Super Detective In The Fictional World

by Stayrr

Luke has transmigrated to the United States, but eventually realizes that this United States is different from the United States of his previous life. Here, the superpowers and characters from the movies in his previous life actually exist. How will Luke fare in a world where such terrifying superpowers exist? Fortunately, he has a cheat – the Super Detective System. Join Luke on

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Chapter 33: Three Kills, Reload, Four Kills

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Luke advanced a dozen meters or so before he curled up and hid behind a decorative object on the wall. After observing the combat situation, he drew his pistol with one hand and adjusted the shotgun with the other so that it was under him, unnoticed by the gunmen.

Finally, he checked his waist to make sure all five pistol magazines were there. He then took a deep breath.

He slowly adjusted his posture and raised his pistol with both hands at the gunmen that had their backs to him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Instantly, Luke unleashed the prowess of his high dexterity. Regardless of whether his bullets hit their targets or not, he emptied the magazine in less than three seconds.

Then, he directly leapt off the wall and into the yard before dashing away.

The heavy gunshots paused slightly before starting up again, but this time, they were far less intense.

Selina and the FBI agents who were facing the gunmen in a firefight suddenly saw three gunmen at the back of the group collapse to the ground.

Although the area was filled with the sound of automatic rifle gunfire, and a Glock 17 going off would be rather subdued in comparison, the people present could still recognize that a Glock 17 had been fired.

This was the most common gun issued to police in America. Thus, the person who had fired those shots was most definitely a police officer as well.

Nobody assumed that the person was an FBI agent since they were all heavily armed and wouldn't even use a pistol in this scenario.

Selina grew excited as she aimed at the nervous gunmen and started firing madly. She successfully hit one in the shoulder, causing that person to yell miserably before he collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, the FBI agents who were no longer under heavy fire successfully hit a gunman who was retreating in a panic.

The gunmen's morale plunged. Half of them had gone down in an instant. What the hell was going on?

Since the start of the fight until now, both parties had fired over 1,000 bullets at each other, yet not a single one of them had been injured.

But in the span of just a few seconds, five people from their side were suddenly down.

The gunmen could no longer be bothered with Selina and the FBI. They turned around anxiously and aimed their guns at the dark alley.

But they couldn't see anything.

Luke only took three seconds to empty his magazine and immediately fled after that. The gunmen weren't given a chance to even react.

As he ran, Luke popped out the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one.

He then swung the shotgun from his back to his front, gripping it in his hand.

Then, he ran to Bill's front yard. There, he crouched down and took a peek at the current situation.

"Bingo!" He found that his firing spree earlier had actually hit three gunmen.

He had only expected to hit two, and he could even accept hitting only one. Although he had 17 bullets to fire, he truly had no confidence in his aim.

As for the gunman who was clutching his bleeding shoulder, that definitely wasn't Luke's work. After all, that gunman was positioned further from where Luke had been aiming earlier.

As for the other gunman who was currently struggling on the ground, he was facing off against the FBI agents.

All the three whom Luke had hit were those who had been firing at Selina. They were also the only ones whose backs were completely exposed to him earlier. They gave him a wide target to fire at and were also closely grouped together.

That was why he could take three of them down with his Glock.

Luke took calming breaths and listened to the commander talking non-stop on the other side of the wall. To his great regret, Luke found that he didn't understand anything that the person was saying.

That guy was speaking Mexican Spanish, and Luke could only understand a handful of words. Most of what he knew, he had learned from Selina when they were joking around.

But one of the words Luke happened to know was the word for "retreat."

They were going to flee!

Luke sneered as he thought to himself, "What, do you think this is a public toilet, and you can come and go as you wish?"

When he heard a few people yelling at each other, he took a quick peek at them again.

Two gunmen were standing on the step behind the garbage truck, one on each side. The commander hopped into the front passenger seat while the other gunman stood on the side step of the truck's door.

The garbage truck slowly moved and turned right. When the truck turned, the two gunmen at the back finally faced the direction that the four FBI agents were in.

Luke stood silently in front of Bill's house. The wooden gate was already open, and he silently waited with his shotgun in hand.

When the truck turned, it started to accelerate.

The moment the truck started to speed up, the front of the truck appeared on Luke's left.

Luke moved at an unprecedented speed and fired the first bullet.

Bang!

The gunman hanging outside the door was sent flying by the shot.

Kacha! Luke pumped the shotgun.

Bang!

There was a huge crack in the truck's windshield.

Kacha! Bang!

Yet another bullet was fired at the windshield.

This time, it was clear that a bullet had finally gone through the windshield. Although Luke couldn't see it, he could hear the driver's wail before the car swerved to the left.

Luke remained unmoved.

Kacha! Bang!

The gunman on the right at the back of the truck was sent right in Luke's direction as the truck swerved. With a distance of less than five meters between them, he took a shotgun blast right in the face before his body spun away from the truck.

Kacha! Bang!

The other gunman was blasted by the shotgun against the back of the truck.

Luke then watched coldly as the truck swerved and crashed into the yard across the street before it finally stopped after it rammed into Selina's car once more.

Then, he took out some bullets from his bullet belt and leisurely reloaded his shotgun.

He rarely used shotguns, and had only practiced using one in the past few days. He still wasn't at a level where he could fire two shots in one second.

But he wasn't in a rush.

It was late at night. If he showed himself, Selina might be able to recognize him, but the FBI agents might sent a bullet his way instead.

Thus, he was in no rush to make any sound.

The leader of the gunmen should still be in the front passenger seat.

Luke watched as the passenger door suddenly opened and a figure rolled out. The person nimbly rolled under the truck before crawling to the other side, not giving Luke a chance to fire at him.

"F*ck!" Luke cursed.

That was the leader of the gunmen, and he was indeed a crafty person.

Luke was forced to walk around the house and get on the wall again. From there, he looked down at the gunmen who had been taken down earlier.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and without any hesitation, he aimed his shotgun at the gunman whom Selina had hit in the shoulder.

Bang!

The gunman was already drenched in sweat from the pain, when a bloody wound suddenly opened up in his chest. He stared at his chest in disbelief before falling still.

Luke then leapt off the wall and pumped his shotgun. At such close range, he no longer needed to aim. He shot the gunmen sprawled all over the ground once each.

After he was done, he finally shouted, "I'm Luke. This place is clear. Be sure to not open fire on me."

The FBI agents were initially shocked when they heard the sudden gunshots. But when they heard that it was Luke, they heaved sighs of relief.

They knew that none of the gunmen used a shotgun.

And they were all aware that Luke, the bait, had a shotgun in his police car.

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Chapter 34: Pursuit, and Lasso

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The FBI agents still remained vigilant and only lowered their guns when they saw Luke slowly walk out of the alley.

Luke yelled again, "I'll chase after the escapee. You guys can deal with this place. It's best if you wrap it up quickly, though. There's an intense shootout going on at Selina's house."

The FBI agents were rendered speechless as they thought, "Are you telling us what to do now?"

But none of them said anything.

They all clearly saw what happened earlier.

When the shotgun fire rang out earlier, all the remaining gunmen had been killed off with a shot each.

They had been working together for so many days, but this was the first time they realized that this normally friendly-looking young man was actually so vicious.

Luke left in pursuit, and when he passed by the garbage truck, he drew his Glock.

Bang! He aimed the Glock at the head of the person hanging from the driver's seat before pulling the trigger.

"Selina, gather the FBI fellows and take them with you to your place as backup," Luke said before rushing away.

The FBI agents only just arrived at that moment. With their guns raised, they slowly approached the alley.

When they managed to get a clear look at the situation there, they all gasped and looked at each other silently.

What Luke did was beyond vicious; he was savage, even executing the injured combatants.

Selina came over as well. "Is everything alright? They're all dead. My car's ruined. Can you guys send me home? I keep hearing gunshots, and only two of my colleagues were posted there."

The reason why Luke said what he did to Selina was that he was afraid she would foolishly rush over alone.

As for the FBI agents, they would be able to remain cool-headed since it wasn't their house that was under attack.

The four discussed it for a bit before sending one person to drive Selina over.

The scene was a mess, with so many people dead as well as a bunch of weapons lying around. They couldn't leave everything as it was and move on.

The person who would drive Selina home would take no more than ten minutes to come back to the scene anyway.

Meanwhile, they could ask Chris for further instructions.

When Chris heard what happened, he blanked out for a bit before saying, "Ignore the bodies. Get over here too, but there's no rush; push on to Selina's house so we can finish off the remaining gunmen."

Chris hadn't expected that they would be facing so many attackers this time.

Ten of them had appeared on Luke's side, and there were even more people at Selina's house, with 20 attackers appearing there. It was clear that they had planned to execute her entire family.

And from what Robert told him, 20 people had gone over to Robert's house as well. They got into a gunfight with Robert, two other police officers, and two FBI agents.

With them working together, Robert didn't fear the attackers' superior numbers.

He was somehow firing the M4A1 in his hand as if it was a sniper rifle instead of an automatic rifle. He would stay silent for a long while without firing a single bullet, and the moment he opened fire, someone would go down.

In less than five minutes, six attackers had been taken down, all hit by Robert.

At that point, the gunmen didn't even dare flee anymore.

After all, the first to run would also attract a bullet from Robert.

On the other hand, an intense gunfight was still happening at Selina's house.

The majority of the police force and ten FBI agents were involved in an intense shootout with the gunmen there, with neither party winning a clear advantage yet.

This was the plan Robert and Chris had come up with. Robert only needed four people with him. As for Luke's side, a squad with great teamwork had been sent over, and their combat prowess was in fact even higher than perhaps eight or nine of the local police officers combined.

Therefore, most of the remaining reinforcements were now focused on Selina's house.

It wasn't that the officers and agents posted there were terrible, but the situation at Selina's house was simply too chaotic. There were too many objects littered around the house, with random piles here and there. Farming tools, dilapidated furniture, and old electrical appliances were also strewn everywhere, turning the area into some sort of maze.

Thus, both sides remained cautious and neither dared to advance rashly. The only thing they did was to shoot at each other from a distance.

Of course, the police and the FBI were in no rush anyway.

Time was on their side after all.

Chris, who was the overall commander of the operation, had already informed everyone that only one criminal had escaped from Luke's side, and the people there were currently rushing over as backup. As for Robert's side, he would be able to clean up his opponents in about half an hour. At that time, they would be able to come and help too.

Because of that, these 20 gunmen wouldn't be able to last longer than half an hour.

In fact, this was already a conservative estimate since some of these gunmen were armed with grenades.

Chris didn't want to push them too hard, to the point that they started tossing grenades into civilian homes. If some random civilians ended up killed, the credit he stood to earn from this operation would be greatly reduced.

As Chris's party advanced slowly and steadily, Luke had already caught up to the escaped commander.

Although that person was fleeing, he still held on tightly to his weapon.

Luke was wary of the might of an AK. Thus, he didn't dare charge straight at his target.

When he saw his target enter a small alley, he was overjoyed to realize that his target wasn't too familiar with this area.

Without any hesitation, Luke slung his shotgun over his back before jumping over the wall beside him.

He jumped into a front yard and was welcomed by two dogs that lifted their heads vigilantly. He quickly said to them, "Harry, Betty, stay."

The two dogs woofed lightly at him before lying down on the ground again.

The owner of this house was David, and he was rather friendly with Luke's family. Luke used to visit this place a lot as a kid, and he was very familiar with the two dogs.

This also showed how well he knew the surrounding area.

His target had entered a L-shaped alley, and Luke only needed to go through this yard to intercept that person at the other end of the alley.

If that person didn't randomly decide to climb over a wall, he would definitely appear at the other end.

Luke quickly ran across the yard toward the alley's exit.

When he arrived, he didn't hear any footsteps. His target was indeed slower than he was.

Luke was about to raise his gun when he saw a rope coiled around a random pole near the mouth of the alley.

The pole was in fact a horse post, and the rope was probably something which David had left there.

A new idea surfaced in Luke's mind as he ran over. He folded the rope in two and wrapped it around the post before dragging the other end back to where he was standing.

There were no street lamps here, so this alley was very dark.

Luke sneered inwardly as he walked two meters away from the post to the other side of the alley opening.

In the dark, he kept the folded rope at chest level.

Soon, hasty footsteps rang out from the alley. His target was moving at a moderate speed.

Luke listened carefully and found that his target wasn't slowing down at all. Soon, his target arrived at the exit.

And then, Luke felt a massive force on the rope.

Next, a figure could be seen hanging in the air.

This person was about ten centimeters shorter than Luke, so his neck was level with Luke's chest. He had crashed right into the rope by the neck as his body jerked forward slightly at the momentum, making it look as if he had been left hanging.

When Luke released the rope, the person was already falling on his back since the lower half of his body was still moving forward. With a thud, he crashed to the ground.

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Chapter 35: Shooting From Behind, and Head Shot

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Luke swung the shotgun over his shoulder and gripped it in his hand again. At the same time, he removed the safety lock, his finger landing on the trigger.

Bang!

The shot was fired straight into his target's chest.

When Luke saw the person twitching on the ground, he pumped the shotgun without any hesitation.

Kacha! Bang!

He unloaded yet another round into that person's chest.

This time, that person fell still.

Only then did Luke step forward and kick away the AK lying beside the fallen man. Luke pulled out a flashlight from his waist and shone it on the man's face.

There was no mistaking it; this person was Hernandez Carlos.

The information from the FBI indicated that this person was an important leader of the Carlos Family. He was considered one of the commanders who led their hitmen, and was also Diego Carlos's cousin.

After feeling this person's neck, Luke finally heaved a sigh of relief.

There was no pulse. This person was confirmed dead.

Luke would never spare anyone from the Carlos Family. If possible, he would kill instead of arrest them.

That was also why he had shot the ones that were already down.

The Carlos Family would most certainly come for him to avenge their losses. He had no intention of letting any of them leave.

After confirming Hernandez's death, Luke stood up and put his flashlight away. He slung the shotgun over his back again before he headed for his house.

Robert would probably be fine, but Luke still wanted to go check on him.

He ran back home, and when he was roughly 200 meters away, he slowed down and started scanning his surroundings.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound as he saw several people running in a panic toward him from the opposite direction.

Luke was much quicker to react than these people. At the exact moment they appeared on the road, he had already hidden himself in an adjacent yard. Only half of his head cleared the fence as he peeked out to observe these people.

There were some street lamps here, but they were few and far between, so the area was lit dimly. In the darkness, only the outlines of the people were visible.

But Luke soon saw that they were all armed with AKs.

That was a clear indication of who they were.

None of the FBI agents or the police officers were equipped with AKs. These people running away in panic were most certainly the gunmen from the Carlos Family.

Sure enough, a few people appeared behind them and started firing at them.

Luke saw a familiar figure in the second group – Robert.

He heaved a sigh of relief at the sight. Robert indeed was as amazing as Luke had imagined.

The gunfire here was rather intense, which had worried Luke deeply. But from what he was seeing, it was clear that Robert had finished off quite a number of them.

Luke remained silent and shifted positions while he was still crouched in his hiding place. He leaned against a car in the yard and continued to observe the fleeing group.

They fled in panic, and when Robert appeared, one of them went down.

Robert fired at that person's back with a rifle. The bullet went straight through that person, creating a massive hole in his torso. With one look, Luke was sure that the person was dead.

The fleeing group grew even more panicked as only four of them were left now.

They started running madly, and one of them even tossed his gun away.

That was a smart choice.

In a confrontation with an army veteran like Robert, they should give up completely on fighting back as they ran for their lives.

One only needed to run faster than the others, and Robert would most certainly prioritize the others that still had their guns.

The other three still seemed clueless as they continued running with their guns.

Luke reached for the Glock on his waist.

He remained crouched as he moved around the car to position his back to the incoming group.

Then, he assumed a comparatively comfortable stance before forming a triangle with both his arms and aiming his gun straight at the pavement on his right.

Shortly after, the sound of footsteps approached him.

The person running in the front was the smart guy who had thrown his gun away. Instead of firing, Luke allowed him to run past.

Less than two seconds later, three other people appeared in his sight.

Luke emptied his mind of all thoughts, focused on what he had learned during the past two months, and fired his gun repeatedly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Next, two bullet holes appeared in the back of each of the three fleeing gunmen.

The two at the front swayed lightly before collapsing to the ground. As for the third person, he staggered slightly before he continued running.

Without hesitation, Luke fired again.

Bang! Bang! Again, he fired two shots at the man's back, finally causing the man to collapse to the ground as well.

Then, Luke rushed out from behind the car and moved forward with his body still bent low. When he arrived at a spot with a direct view of all three men, he raised his head and glanced at them.

The three were all on the ground. The third person twitched slightly before falling completely still, clearly dead.

The first person was still groaning and crawling slowly over the ground.

The two bullets had hit him in his left arm and right shoulder. That was why he could still struggle.

As for the second person, he was less lucky. Both bullets had struck him in the left side of his chest. He was already completely still on the ground.

A cold glint surfaced in Luke's eyes as he stood up slightly before raising his gun at the person who was crawling over the ground.

Bang!

That person's face slammed into the ground. At such close range, Luke's bullet landed right in the back of his head.

Bang! Bang!

Once again, Luke shifted his aim and quickly fired a bullet each into the heads of the other two.

He wouldn't spare any Carlos Family member.

Not far away, Robert yelled, "Who is it?"

Luke replied, "It's me, Luke. Three suspects have been killed."

Robert thought to himself, "What the hell? This kid is here to steal my prey!"

Soon after, they regrouped. Robert started giving one command after another.

The police force was different from the FBI. Their priority would always be the safety of the civilians. Thus, Robert already had the officers stand guard at the scene to avoid anything untoward happening.

As for the FBI, they had a clear goal. Since they were all well-trained, they were sent to Selina's house as backup.

Of course, Robert wasn't an unfeeling person.

After an officer drove his car over, he called Luke to hop on before he drove to Selina's house as well.

Based on Robert's and Luke's combat ability, just the two of them would be far more helpful than four or five other police officers.

On their way there, the police officers started chattering on the police radio.

"The chief killed nine people alone. All of us together killed two of them and injured five. When Luke was in pursuit, he killed three. Only one escaped."

"Holy sh*t! The chief is amazing!"

"Did you think Robert served in the army for nothing? Let me tell you, all the nine people were killed with one shot each; he didn't need more than one bullet for each of them."

"Hey, all ten suspects at Bill's place are dead. Aren't you guys shocked?"

"You mean where Luke and Selina were ambushed?"

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Chapter 36: Nobody Left Alive, Psychiatrist, and Advancing To Level Five

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"I checked. Four of them have pistol and shotgun bullet wounds. The other five were all killed by shotgun bullets."

The radio sank into silence at that.

Nobody from the FBI used a shotgun. They were either armed with assault rifles or submachine guns. They were also armed with pistols, but they wouldn't use them today.

Luke was the only shotgun user here. Everyone knew that he had a Remington shotgun in his car, and his service gun was a Glock 17 that had even better firepower at close range than a shotgun.

He was the only one who would use a pistol since his shotgun would be too slow in the face of a large number of opponents.

"Luke… is so ruthless? I was still laughing at his aim last week," one officer said hesitantly.

"Um, you can take a look for yourself."

"Alright, cut the chatter and focus on work. Finish up your tasks and go help out at Selina's place. They're still fighting a battle with 20 gunmen there."

"Oh, I wanted to say that the chief and Luke are already headed over there."

"…"

"…"

In the car, Robert was listening to the radio chatter. He glanced at Luke and said, "You killed all the attackers in the ambush?"

