries smashed the windows and caused them to crash on the roadside.
Kincaid fled with four or five mercenaries hot on his tail.
He was good at shooting, but he couldn’t stop the enemy from opening fire twenty to thirty meters away. At this distance, it would be hard for him to use his pistol against the enemy.
The old man bent down and scuttled off. He never hesitated when he had to lay low for a bit.
Using all sorts of cover, he ran more than ten meters and jumped onto a speedboat on the river. He said, “Sorry,” and dragged the driver to shore. He then stepped on the gas pedal and the speedboat rushed out.
Kincaid had killed countless people, but he never killed innocent people, and he certainly didn’t want to start a fight in this crowded square.
He might be worried about the people in the square, but the mercenaries weren’t.
The speedboat kicked up massive amounts of white foam on the river and sped off.
Many of the rivers in Amsterdam were small canals that were more than ten meters wide. The speedboat wasn’t fast and couldn’t completely avoid the gunfire from the road.
When the mercenaries realized that Kincaid had slipped away, they didn’t give up, and chased after him.
