Super Detective In The Fictional World Chapter 1059
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Chapter 1059: You Dare Kill A Hellhound?
Given Frank’s skills, it wasn’t easy for ordinary people to catch him.
“Let’s go,” he said. “You and Gold Nugget will be backup.”
A moment later, two people and one dog set off again.
Selina checked the surveillance feed sent by Sponge in the car and confirmed the situation. “It should be Frank. Two of the people who attacked him have police records. They’re Irish.”
Luke had nothing to say to that.
Anyone who haunted the night for so long would eventually run into a ghost themselves.
Frank had killed so many Irish gangsters, and he didn’t wear a hood; it wasn’t strange that the other party would come for him.
Selina continued, “Frank was ambushed in a park… Hm? Right, the park where his wife and children were killed. He was surrounded by dozens of people and couldn’t run away.”
Luke guessed that maybe Frank had wanted to check out the place.
The truth was about to come to light. Luke had torn open the scars, but had used Basic Hypnosis and Mental Communication to suppress most of Frank’s violent emotions.
After more than a year, this tough guy finally returned to that tragic place.
But how was the Irish gang able to block him?
It was a small park, and not many gangsters hung around in the park, so how had they found Frank there?
Even as Luke mulled over it, he didn’t slow down at all, and very quickly reached the park.
When two people and one dog got out of the car in a secluded spot, the optical camouflage had already been activated as they hurried toward the park.
Several police cars had already arrived.
However, there was no news of Frank from these patrol officers.
They had been late.
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They heard a police report that there were gunshots in the park. When they rushed over, there were only a few pools of blood; they didn’t see any bodies or anyone else.
Luke did one round, and soon picked up the scent of Frank’s blood.
Compared with other smells, the trail left behind by the scent of blood was like extremely bright street lamps in the dark.
A few minutes later, they found the location — an old warehouse.
The optical camouflage was basically completely invisible at night.
Luke, Selina, and Gold Nugget snuck into the center of the warehouse without alerting the guards. They heard the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh.
A man sneered. “…Punisher, you killed my brother and stole my money. Tell me, where’s the money?”
No answer.
“That’s right, you’re a tough guy. Looks like beating you up won’t help. You there, bring that dog over here,” the man ordered. There were a few barks and the sound of paws scratching the ground.
“Talk!” The man said, “I won’t beat you up again. I’ll break this dog’s bones one by one and let it die slowly in front of you…”
Selina murmured in her earpiece, “He actually dares kill a dog?”
Luke was speechless.
A few days ago, the Tarasov family had killed just one dog, and more than fifty people died.
Now, the Irish gang wanted to kill Frank’s dog; it was like this guy wanted the entire Irish gang to go extinct!
Gold Nugget whined.
Selina said helplessly, “Alright, Gold Nugget, no one will kill you. If anyone dares, I’ll kill them first.”
Pleased, Gold Nugget settled down.
Alright, these guys weren’t just pissing off Frank now, they were pissing off the alien dog head and alien dog head’s protector, Luke mused.
He said casually, “Start at the front entrance and clean up the guards. Make sure not to miss anyone.”
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Selina nodded and left quietly.
Below, the man who was obviously the leader was already very impatient. He nodded at the man beside the dog.
One of the criminals raised the stick in his hand, but didn’t swing it down yet. He wanted to use it to pressure Frank.
Frank’s face was covered in blood as his bound body struggled. “Wait, I’ll talk.”
“Stop!” The leader raised his hand and smiled in satisfaction. “Where’s my money?”
Frank: “West 45th Street, in the parking lot behind a small Chinese supermarket.”
The leader nodded in satisfaction. “You better not be lying, or your dog’s dead.”
Frank glared at him but said nothing. He slowly twisted his bound hands.
He was already prepared to dislocate his thumbs so that he could slip out of his bonds.
If it wasn’t for the two criminals behind him, it would have been a lot easier to break free.
Even so, he only needed a suitable opportunity, and had a 50% chance of killing the five people here, including the leader, the moment he escaped.
This wasn’t an empty park, and he was focused.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. The expressions of the two criminals behind him changed dramatically.
Under their gazes, the leader had yet to come to his senses, when he was slowly lifted off the ground.
Behind him, a tall shadow grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
Ta! Ta!
The two criminals behind Frank were shot in the head and fell backward.
In their shock, they didn’t even have time to pull out their guns.
Ta! Ta!
The two criminals who were holding the dog on the side had just started to turn their heads, when blood spurted out of their foreheads, and they followed in the footsteps of the first two criminals.
Luke appeared behind the leader. “Is it okay to leave this guy to you?”
Frank grinned. “No problem.”
Luke didn’t waste any time. He dislocated the leader’s arms with two punches and crippled his legs with two kicks.
The leader’s mouth was wide open, but he couldn’t make a sound.
Luke tore off the leader’s shirt and stuffed it into his mouth.
He threw the leader to the ground and untied Frank.
The dog, who had been held down earlier and had struggled non-stop, ran over to Frank and started whining as it shook its head and wagged its tail.
Luke glanced at him. “What’s its name?”
“Hellhound,” said Frank.
Luke: “…”
Selina: “…”
Gold Nugget: “…”
Alright, it seemed Luke had avenged some distant relative of a certain dog head’s.
Frank’s dog was a mongrel with a square head and a fierce face.
It could only be said, like owner, like dog! They both had square heads.
Hmph! It was just a crying monster; it wasn’t like a hellhound at all. A certain alien dog looked at Luke and was furious.
A disgruntled dog head that had been deceived jumped out of the shadows and kicked the back of a criminal’s head.
The criminal was completely unprepared for the surprise attack. His eyes turned black and he was knocked unconscious. Blood oozed out of his mouth and nose as a certain dog head took out its anger on him.
After Frank was untied, he picked up the leader squirming on the ground and chucked him into a chair. Luke simply said, “It’s best if you get some useful information out of him. I’ll clean up the people outside.”
Frank cracked his neck, and a sinister smile appeared on his bloodstained face. “No problem. I have professional interrogation methods.”
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