Luke hummed a response, but his eyes were still focused on the road ahead of him.

Robert said, "When this is over, I'll find you a psychiatrist."

Luke smiled. "It's ok. Since they had the guts to come, I had the guts to kill them."

Robert asked, "Are you sure?"

Luke laughed. "Yes, I am. But I think you can find Selina a psychiatrist."

Robert asked, "Have the two of you really gotten together?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "She's a woman. Wouldn't it be weird that she wouldn't need to consult a psychiatrist after something like this?"

Robert laughed in response, an odd expression on his face.

After Robert and Luke arrived, the final batch of gunmen didn't last much longer.

When the group of criminals encountered an army veteran with sharpshooter skills, their ferocity was completely suppressed, and their lack of discipline was immediately exposed.

With the help of the FBI agents, this group was sent fleeing everywhere in less than ten minutes.

By this time, Robert had already taken down six of them.

One of them was thinking of barging into the buildings in the neighborhood to avoid capture, but at the first door he opened, he was faced with a pitch black muzzle.

"Fu-" He didn't even finish cursing when a gunshot rang out and he staggered backward.

The one who had opened fire was a Latin American woman.

After blasting the invader out of her house, she didn't appear too flustered. Rather, she shut the door and returned to her couch, her gun resting on the armrest and aimed straight at the door.

Beside her, two girls and a boy were lying obediently on the ground. The eldest girl whispered, "Mommy, when will Selina be back?"

The woman replied in a whisper as well, "Soon. I heard her voice. But there are still bad guys outside. We can't go out, and we can't speak loudly either."

"Oh." The little girl immediately shut her mouth.

Ultimately, only two of the gunmen escaped. As for the others, they were either caught or killed by the FBI and the police before daybreak.

Even the two gunmen that had escaped didn't actually manage to get very far.

This was a large but sparsely populated town.

There was very little human presence several dozen kilometers outside of town, and only ranches and farms could be found beyond that range.

One of the gunmen entered a ranch and tried to kill the ranch owner before escaping by car.

However, the town police had informed nearby ranch and farm owners to be wary of strangers and never approach them, as any stranger might be a gang member sent to assassinate the town police.

Thus, right after this gunman pulled his gun out, a bullet hit him in the arm holding the gun.

The truth was that the lad who shot him had been aiming for the gunman's head. Alas, he missed terribly and hit the arm instead.

As for the other gunman, he was better off and was only found at noon three days later.

He had been starving for two days. Suffering from thirst and hunger, he fainted on a ranch.

The ranch owner found him, and instead of approaching him, called the police.

One hour later, the police arrived, cuffed the poor soul, and took him away.

With this, all the gunmen sent by the Carlos Family were dealt with, and none of them escaped.

Chris from the FBI was overjoyed and distressed at the same time.

He was overjoyed because this operation was a success.

He was distressed because Luke had killed an important Carlos Family member like Hernandez Carlos.

Of the 50 gunmen, less than ten of them survived.

Of the gunmen who were injured, most of them died before they even reached the hospital. And three more died in hospital.

Because of this, the information which Chris was able to get from them was rather limited.

This was especially true of the group of ten that had ambushed Luke and Selina. A leader like Hernandez had been in charge of them, and the others in the group had all come from Mexico as well. They were all elites of the Carlos Family, and probably knew more about the Carlos Family than the other 40 combined.

Of course, the two strongest ex-special force members of the Carlos Family hadn't been part of this group.

The rest of the gunmen were all Limedog Gang members, and were all average street thugs who didn't even know how to handle combat properly. The only thing they knew to do was pull the trigger and empty the magazine.

That was also why they had been so miserably defeated despite their numbers advantage.

Similarly, these street thugs wouldn't know much about the Carlos Family's internal affairs.

It was discovered that these people had used a garbage truck to enter the town in batches. That was why it had taken them so long to mount an attack.

The garbage truck in question was the one that had rammed into Luke and Selina.

Chris couldn't do anything about the result.

Both Robert and Luke had killed more than half the gunmen.

What could Chris do about it? Complain? That wouldn't do.

They had already agreed to let the FBI take more than half the credit; it would be unreasonable to expect them to try and keep the enemy alive at the risk of their own lives.

When Luke returned home, he told Robert he was going to bed before he went straight upstairs. He wasn't in the mood to clean up the living room. After a shower, he lay down on his spring mattress right away.

Finally, he had the time to check the system.

Mission: Defeat the Carlos Family gunmen, completed.

Completion of the mission is worth a total of 2,000 experience and 2,000 credit.

Since the host's contribution to the mission was 42 percent, 840 experience and 840 credit have been awarded to the host.

As experience has reached 900 points, the host has leveled up to level 5.

Extra stat points: 3

Luke allocated one point to dexterity before falling into a deep sleep, ignoring the slight feeling of discomfort.

On the second day, Chris left with complicated emotions. But before leaving, he left Luke his contact details.

"Maybe after two years, if you're interested, you can consider applying to join the FBI. After passing the evaluation, there'll be a spot for you on my team," Chris said.

Luke smiled and put the name card away. "Um, we'll see."

He had a feeling that Chris had extended this olive branch casually. After all, Luke had only been a registered police officer for two months, and he didn't even have a high rank. As for his level of education, he was only a high school graduate.

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Chapter 37: Double Act, Furniture, and New Sofa

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If Luke wanted to take the FBI application test, he would have to wait a few more years to get the required experience and rank in the police force, as well as get himself a college degree. Only then would he have any chance of success.

But who knew what would happen in the meantime.

Since Chris had left his contact details, however, it was clear that he still regarded Luke highly.

With this name card, Luke could ask Chris for help whenever necessary.

But who knew how much help Chris would give him, since Chris hadn't promised anything.

Luke didn't mind. He considered this a backup for when it was required.

What Luke didn't know was that Chris really did think very highly of him.

Thus, if it was something that he could help with, he would do his best if Luke needed it.

In a single night, Luke, who was only 18-years-old, had killed thirteen AK-wielding criminals. Moreover, he had only been in the force for two months or so.

People like him were extremely rare, even in the whole of the country.

Chris was seriously planning to recruit Luke for himself after two years. What his team lacked was someone as good in combat as Luke.

Unfortunately, Luke was still young. Youth meant immaturity and fickleness.

But if Chris invested in him early on, it would be easier for him to forge a friendly relationship with Luke.

People capable of taking down so many attackers in a single night weren't necessarily rare in the country. For example, Robert was also capable of the same.

But Robert was an old fox who was too smart, with numerous established habits from his years in the service. It wouldn't be easy to control a subordinate like him.

On the other hand, Luke was someone who usually tried to never offend anyone.

Throughout the week, Chris's observation was that Luke had a mild personality, was above average in his ability to learn, and was very willing to help others. He was basically the prime example of a Mr Nice Guy.

The town residents all praised him greatly and Chris had yet to meet someone who spoke badly of him.

Of course, it was quite scary that this Mr Nice Guy had killed thirteen criminals in a single night. But Chris could understand why Luke had done it.

Even Robert, who hadn't killed a single person after being a police officer for over ten years, had also killed more than ten criminals that night.

The wrath of a Mr Nice Guy was truly terrifying.

Since Luke was Robert's adopted son, it was understandable that the two had similar personalities.

In any case, the FBI had strict recruitment requirements

Luke was a police officer, his foster father was a police officer, and he had also performed well during his two months in the force.

He was a perfect example of someone with a clean background and who could already be considered part of the law enforcement system; it was people like these whom the FBI would give top priority to during recruitment.

In addition, Luke wasn't stupid. Although he hadn't furthered his studies, his high school results indicated that it wouldn't be hard for him to do so.

And more importantly, Luke was an excellent combatant.

Luke's name was already on Chris's list of promising candidates. He would be paying close attention to Luke from now on.

The moment he got the chance, he would drag Luke into his team.

Two days later, Catherine returned with Claire and Joseph.

Facing the empty living room, she was stunned. "Can one of you explain to me what happened here?"

The two looked at each other, and said at the same time, "He'll tell you."

Followed by, "Why me?"

Followed by, "Of course you."

Catherine was speechless as she thought to herself, "Are you guys running a double act?"

Ultimately, it was Robert who surrendered, as their living room had been messed up when he was here. Luke had only arrived afterward.

But he only told Catherine. There was no need for Claire and Joseph to know anything. It would do them no good to know anyway.

Catherine was in a bad mood.

Although the Carlos Family had suffered a terrible defeat, their base was in Mexico.

So long as they continued to exist, they definitely wouldn't spare Luke and his family.

But at least there was good news. The Limedog Gang had been effectively crippled.

In America, a gang with over 40 gunmen was already considered a sizable and powerful gang. With the Carlos Family's support, the Limedog Gang had about 50 gunmen. One could say that the bulk of their muscle had been eliminated during the operation. Their remaining members were no more than low-level street thugs who only knew how to wave their guns around to frighten others.

Thus, it would be quite a long time before Luke's family was attacked once more.

Although Luke pushed Robert into taking the blame for the destruction of their living room, he still offered to share in the repair costs.

After working in the force for two months, he had received about 6,000 dollars in pay.

Luke, who had been Chinese in his previous life, viewed money differently compared with other Americans.

He didn't smoke, drink, or party. At most, he gamed at home, and his biggest hobby since his school days was Brazilian jiu-jitsu.

After he started working, he had an additional hobby – gun practice.

He was living with family, and although Robert had jokingly told him to pay for food, Luke had been rejected when he offered to pay Catherine.

Up until now, Luke had only spent about 600 dollars of his salary, and that was also to buy Catherine a cosmetic set.

He didn't spend much on other things. Thus, Luke still had about 5,000 dollars in savings. For a newly employed young man, this was a large sum of money.

Other young men would likely use this money to buy a new car or something. But since Luke had been getting free rides in Selina's car every single day, he didn't even need to buy one for himself.

Catherine originally didn't want Luke to pay for the living room, but Luke insisted that he wanted a large and comfortable sofa. And since that was his wish, he would take responsibility for it.

Ultimately, he spent about 2,000 dollars to order a custom-made sofa, a side table, a TV cabinet, and two tiny tables from Old Bill.

Old Bill was a carpenter who handled the numerous carpentry jobs in town.

A job worth 2,000 dollars was a large project for Old Bill. Since he was close to Luke and his family, he patted his chest and agreed immediately to the deal. He even promised to finish everything in three days.

When the sofa and furniture arrived, Catherine immediately shut her mouth.

In his previous life, Luke had lived until the year 2018. Although he wasn't an expert on the trendy furniture of the time, he still had a vague idea how they looked.

The sofa was wide and comfortable, the design minimalistic and simple.

It was large enough to serve as three single beds after taking it apart.

The day the sofa arrived, Joseph and Claire spent the day rolling on it in excitement and going on and on about how this new sofa was much better than their old sofa, which had been too old-fashioned.

After dinner, the whole family lounged on the sofa. Some watched TV, some read the newspaper, and some played on their cell phones.

At that moment, Catherine sighed emotionally. "This sofa really is quite good."

In the past, Joseph and Claire would always mess around on the floor. The previous sofa simply hadn't been big enough for the entire family.

But now, Catherine and Robert could lounge in the middle of the sofa while Joseph and Claire hung out on the right side. As for Luke, he alone occupied the left side of the sofa. There was more than enough space for everyone.

Robert took a swig from his can of beer and said, "Hmm, yes, it's really comfortable."

With his size, he had never been able to lie down on their old sofa, which had been too small for him. If he lay down, he would simply slide off instead. Thus, the old sofa hadn't exactly been good for resting.

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Chapter 38: Daddy System's Super Cheat Tool

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Robert could lie on the new sofa like a paralyzed person and he still wouldn't slide down.

It was an extremely comfortable feeling.

Luke picked up the newspaper which Robert had just finished reading and said with a smile, "It's good that everyone is happy."

During the past few days, he had already spent the three stat points he received. All of them had been allocated to dexterity.

After that night, he gained a profound understanding of the importance of dexterity.

It helped him become more nimble, control his body better, and improve his shooting speed.

Although his aim wasn't very good, he could simply fire until he hit his target with his improved dexterity.

Of course, strength was just as useful.

It helped stabilize his grip on his gun, which made it easier for him when he was sprinting or climbing walls, and improved his sight and hearing, which helped him detect his opponents before they could detect him first.

Strength and dexterity were like a couple that complemented each other, and neither one was dispensable.

If he had allocated all his stat points to strength, he wouldn't have been able to react in time during the battle with the Mexican gang, and would have wound up rammed to death by the truck. Or the subsequent rain of bullets might have killed him instead.

And if he had focused only on dexterity, his brain might be able to react fast enough, but his body would lack the strength and resilience to execute the commands from his brain, also putting him in great danger.

And if he had allocated all his stat points to mental strength, he would probably be dead by now.

If he treated this like a game where focusing on a single stat was enough, that would be akin to suicide.

Real life wasn't anything like a game. Since the system had provided him with three different stats, all of them had to be useful.

Strength was the foundation of his body, dexterity determined the efficiency with which he used his body, and mental strength probably had an even bigger effect.

He could prioritize certain stats, but he still had to maintain balance and ensure that no one stat fell too far behind.

Nevertheless, he still decided to allocate more stat points to dexterity for now. Dexterity was much more helpful for when he was using a gun.

But this time, something unexpected happened when he allocated stat points to dexterity.

After he allocated the final stat point to dexterity, it reached 20 points.

Suddenly, the sense of discomfort intensified, and the feeling was even worse than the first time he allocated stat points to dexterity.

Fortunately, he had gotten off work at the time; he only recovered after spending half a day in bed.

He soon discovered that the discomfort had been well worth it.

Luke discovered that after his dexterity reached 20 points, his body had been enhanced significantly.

He tried asking the stupid system about it, but received no response. After many tests, he concluded that when a stat reached 20 points, it would advance to the next level.

Thus, 20 points of dexterity wasn't as simple as being slightly more dexterous compared with 19 points of dexterity. Rather, he was twice as dexterous now.

But of course, there was no way for him to accurately measure his dexterity; he could only make an educated guess.

But at the next level up, he could consider focusing on strength instead to see if his conclusion was correct.

After all, being twice as strong as an ordinary person or four times stronger than an ordinary person was completely different. Plus, he only needed two more points for his strength to reach that level. The stat points spent would be well worth it.

As he pondered, he flipped through the newspaper.

At that moment, Robert raised the remote control and switched to a sports channel as he said, "Today is the match between the Dallas Cowboys and Green Bay Packers. We can't miss it."

Luke's eyes didn't move away from the image of a certain handsome bearded guy in the newspaper as he said, "It's going to be a boring match. The Green Bay Packers are too strong."

That provoked Robert. "Bullshit. The Dallas Cowboys aren't afraid of anyone!"

Luke merely hummed a response before he shifted his focus back to the newspaper.

That annoyed Robert even more and he said, "Let's make a bet. I'll bet on the Dallas Cowboys."

Luke: "Hehe."

After a short while, the bet was set. Each of them put down 10 dollars, and Catherine would be in charge of the prize money while the match was ongoing.

Regardless of who won the bet, the 20 dollars would ultimately be given to Catherine to buy whatever she deemed necessary for the living room.

This development caused Catherine to be speechless.

The two boys were getting all excited over a bet of 10 dollars.

Then again, that was how America was. People enjoyed betting there, and police officers were no exception.

Of course, when betting against close friends or family members, the wager would be small, such as a few dollars. Thus, the result of the bet didn't matter much.

An hour and a half later, the match ended.

It was Robert's defeat.

He kept grumbling that the Dallas Cowboys would win next time, but Luke couldn't be bothered to bicker with him.

Right as the match ended, the system suddenly reacted.

System: You have defeated Robert Greyson. Learning conditions have all been fulfilled. Super learning mode is now activated.

This retarded system had developed a new function.

The name of the new function alone filled Luke with expectations.

Of the numerous systems he had read about, the number one essential function was a storage function.

And the number two essential function was something like a learning space or something that could speed up the host's learning.

That would help the host quickly learn and master numerous skills.

Suddenly, Luke had a feeling that he should just address the system as Daddy System. After all, although this system had few functions, each of them was very useful.

After interacting with the system for a bit, an odd expression crossed Luke's face.

He made up his mind. Moving forward, the system would be called Daddy System.

That was because this so-called super learning mode was very different from what he had imagined. This thing was more like a cheat tool.

Super learning mode function: The host may obtain a list of a defeated opponent's skills, and may purchase the skills with credit points.

If this wasn't a cheat, then what was? Wasn't this the same as a copy and paste?

It was also at this moment that the purpose of the final stat given by the system became clear.

The credit was indeed the same as in the other systems he had read about. It was a type of currency for the system.

Luke had a feeling that this was in fact the most important stat in the whole of the Super Detective System since he could purchase skills with it.

The only inconvenience was the fact that he had to defeat opponents to obtain a list of purchasable skills.

Numerous ideas emerged, and certain thoughts that he had long buried in the depths of his mind surfaced uncontrollably.

Perhaps… I can try it out?

He glanced at the newspaper on the side, at the image of the bearded guy who was smiling, and numerous odd ideas filled his mind.

After excusing himself, Luke returned to his room.

When he looked at the list the system had just obtained from Robert, his eyes lit up.

Character: Robert Greyson

Abilities: Basic firearms, basic military combat, basic special combat, basic driving, basic special vehicles piloting, basic tactical command

Holy shit! Robert was indeed a treasure trove! He actually had six abilities!

But of the six abilities, only basic firearms, basic military combat and basic driving were lit up with a note at the end saying that these abilities were available.

The other three were blacked out with "not available" at the end.

The list was shown on an interface which Luke had recently forced the system to use. He really couldn't get used to looking at only a string of data in his brain with no user interface.

The price was also listed next to each ability.

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Chapter 39: Vacation, Psychiatrist, and Lone Trip

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Basic firearms: 100 credits

Basic military combat: 100 credits

Basic driving: 100 credits

Basic special combat: 200 credits

Basic special vehicles piloting: 200 credits

Basic tactical command: 300 credits

Luke pondered as he looked at the three abilities he couldn't learn.

The three abilities unavailable to him required more credits. Perhaps these were high-level abilities?

But he already had more than 2,500 credits now. So, the restriction wasn't due to the lack of credits, but perhaps because he didn't meet certain conditions?

This super learning mode was only activated after he won a bet with Robert.

And if he wanted to learn new abilities, he had to defeat an opponent. So, did he have to defeat Robert again to unlock these abilities?

With that in mind, Luke spent the next few days betting with Robert.

He lost two rounds and won three of them.

He found that the restriction really was due to him not meeting certain conditions.

After an overall total of two victories in his bets with Robert, all the abilities became available to him.

Moreover, after spending 300 credits on basic firearms and basic special combat, all the abilities were still available for him to learn.

So the condition he had to meet was indeed to defeat Robert.

Also, it was likely that the condition was assigned a numerical value, and the ability was unlocked when that value was met.

This small test also helped Luke figure out how this so-called condition functioned.

When he made the bets with Robert, he found that if his total victories dropped to zero, all the abilities on the list would be blacked out.

Even the two abilities he had already purchased would be blacked out, and his body seemed to forget how to use them as well.

In other words, the moment he stopped meeting the "condition," the abilities he got would stop working.

This entire thing felt like a video game.

It was similar to many video games in his previous life. For example, the equipment he already had would stop working if he suddenly stopped meeting the requirements for using them.

But Luke also discovered something that was different from video games.

