Super Detective In The Fictional World Chapter 260
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Chapter 260 The Mastermind and His Muscle
Selina rolled her eyes. “Hehe. Too late. Also, didn’t I run into that female shooter with Donald? And back in Shackelford, we clashed with those shooters from the Carlos family. There’s danger everywhere; when I’m with you, at least, I can grow stronger.”
After a brief silence, Luke nodded. “Fine, since you understand our current situation so well, let’s train for another half an hour. There’s still something wrong with your movements.”
Selina’s eyes bulged. “What?”
Luke said, “My demands are higher so that you can live longer.”
In the end, Luke had to carry Selina to the bathroom.
She was too exhausted to walk on her own, and could only tell Luke to draw a hot bath for her.
When Luke called her name again half an hour later, she didn’t respond.
Luke opened the bathroom door to find that Selina had already fallen asleep in the bathtub.
Shaking his head, Luke picked her up, wiped her down and dried her hair, before he put her in bed. Selina simply moaned and showed no sign of waking up.
Sitting on the bed and looking at Selina, who was sound asleep, Luke sighed and left.
He returned to his workshop after he left Selina’s bedroom.
Now, the sense of crisis he felt was stronger than ever.
He had run into two tricky extraordinary human beings one after another, and both had escaped. He had never been so scared of this world before.
He had to work hard if he didn’t want to become one of the unknown casualties on the news.
With his Strength and his Elementary Self-Healing, he only needed to sleep two hours a day.
Hence, he could work for an extra six hours each day, which was plenty of time for him to accomplish many things.
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The next morning, Luke made breakfast and woke Selina up. “Gorgeous, while you did a great job yesterday, you still have to go to work today.”
Selina threw a pillar at him angrily, but Luke grabbed it and threw it back. “Alright. There’s food waiting for you.”
As if a switch had been flipped, Selina bolted upright. “What food?”
Luke said, “Not breakfast, but dessert. However, need I remind you that I had to put you to bed last night?”
Selina quickly lay down and covered herself with the quilt. “Go away and close the door.”
Luke smiled and left.
After all the ice cream he had in the morning, he was feeling mellow and slow to anger.
A few minutes later, Selina came out. “What’s the food?”
Luke was having breakfast. “I put it in the mini-fridge in our car.”
Selina asked, “What? There’s a fridge in our car?”
Luke said, “Yes, I installed it last night.”
Selina was lost for words. “You’re kidding.”
Half an hour later, Selina looked at the box-like object in the middle of the backseat, shocked. “Is that really a fridge?”
Luke shrugged. “There’s no space in the front, we can only put it in the back. Hey, you just had breakfast, didn’t you?”
Selina said, “I love how it tastes! Right, should you give Elsa some of this?”
Luke said, “If you’re willing. After all, what she eats is up to you.”
Selina thought for a moment before she nodded. “We should give her some.”
Luke reminded her, “She doesn’t have a fridge to keep the tiramisu.”
Selina said, “She can keep it with Dustin.”
Luke said, “I’m afraid that Dustin will finish it before she can. I packed the cupcakes you didn’t finish yesterday. You can give her that.”
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Selina: “…Fine.”
Just before they entered the police department, Elsa gave them a call. “Come to the boss’s office.”
They did as instructed.
Closing the door, Dustin said, “We made progress on last night’s case.”
Luke raised an eyebrow.
“Since ten SWAT agents died, the DEA finally shared some of their intelligence with us. Here’s the file on last night’s mysterious shooter. Take a look.” Dustin tossed a case file at them as he spoke.
Luke picked up the case file and read it himself instead of giving it to Selina.
He was truly curious about exactly who the shooter was!
Then, he saw a name – Wilson Grant Fisk.
It didn’t ring a bell.
A while later, he slowly raised his head. “Kingpin?”
Dustin said coldly, “That’s him.”
Frowning, Luke skimmed through the rest of the file and soon found the name of the mysterious shooter – Lester.
He shifted his gaze and saw another word: Bullseye.
Luke frowned. According to the file, Bullseye was Kingpin’s best fighter!
Luke had heard a thing or two about Kingpin before, but not very much. He only knew that the man was the leader of a major gang.
More information on Kingpin was listed in the case file.
The super big shot originally known as Wilson Grant Fisk and currently addressed as Kingpin was growing more and more powerful, and the FBI, DEA and IRS hadn’t been able to do anything about him.
Kingpin hid himself well and stayed behind the scenes to control his criminal group, which was getting bigger and bigger.
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He was mostly based in New York, but his influence was spreading throughout the country.
That was why he was revered as Kingpin by the gangsters, who all respected him as a ruler.
Quickly reading the rest of the file, Luke tossed it to Selina and looked at Dustin. “Boss, what’s the plan?”
After a brief silence, Dustin said, “There’s no plan. Kingpin isn’t Sergei. NYPD hasn’t been able to do anything about him for years. Do they think we can help them capture this guy?”
Luke nodded. He felt exactly the same way.
Kingpin was too powerful to be apprehended by ordinary people; even extraordinary human beings would hardly be able to take him down.
Bullseye alone could kill most of the people who approached him.
“What about Bullseye?” Luke asked.
Dustin shook his head. “It’s none of our business now. The FBI has taken the case.”
Luke said, “So, there’s nothing we need to do now?”
Dustin nodded. “I asked you to come here mainly to warn you that you should keep an eye out. After all, you were the only one to survive that exchange with Bullseye.”
Luke chuckled. “I’ll be prepared if he comes back for revenge.”
Dustin said, “Additionally, the FBI wants to talk to you about what happened last night. Director Brad agreed to the request, on the condition that they meet you in our police department.”
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