Chapter 641 Switching Identities, and Claire Calls for Help

In the light of the helicopters’ lamps, a black giant was holding a couple in both hands.

Both of them felt like they were in a scene from TV, where a criminal held innocent people hostage when they were cornered.

The young man stammered, “D- Dude, I can give you as much money as you want as long as you let me go.”

Luke: “…Your place just burnt to the ground.”

The young man: “I have my card with me. There’s still some money on it…”

“Wait, didn’t you say you have no money, which is why you’ve been using my card?” the girl couldn’t help but interject. Luke could see the veins throbbing on the girl’s head.

He turned his head to look at the young man. “You should give your money to your girlfriend.”

Serves you right for calling me a kidnapper! Luke murmured to himself as he ran off into the alley next to the building.

The couple were dazed for a moment. Remembering what Luke said before he left, the girl interrogated her boyfriend again. “Didn’t you say that you maxed out your card? Also, what did you say just now? Let ‘me’ go? Excuse me? You couldn’t even say ‘us’ when we’re running for our lives?”

The young man: “It was a lie. Were you tricked, too?”

The girl sneered. “He saved us and didn’t extort money from you at all. You were just so scared that you accidentally blabbed the truth, right?”

The young man blushed, but there was a guilty look in his eyes. Clearly, the girl had hit the nail on the head.

But they had barely started fighting, when two news vans screeched to a stop near them, and two groups of reporters got out and scrambled to interview them.

One of the female reporters was more decisive. “I’ll take the man and you take the woman! Let’s split them up! You don’t want the other channels to beat us to it, do you?”

The male reporter from another TV station quickly accepted the proposal. Early coverage meant higher views. At that moment, a lot of people were paying attention to the Black-Winged Angel.

Huh? What kind of nickname is Black-Winged Angel? Which dumbass came up with this? It sounds awful! Grumbling in his heart, the male reporter pulled the girl aside and offered her two hundred dollars for an interview.

Naturally, the girl accepted his offer.

Even if she didn’t, her shameless boyfriend would agree to that old lady reporter.

In the end, her boyfriend really agreed to be interviewed, and only for a hundred bucks.

Of course, the female reporter wasn’t really an old woman. She was just the typical mature working lady, and was only 29. On the other end, Luke was still being chased by a couple of helicopters. They were all professional paparazzi who had been following breaking news for decades and had excellent air and ground coordination.

The news vans arrived and stopped the couple, while the helicopters wasted no time following Luke.

Using the complicated terrain as cover, however, Luke soon got rid of them.

After helping another four patrol officers take care of a bunch of cornered armed drug dealers, the helicopters showed up again.

F*ck, you really are super paparazzi! Do you have Sharp Nose, too? Cursing inwardly, Luke gave up.

Batman was the biggest news that night; there was no way that the reporters would let him

go.

Luke hid among the buildings again.

The helicopters searched back and forth in the night sky but couldn’t find him at all.

Several minutes later, Luke spat as he crawled out of a sewer and cursed, “Sh*t! You paparazzi managed to do something which hundreds of armed criminals couldn’t! The scariest creatures in the world are bystanders!”

Ducking into a building nearby, he quickly took off his equipment, then sent a message to Selina. “Where are you now?”

Selina: “Redick Plaza in the central district.”

Luke: “A notif from PD?”

It was noisy on Selina’s end. “Yes. There was a dinner party on the top floor when the earthquake struck. All the participants are stuck there.”

As he put on his regular clothes, Luke said off-handedly, “They’re stuck, not dead. Why were we called in?”

Selina said moodily, “They’re bigshots, they can’t run down the stairs. The landing pad on the rooftop is also blocked by the metalwork falling over. PD now wants us to bring them down. I really don’t know what all that food these bigshots eat is for.”

Luke was amused. “It’s to power their brains to make more money.”

Selina wasn’t in the mood for jokes at the moment. “You better hurry up. Several people have already asked about you. I said you were helping out elsewhere.”

Luke changed clothes, jumped out a window, and started running. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

He was only a kilometer away from Redick Plaza. Five minutes was enough time for him to get there.

Making his way through alleys and buildings that didn’t have any surveillance cameras, Luke reached Redick Plaza three minutes later.

He put on his badge and was about to go in, when his phone rang. It was from Claire.

He wasn’t too nervous; nothing could possibly have happened to Claire.

When Selina came out, she had left Gold Nugget at home to protect Claire.

The dog’s symbiotic ability was a lifesaving skill, or Luke wouldn’t have taken it in at all.

As he moved, Luke picked up the call. “What’s

up?”

Claire: “Luke, are you okay?”

Luke smiled. “How can I not be okay? I didn’t even lose a single hair.”

Claire was relieved at first, but then asked nervously again, “Where are you?”

Luke: “At Redick Plaza downtown.”

Stunned for a moment, Claire then exhaled softly. “That’s great. Do you remember my friend Blake?”

Luke: “The one from the cheerleading contest, whose future stepfather is a super magnate?”

Claire: “That’s right! She’s in the underground parking lot in Redick Plaza. She said that she’s stuck in a passage that has collapsed. Can you get someone to…”

Luke: “Okay, I got it. Appearance, phone number!”

Claire: “Let me check.”

She quickly rattled off a number. “She’s eighteen. She’s very pretty, with black hair and grayish-blue eyes. They’re big and beautiful and look like a cat’s.”

Luke: “That’s all?” The description was pretty vague, but it was basically enough.

Claire: “Well… She’s at least an E-cup, and she has beautiful breasts. You’ll understand when you see her, you can’t miss it.”

You’re a girl, why are you paying attention to your friend’s cup size? Luke mocked inwardly.

He picked up his pace and said, “Okay, I’m going into the underground parking lot. I’ll tell Blake to call you later.”

Claire: “Ah, you have to be careful. If it’s too dangerous…”

Luke smiled. “Stop worrying, I have more experience than you do. Right, call Robert and Catherine right now and tell them that we’re okay.”

He understood what this little monkey was trying to say. In the end, Claire cared more about her brother.

She had called Luke only to see if he could find someone else to rescue Blake, not go himself.

Unfortunately, she didn’t know that the police had their hands full tonight.