After learning Robert's basic firearms and basic special combat abilities, he still continued with his daily shooting practice.

When he practiced shooting after losing Robert's ability, the results told him that he hadn't exactly lost everything.

He only had Robert's abilities for two days, and only used them in a brief two hours of shooting practice. In two sessions, his aim transformed from that of a complete newbie to a veteran.

From this, Luke concluded that if he practiced and used his opponents' abilities while he had them, his own skills would still improve.

This was akin to a low-level character unlocking a temporary high-level skill. Even after the duration of use for the high-level skill passed, the experience and loot earned from using the skill to hunt monsters remained.

Even after losing Robert's ability, Luke might still be able to retain that level of skill after a few months or years.

No wonder the super learning mode wasn't called the super duplication mode. The core function of this mode was still to learn instead of copy. It helped Luke to learn and improve quickly.

After understanding everything, Luke became very excited.

He was a conservative person by nature, and he loved things that were truly his.

That included skills and abilities.

In a flash, it was the end of his third month in the force.

It was now that Luke applied to Robert for annual leave.

Technically, someone who had only started working for three months shouldn't be taking annual leave. But Robert still agreed.

That was because Luke told him he needed to go on a trip to take his mind off the stress.

When Robert heard that, he stared at Luke for a long time before asking, "Do you want me to introduce you to a psychiatrist? I guarantee that it's an excellent psychiatrist."

Luke smiled. He understood what Robert meant. He was trying to assure Luke that the visit to the psychiatrist wouldn't be logged in the system. After all, if there was a record of it, Luke would have to head over to Knox City to get a mental evaluation done.

Actually, he had already gone once after the battle. In fact, all the police officers involved in the shootout had gone as well.

But the mental evaluation showed that Luke's mental condition was still perfectly normal.

Ultimately, with just a large rucksack over his shoulder, Luke got Selina to drop him off at the bus station. Traveling alone, he got on a Greyhound Bus and left town.

Luke headed south on the cheap Greyhound Bus, and when he arrived at his destination, he rented an old pickup truck. After buying some stuff, he headed for the border.

The border of Mexico and the United States was a stretch of land so wide that there wasn't enough manpower to guard the entire length. Thus, the number of Latin Americans in Texas increased every year.

Currently, Caucasians only made up about 50 percent of Texas's population. Latin Americans made up 30 percent of the population, African Americans 7 percent, and various others made up 10 percent.

And most of the Latin Americans were from Mexico.

Every year, a large number of Mexicans would enter the United States illegally in search of the so-called better life.

Mexico was too far from heaven and too close to the United States.

It was the largest source of drugs that circulated in the United States; in a few years, the war on drugs would begin as well.

At that time, the Mexican military and police would engage in a large-scale conflict with the drug cartels.

Similarly, the drug cartels would become increasingly vicious and even better at what they were doing.

The Carlos Family couldn't be allowed to survive that long. The coming chaos would either destroy them or enable them to grow even stronger.

Luke drove the truck around, and after a while, he finally found a suitable location.

The truck sped through the desolate wilderness and arrived at a tall wire fence on the border.

Looking at the spikes on the fence, Luke scanned his surroundings for surveillance cameras.

It was impossible for the United States to install surveillance cameras all along the border. That would be a waste of resources.

Generally, surveillance cameras were only installed near roads or highways.

Luke was currently at the border in the middle of nowhere. Even illegal immigrants wouldn't pass through here as they usually traveled in large numbers and required cars. Thus, they would usually travel where there were roads.

Of course, the odd illegal trespasser or so did still opt to travel through these desolate areas; it wasn't as if the government could catch all of them anyway.

Luke removed the planks from the back of the truck and set up a platform which sloped from the back of the truck up to its roof.

He then opened his rucksack and took out a pair of odd items that looked like artificial limbs.

These were actually similar to stilts with springs on them, which he had put together himself.

He put them on, and after affixing them firmly to his feet, he stood up.

He warmed up as he tried running around the area in them, and also to test if they were working as intended.

When Luke was done with all his preparations, he stopped and adjusted his breathing.

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Chapter 40: Jump, Travel, and Arrival

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Luke withdrew over ten meters away. He then sped up and rushed forward.

When he approached the truck, he leapt onto the back in a single bound. Then, he used both legs to leap onto the plank on the roof of the truck.

That sent him flying high up into the air.

The truck was about 1.7 meters tall, and using the makeshift stilts, Luke sprang high into the air over the fence.

At the exact moment Luke approached the barbed wires on the fence, he curved his body and the stilts landed right on the barbed wires.

Then, just like a circus performer, he leapt off the top of the fence.

There was no cushion to soften his landing.

Thus, borrowing the power of inertia, he did a forward somersault before adjusting his body when he was about two meters from the ground. He landed on both his feet and continued hurtling forward with the momentum for over ten meters before finally stopping.

He then sat down on a tiny mound and started taking off the stilts. Picking up a random rock, he dug a hole before burying the stilts inside it.

After doing all that, Luke left the area.

After roughly five hours on foot, a shanty town finally came into sight.

Luke was relieved when he saw it. His speculation had been correct: there was indeed a town here.

There were many such towns on the Mexican side of the border even though it was all desolate uninhabited land on the American side.

About 30 kilometers away from where Luke had decided to cross was a town of moderate size.

He took out a mirror and inspected himself. After making sure that his face was covered with a pair of sunglasses and a red scarf, he entered the town.

The official language of Mexico was Spanish, but with the passage of time, the Spanish here had become somewhat different from the Spanish spoken in Spain.

And since the country bordered the United States, a lot of people here knew varying degrees of English.

At the very least, they knew enough English for regular business transactions.

Before long, Luke set off with an old car he had just bought.

This was a very shabby car, but it was also very cheap at 800 dollars. The cheap price was most likely due to the sheer amount of owners which this car had had before this.

Naturally, even 800 dollars was already overpriced. Luke was well aware of that. However, he didn't have time to haggle with the seller.

He only had ten days of leave, and he had spent two days just getting here.

The return trip would take him at least three days as well. Thus, he had to wrap up this operation in five days.

And the less time he had, the higher the risk.

Currently, Luke only had 2,000 dollars on him. But he wasn't worried about that.

As he drove the old car, he took out a map which he had already studied countless times. Referring to the map, he started heading for his destination.

The Carlos Family was a small crime family that had come to power recently. Thus, they weren't too powerful compared with other criminal organizations in Mexico.

In order to save costs, they decided to make a certain town bordering Texas their stronghold.

But it was said that they had begun looking for new territory in recent years after making loads of money.

In any case, this small town called Thurmeier was still their turf for now.

Towns in America usually had thousands or only hundreds of residents. But here, a town might have nearly 10,000 residents. And in this town, the most powerful organization was the Carlos Family.

On his way, Luke stopped to buy some bottled water.

As for food, he didn't bother. He didn't trust the hygiene here and had no intention of testing the limits of his stomach.

Naturally, he had some high calorie food in his rucksack. They would last him a day or two without any problems.

Apart from when he had to top up gas, Luke drove without stopping.

This car looked shabby and old, but everything still worked fine. He picked this car based on the knowhow he had learned from Robert, which enabled him to purchase a vehicle that actually worked instead of one which would simply stop working not long after purchase.

This car didn't have air conditioning, one of the windows was broken, and there were several bullet holes in the seats. Even so, it still moved steadily down the road.

Luke wanted to reach Thurmeier before nightfall.

He didn't rush into the town like an idiot. Instead, he stopped about a kilometer away and looked around for a shady spot before driving his car over.

Getting out, he set up a simple perimeter alert warning system before getting some rest in the car.

He rested until the sky was completely dark. Then, he put on some makeup, a fake beard, and a long and thick wig, which made him look like some hipster kid.

He then set off for Thurmeier on foot.

This town was no different from most Mexican towns. It was dirty and messy, but it also had two decent nightclubs.

One of them belonged to the Carlos Family.

The club dealt drugs openly, which attracted quite a lot of wealthy American tourists.

Inside this club, guests could do whatever they couldn't do in America as long as they forked out the cash. This club also had a good reputation of never swindling their customers.

But that was understandable.

For the Carlos Family, drug production costs were next to nothing. When they dealt drugs to the American tourists in their club, they actually sold them at the lowest price that could be found in the American market.

Their profit margin was thus as high as 95 percent for whatever they sold here.

This club was already pretty famous among American tourists, so business was booming.

Generally, a nightclub would only have about 300 or 400 customers per night. However, this particular nightclub had customers from all over America.

Luke had learned all this from the information that Chris had provided. It was why he was able to find the Carlos Family so easily.

Compared with the major drug cartels, the Carlos Family was like a baby foal; their foundation wasn't stable enough yet.

A major cartel had easily hundreds of elite gunmen under their command, along with thousands of ordinary henchmen. It would be hard for Luke to do anything to such a cartel.

Hiding in the dark, Luke circled the club and observed it. Finally, he returned to the front door. After stuffing some cash into the bouncers' hands, he squeezed into the crowd inside the club.

The two bouncers merely looked at each other blankly before shrugging and deciding to dismiss the idiot who had just given them money.

This wasn't America, and people didn't usually tip here. In any case, they weren't bell boys.

But if a wealthy guy was happy to give them money, they didn't mind accepting it.

They had seen plenty of idiotic American tourists who happily threw their cash around. The 100 dollars they had just gotten was nothing for these wealthy tourists.

After Luke entered the club, two beautiful Mexican women approached him.

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Chapter 41: Enter, and Action

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The two Mexican beauties had seen how generous Luke was with his money, and were hoping to make some cash off him as well.

Luke still behaved like an idiotic tourist and stuffed them with cash as well.

Yes, "stuff."

Both his hands were stuffed into the deep valleys on their chests, and after leaving the cash there, he didn't forget to give them a pinch.

The two beauties didn't appear displeased at all. In fact, their smiles became even wider, and when they heard him speak English, they brought him to a private room in one corner of the club.

This so-called private room wasn't an actual room, but a corner of the club which had been partitioned off to give the guests there some privacy.

When Luke sat down, the two beauties politely asked him what he wanted.

Luke didn't say much, and merely told them to bring him some of the good stuff.

The two beauties exchanged glances when they heard that, feeling as if they had just landed a whale.

After a while, a burly waiter came over with a tray. On top of the tray was a small heap of a white powder-like substance.

Luke then took out a wad of cash, pulled five bills from it, and tossed them onto the table.

The waiter left after taking the cash.

This little drug heap wasn't worth more than 200 dollars, but this fool had paid 500 dollars for it. The waiter had earned extra for the night just like that.

Then, Luke bent over, and with his palm blocking the view, he quickly pushed the white powder into his cuff. He then slowly lifted his head.

Before coming, he had watched a lot of videos and tried imitating the actions of people taking cocaine. With a satisfied expression, he shook his head a few times before hiding his face behind his long fake hair. He wrapped his arms around the two Mexican beauties and started chatting them up.

The two beauties had already started ordering a few bottles of tequila for him. Instead of drinking them himself, Luke poured them all down the throats of the two beauties instead.

After around ten minutes, Luke looked at the two drunk women, then stood up and swayed as he said, "I'm going to take a piss," before walking away, staggering all the while.

Hiding in the private room earlier, Luke had observed his surroundings.

Several locations were guarded by strict looking guys who never stopped scanning the club and customers.

There were 12 of them, and coupled with the other bouncers and guards, this club had a force of no less than 30 people.

After all, clubs like this one would never reveal everything about their security measures to their customers. That would only impact negatively on their business.

As he swayed about, Luke walked around before stopping a waitress. He shoved a bill at her and asked, "Where's the bathroom?"

The waitress was pleasantly surprised to receive money out of nowhere. "There; let me show you the way."

Luke grinned like he was mentally unsound and nodded.

The waitress didn't mind him. All sorts of customers could be found here, the majority of whom were idiots like this guy. She might be able to make even more money from this fool.

While she was planning how to make more money from Luke, she plastered her bountiful chest against him unreservedly as she led him to the bathroom.

When they arrived, Luke saw a guard standing there.

He then grumbled unhappily, "A man? I don't like men. I like women."

Then, he wrapped his arm around the waitress and said, "This is what a woman looks like."

A wide smile bloomed on the waitress's face. "Hehe, don't mind him. He's only here to carry drunk customers out of the bathroom."

"Carry? More like throw them out," Luke thought to himself, but he didn't say anything.

Just like that, the beautiful waitress helped him into the bathroom. The guard only shot them a glance and didn't seem to mind that a woman had entered the men's bathroom.

After a while, a shout rang out in the bathroom. "B*tch! You bit me! Screw you!" Then, a loud slap rang out.

The guard frowned but still didn't leave his position.

But more shouts rang out inside. "Ahh, it's bleeding! Bleeding! You b*tch!"

Then, there was the sound of jumbled footsteps followed by the sound of deep gasps. It was as if two people were brawling with each other inside.

The guard finally moved. He pulled the door open and entered.

But when he looked around inside, he didn't see anyone.

He walked toward a cubicle that was still shaking, and a woman's thigh could be seen in the gap at the bottom of the cubicle.

He reached out to push the door open. But right at that moment, the door of the next cubicle suddenly opened.

Luke came out noiselessly before slamming his fist into the back of the guard's head. Instantly, the guard collapsed.

Luke quickly stepped forward and caught the guard. He wrapped one arm around the guard's neck and twisted, and the sound of a crack rang out in the air.

Then, Luke dragged the body into the cubicle and propped it up so that it was sitting on the toilet. He then searched the body and found a M1911 and an extra bullet magazine.

He also popped out the magazine from the gun and discovered that it was completely loaded before he put it back in.

The M1911 had seven bullets in it, and coupled with the backup magazine, he had a total of 14 bullets.

Despite the low number of bullets, this was still a decent gun.

Luke also took the holster off the dead guard before putting it on himself. After putting the M1911 into the holster, he went to the cubicle which the waitress was in.

He had knocked the beautiful waitress unconscious the moment they entered. After scanning the bathroom, he started making the noise from before to lure the guard inside.

He didn't believe that the guard would allow the waitress to die inside the bathroom.

Luke walked to the door, and just as he was about to open it, he heard footsteps stop outside.

His heart thumped, but he didn't stop. He opened the door and swayed as he walked out of the bathroom.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bulky guy looking at him skeptically.

Abruptly, a ruthless glint appeared in the man's eyes before he reached under his arm.

He was drawing his gun! Luke was exposed!

Although Luke didn't know how he had exposed himself, he still moved without hesitation.

Instead of reaching for his gun, he suddenly exerted more force as he swayed toward the bulky man.

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Chapter 42: Scumbag, Bitch, and a Good Person

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The sturdy man reacted swiftly as well. He instantly noticed that Luke was swaying a lot quicker than he should be, and was thus robbed of the chance to draw his gun. The man's palm, which was already raised to his chest, turned into a fist as he punched right at Luke's head.

An expert!

Luke was alarmed at the realization.

This level of vigilance and flexibility in combat only proved that this guy was no ordinary street thug.

Luke was still nimble, however, so he abruptly bent even lower, dodging the incoming fist.

After he bent over, with half of his back to the man, both his hands shot out and grabbed the man's arm before locking it on his shoulder.

As Luke pushed with his legs, his shoulder shot up while his hands pulled down at the same time with even more force.

With a crack, the man's right arm was twisted grotesquely out of shape.

The man yelled while his left hand reached for the combat knife that hung at his waist.

But before he could even touch the hilt of the knife, Luke bent over again. Taking one step back, Luke repositioned himself so that he was on the right side behind the man.

He was still holding firmly onto the man's broken arm. In his new position, Luke twisted the arm again.

The man cried out again, and stopped reaching for the knife.

The intense pain from his broken arm wasn't something an ordinary person could endure, and this man was no exception.

Luke was still completely calm, and didn't stop moving just because his opponent was wailing. He abruptly tackled the man and pushed him to the floor.

The fall twisted and jarred the man's broken arm once again, and he was assailed with intense pain once more. This time, he was already too powerless to even cry out. His body merely twitched on the ground.

Once again, Luke displayed a nimbleness no ordinary person had. He quickly wrapped his arms around the man's neck, and twisted.

A crack rang out, and the body beneath him fell still.

Luke quickly scanned his surroundings to find that nobody was headed his way.

Although his current position was rather quiet, the music was blasting loudly outside. The people outside couldn't hear anything that was happening in here.

Luke dragged the body into the bathroom and searched it. He found another M1911, two magazines, and a gun holster. He then locked the body into another cubicle.

Luke studied the newly obtained M1911. He found that this gun had a double stack magazine, with double the bullet capacity of the first pistol he had gotten. Unfortunately, used as he was to the Glock's size, the grip of this gun was a tad too large for him.

Nevertheless, there were around 50 bullets in total when the two magazines were put together. He didn't throw them away. Instead, he put on the other holster and stuffed the new gun inside as well.

He took less than two minutes to do everything.

After thinking about it, Luke decided to pick up the unconscious waitress and take her to the ladies' bathroom next door, where he stuffed her into a random cubicle.

When he came out, he stumbled upon two women outside the bathroom.

When they saw a man come out, they blanked out before staring at the sign on the door.

The sign confirmed that this was the ladies' bathroom.

Luke looked at the two woman and assumed a drunk and bewildered expression. "What are you looking at? You want me to screw both of you at the same time?" When he said that, he lifted his belt, as if he had just put on his pants, before he left.

The two women merely looked at each other, shrugged, and entered the bathroom.

Soon, they found a locked door. One of them was curious and climbed the cubicle wall to find a woman snoring inside. Sexy black lacy underwear hung off one of the woman's legs.

The woman who had just come in immediately understood what was going on and curled her lip as she said disdainfully, "Sure enough, that horny couple just finished their business here. The man ran off after he was done, and left the b*tch snoring on the toilet. What a scumbag."

The other woman didn't seem to care. "So what? Apart from scum and b*tches, what else can you find here?"

The two then broke out in contemptuous laughter.

You wouldn't find any good people here. In fact, they acknowledged that both of them were also b*tches.

Little did they know, a good man had actually arrived tonight. A good man who was here to kill.

As Luke walked, he familiarized himself with the holster under his armpit.

Like many police officers, his holster had always hung on his waist. Now that the gun was under his armpit, he wasn't quite accustomed to it.

Robert, on the other hand, was clearly used to this.

Luke had Robert's basic firearms and basic special combat skills. Thus, after walking just ten meters, Luke already felt at home.

At present, he was standing in front of a door.

Before entering the club, Luke had discovered that there were also people at the back, but he didn't know what they were doing there.

What would there be in the back of a club owned by a crime family?

Luke was certain it wouldn't be something like a VIP room. The front of the club was enough for customers to do whatever they were here for. No private rooms were required at all.

From the information provided by Chris, this place was the Carlos Family's headquarters.

More importantly, according to the intelligence, Diego Carlos enjoyed the club atmosphere immensely. Thus, he spent a lot of his time here.

If Diego Carlos was here, most of his underlings would be here as well.

Luke pushed the door open and found two men staring at him coldly.

Luke immediately smiled. "Hehe, where's the bathroom? I need to pee."

The two men appeared impatient and one of them was already reaching into his jacket while the other stepped forward and said, "F*ck off or die."

Luke currently reeked of liquor, and there were also traces of white powder on his face. With one glance, the two concluded that he was one of those high, idiotic tourists. That was why they didn't do anything to him at first.

From this, it was clear that they weren't as vigilant as the big guy whom Luke had encountered in front of the bathroom.

Luke quickly scanned his surroundings. There weren't any surveillance cameras here.

It was still the year 2003; even a major cartel would still be clueless about using technology, to say nothing of a puny Carlos Family.

In Luke's previous life, it had been the year 2018. At that time, these cartels were already so advanced that they even had surveillance on numerous government agencies.

Luke staggered forward toward the guy who was reaching for his gun. With his overwhelming strength and dexterity, he slammed the man into the wall before punching him right in his Adam's apple.

He stuck out one of his fingers when he punched the man, causing the latter's Adam's apple to cave in. The man's eyes rolled back in his head as he clutched at his neck with both hands.

Meanwhile, Luke reached for the gun under the man's arm and pulled it out.

After drawing the gun, he chucked it at the other guy who was just starting to draw his own gun.

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Chapter 43: Take Them From Behind?

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As Luke had thrown the gun in a rush, he wasn't able to aim properly, but the gun still struck the man in the shoulder, slowing the latter down slightly.

Taking advantage of the short interruption, Luke dashed forward and kicked the man in the crotch.

The man immediately turned pale, and then red. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

The throbbing pain in his crotch seemed to have locked his vocal cords, only allowing him to helplessly gasp for breath.

Luke didn't stop. He wrapped his arms around the man's head and pulled it down as he brought his knee up.

With a thud, knee and face connected, the impact even causing Luke's knee to ache.

As for the man in front of him, his nose had already caved in and his breathing was very faint.

As usual, Luke dragged the two into a random storeroom next door. He then twisted their necks before tossing them into a corner of the room.

He also lifted two M1911 guns off them. Both guns were the old model, same as the first one he found.

He compared the guns and only took the one that was in better condition. He didn't forget to take all their magazines.

As of this moment, nearly ten minutes had passed. Who knew when the other Carlos Family guards would discover that something was wrong?

Luke pushed the door open and advanced quickly.

As he advanced, he strained his ears and scanned his surroundings repeatedly. Soon, he found a rather noisy room. He looked at the door, which didn't have a sign on it.

Standing next to the slightly opened door, he peeked into the room through the tiny crack. The room was rather spacious, and a group of people were having fun inside.

Luke adjusted his breathing and pushed the door open a little more.

With that, he had a better view of the room.

Moving left and right outside, he got a look at the entire room.

It was something like a security room. Everyone inside looked like capable fighters, and a few of them were bare-chested, with guns stuffed into their waistbands.

Generally, a professional would never stuff his gun into his waistband like that, as it was in fact very uncomfortable.

After a few glances, Luke was able to get a clear headcount of the people inside.

There were 17 of them.

The 17 included two completely naked women.

Most of them were playing poker around a table, while the two women were fooling around with two men in one corner of the room.

Those playing poker didn't even spare the two couples a glance. They were long accustomed to it.

Luke took another deep breath before pushing the door open and entering the room.

After entering, he lightly kicked the door close with his foot. Then, he walked quickly toward the table, but not so quick that he would look suspicious.

When he was practically beside the group, someone finally looked at him. The person had a puzzled look on his face, as if wondering who Luke was.

Luke's expression remained calm, and he suddenly raised both his hands which had been hidden behind his back to reveal the two M1911s he was holding. He then fired both guns.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The hail of bullets was sudden, and the 13 around the table couldn't even react before half of them were already on the ground.

With two M1911s and 21 bullets, 8 people were hit.

In two seconds, Luke utilized his dexterity to unload the magazines on the group. He didn't even bother to aim properly, and just pulled the triggers whenever there was someone in front of the muzzles.

At such point blank range and with so many targets, it would be harder to miss than to hit someone.

Luke relaxed his grip on the 14-bullet gun in his left hand as he allowed it to fall freely to the ground.

The grip of that gun was too large for Luke's liking.

At the same time, he dove toward a sofa on the side while he quickly reloaded his other M1911.

From behind the sofa, he stretched the gun out and fired at the group of people that was in total chaos. He had discerned their general direction with his hearing.

Instantly, he unloaded all his bullets on them before reloading the gun again.

It was only now that someone finally drew a gun and fired at Luke.

But Luke had already leapt out from the other end of the sofa. While in the air, he glanced at the crowd and fired four continuous shots, hitting two people in their chests where they were half-kneeling on the floor and aiming at him.

Luke then scanned the room of people who were groaning on the ground. Not a single other person remained standing.

With no hesitation, he opened fire again.

This time, there was a certain tempo to his shots. He fired a shot each second, one for each person in the room.

He prioritized those that still seemed able to move, and all of them were shot in the head.

After emptying three magazines, everyone on the floor was dead. Luke put in the last magazine he had before glancing at the bed in the room.

Two men were hiding behind the two naked women, with nowhere to run.

The bed was in one corner of the room.

But their clothes and guns were all on the floor next to the bed. They were only about three meters away from the pile, but the men hadn't dared to even reach for their guns when they saw their companions collapse one after another during the gunfight.

Now, they despaired when they realized that they stood no chance of surviving.

Luke peeked cautiously from behind the sofa to confirm that the four on the bed were completely unarmed. He also finally noticed the two guns on the pile of clothes beside the bed.

Luke remained silent as he slowly walked out from behind cover. He turned slightly and raised his hands, his left under his right to keep it steady. The gun was right in front of his eyes, with the muzzle aimed straight at the four on the bed.

One of the men got curious because of the sudden silence. He thus peeked out slightly from behind the woman.

Bang!

A hole was left in his skull as he collapsed backward.

The woman in front of him only felt a burst of wind before some warm liquid splashed on her. As for the hands that had been holding her tightly, they now drooped weakly.

She understood what had happened and instantly screeched before leaping to the side to hide.

At that moment, a large, hairy leg appeared in Luke's line of sight.

Bang!

"AHH!" A miserable wail rang out as the other man bent down in pain and clutched his leg, which now had a hole in it.

Bang!

The next bullet left a hole in his brain. Luke gave him no chance to fight back.

Both the women started screaming in fear.

Luke then aimed his gun at them before gesturing for them to zip their mouths.

The two women immediately shut up.

Luke took a step forward before gesturing at them to turn around. They did as told while trembling in fear.

They didn't think that Luke was doing this because he wanted to take them from behind. Perhaps he just wanted to shoot them in their backs.

But they were completely helpless and could only do as told.

After the two women turned around, Luke quickly struck the back of their necks with his left hand, knocking both of them unconscious.

Looking at the curvy and snow white women lying unconscious before him, he shook his head helplessly.

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Chapter 44: Killing Diego Carlos

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After knocking the two women unconscious, Luke started searching the room for more guns and bullets.

Most of them were equipped with M1911s. Since the creation of this weapon, tens of millions of this gun had been manufactured worldwide, both authentic and fake.

Two of the people here had different weapons.

One was equipped with a Desert Eagle while the other had a Glock 17.

Luke stuffed both the Desert Eagle and the Glock into a tiny bag he found in the room before slinging the bag onto his back.

As for the other guns, he left them behind. He only took all the magazines and put them all in the bag as well.

He then stepped toward the door, and using the reflection in a pair of glasses, he checked to see if there was someone outside.

Although a large battle had erupted in this room, the door was closed. Since the room was soundproof, the people outside couldn't hear anything at all.

After making sure that there was nobody outside, Luke left the room. He stopped for a bit at each room he passed, and listened for any sounds inside.

Of the eight rooms, only two were occupied.

But it was obvious that these people were only ordinary employees. Luke had no plans to kill them. He only pointed his gun at them and questioned them before knocking them unconscious and hiding them away.

It didn't matter if there were survivors from the club; once the fighters in the Carlos Family were all killed, these ordinary employees would be swallowed up by other criminal organizations.

In any case, these people weren't core members of the Carlos Family anyway.

Would core members of the Carlos Family stay overtime here to deal with administrative work? Obviously not.

Luke went to the second floor, which was completely silent. After scanning it, he continued heading up.

Based on the information he had gathered, Diego Carlos, the boss of the Carlos Family, usually spent his time in the deluxe room on the third floor. He would usually be surrounded by his bodyguards as well.

The total number of bodyguards was unknown, but there were at least 10 of them.

Luke quickly arrived at the third floor. He then checked the corridor with a pair of glasses and found a surveillance camera facing the corridor from above a door. He wouldn't be able to pass through.

After thinking about it, he went back to the second floor and entered a random unlocked room. He opened the window of the room and looked up.

After a short while, he stuffed his gun into his holster and climbed up a drainpipe.

When he reached the third floor, he nimbly traveled across several air-con units before he reached a window.

He peeked inside and found the room empty.

He tried opening the window, but it was locked.

Taking out a roll of adhesive tape from his bag, Luke started randomly sticking the tape on the window. He then punched the window, shattering the glass near the window lock.

As he was wearing a pair of gloves, he paid the shattered glass no mind. He reached inside and unlocked the window before opening it and sliding inside.

Doing this would be very troublesome for other people, but for Luke with his immense strength and dexterity, everything took him no more than ten seconds.

After entering the room, Luke didn't move immediately. Instead, he took a few bullet magazines from the bag and stuffed them into his waistband.

Then, he put the bag down and walked to the door. He wrapped his palm around the doorknob, and after applying some force, the door opened a crack.

Through the opening, Luke glanced out and saw a spacious room.

The room was over 200 square meters in size and was lavishly decorated. A few people were seated on the sofa in the middle of the room.

Luke had good eyesight. He had already determined that one of them was Diego Carlos, and the rest were all beautiful women who were snuggled up to Diego and giggling non-stop.

A few bodyguards were posted around the room, and they turned a blind eye to what was happening on the sofa. They would only occasionally look at the room's several exits.

When Luke saw that, he frowned.

He hadn't expected the room to be so big.

And his immediate surroundings were rather empty. They would probably notice him the moment he went out.

Suddenly, shouts rang out. Luke guessed that someone had already discovered the bodies downstairs.

Although the members of the Carlos Family weren't some sort of professional soldiers, the disappearance of the guard posted near the bathroom was too obvious. The body wouldn't stay hidden for long.

As for the security room filled with bodies, it was even easier to find.

Luke took a deep breath before taking out the Glock from his bag.

No matter what, the Glock was the firearm he was most familiar with.

He took a step back and turned sideways before standing up to face the direction Diego was in.

Shortly afterward, a radio on one of the bodyguards finally crackled. After listening to it, the bodyguard's face fell as he quickly shouted something at Diego.

Luke knew they had probably been informed of the bodies downstairs.

Diego, who was enjoying himself with the group of women, abruptly shouted with a savage expression. His eyes turned red with bloodlust as he quickly spoke a string of commands. As he spoke, he waved his hands around, appearing extremely agitated.

Now!

Luke's front foot moved slightly, and the door slid open further by about another five centimeters. He quickly raised the Glock, and he started firing on instinct without even aiming.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five continuous gunshot sounds rang out in the room.

The bodyguards then saw Diego Carlos, who had still been shouting furiously a moment ago, with three bullet holes in his upper body.

One in his cheek, one in his neck, and the last in his chest.

This mob boss wasn't even given a chance to shout before he collapsed weakly on the sofa behind him.

The bodyguards reacted immediately as they reached for their guns while they scanned the room.

As for Luke, he didn't hesitate as he stuffed the gun into his bag and rushed toward the window before diving out.

Outside, he grabbed at an air-con unit to neutralize the impact of his fall, before letting go and continuing to drop to the second floor.

There, he kicked a window and shattered it before diving inside. He rushed to the door and checked the corridor with the glasses before he went out.

After a few steps, he arrived at the foot of the stairs. He leaned against a corner and listened to the sounds upstairs while his hand reached for the Desert Eagle in his bag.

In less than 30 seconds, footsteps rang out as a group of people rushed down the stairs.

Only one of Luke's eyes and the muzzle of the Desert Eagle were peeking out around the wall corner. The moment the third bodyguard appeared in his line of sight, Luke pulled the trigger.

At such close range with a Desert Eagle, there was no need to aim. He only needed to fire in the general direction of the stairs.

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Chapter 45: Sudden Return, and Alessandro Carlos

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The bodyguards were in too much of a rush and couldn't even stop in time. They had never expected an ambush to be waiting for them here either.

After all seven bullets of the Desert Eagle were fired, five people were sprawled all over the stairs.

Luke quickly reloaded the gun and kept it pointed at the stairs.

He suddenly heard a clinking sound, before a round object flew at him from the corner of the stairs.

Luke had excellent eyesight, and his dynamic vision was strengthened thanks to his 20 points of dexterity.

Thus, the moment that object appeared, he clearly saw that it was a grenade.

At that discovery, he retreated and dove into a room. Behind him, there was a rumble and the burst of a shock wave which extended into the room.

Luke didn't stop once he was inside the room. He ran to the window and jumped out, instantly reaching the first floor.

There, he walked along the wall before finding a new drainpipe and climbing up again.

He returned to the third floor.

This time, he didn't have to bother hiding himself. He rushed directly into Diego's deluxe room.

Inside the room were two big guys armed with submachine guns and a young Latino who was staring at Diego's body in anger and muttering under his breath non-stop.

The two big guys immediately raised their guns and opened fire when they saw someone enter.

Luke cursed inwardly at them for leaving two gunmen here, each of whom was equipped with a submachine gun that worked very well in close range combat.

Fortunately, Luke was fast enough. The instant he saw them, he jumped and hid behind a pillar. The pillar was immediately hit by numerous bullets, sending cement powder flying everywhere.

He rapped the floor and discovered that it was in fact some sort of wood which for some reason was as sleek and glossy as marble. Beside the pillar were a few plants growing in flower pots.

Luke listened to the gunshots and calculated the remaining bullets the other side had. He slowly lay on the floor and bent his knees as he placed both his feet on the pillar.

Then, he pushed with his legs, and sent himself sliding across the floor.

The moment he started to slide over the floor, his Desert Eagle was already aimed at the two bodyguards.

The instant they appeared in his line of sight, he opened fire.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He unloaded the entire magazine on them before tossing the Desert Eagle away. He only had two extra magazines for this gun and no extra bullets.

Once again, he drew his M1911 from his waist as he hid behind another pillar and peeked outside with his glasses.

He was overjoyed to find that he had hit both bodyguards.

The destructive prowess of the Desert Eagle caused one of them to howl in pain endlessly while the other could only twitch on the floor.

Luke jumped out and fired two more shots, hitting both bodyguards in the heads. Instantly, they became still.

Finally, he aimed his gun at the young man who had been standing there in fear and shock all along.

The young man trembled and knelt down. "No, don't kill me! I can pay! I can pay a lot of money!"

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Bang!

He fired right into the young man's skull.

The young man, Alessandro, collapsed on the ground with a vacant expression, his hand which had been holding a Colt dropping to the side.

Staring at the young man's body, Luke thought to himself, "Don't think that I don't know anything about you."

This young man was Alessandro Carlos, the other younger brother of Diego. Luke could afford to spare anyone except Alessandro, who was Diego's direct kin.

If direct kin took over the family after Diego's death, the new leader would exert his dominance by sending a new group over to mess with Robert's family.

Luke then took out the Glock from his bag and emptied the magazine into Alessandro, creating more than ten new bullet holes in the body before dropping the Glock next to it.

He was doing this to mislead investigators as to the number of assailants involved, and also intentionally making it look like a gang war instead.

Staring at the pile of cash and drugs on the table, Luke pondered for a bit before taking a wad of cash and stuffing it into his bag.

Then, he picked up one of the submachine guns lying on the ground. He also searched the two bodyguards for more bullets.

One of them had four new magazines, while the other had five.

Luke shoved the magazines into his bag. As for the submachine gun magazines, he stuffed them into his waistband. With the MP5 raised, he rushed out the door.

After making sure the corridor was empty, Luke walked toward the surveillance camera, jumped, and smashed it apart.

He then headed for the stairs again.

Listening to the shouting downstairs, Luke decided not to go down the stairs.

He went back to the deluxe room and left through the window. Slowly, he climbed his way down until he reached the club's front entrance.

There, guests were running out of the club in an endless flow.

They were all panicked but also confused, some clutching thick wads of cash as they ran. Some of the women were even naked.

The grenade explosion earlier had scared even these people who were still high on drugs.

They had also heard the gunshots when Luke had fired at the bodyguards on the stairs. Thus, they understood that something must have happened, and everyone started fleeing in a chaotic mess.

After all, gang wars were very common in Mexico. In fact, dozens of AKs shooting at each other was a common occurrence. These people had no intention of getting caught in the middle of a gang war.

When Luke got to the front door, he saw the two bouncers who had accepted his cash earlier trying their best to stop the fleeing guests.

Luke was rendered speechless when he saw this. Were they stupid? A war had broken out inside the club. What was the point of stopping these customers?

Anything the customers bought in the club, they had to pay for upfront. Therefore, there was no reason to worry that the customers would run before paying.

Luke didn't hesitate. He drew his M1911 and fired four bullets, killing both the bouncers.

The scene at the front door sank into a temporary silence, followed by screeches as the crowd continued to flee in all directions.

Although running in a disorderly stampede was in fact even more dangerous, this was the normal instinctual reaction of human beings; they would flee when they encountered danger.

Once again, Luke changed the magazine before stuffing the gun back into the holster. He then climbed up to the second floor and carefully headed back down to the first floor via the security room.

When he entered the security room again, he opened the door and found the two women still unconscious on the bed.

Next, he headed down the corridor and stopped at the door next to the bathroom before peeking outside with his glasses. The area around the door was empty, but there were over 20 people near the exit.

These people weren't stupid enough to crowd together. Rather, they were scattered all around the exit.

Luke adjusted his breathing before he raised his MP5. Crouched on the ground, he pushed at the door with the MP5.

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Chapter 46: Nothing a Good Old RPG Can't Solve

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The instant the door was pushed open, the MP5 in Luke's hand instantly fired.

Making use of his immense strength, he suppressed the recoil of the MP5 and sprayed the people outside with bullets.

He was about 40 meters from them, and in about two seconds, he had already emptied the magazine.

Luke didn't bother to stay and continue fighting. Instead, he stuck close to the wall and started running.

The instant he reached the inner door which he had come from, the outer door about ten meters behind him was blasted apart by a rain of bullets.

Luke rushed up the stairs and went back to the second floor.

He strained his ears and listened: the people downstairs opened fire but didn't chase after him.

Evidently, they were too fearful of Luke's ambush.

Luke sneered and returned to the third floor.

He entered the deluxe room again and started searching the place.

Soon, he found a weapons cabinet in one corner of the room.

It looked like a liquor cabinet, but when he pushed it, the cabinet flipped into the wall and revealed a weapons cabinet behind it.

Luke was overjoyed at the weapons he saw.

He quickly stepped forward and picked up five grenades. He also took five MP5 magazines and stuffed them into his bag.

Next, he lifted the black, hard, large, and long object that was inside the cabinet. Picking up a warhead from the side and loading it, he rested the object on his shoulder.

He had discovered a legendary RPG.

After that, he didn't even bother to spare the weapons cabinet a second glance. Carrying the RPG on his shoulder, he ran out of the room.

Carefully, he peeked at the second floor to find it still empty.

Luke became doubtful as he thought, "This isn't right. I've left for a few minutes. Why are these fellows still not here?"

He used his glasses to peek around the stairs, and found that there really wasn't anyone there.

But he could hear light footsteps about a dozen meters away from him.

Hearing that, Luke lightened his steps and headed to the first floor. There, he took a peek with the glasses again, and what he saw nearly caused him to laugh.

Those fellows were actually crouched down and sticking close to the wall as they slowly crawled toward the stairs.

Naturally, the five people made to crawl in front were trembling with fear, their expressions extremely ugly. It was clear they weren't doing this willingly.

They knew that the people in the security room had all been killed, which was more than ten of them, and five of the guards had died when they headed down the stairs – even the two guarding the entrance outside were killed.

And when they were guarding against an attack from the entrance to the lounge, they were attacked from behind instead, which killed six of them.

Now, they numbered less than 20.

Based on the attacker's previous record, they wouldn't last a few minutes against him.

Unfortunately, they were being led by a fool.

Antonio Carlos, Diego Carlos's cousin, was also an important figure in the family, and had ordered them to attack. Thus, these poor fools had no choice but to do as told.

Luke fished out a grenade from his bag, removed the pin, and tossed it at them as he shouted, "Fire in the hole!"

The moment the people heard that shout and saw the grenade flying toward them, they were scared shitless and immediately fell flat on the floor.

They were already in the middle of the corridor. Thus, they had no other way out. The only thing they could do was pray that the grenade flew over them instead.

The group of more than ten people behind them was frightened as well. They turned and fled without hesitation.

The moment Luke tossed the grenade out, he shifted his body sideways and aimed the RPG at the fleeing group before pulling the trigger.

The instant the rocket shot out of the RPG, Luke tossed it away, got back behind the wall, and started to retreat.

Bang! Bang!

The sounds of two explosions rang out, one after the other. Intense heat also shot out from the corridor next to him.

After a few seconds, Luke took a peek with his glasses and found that not a single person had been left standing in the corridor. In fact, the door there was already completely gone.

Only a few mangled bodies littered the ground. The corridor was also filled with a thick cloud of smoke and dust.

Luke then returned to the second floor and climbed out the window before heading for the front door again.

There, he opened the door and found a few people still struggling inside. Holding an MP5 and an M1911, one in each hand, he slowly entered.

Relying on cover from various objects inside the club, he reached a certain corner near the entrance. There, he scanned the room using the glasses again.

Only five people were struggling to get out of the corridor.

From the way they looked, their injuries were pretty severe.

Without hesitation, Luke took out another grenade, removed the safety pin, and tossed it at the group.

Bang!

They were completely helpless and took the explosion head on before flying in all directions.

Luke didn't stop. He took out another grenade and tossed it directly into the corridor.

After a while, a loud explosion rang out and a cloud of smoke burst out of the corridor.

Only then did Luke bend down and start searching the lounge.

After about ten minutes, he was finally done with his search. He didn't find any survivors.

M1911 in hand, he walked past the gangsters one after another and shot them in the head. Even the people in the corridor who had been blasted apart by two grenades and RPG fire weren't spared this fate.

After doing all that, Luke dropped the gun, leaving only one M1911 on him before he left.

Outside, Luke took out an electronic car key for a F150 and randomly aimed it at his surroundings as he pressed the button on it. Soon, a fairly new truck nearby beeped as it unlocked.

Luke walked over, got into the truck, and started it before he slowly drove away.

Looking at the now completely deserted club and the flickering lights above the club, Luke grinned and muttered, "Goodbye, Carlos Family."

He then sped up and started to leave town.

Earlier in the corridor after he killed the final injured person, he received a system notification.

You have killed Antonio Carlos. You may now learn all his abilities.

Mission: Eliminating the Carlos Family, completed.

Completion of the mission is worth a total of 3,000 experience and 3,000 credit.

Since the host's contribution to the mission was 100 percent, 3,000 experience and 3,000 credit points have been awarded to the host.

As experience has reached 1,000 points, the host has leveled up to level 6.

Extra stat points: 4

Luke drove to where he had hidden the shabby car. He then searched it and placed everything which belonged to him, including the clothes he was wearing, in a pile in the back of the car.

Then, he removed some gas from the car's gas tank and stripped off the scotch tape that he had stuck to his fingers. Putting on a pair of gloves, he poured the gas on the pile of items in the car before finally lighting it up.

Looking at the items turn into ash and the burning car, Luke got back into the F150 and set off again.

He drove through the darkness, and took the opportunity to allocate one stat point to his strength, for a total of 19 strength points.

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Chapter 47: Return Trip, and Kill Gains

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Now that he was done with his mission, Luke didn't want to waste anymore time here.

If his guess was correct, when his strength reached 20 points, he would feel a strong sense of discomfort as well. Following that, his body would be significantly enhanced.

Because of that, he planned to rush back to the United States and check into a motel for one night. There, he would push his strength up to 20 points.

His return trip was different. With a much nicer car, he didn't need to worry about it and could speed all the way.

After an entire day of travel, he arrived at the border town before nightfall. There, he dumped the F150 in a random alley before buying another old truck to continue his journey.

After an hour or so, he arrived at the fence on the border. When he saw that his truck was still parked on the other side, he heaved a sigh of relief.

It seemed that nobody had been here for the past two days.

Once again, Luke set up some planks, which he had gotten beforehand, on the truck, before retrieving his stilts from where he had hidden them previously.

After putting them on, he tried moving around. The weather here was dry with little rain. Thus, the stilts hadn't been damaged by the two short days that they had been left here.

Then, Luke did what he did when he first came, and easily jumped over the fence.

He looked for the car key which he had hidden underneath the truck before removing his disguise. After burning his disguise, Luke continued with his trip.

As for the final M1911 he had been carrying on him, the gun had already been dismantled and thrown away when he arrived at the border. The only things he had on him were what he had initially brought and the 10,000 dollars which he had stolen from the Carlos Family.

That was right. Luke had taken 10,000 dollars from the table in Diego's room.

Nevertheless, he had spent over 3,000 dollars on this private mission of his. Thus, he hadn't really profited much.

After driving for two hours in the dark of night, Luke arrived at a small town. There, he rented a room at a motel.

He bought a bunch of food from the supermarket next to the motel before returning to his room, where he hung the "Do not disturb" sign on the door. After a shower, he finally pushed his strength up to 20 points.

He was assailed by an intense sense of discomfort.

He could feel all his muscles twisting and warping. Unlike when his dexterity reached 20, he mainly felt sore instead of numb. This soreness was similar to what one felt the next day after an intense workout.

Lying on the bed, Luke tried his best to relax and shift his attention away from his body.

He started checking his gains from this mission instead.

The level up had actually given him 4 stat points. He was very happy about that as this meant that in the future, each level up would give him 4 stat points. He would be able to develop much faster.

Gleefully, he started checking the other system notifications.

You have killed Amancio Mendosa. You may now learn all his abilities.

You have killed Salazar Gonzalez. You may now learn all his abilities.

You have killed Camacho Santos. You may now learn all his abilities.

You have killed Diego Carlos. You may now learn all his abilities.

…

It was a long list of such notifications, all of them related to the Carlos Family members whom Luke had killed.

Most of them didn't matter as they didn't have many worthwhile abilities. Most only knew basic firearms or basic driving and nothing else.

But Salazar Gonzalez's list of abilities was incredibly astonishing.

Basic firearms, basic combat, basic driving, basic special combat, basic tactical command, and basic interrogation. These were Salazar's abilities.

Luke knew who this person was.

He was the number one hitman of the Carlos Family, who also instructed the other hitmen in the family.

He used to be a commander in the Mexican special forces.

But during the war against the drug cartels, he ultimately selected money over duty, and joined the Carlos Family to become one of the criminals he used to fight.

Although Salazar was only a hitman, he used his experience and skills to train the Carlos Family members and raise their level above other regular gangs.

With him in command at the scene, the Carlos Family would rarely lose a gang war either.

It wouldn't have been easy for Luke to proceed with killing all the members of the Carlos Family if Salazar had been alive.

Unfortunately for them, this Salazar was too cautious. The moment he found the guard at the bathroom missing, he attacked Luke outside the bathroom without hesitation, only to get himself killed instead.

That was right; Salazar was the big guy Luke encountered when he left the bathroom.

Salazar was a remarkable combatant, and was very good in a melee.

Unfortunately, Luke was just as strong as he was, while Luke was far more dexterous. On top of that, Luke was also very good in hand-to-hand combat. Thus, Salazar was unable to do anything before Luke broke his neck.

In fact, Luke had recognized Salazar during the fight as well. That was why he had been so brazen in the later battle.

Without a capable commander like Salazar, the members of the Carlos Family fell into complete chaos and had zero advantages in their confrontation with Luke.

After Luke checked Salazar's list of abilities, he shook his head.

This list of abilities was nearly identical to Robert's. He had no use for these abilities for now. The only noticeable difference was basic interrogation, which Luke didn't need.

The most important information Luke obtained was the "killed" notice in the system notifications.

From this, Luke learned more about how the system worked.

Compared with just a defeat, killing an opponent unlocked all their abilities right away.

So, he had to kill even more criminals in the future?

After thinking about how Daddy System told him to become an official police officer, Luke concluded that this system was on the side of justice.

Luke continued checking the other abilities and found basic manufacturing of cocaine on Diego's list.

Diego was indeed a professional drug dealer. He didn't even possess abilities such as basic firearms and basic driving. His sole ability was basic manufacturing of cocaine. He truly deserved his death.

By the time Luke was done studying the system notifications, he was already feeling less uncomfortable. That was probably because his body had already became stronger, which reduced the discomfort.

At this point, Luke could no longer resist his exhaustion, and he drifted off into heavy slumber.

He woke up at noon the next day, his stomach rumbling with hunger.

After cleaning up and packing his stuff, he left the room and bought ten burgers before setting off.

Half a day later, he arrived at the car rental to return the car.

The employee there smiled and asked, "How was your trip?"

Luke smiled. "Um, it's a nice area for camping."

He then put on his rucksack and boarded a Greyhound Bus for home.

A day later, he arrived in Shackelford.

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Chapter 48: Two Sisters, Two Girlfriends, And a Gift

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After getting off the bus, Luke casually strolled back home.

It wasn't even five minutes before he heard a police siren blaring behind him. He turned around to see Selina's smiling face in the car as she said, "Cutie, need a lift?"

Luke replied, "Oh, thank you God, for bestowing this kind angel on me," as he walked over and tossed his rucksack into the back of the car before getting into the car himself.

As she drove, Selina asked, "Why are you back so soon?"

Luke replied, "I went on this trip to take my mind off the stress. Naturally, I'm back now that my stress is gone. I'm prepared to cut my leave short and get back on the job with you as soon as possible."

Selina replied, "Sure, sure. By the way, my mom invited you over for a meal."

Luke asked curiously, "Why?" He was quite close to Selina and had eaten at her place before.

But whenever he did, there was usually a reason for it, and he didn't frequently eat there either.

Selina shrugged. "She wants to thank you for killing the Carlos Family hitmen."

Luke was still confused. "Then she should invite Robert, right?" Robert alone killed nearly half the hitmen outside Selina's house that night.

Selina replied, "Robert's already been invited. This time, my mom's inviting you because everyone now knows about the 13 hitmen you killed on your own."

Luke replied, "Sure. When?"

Selina glanced at him. "You look like you're feeling alright – how about tonight?"

Luke naturally had no problem with that. After eliminating the Carlos Family, he no longer had any worries. Thus, he was completely at ease, and his mood was excellent.

When he returned home, he found that Catherine was back from work, and Joseph was home as well.

When Joseph saw Luke, he dropped the painting he was carrying and ran over. "Luke, any souvenirs for me?"

That left Luke speechless. He had been too busy killing and had completely forgotten about souvenirs.

He shook his head, "I didn't find anything interesting, so…"

What could he bring from the Carlos Family anyway? A gun? Or some drugs? He couldn't give Joseph that stack of cash, right?

Joseph immediately lost interest and walked away, his head bowed listlessly.

Luke stopped him and smiled. "Selina's mom invited me over for dinner. Do you want to come?"

Joseph still had the same disappointed expression. "What's so special about a dinner? Look, Catherine is preparing dinner too."

Luke smiled and squatted down as he put his hands on Joseph's shoulders. "Selina has two younger sisters, one 10 years old and the other 6. They're both as pretty as Selina. Don't you want to see them?"

Joseph then looked at Luke with contempt. "You think I don't have a girlfriend? Jasmine and Nastia bring me snacks every single day."

Luke was speechless as he added, "Fine. You can eat ice cream, and you can also get the football you wanted before if you come."

Joseph replied, "Sure. I'll go."

"Good boy." Luke smiled and patted Joseph's head before adding, "Alright, go do your stuff. I still need to tell Catherine."

Joseph returned to his drawing happily while Luke went to the kitchen and informed the busy Catherine about dinner.

Catherine smiled and nodded. "Don't drink and remember to come back early."

Luke nodded.

He naturally remembered that he shouldn't drink.

He never drank at home, but it was actually a different story when he was at Selina's place. They might not care that much about the minimum age of 21 before one could start drinking.

Luke tossed his rucksack into his room, took a quick shower, and put on a clean outfit before leaving for Selina's place with Joseph.

On their way, he bought a decent-looking cake from the bakery. He also bought Joseph a small ice cream.

Catherine rarely allowed Joseph to eat ice cream as his digestive system was rather sensitive.

Even Luke would only buy him a small one. Plus, he only gave Joseph the ice cream after finding an excuse to take a big bite out of it, leaving only half the ice cream for Joseph.

Joseph grumbled inwardly, "Is this what you meant about buying me ice cream? The ice cream is already so small, and you still cut it in half with your mouth!"

But he couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't like he could complain to Catherine since she would be the first person to teach him a lesson for eating ice cream without her permission.

A few minutes later, they arrived at a sports store. There, Joseph's mood improved.

He had always wanted a football, but Robert hadn't gotten the chance to buy him one.

And even if Robert did buy him one, it wouldn't be the professional football that Joseph wanted. And if Robert did spend several hundred dollars on a professional football, it would only be used as a decoration back home.

As for Luke, he didn't mind.

He was single, and even after getting a job, he was still eating at home. Thus, he didn't spend much.

He had only gotten some cash from his Mexican trip.

In any case, he needed to do some tests as well.

After entering the store, Luke greeted the owner, Riste, before buying the football that was placed right below the most expensive ball in the store.

As for the most expensive ball, Luke couldn't afford it. That was an NFL ball, and a limited edition at that, with a price tag of $8,888.00.

If Luke bought something like this, it would earn him a scolding before Robert confiscated the ball. Joseph might get himself beaten up as well.

As for the ball right below it, it was much cheaper at only 59 dollars. This was a size 7 ball, suitable for Joseph's age.

After getting the football he had been wanting for many days, Joseph finally smiled happily.

He looked tiny compared with the ball, yet he insisted on carrying it himself.

Luke didn't mind. The biggest joy a kid could have was to carry their beloved toy around. He didn't intend to put a damper on that joy.

After leaving the store, they ran into Officer Bob, who gave them a free lift.

When Bob heard that Luke was going to Selina's place for dinner, an odd smile bloomed on his face.

Luke couldn't be bothered to explain himself to this fellow. This guy had nothing better to do than let his mind run wild anyway.

When they arrived, he bade Bob goodbye. Even Joseph waved politely. "Goodbye, Uncle Bob."

Bob waved with a wide smile. "Best of luck to you both!"

That gave Luke the urge to slam Joseph's new toy into Bob's face.

It was fine telling him to work hard, but what was the deal with telling a kid like Joseph to work hard? Did he think both Luke and Joseph were really there to pick up girls?

Luke turned and walked to the door before knocking on it.

"Who is it?" a little girl asked.

Luke smiled. "It's Luke. Open the door, Talia."

When the door opened, a girl who bore a striking resemblance to Selina appeared as she said, "Luke, you're here."

Luke smiled and handed her a pair of sports shoes which he had bought at the store earlier. "A gift for you."

Glee filled Talia's face as she asked, "Really?"

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Chapter 49: So, When Are the Two of You Getting Married?

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Luke rubbed her head and said, "Yes. I got a pair for Andrea as well."

Talia replied, "Ah, I'll go get her," and ran off.

Luke shrugged and called Joseph to come in before he shut the door.

This was a single-story house, and compared with Robert's place, it was rather small.

Selina, her parents, her two sisters, and one brother all stayed here – six people lived in this house of about 100 square meters.

Before long, Talia arrived with her younger sister, Andrea.

The six-year-old girl happily received her gift. They thanked Luke before gleefully running back to their room.

From the clamor inside, it was clear that the two little girls were trying on their new shoes.

With a thud, a door not far ahead opened. Selina came out wrapped in her bath towel.

When she saw Luke, she nodded. "You're here? Have a seat. Let me get changed."

Luke nodded and smiled, but he didn't forget to let his eyes linger on Selina's petite figure all the way until she entered her room.

Next to him, Joseph was busy playing with his football, completely oblivious to the pretty girls in the house.

A short while later, Talia and Andrea came out first before Selina. "Luke, Lukeee, see, do we look good in these shoes?"

Luke slapped a palm to his forehead as he asked, "Who tied these shoelaces?"

The sisters pointed at each other and said at the same time, "She did it."

Fine, at least they were aware that their shoelaces were a complete mess.

They lacked patience and were in too much of a rush to try the new shoes. Thus, they only randomly shoved the shoelaces through the holes on each shoe before tying them into a dead knot.

Luke called Andrea over and got her to sit down before he took her shoes off. Then, he pulled out the messy shoelaces from her shoes before putting them back on and tying them up properly.

"Come, try putting the shoes on," Luke said as he helped her put the shoes on.

Andrea studied her shoes and said, "Um, um, Luke, you're so smart. Much smarter than Talia. She's really stupid. She got my shoelaces completely messed up."

Talia countered unhappily, "Look at my shoelaces. You made a mess out of them as well."

Luke shook his head with a smile. It was no wonder they pointed at each other earlier. So, they had actually helped each other with the shoelaces?

The sisters continued bickering over who was the stupid one.

At that moment, Selina came out in a loose fitting T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

When she heard her sisters bickering and saw their shoes, she frowned. "Why did you buy them something so expensive?"

The shoes weren't cheap. Luke bought them the New Balance summer collection, which sold at a special price of 99 dollars per pair.

Luke replied, "To thank your mom for dinner."

Selina said, "Bullshit. Everything she made tonight won't even cost more than a pair of those shoes."

Luke replied, "You shouldn't belittle your mom's hard labor like that."

Selina replied, "Fine, fine, I meant the cost of the food ingredients."

Luke shrugged. "Well, I don't feel like I've done her a favor large enough to deserve dinner, so the shoes are a token of my appreciation."

Selina said, "No, that sounds fishy. Take the shoes back. The price tags are still on them, so Riste will still give you a refund."

Luke smiled. "No way am I going to see Riste's ugly face again. If you want, just consider that you owe me for this, then."

Selina replied, "What? A favor from me is worth only 200 dollars? No, to be precise, 198 dollars?"

Luke smiled and shook his head as he pointed at the table next to him. When Selina looked over, she saw a beautiful cake resting there.

From the packaging, Selina knew which bakery Luke had gotten this from. This was the cake that she had mentioned wanting to try a few times before.

Unfortunately, this cake was too expensive at 80 dollars.

Selina couldn't bring herself to spend so much on a cake.

She narrowed her eyes as she stared at the cake before she stared at Luke. Finally, she smiled. "Fine, for this cake, I'll owe you one."

Since Luke had even remembered that she wanted to try this cake, she decided not to bother about the shoes anymore.

In any case, as Luke's partner, she was aware that Luke didn't spend much anyway.

She'd just keep in mind to remind him not to bring gifts the next time he was invited over for dinner.

Finally, Selina's mom, Sandra, came out as well.

Selina's mom was in fact still quite young. She gave birth to Selina when she was 16. This year, she was only 40 years old, and full of a mature charm.

She and her husband had been quite lucky. They were able to get their green cards a few years after they arrived in the States, and their daughter was capable as well. At a young age, she became a police officer in town, which was a stable job that paid the bills.

Compared to other Mexican immigrants, Sandra's life was a smooth ride filled with joy.

As for when she shot the gunman who invaded her house not long ago, that was nothing for her.

She didn't seem to mind that Luke had come bearing gifts for all her daughters.

But when even her son, Julio, received a baseball and baseball glove, she finally looked at Luke in astonishment and asked, "Alright. Tell me, when are you two getting married?"

Luke was caught by surprise. "What?"

Selina burst out laughing. "Now you know why I told you not to bring so many gifts. Sandra will think you're trying to please me."

Sandra asked, "Is he not?"

Luke shook his head with a helpless smile. "No, we're partners at work. Isn't it normal to give each other some gifts?"

Sandra's lips curled up. "Selina's previous partner, what's his name? Oh, yeah, Hanks. That guy also ate here a few times, but always came empty-handed. In fact, he even took unfinished food back home with him. And he dared to claim that he was trying to court Selina. Is that how a police officer courts someone?"

Luke was astonished as he looked at Selina and asked, "Hanks did that?"

Selina nodded. "Yeah. That's why I rejected him mercilessly and told him to stop dreaming. After that, he resigned."

Luke blurted out, "So the reason he's still single is all his own fault. You really shouldn't hold a grudge against him for that."

The mother and daughter both replied, "Huh?"

After a while, Selina finally got her two sisters to serve dinner.

Luke asked, "Where's Mario?" That was Selina's father.

Sandra replied, "He's been staying over at the ranch recently. A few cows are giving birth soon. He's too busy to leave."

That satisfied Luke's curiosity.

Mario worked at a ranch outside town. The wage wasn't too high, but at least it was a stable job.

As long as the ranch existed, he would have a job.

But during peak seasons, he often had to stay over at the ranch.

Because of that, when the Carlos Family attacked, only Sandra had been home to protect the children.

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Chapter 50: You've Changed. Did I Grow Stronger? Or Become More Handsome?

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Dinner was a rather casual affair.

Mexicans attached great importance to family, and they had a habit of chatting with family members over dinner.

The kids gathered together and muttered among themselves. Selina's siblings and Joseph had agreed to go play in the yard after dinner.

As for the toys they would be playing with, it would naturally be Joseph's football and Julio's baseball. Even their family dog, Dollar, would be playing with them.

As for Luke, he chatted with Selina and her mother on various topics.

But when Sandra accidentally mentioned the Carlos Family, the mood became rather gloomy.

Both Sandra and Selina understood that after suffering such a loss, the Carlos Family's revenge would be even fiercer, and at that time, moving would probably be their only option.

But they would require a large sum of money to move, especially for a family as large as theirs. And after moving away from town, they would also lose their jobs.

Without jobs, how would they support the three kids? In the time that they remained unemployed, they would be using up their savings without any income coming in.

Nowadays, plenty of Americans didn't have any savings; a lot of them didn't have a habit of saving anyway.

Although Selina's family had been living rather comfortably in recent years, they didn't have a habit of saving money as well. It was mainly because their expenses were high given how big the family was, yet their earnings weren't exactly high. Thus, they weren't able to save much.

Because of that, their only hope was that the Carlos Family wouldn't come, or if they had to come, that it would be way in the future.

It was also pointless to blame Selina for provoking the Carlos Family. They had obviously come to slaughter the entire family previously. Peace between both parties was no longer possible.

Luke remained silent.

He couldn't exactly tell them to relax because he had killed them all, right?

But after a few days, he could contact Chris and pretend to ask for updates on the Carlos Family. From there, they would be able to obtain news of the Carlos Family's destruction. It wouldn't be too late to tell Selina about it then.

He had risked his own life to exterminate the Carlos Family. He only wished to keep a low profile for a while.

Leaving Selina to worry for a few extra days wouldn't kill her.

After finishing the dinner that wasn't exactly a joyful one, Selina drove Luke and Joseph home.

Silence enveloped them as the car sped along the road. Suddenly, Selina said, "You've changed."

Luke replied nonchalantly, "Oh? Did I become even more handsome?"

Selina giggled. "No, you've become… more dependable."

Luke looked at her. "Thank you."

Selina sighed. "Truthfully, I much prefer the previous you: a boy as warm as the sun. Now… you're becoming more and more like Robert."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Piss off. I would prefer you tell me that I've become more handsome instead of saying that I've turned into another Robert. That'll only make me less attractive."

Selina giggled again. "Fortunately, when you're joking, you turn back into the previous you."

At that moment, the car arrived at their destination. Luke got off and carried the sleeping Joseph out of the car; he had exhausted all his energy playing with Selina's siblings earlier, and was dead tired.

"Don't worry. I'm still me," Luke said as he stood next to the car.

Then, he waved his hand. "Goodnight. Drive safe."

Selina nodded and watched silently as Luke entered the house.

What she left unsaid was the fact that she had sensed something else apart from dependability from Luke. What she sensed was… bloodlust.

It was similar to what Robert had emitted the other night when he killed a bunch of gunmen.

Selina didn't know why there would be such a change in Luke after not seeing him for only a few days. It was an odd feeling which seemed to have come out of nowhere. Thus, she didn't intend to tell anyone about it.

No matter what, Luke was her partner, a partner who would put his life on the line to save her. Because of that alone, she wouldn't speak ill of him to others, not even a bit.

This wasn't exactly love; rather, this was a camaraderie between partners.

Luke entered the house, and as he watched through the window as Selina left, he sighed inwardly. "Sure enough, killing too many people still changed me. If even Selina sensed it, what about Robert?"

Luke didn't want to dwell on it. He greeted Robert, who was watching TV in the living room, and handed Joseph over to Catherine before he showered and went to bed.

Robert watched Luke's back disappear as the latter climbed the stairs, a deep frown on his face.

The next day, Luke canceled his leave and reported back to work.

All his new stat points had been used up by now.

After his strength reached 20 points, he allocated the remaining 2 points to the mental strength stat for the very first time.

His latest stats were: 20 points of strength, 20 points of dexterity, and 14 points of mental strength.

Different from improving strength and dexterity, improving mental strength made him rather… sensitive.

His mind worked in tandem with his superb physical qualities and gave him an enhanced awareness of his surroundings, and his thoughts had become much faster as well.

The biggest benefit the improvement had given him was much better control over his body.

Unlike improving strength and dexterity, the development of his mental strength allowed him to better control his body.

Even though he had only allocated 2 points to his mental strength to reach 14 points, the result was very much to his satisfaction.

Higher levels of strength and dexterity required a stronger brain to control them, and it was only a matter of time before he was forced to start upgrading his mental strength to at least 20 points.

Real life was unlike video games. He couldn't afford to leave any obvious weak point in him unattended.

After work, Luke went to practice his aim as usual. After shooting practice, Selina picked him up before heading to the gym to practice Brazilian jiu-jitsu.

During training, Luke sensed that fighting Selina felt much easier now.

He had the same strength, but with better control; he was able to unleash a force more than twice what he used to be capable of.

Now, he was able to start reading Selina's moves to suppress her even more effectively during their sparring sessions.

In this training session, Selina suffered a worse defeat than before.

After the training session, she was already drenched in sweat while Luke was only sweating mildly.

She stared at Luke in disbelief. "How is that possible? Why have you grown even stronger? You've grown so much stronger!"

Luke wiped his sweat with a towel before helping Selina put her towel away as well. He had enough energy left to continue sparring with a few more Selinas. Thus, he also took it upon himself to get the towels and drinks for both of them.

He pondered for a bit before answering, "Perhaps I'm a genius."

Selina: "Are you saying that I'm stupid?"

Luke returned to his normal life. The days were peaceful.

Before Luke could even give Chris a call, Chris called Robert and informed him of the Carlos Family's destruction.

That was right. The Carlos Family was finished.

In truth, Luke's rampage didn't kill off everyone in the family, but when the other crime family in town discovered the drop in numbers, it moved against the Carlos Family unhesitatingly.

That was how things were among crime groups in Mexico.

In three days, the remaining members of the Carlos Family were either captured or killed. Their bodies were used as a declaration of dominance to let the townsfolk know of their downfall.

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Chapter 51: Taking the Blame, Change of Workplace, and Lucky Guess

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For many reasons, the crime family that was at loggerheads with the Carlos Family also took credit for the Saprilla Club massacre.

When Luke heard that, he was stunned for a bit, before a smirk crossed his face.

With those people taking the blame for him, the numerous questions surrounding the Carlos Family's destruction would vanish. Nobody would be able to tie that to Luke.

Chris felt helpless; after doing so much work on the Carlos Family, it was the enemy of the Carlos Family who had benefited instead. That didn't feel good at all.

But no matter what, they had still contributed to the collapse of the Carlos Family. As for rebuilding the Carlos Family's smuggling route, it would take other criminal organizations several years.

Thus, they would be able to take credit for that.

Recently, Robert didn't speak much, and when he looked at Luke, it was with a complicated gaze.

Robert had a lot to say, but he left everything unsaid.

It was impossible for him to not notice something which even Selina had noticed.

Selina had yet to hear from Chris when she was trying to guess the reason for the change in Luke. This wasn't the case for Robert.

And when he thought of how Luke had randomly gone off on a trip and returned shrouded in intense murderous intent, it wasn't hard for Robert to connect the dots.

Robert had spent many years in the army and had survived a war zone. Thus, he was by no means an idiot. In fact, his senses were extremely sharp.

The only reason he had remained a chief in this tiny town was because he was tired of all the killing.

He had never imagined that after pulling himself out of a life of killing, the child he had raised would enter that life instead.

And he didn't feel like he was even qualified to reprimand Luke for that.

After all, if Luke hadn't gone on that "trip," Robert would've personally gone on such a "trip" himself a month later as well.

Time passed, and a week later, he summoned Luke to his office and asked, "Do you want to work somewhere else?"

Luke was stunned. "Why?"

Robert didn't answer. He asked again, "Do you want a bigger stage for yourself?"

Luke was astonished. "What?"

Robert continued, "If you're interested, I'll make use of my connections and help transfer you somewhere else. You're young, and I doubt you want to stay in this place and live the life of a retiree."

Luke sank into a short silence before answering, "Let me think it over."

Robert nodded. "Sure. Let me know when you've decided."

Luke didn't take long to make up his mind. Three days later, he gave Robert an answer.

Robert didn't say much about it. He only told Luke to put more effort now into learning more about everything related to his job.

Luke knew that this so-called learning period was the final stop before he moved on to the new job.

At a new place, he would no longer have Robert's protection. There, he would have to make as little mistakes as possible and contribute as much as he could.

Luke told Selina what was going to happen.

He wasn't worried that Selina would envy him for getting this opportunity. As partners who had survived death together, Luke didn't want his partner to be the last person to know that he was leaving. That would hurt her instead.

Selina stared at Luke with an odd expression for a long time before nodding. "Ok."

That reaction made Luke curious. That wasn't like her at all.

Just like that, time passed.

During this time, Luke discovered another hidden rule of the system.

This story started with Catherine's grumbles. She complained that Robert had been having a streak of bad luck recently, with numerous bad things happening to him.

Luke didn't think too much of it, but when he asked further, he found out that Robert had injured his fingers five times recently, stepped on animal shit six times, and had even gotten trash all over him after the wind blew if off the upper floor.

Fortunately, these were minor accidents and didn't hurt him much, but they still caused Catherine to worry. She even started becoming superstitious and wondered if a supernatural force was at work here. Thus, she started dragging Robert to the local church; so far, they had been there twice.

Alas, the last time they were at church, the bench Robert was sitting on collapsed, and a pointy part of the broken bench pierced Robert's backside, causing it to bleed.

Luke didn't think much of it at first, but after the church incident, he started growing suspicious as well.

Even when people had a run of bad luck, it wouldn't be to this extent. This was real life, not a scene out of the Final Destination films.

Luke kept thinking about it, but couldn't figure it out. That lasted until one day, when Robert challenged Luke to a bet while they were watching a football match. Luke turned it down.

Robert said resentfully, "My luck's been bad recently, but I don't need your sympathy. I refuse to believe that I'll never win a bet against you."

Luke didn't realize it then, but that night, when he was lying on his bed, an odd thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

And when he was on the verge of falling asleep, he suddenly sat up in bed. "Is that why?"

Two days later, when they were watching yet another football match, he made a bet with Robert, and bet on a weak team.

As expected, Luke lost the bet.

At that moment, part of Robert's list of abilities dimmed and became unavailable.

Clearly, Luke no longer met the requirements required to learn these abilities. Some of what he learned were also automatically removed from his active abilities.

Luke didn't care about that. He started observing Robert.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Robert suddenly stopped being unlucky. After a few days passed, he had only hurt himself once from touching some boiling water, while the only other minor incident was getting drenched due to a leaking pipe in the bathroom.

Compared with his previous situation of three or four minor accidents every single day, his current situation was much better.

Luke looked for a chance to enter a bet with Robert again.

This time, it wasn't a bet on a football match. Rather, it was a shooting match between the two with a wager.

Luke lost uneventfully as he wasn't even trying his best.

At that moment, all the abilities in Robert's list dimmed, and the basic firearms Luke had learned became unavailable as well.

And from that moment on, Robert was no longer unlucky.

A few days passed with no accidents whatsoever. His mood became much better as a result.

It was then that Luke knew for sure about yet another rule of the system.

To learn an ability using the super learning mode, Luke had to first defeat an opponent to meet the requirement. Without meeting the requirement, he wouldn't be able to purchase the abilities in the list.

Previously, after killing the Mexican gang members, all their abilities had become available at once.

What was the difference between those people and Robert?

The answer was simple: Robert merely suffered bad luck from a minor bet, while the gang members even lost their lives from their defeat.

That gave Luke a rough understanding of how the super learning mode worked.

The so-called "requirement" he had to meet to purchase the abilities was something related to luck, or perhaps, fortune?

The dead naturally had no luck or fortune.

Perhaps the system had judged that by defeating and killing those people, Luke had robbed them of their luck or fortune, rendering them completely helpless as the system plundered their abilities.

If that was the case, Robert's stroke of bad luck was understandable.

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Chapter 52: Houston, Transfer, and Setting Off

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Of course, this was all still speculation.

But Luke believed that he only needed to find a bad person to try and defeat instead of kill. By observing whether that person would become unlucky, Luke would be able to draw a conclusion.

Without bad luck, Robert's efficiency increased.

After Luke's fourth month in the force, he and Selina were called into Robert's office.

After Luke shut the door, Robert picked up two documents on the desk and handed one to each of them.

Luke skimmed through the document and said in astonishment, "So fast?"

Selina was also astonished. "Westside Houston Police Department's Major Crimes Division? Chief, how… how did you do this?"

Robert had a nonchalant expression. "Are both of you ready?"

Luke looked at Selina and asked, "You… you're transferring to Houston as well?"

Selina grinned and said, "Why? Are you disappointed that you can't get rid of me?"

Luke scratched his head. "No… I just don't know if you really want to leave this place."

Selina had an odd expression. "That's Houston we're talking about. It's a large city. More importantly, the salary there is much higher than what we get here."

That left Luke speechless.

Most people would want to go to a better workplace That was completely normal.

When the two were done talking, Robert said, "Ok. I don't have much to say. When you're there, do your best and don't embarrass me and our department."

Selina asked, "When are we going?"

Robert answered, "Any time you want, but no later than five days from now. We can't keep your future superior waiting for long, can we?"

Selina laughed and said, "No problem. I can set off in three days," before looking at Luke.

Luke hesitated slightly before nodding. "Sure, we'll leave in three days."

Without saying anything else, Robert waved his hand and told them to leave.

With their respective transfer orders, the two walked out of the department and got into their car.

Selina looked at the absent-minded Luke and asked, "What's on your mind?"

The question caught Luke by surprise. He collected his thoughts and said, "Nothing. I just never expected Robert to get the transfer done so quickly."

Selina nodded in agreement. "Yeah, when he told me to prepare, I thought it would take a few months or even half a year."

Luke asked, "Does it normally take that long?"

Selina smiled. "If it's a transfer as a normal police officer in charge of stuff like patrolling the streets, it only takes 10 days. But we're being transferred to the Major Crimes Division! The salary there is higher than for regular police officers!"

Luke smiled and thought, "So it turns out you're only thinking about the salary."

A farewell party was held for them. Most of their colleagues weren't jealous. After all, most of them had grown old as police officers in this town and weren't too interested in going to a new place like Houston.

There were pros and cons in transferring to a bigger city. Working as a police officer there would be much more dangerous and much busier. The competition there would also be stiffer, resulting in more stress as well.

The work environment there was completely unlike here in town, where they rarely had to work overtime. As long as they were careful not to offend anyone, they could remain police officers for a long time.

In any case, Luke and Selina weren't exactly being transferred purely on the strength of Robert's connections.

The two had performed well during the Carlos Family operation.

Against an ambush of 10 attackers with AKs, they survived and eliminated all the attackers instead.

Even Selina, who hadn't contributed as much as Luke, had still killed a gunman and held off eight gunmen all by herself at the start of the shootout.

In a situation like that, typical newbies would probably be pissing their pants in fear. Even the less courageous veteran officers wouldn't dare to face off against so many AKs.

As for Luke, his performance was so good it was almost illogical. He was a fresh graduate who had only joined the force for slightly over two months, yet he had single-handedly killed 13 gunmen during the operation, including a leader of the gang.

Not a single gunman he set his eyes on survived, and he had ultimately finished off even those who were injured.

This alone set him apart from all the officers of the department, excluding Robert.

Apart from that, Luke was Robert's godson. Nobody could do anything about Robert sending his own son away.

Thus, in their department, Luke was the person with the best performance and connections. Nobody could say anything about his transfer. Even if one was unhappy, one could only bear with it.

Luke didn't pay the others much mind, but he still needed to placate Catherine and the two children.

Ever since waking up in this world, he had lived with Robert's family.

The only reason he didn't call Robert and Catherine dad and mom was because Catherine was his paternal aunt.

Their relationship wasn't any worse than the relationship between members of other regular families.

In this family, there was the outspoken and magnanimous Robert and the kind and smart Catherine, and both had done a great job in building a happy and healthy family.

Now, the time had come for someone in the family to leave.

Luke had thought about this day many times in the past, but he never had a clear idea when it would happen.

Based on his previous plan, he was supposed to spend a few years in college. That was four additional years to act as a buffer for everyone to get used to not seeing each other everyday anymore.

But now, he was leaving for a new job at Houston's Major Crimes Division.

How busy was the Major Crimes Division of a police department in a major city? There were enough cases there to keep a person busy his entire life. Thus, Luke would rarely have the chance to come back in the future.

In fact, chances were higher that Catherine and the two children would be the ones who would go visit him there.

Although Catherine was very reluctant to part with him and was rather emotional, she didn't react too badly.

On the other hand, Joseph the brat, who spent a lot of time bickering with Luke, was the one who cried.

Claire was already in her sophomore year, so she coped better and didn't cry. But she still woke up with eyes red from crying for two days straight.

Regardless of their reluctance, the day of Luke's departure still arrived.

Luke didn't show too much emotion. He was completely calm, and left the house as if it was a normal work day; he even got Catherine to prepare two sandwiches for his lunch, before he bade everyone farewell with a smile on his face.

Today, Robert didn't leave for work on the dot. He stayed with Catherine and the two children and sent both Luke and Selina off.

They waved as the car left, and the youngest, Joseph, couldn't help asking, "When is Luke coming back?"

Robert answered, "He'll be back. In any case, you guys can go visit him during the school holidays. You can take the chance to visit Houston as well."

It would seem like Robert had just given himself more trouble with those words.

From then on, the two children would pester him to go to Houston during the school holidays.

Selina was in charge of driving. After they drove out of town, she asked, "Why am I still driving even after you bought a car?"

Luke answered nonchalantly, "Because you drive better than I do."

Selina was slightly speechless. "You never drive. When will your driving skills improve? Are you planning to have me drive all the time?"

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Chapter 53: Scheme, Reporting, and Newbie?

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Luke lifted the bag in his hand and said, "See, I even have your lunch prepared. A capable person like you will have to do more."

Selina curled her lip but didn't continue the topic. "Where are we staying in Houston?"

Luke was slightly stunned. "We? Where are we staying?"

Something seemed wrong about that.

Selina had an odd expression. "That's Houston. Do you think you can still stay in a three-story house like in Shackelford? How rich are you?"

Luke finally understood what she was getting at. His mind had been preoccupied with other things as of late. Thus, he hadn't even thought of this. He humbly asked for Selina's guidance. "What do you have in mind?"

Selina answered, "Simple: we rent a place together."

Luke nodded. "And?"

Selina continued, "By staying together, we can continue to use your car to and from work. With that, we can even save on transportation fees."

Luke thought to himself, "So this is your true motive."

Selina further asked, "Can you cook? If you can, we can save even more!"

Selina's meticulous planning truly rendered Luke speechless. Of clothing, food, housing and transport, she had accounted for three of them.

And she had factored him in as well for everything.

Selina was slightly embarrassed when she saw Luke's expression. "I don't have any other choice. I need to be careful with my spending when I'm new there. You know I don't have much savings."

Luke: "Hehe."

It wasn't that she didn't have much savings, but that many young people didn't have a habit of saving. Even middle-aged people didn't have much savings either. On top of that, credit cards and loans were extremely widespread, and people had a habit of spending first and worrying later.

Luke rejoiced that he had brought back 10,000 dollars from his trip to Mexico to test the system. Otherwise, he would probably have to eat dirt in Houston.

From his test, he confirmed that the system didn't mind when he profited from criminals.

As for profiting from non-criminals, that wouldn't fly. If he did that, he would no longer be clean. Instead, he would be a dirty cop.

Luke wasn't sure if the system would still consider him its host if he decided to become a corrupt officer.

Luke wouldn't risk losing the system over some money.

Just like that, the two set off for Houston.

For lunch, they only stopped at a random gas station and ate what Luke brought.

After the meal, Selina who had gotten bolder, said, "See, I was right. You're far-sighted; just your lunch alone saved us at least 10 dollars."

Luke thought, "Sure, thank you so much for the praise."

They also stopped at a random motel and spent one night there before resuming their journey the next morning. They were trying to reach the Westside Houston Police Department by 3:00pm.

When they arrived, they looked for the deputy chief's office, before entering to meet the superior of their future superior.

Robert had told them to look for this Thomas Park as soon as they arrived.

He had told Luke before that this person was an ex-comrade of his.

They were the best of friends who had fought together, as well as shared the spoils of war.

Naturally, Robert only told him about the former. As for the latter, that was Luke's imagination.

Thomas was an African American around 40 years old. He was slightly plump, and his position as deputy chief clearly hadn't accorded him much time to exercise.

Robert had been able to continue working out to maintain a fit figure because of his relatively free schedule working in a small town.

After the two greeted Thomas, he checked their records and transfer orders. He didn't say much to them.

In fact, given his position, he didn't even need to bother to personally meet the two detectives. However, since they were sent by his buddy Robert, he had to meet them.

Friendship could be both valuable and worthless.

But Thomas had always treated Robert differently.

He was well aware of how capable a combatant Robert was, and Robert had many other army buddies apart from him anyway.

Back then, during the war, there were over ten people alone who owed their lives to Robert multiple times over.

Some might no longer remember this due to the passage of time, but nobody wanted to be known as someone who forgot favors in their group of buddies.

Furthermore, Robert almost never asked for their help. Thus, this one favor he had asked for would naturally have a different weight to it.

Since Robert had asked Thomas to assign these two suitable positions here, he would naturally agree to it.

In any case, apart from Thomas, Robert had also pulled in a favor from a big shot. Because of that, there was no refusing this request.

It wasn't as if Robert was asking for high positions for the two. He was only asking for a transfer, while the two would remain at the same rank.

It was nothing for Thomas to assign two detectives to the Major Crimes Division.

Being a member of the Major Crimes Division was slightly different compared with other members of the police department.

Luke was still young, not even 19 years old. However, his record was rather impressive.

Killing 13 hitmen in a single night.

Someone with this on file was extremely rare, even in all of Houston.

Thomas didn't doubt the authenticity of the file; Robert wasn't the kind of person to fake his reports.

Even if Luke was no better than other newbie officers, Thomas would still agree to the transfer since it was a request from Robert.

In any case, that was a joint operation with the FBI. It was unlikely that those arrogant fellows would help fake a report just to place a police officer in a favorable light.

Even if Thomas accepting the two in his police department was an abuse of authority, he would still have the perfect excuse for that.

And that was their excellent records.

Those who questioned his decision to accept the two could freely go and challenge over ten hitmen. So long as they could break Luke's record, Thomas would be more than happy to allow that person into the Major Crimes Division as well.

Westside Department had always lacked incredibly capable combatants like these two. Thus, it made sense for Thomas to make an exception and allow these two in.

Of course, he still needed to act the part of a deputy chief. He only gave them a short speech of encouragement before picking up the phone and telling their future superior to come get them.

In truth, that was a hint to their future superior.

With the commanding officer of the Major Crimes Division picking up two new detectives from the deputy chief's office, anyone who didn't understand what that meant would be an idiot.

Everyone was very busy. Thus, Thomas and the commanding officer only had a short conversation.

After the two saluted the deputy chief and took their leave, they followed their new superior out to get started in their new roles.

Presently, Brock was rather unhappy.

Two detectives were suddenly shoved into his Major Crimes Division. Not only that, the two were clearly newbies.

Selina was a Latin American, and they were known to look younger than their age. She was 24 years old, yet looked even younger than 20.

She was full of vitality from her comfortable small town life and the amount of exercise she did back home.

As for Luke, his skin had turned extremely fair and tender after his body was enhanced by the system, which made him look even younger. In fact, he looked like a high school student.

Brock even wondered if this boy really was a proper police officer instead of a newbie whose sole experience in the force was issuing car tickets.

It was with this dissatisfaction that Brock brought the two to the office of the Major Crimes Division.

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Chapter 54: Troublemaker, Request, and Still Partners

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Although Brock was unhappy, Deputy Chief Thomas had made it clear that he had the backs of these two newbies. Thus, he couldn't cause trouble for them for no reason.

The Major Crimes Division was an extremely busy department, and the two newbies would still be of help in some way. He decided to first let them work on some less important cases.

Right after he stepped into the office, Brock called a female officer over and got her to take the two to their seats.

He then turned and looked at the two. "Selina, you'll be going to Berkeley. Luke, you'll be going to Ferrigno. Millie will bring you to them. Learn properly from them and try not to mess things up."

He was about to leave when Luke suddenly said, "Boss Brock, can we stay partners here?"

Brock's face fell. He hated these troublemakers the most, even more so when these ones had only joined through their connections.

But when he thought of Thomas, he suppressed his anger and asked, "Why?"

Luke replied calmly, "Because we were partners before this. We work well together."

Brock's expression didn't change as he said, "Oh? You work well together? Do you mean that one of you always cheers when the other issues tickets?"

A smile bloomed on Luke's face. "No. About a month ago, we worked together and killed ten Mexican hitmen who ambushed us."

Brock was stunned. "What?"

Luke continued, "The details of the operation are all in our records. I don't like to brag, but I believe you also know the importance of having a partner you can trust to have your back."

Brock frowned and hesitated slightly before saying, "Fine. Handle your affairs for now and come look for me before the end of the day."

Next, the two went with Millie and got all the procedures and paperwork done.

They got their uniforms, papers, and some money.

The money was in fact for them to purchase their equipment, such as their service guns.

They also needed to buy their batons, belts, holsters, and even riot control equipment, with the money issued to them.

So long as their equipment was in accordance with police regulations, it didn't matter where they bought them from.

Then, they returned to their desks and started cleaning them with some cleaning tools which they got from Millie.

Both of them seemed to be on the same wavelength as they once again selected two desks in one corner of the office.

This part of the office was rather dark and didn't get any direct sunlight. Thus, it was still empty.

They selected two tables that were at the farthest end in the corner; even the nearest occupied table was about four meters away from them. Thus, they had more privacy in this little corner of theirs.

Selina was happy to find that she could join two chairs together to make a makeshift bed and sleep here without anyone even noticing.

The two cleaned quickly, and with the help of Luke's high dexterity, they were done cleaning in half an hour.

After that, Selina volunteered to return the cleaning tools. After all, she hadn't even cleaned half the amount that Luke had. Thus, she decided to do her part this way.

Brock had just finished reading their files. He was filled with shock.

Killing 13 AK-wielding hitmen in a single night – a kid who wasn't even 19 years old had accomplished something like that? It was simply unimaginable.

But Brock had no choice but to believe what he read.

It was clearly written in the file that this had been a FBI-led operation. Luke and the police department had only been there to provide assistance.

The FBI wouldn't allow Luke to take the credit if he hadn't actually done all that.

Selina's record was much milder in comparison.

Even so, this beautiful woman in her 20s had still fought back against ten hitmen holding AKs. She survived that, and had even taken down one of the attackers.

Her courage and combat prowess were things that the female detectives in Brock's Major Crimes Division didn't have. One or two of the men might be able to do the same, but those were all veterans with over ten years of experience in the force.

It came as a surprise to him that the two new detectives shoved into his division were actually two capable officers instead of some useless, well-connected newbies.

Of course, to solve cases in the Major Crimes Division, combat prowess alone wasn't enough.

But no matter what, the Major Crimes Division would still welcome such capable combatants with open arms.

With Luke's record, whenever there were major cases which involved dangerous criminals in the future, they could unleash him on them.

They wouldn't even need him to repeat the feat of single-handedly killing 13 people. He just needed to get rid of the random two or three tricky opponents during their operations, and enemy morale would collapse.

When Brock thought this, his annoyance at Luke for speaking out earlier vanished.

One couldn't survive in the Major Crimes Division simply by currying favors.

The most important thing here was one's capability, and second to that was the manner in which one handled things.

Brock might still suppress or be unfair toward a capable subordinate, but he would never get rid of one.

That was something only an inexperienced superior would do.

So long as the subordinate obeyed his orders and remained useful, Brock didn't mind tolerating Luke's odd temper. In any case, Luke was backed by Deputy Chief Thomas.

Thus, Brock decided to try letting Luke do his own thing.

At this thought, Brock raised his head and scanned the office. Soon, he found the two in a corner of the office.

The two were nearly done cleaning up. Brock observed that the two didn't talk much but still work well together even when cleaning. They swiftly cleaned their desks.

And after they were done, without even speaking, Luke gathered the cleaning tools together and sat down, while Selina picked them up and walked away.

Brock was amazed by what he saw. Luke indeed hadn't been bragging. The two really worked very well together. Thus, it was understandable why they would rather remain partners.

Brock stopped looking at them and reached a decision. He then picked up his phone and told Millie to send the two into his office.

When the two entered, Brock didn't bother with pleasantries. He got straight to the point and told them they could remain partners. However, if they couldn't perform well, they would have to split up and learn from the more experienced detectives.

This time, Brock no longer viewed them with disregard like before. He paid close attention to their expressions when he spoke.

Joy could be seen on Selina's face, while Luke only smiled as he thanked Brock.

Brock was startled by Luke's reaction.

As the commanding officer of the Major Crimes Division, Brock had great observational skills and was very good at seeing through a person.

Now that he was paying close attention to the two, he easily realized that of the two, the boy Luke was the leader.

Similarly, Luke was the calmer person of the pair, and even the smile on his face was merely a facade. None of his true emotions leaked out; he was merely being polite.

Brock decided then that he needed to pay even more attention to Luke. As for Selina, he only needed to pay her a little bit of attention. After he was done talking, he told the two to leave.

Since the two had just arrived in Houston, they needed to deal with the problem of accommodation.

Brock told them to ask Millie for help. Millie in fact working in an administrative capacity in the department, focusing on logistics.

Millie was indeed good at what she did. She didn't need to ask anyone else; after poking around on her computer for two minutes, she printed out a list of houses for rent. All the available houses were located near the police department, suitable for Luke and Selina.

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The two thanked Millie before leaving the department together.

The department had given them three days to get settled before they had to officially start work.

That was because the Major Crimes Division was very busy, and the moment they started, they wouldn't have the time to properly settle down. That was why they were given a grace period first to get everything done.

The two didn't tarry; they spent half a day visiting eight houses they shortlisted, and ultimately settled on a two-bedroom apartment near the police department.

The biggest benefit of the place was the relative quiet of the area: there was no major traffic or large crowds anywhere near them, the only road close to the apartment being a tiny one at the back of the building.

The apartment building was rather old but still clean. The two bedrooms were rather tiny at about 10 square meters each. The living room was also rather small at around 20 square meters. The entire apartment was about 50 square meters in size.

Fortunately, the apartment was rather cheap, and with them splitting the rent, it was even cheaper.

After signing the rent agreement, they started moving their things from the car into the apartment.

The trunk and the backseat were crammed full of luggage, most of them belonging to Selina.

Luke truly couldn't understand why Selina had brought so many clothes and shoes even though they would be wearing police uniforms anyway.

Selina rolled her eyes when she heard what she thought was an idiotic question. "Please, we're joining the Major Crimes Division. Most of the time, we won't be in uniform. Why can't I wear something pretty then? It's not like I'm going to go to work in hot pants or something."

That left Luke speechless.

He had only brought a few casual clothes with him, and had left home with only one suitcase.

As for Selina, she had five suitcases, and had supposedly already tried her best to cut down on her luggage before reaching this number; there had initially been eight suitcases, most of which contained her so-called pretty clothes.

After they were done moving, Luke was too lazy to go out, so he ordered food instead.

After they ate, they took a short break before heading off to the supermarket.

They only had some basic electrical appliances in their apartment, and still had to buy more themselves.

Luke didn't have much to buy, but Selina bought a lot of stuff.

As she shopped, Selina didn't forget to stare at the price tag sadly and comment, "This thing is as much as an entire week's worth of my salary."

Luke could only remain silent.

He couldn't exactly offer to pay, right?

If he dared to offer to do so, Selina would really think that he was trying to court her.

Otherwise, why would he offer to pay for her cosmetic stuff?

Just look at her shopping cart. There were even tampons in there. Apart from boyfriends or husbands, men would rarely buy this stuff for women.

When they returned home, they didn't continue cleaning the place. Rather, they only carried their own things into their respective rooms before washing up and going to bed.

The next day, they headed to work.

When they arrived at the department, a few detectives could be seen in the Major Crimes Division's lounge. Some were here early while some had been here working through the night.

Only two people bothered to nod at the two in greeting.

Half an hour before work officially started, Brock arrived.

When he saw that the two had arrived early and were full of vigor, he was pleased.

From this, he could judge that these two at least weren't the type of troublemakers who liked to do things unconventionally. Generally, the more capable a person was, the more unconventional they tended to be.

In fact, they had a few of these capable yet unconventional detectives in the team. Those old foxes would only follow police procedure at the barest minimum required in order to get the job done; as far as they were concerned, the other procedures were as good as nonexistent.

Of course, that was also partly due to the relative freedom which members of the Major Crimes Division had. Most of the time, when things got busy, they would have to work several days in a row without rest. Thus, they didn't even work regular hours like the other police officers.

Brock waved at Luke and Selina and called them over to his office.

He cut straight to the chase when they entered. After all, he was also a very busy person. He searched his desk for a bit before taking out a file and tossing it over to Luke. "This case is now yours. Report back to me when there's progress. If you encounter something you can't solve, come find me as well. Any questions?"

Selina wanted to take a look at the file, but Luke merely smiled and said, "Yes, sir."

Brock waved his hand. "Since you're working for me, do the same as everyone else; just call me 'head.' Alright, get started."

Luke agreed before walking out. Selina did the same as well.

Inwardly, Brock mused to himself, "Indeed, the younger one is the leader."

In truth, that wasn't too weird.

When a man and a woman were partnered together, the man tended to be more suited to lead, while the woman was more suited for support. After all, women were generally better at networking and diplomacy, while men were better in combat situations and were more intimidating.

But then again, the boy looked too young. Could he intimidate the people they had to deal with? But Brock immediately tossed the thought aside.

He was a commanding officer, not a nanny; they would have to solve that sort of problem themselves. If they couldn't do something like that, they might as well quit the Major Crimes Division.

When Luke and Selina returned to their desks, they opened the folder. Luke sat in his own chair while Selina came over and sat on the armrest. Just like that, the two studied the file.

A homicide had happened in an apartment at 39, 107A Street, Westside. A woman had been killed there.

The division had received this case yesterday at the same time that Luke and Selina had arrived.

The Major Crimes Division had always been stretched thin in terms of manpower. With two new detectives in the team, Brock decided not to bother the others with the new case, and handed it to the pair instead.

After going through the file, Luke picked up his jacket, put it on, and covered his gun before saying, "Let's visit the scene."

He couldn't be bothered waiting for the autopsy report. In a major city like this, the forensic department would usually be extremely busy. It was very common for a report to take maybe a month or two if the case wasn't a priority. In fact, it might take as long as half a year.

Yes, this was never portrayed in TV shows.

In reality, the number of cases actually solved in the United States with the help of forensics was less than 5 percent.

Most of the time, cases were solved through actual police work; forensics only helped to give supporting evidence.

Generally, if the police couldn't find any leads in a case, they would have no choice but to classify it as a cold case.

Perhaps a day would come when the criminal would strike again, and leave behind some new clues. Only then would there be a chance to solve the cold case.

The two went to the parking lot and hopped into a police car.

This was the treatment accorded to members of the Major Crimes Division, but since Brock had yet to fully accept Luke and Selina, they couldn't openly take the car for their personal use. It was fine to occasionally drive the car back home, but if they did it every day, there would be complaints.

They got in the car and took 40 minutes to reach 39, 107A Street.

When they arrived at the scene, both of them observed their surroundings. Although it might not help with the case, police investigations were oftimes concluded with the discovery of something minor and overlooked.

This was an old apartment building that was at least 30 years old. The mottled walls and the outdated doors and windows were proof that this wasn't a place of the wealthy.

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Chapter 56: Witch, Missing Body, and Malfunctioning Surveillance Cameras

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Naturally, there weren't any surveillance cameras in these old apartment buildings.

The only security measure the apartment building had was an elderly lady who watched the main entrance. She was about 60 years old and still looked quite spirited despite her age.

Luke mused that this granny here definitely wasn't as terrifying as Granny Lucy.

Selina went over and showed the granny her badge wallet with the new badge on it. On one side of the wallet was a police badge while on the other side was an ID card; they were most commonly issued to officers dressed in civilian clothes.

The granny remained calm and wasn't shocked to see the police. When she heard that they wanted the key for the apartment where the murder had happened, she fished out a key from behind her. "This is the only copy I have. Remember to return it when you're done."

Selina thanked her with a smile.

The two then headed up the stairs to the third floor.

Old apartment buildings like these didn't even have elevators.

When they arrived at apartment 305, they saw cordon tape over the door. Selina casually removed the tape and opened the door with the key.

The two then entered.

Forensics was already done with their work here. Thus, the two no longer needed to put on gloves, and only needed to be sure not to touch anything they saw in the room.

Looking at the human figure outlined on the floor, Luke said, "You check around here. I'll go check the bedroom."

After Selina nodded, Luke went to the bedroom.

The body had been discovered in the living room, and the bedroom wasn't exactly the first crime scene. Thus, the bedroom was still largely the same as before.

Luke scanned the room before raising his voice. "Selina."

Selina walked over, and when she saw the bedroom, she was somewhat horrified as well.

"So, have you investigated cases before which involved someone like this?" Luke asked with an odd expression on his face.

Selina shook her head. "No – not many people in our town believe in such superstitions."

"Do you know what these things are?" Luke asked.

Selina scanned the room before shaking her head. "There are only a few voodoo items here. I'm not sure what the other items are, but whatever the case, the things here definitely don't belong to a regular religion."

Luke nodded. "Fine. Looks like our victim is a witch."

As the two were speaking, Luke's phone rang. He answered, and after a while, he said, "Got it," before hanging up.

Selina asked, "What's up?"

Luke replied, "Let's go. Our witch's body is gone."

Selina said, "What?"

When they went back downstairs, Selina returned the key to the granny. She also passed her a name card, telling her to call them if she recalled anything. Then, the two got back into their car.

In the car, Selina asked, "What's going on? How did the body go missing?"

Luke replied, "The coroner was about to conduct an autopsy on the body. Right before starting, he went to the toilet, and the body was already gone by the time he got back."

Selina asked, "Anything on the surveillance cameras?"

Luke replied, "No idea. We'll have to check the footage ourselves. It was Brock who called me. He told us to take on the case of the missing body as well. After all, the disappearance of the body might be related to the murder."

Selina was somewhat disappointed. "Sigh, I thought she had been resurrected or something before she used her magic powers to teleport away."

Luke replied, "If that really did happen, I don't think we'd be able to keep the case for ourselves."

Selina asked, "Who would take over the case then? FBI?"

Luke had an odd expression as he muttered, "No, S.H.I.E.L.D."

Selina asked, "What?"

Luke replied, "Heh, nothing. Eyes on the road."

When they arrived at the forensics center, the two entered after showing their police IDs.

When they arrived at the morgue, they looked for a coroner called Tom before telling him why they were there.

Tom was a middle-aged Caucasian, and he was somewhat soft-spoken even though he looked very forceful whenever he spoke.

Even when he was dealing with two detectives who were obviously newbies, he didn't grow cocky. Rather, he told them everything that had happened.

In truth, there wasn't much he could tell them anyway. What Tom spent three minutes telling them was the same as what Brock had told Luke.

In the morning, Tom had a cup of coffee before work. Next, he felt nature's call, so he went to the bathroom. When he returned, he found that the body on the autopsy table had already disappeared without a trace.

Luke remained silent and allowed Selina to continue questioning Tom.

Tom was a man, and was most certainly happier to cooperate with a pretty woman like Selina instead of a man like Luke.

"Where's the security footage?"

Tom replied, "The surveillance cameras broke down last night. Someone was here to fix them this morning, but they were still down when the bodies went missing."

Luke interjected, "Who's the one who fixed the cameras?"

Tom blanked out slightly, as that was the first time Luke had asked a question since he arrived.

But he still answered honestly, "No idea. Logistics is in charge of that. You can try asking them."

Selina then stuffed her notebook into her pocket and a wide smile bloomed on her face. "Thank you, Tom."

The smile dazzled Tom somewhat as he nodded blankly. "Ah, sure, d- don't worry about it. You're most welcome."

Then, the pretty Latina waved at him before leaving the room.

Selina jogged to catch up with Luke before saying, "What do you think?"

Luke replied, "Let's first figure out what happened to the surveillance cameras. It's too much of a coincidence. Do you still remember what Robert told us?"

Selina tilted her head as she said, "When solving cases, many coincidences are in fact no coincidences?"

Luke nodded. "Therefore, we need to figure out how the surveillance cameras broke down."

After Selina asked two people for directions, they finally found the logistics department, and she told them the reason why she and Luke were there.

The person in charge here was a policewoman. Thus, Selina moved aside to let Luke take charge of the questioning this time.

The two had long reached a sort of tacit understanding.

Generally speaking, Selina would be in charge of communicating with men when it was safe to do so, and Luke would be in charge of communicating with middle-aged and old women. That was his job because of his pretty and tender face.

With a wide smile on his face, Luke told the policewoman what they were there for.

When the policewoman saw the handsome young man with a wide smile in front of her, she immediately had an amiable impression of him.

After taking a look at Luke's ID, she told him the name of the company in charge of maintaining the surveillance cameras.

Wales Dalick Electronic Communications Company.

This was the name of the company in charge of maintaining the surveillance cameras in this building. Luke borrowed the office phone and called the company.

After he identified himself, he asked a few questions before waiting and listening to the answers he got with an odd expression on his face.

After ending the call, he thanked the policewoman again before he and Selina left.

Selina asked, "What's going on?"

Luke replied, "The person on the phone told me they didn't receive any calls from the forensics department yesterday, and they didn't send anyone here today either."

Selina: "Huh?"

Luke grinned. "Interesting. Let us…"

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Chapter 57: Case Gone, and the Walking Dead

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Suddenly, Luke's phone rang. He answered the call, talked a bit, ended the call, and sank into silence.

Selina was driving. She glanced at him and asked, "What now?"

Luke had an odd expression. "Deputy Chief Thomas called me. He told us the case has been handed off and we can stop working on it."

Selina asked, "Handed to who?"

Luke replied, "FBI."

When the two returned to the police department, they saw four people come out, with one in the lead while the other three followed closely behind. All four wore black suits and sunglasses, and had solemn expressions; they looked like gang members from a movie.

The four walked past Luke and Selina.

Luke and Selina returned to the Major Crimes Division and headed straight to Brock's office.

When they returned, Brock nonchalantly asked, "Anything?"

Luke had an odd expression on his face once again. "Boss, the case has already been handed off by Deputy Chief Thomas. We're here to report to you."

Brock was stunned. "Handed off? Why wasn't I told? Did the deputy chief tell you that?" His face turned unsightly.

It was improper for the deputy chief to get involved in his subordinates' cases.

After all, if the higher management got personally involved in everything, what was the point of having commanding officers like Brock? Were they just puppets?

Luke thought about it and said, "In fact, not long after we arrived at the forensics department to investigate the missing body, we received a call to stop."

Brock nodded. That made him feel better. At the very least, these two were as clueless as he was.

He picked up a different file from the table and said, "Work on this case, then," and waved his hand to tell the two to leave.

Luke and Selina hmmed in response and left.

Outside, Selina whispered, "Looks like Brock's quite angry."

Luke answered, "I doubt he's angry at us. Well, forget it. Let's look at our new case."

They went back to their desks and opened the file. Selina was immediately shocked at its content. "What's the meaning of this? Are you sure that Brock still isn't prejudiced against us? Look at the kind of case he's given us."

Luke still remained calm. After skimming through the file, he said in a low voice, "It isn't necessarily because he's prejudiced against us. This is Houston; even weapon smugglers wouldn't resort to a shootout with the police. Did you notice that the final destination of these smuggled weapons is Mexico?"

Selina gave it some thought but was still unhappy. "We might have fought a Mexican cartel before, but that doesn't mean that we know Mexico well. Why are we getting a case like this? This is our first day at work! We don't even have any resources for gathering information!"

Luke nodded. "We no longer have Robert backing us up, so we need to think of a solution ourselves. Since we don't have any information, we'll have to look for it ourselves. A network of informants is something that takes time to grow, anyway."

At that moment, Selina suddenly thought of something, and decided to stop talking.

In truth, the main reason the two of them didn't have any informants was because of Luke's request for them to remain partners.

Otherwise, they would each be following a veteran detective, and would be able to make use of the information resources available to the veteran detectives they were following. They would then have the time to slowly grow their own network.

Luke had long seen this coming.

Of course, he was more willing to continue working with Selina. That was because he believed that Selina would support him unconditionally.

With Selina following his lead, both of them would share the credit when they solved cases, but following the system's calculations, his contribution rate would certainly be higher.

If he had to work with a veteran detective instead, he would be the one following the other person's lead. His rate of contribution from solving cases would then be greatly reduced as a result.

The two didn't tarry, and left in their car again.

That was what a normal work day for a detective in the Major Crimes Division was like.

To be promoted and to get a raise, they would have to work hard. There was so much work to be done that they would never be able to complete whatever was available.

After leaving the department, they grabbed a meal at a fast food restaurant.

This was a Mexican fast food restaurant.

At a Mexican restaurant, they naturally ordered some tacos, with meat and spicy sauce.

Both of them found this an extremely delicious meal.

Selina's parents were Mexicans through and through. Thus, they had Mexican food at home most of the time.

In Luke's previous life, he was from Sichuan, China. Thus, he had a deep love of spicy food.

Selina had two tacos while Luke had four. They spent almost 40 minutes eating.

After the meal, when they got back into their car, Selina asked, "So? Noticed anything?"

Luke replied, "Um, the tacos here are decent, but slightly worse than Sandra's."

Selina rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright. My mom isn't here. You can stop buttering her up." She might be saying that, but inwardly, she was still happy to hear Luke praising her mom.

Luke grinned and moved on from the topic. "Everything looks normal. But we were only there for a meal. If we could find something so easily, the case would've been solved long ago. Let's take a spin around the area instead."

The new case they had gotten had to do with arms trafficking, and it was suspected that a Mexican gang was behind it.

This was why Selina believed that Brock was prejudiced against the two of them.

These gangs varied in size, from several dozen to hundreds of members. Two newbie detectives without an information network wouldn't be able to deal with such a gang.

Luke, however, didn't share her thoughts.

Perhaps Brock was thinking of putting them in their place, but he certainly wasn't expecting the two of them to solve the case right away.

If they did manage to solve the case so easily, wouldn't that make the other detectives in the team look stupid?

In fact, the case had been with them for over two months. The detectives in charge of this case previously had been transferred off it to work on another urgent case. Evidently, everyone believed it was unlikely that this case would be solved.

As Selina drove, Luke never stopped observing their surroundings.

Suddenly, his face went blank as a familiar yet unfamiliar face seemed to walk past out of the corner of his eye.

It felt familiar since he seemed to have seen that face before.

It was unfamiliar because he couldn't recall who that person was, so he was sure that it was someone he didn't know.

The car continued moving for a few dozen meters before Luke suddenly said, "Turn around."

This was the advantage of their good teamwork. Selina turned without any hesitation. She merely asked, "What did you find?"

Finally, Luke recalled who that face belonged to. An odd expression surfaced on his face as he said, "I think… I saw the walking dead along the road just now."

Selina didn't doubt his words. Rather, she asked curiously, "Who?"

Luke took a deep breath before saying, "Do you remember our previous case? It's the dead witch… I saw her walking along the road."

Selina's hands trembled as she nearly crashed the car from her shock. "WTF?"

That was quite horrifying to hear.

How could a dead person be walking along the road? Was this a ghost encounter or something?

She quickly steadied her hands and drove faster. At the same time, she also started scanning the area as she drove.

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Chapter 58: On Our Side, and FBI?

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A red flash appeared in Luke's line of sight as he quickly turned his head and said, "Slow down. She went into the street on the left."

This time, Selina no longer reacted excessively. She turned around at a normal speed before driving toward the street Luke mentioned.

When they arrived, the street was completely empty.

All they could see was an untidy street devoid of people and illuminated by bright sunlight.

After thinking for a bit, Luke drew his gun and checked it quickly before stuffing it back into the holster. "Let's get out and take a look around."

Although the case had been taken away from them, it now involved the resurrection of the dead.

How could Luke resist something so interesting?

He made sure Selina was behind him before he took the lead in the search.

Selina asked, "Where?"

Luke's gaze landed on an old iron door and said, "She went in there."

Selina asked, "Do we go in as well?"

This time, Luke hesitated.

They didn't have a warrant. If they entered however they wanted, they might receive complaints as a result. Moreover, entering the building would also put them in more danger.

Taking Selina into such danger for the sake of his curiosity was certainly something he needed to think about properly before making a move.

Just as he was thinking, his keen hearing caught wind of some sounds coming from behind the iron door.

"Hide," he whispered.

Selina immediately hid behind the car while Luke quickly stepped forward and hid next to the iron door.

After a few seconds, the door was kicked open.

An AK poked out the door, before a person rushed out.

Without any hesitation, Luke reached out with both hands. He grabbed the AK with one hand before grabbing the hand holding the gun with the other. Then, he flung the person down.

The person holding the AK was thus slammed to the ground.

This was the benefit of Brazilian jiu-jitsu. It could be used to either subdue or injure the opponent.

This person was wielding an AK in a large city like Houston. He clearly wasn't a law-abiding citizen.

When Luke looked at the person now lying on the ground, he immediately realized something.

This person was a Latino, and from the vicious tattoos all over his body, this person looked nothing like a normal law-abiding citizen.

Luke was about to crouch down and inspect this person when footsteps sounded from inside the building again.

He frowned.

The person he had slammed into the ground had in fact run out in a disorderly fashion with a flustered expression.

This time, the footsteps he heard were rather subdued and calm, signifying that the newcomer was a well-trained person who could control his pace even when running.

Luke picked the person up from the ground and hid behind him as he strained his ears and focused on the approaching footsteps.

The footsteps suddenly stopped. Luke's heart thumped as he counted to two silently before pushing the person he was holding toward the door.

At the exact same moment, someone jumped out the door as well. The newcomer crashed into the person Luke tossed over, and the two were immediately tangled up together.

At that moment, Luke raised the AK and shouted, "HPD! Freeze!"

The newcomer was by now on the ground. When he heard the shout, he was slightly stunned. When he saw the AK Luke was holding, his face was filled with disbelief. "Who are you trying to fool? No police officer in America uses an AK!"

Nevertheless, with an AK pointed at him point blank, he naturally didn't dare move.

At such a distance, the AK could easily kill him.

He quickly begged, "Please don't fire."

Luke strained his ears and didn't hear any other footsteps, but heard some gunshots instead.

Luke said, "Selina, show him your badge."

The person on the ground blanked out. "He's really a cop?"

A short time later, someone walked out behind him. When he looked at her, he realized that she was a pretty woman holding a Glock 23.

In her hand was a wallet which clearly showed her badge and ID.

The person on the ground finally heaved a sigh of relief. "We're on the same side. I'm from the FBI."

Luke wasn't shocked to hear that, but Selina was.

Luke didn't seem to care. "Drop your gun. Right now."

That person helplessly dropped his gun.

"Keep your hands up," Luke continued.

That person did as told.

Only then did Luke step forward to kick the gun away before saying, "Lie on the ground, face down."

The person cursed. "Can I show you my badge?"

Luke replied, "No. Get down, now."

That person had no choice but to obey.

The moment he did that, Luke stepped forward and pounced on him before cuffing the person's hands behind his back.

Getting his hands cuffed was rather painful, but the man could only say, "I have my badge with me. It's in my chest pocket."

Luke reached inside and took out a badge.

Indeed, he found the FBI badge and ID, and they didn't look fake.

"Selina, make a call to the department and have them verify this ID," Luke said.

Selina walked over, picked up the ID, and took out a phone from Luke's pocket before walking to the side to make a phone call.

After a while, she ended the call. "They're verifying it. It'll take a few minutes."

The person appeared to be in a rush. "I'm in the middle of a mission. Can you hurry up? My colleagues inside are in a shootout with the criminals."

Luke had been paying attention to the sounds inside the building. He had indeed been hearing the occasional gunshot.

In fact, he already knew who this person was.

Standing there, when Luke looked at the person lying on the ground, his heart thumped.

Surprisingly, he had encountered a major world organization, just like that.

System: You have defeated Cheney Spiegel. You may now learn all his abilities.

Cheney Spiegel's abilities list: Basic firearms, basic combat, basic information analysis… and so on.

All that wasn't the point.

Luke had a habit of messing around with the system whenever he was free, to figure out how the system operated.

Progress had been slow, but he had still found some hidden functions.

For example, after he unlocked an ability, he could actually see a short description of the ability. But the description would only show up upon his request.

Robert's basic firearms had a description stating that this ability was a product of his time in the United States military. As for Salazar's basic special combat, the system indicated that this was the product of his time in the United States SWAT.

Presently, this was what Luke saw in this person's abilities list: Basic firearms (product of S.H.I.E.L.D.), basic combat (product of S.H.I.E.L.D.), basic information analysis (product of S.H.I.E.L.D.).

S.H.I.E.L.D.

After a long wait, Luke had finally run into a member of this organization for the first time.

Perhaps he had seen one before, but if he had, he wasn't aware of it.

Luke's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

Cheney said urgently, "Can you hurry up? Which department are you from?"

Luke replied, "Westside."

Cheney was overjoyed. "I just saw your deputy chief this morning, the Thomas guy. You can check with him directly."

Luke finally understood who the four men in black he had seen previously were.

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Chapter 59: Evidence, Help, and Action

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This Cheney had been one of the four men in black, and they had most likely been there to see Thomas.

Luke said, "Selina, call Deputy Chief Thomas. I have his office number in my phone."

Selina did as told. A short while later, the call connected, and after a short conversation, she turned on the phone speaker and placed the phone in front of Cheney.

Cheney spoke quickly. "Deputy Chief Thomas, this is Agent Charles from the FBI. I was there when our head, John, went to see you. We're currently trying to arrest the suspect. Can you get your officers to provide us support?"

Thomas asked from the other end of the phone, "Where's your head? Get him to talk to me."

Thomas was quite helpless himself as he had never spoken to this Agent Charles before, so he didn't recognize the voice.

Luke interjected, "Deputy Chief Thomas, Luke here. This morning around 10:50 am, I saw a group of four men dressed in black leaving the department. I myself saw this person following a bearded, middle-aged person who was about 40 years old and 1.82 meters in height."

After hearing that, Thomas was finally sure that this person was from that agency. After all, when he sent them off this morning, it was around 10:40 am. He thus said, "I see, that's it then. Release him."

After a slight hesitation, Thomas added, "If possible, try to help them as well."

Luke replied, "Got it, deputy chief."

Only then did Thomas end the call.

Luke gestured at Selina as she immediately removed the cuffs from the man on the ground.

Cheney, the fake FBI Agent Charles, quickly stood up and stretched his arms. Luke picked up the gun on the ground and returned it to him. "Sorry, it's a habit of the job."

Cheney couldn't be bothered to hold a grudge. He was well aware of how the police worked in America. Luke had acted accordingly as he took his safety and that of his fellow officer into consideration.

In any case, Luke was the one who had helped him quickly prove his identity.

Cheney quickly said, "Three of my colleagues are still in there. There are also some Mexican gang members in there. Also, there's a female suspect in a red dress. Come with me and be very careful, especially when you encounter the woman in red. Keep your distance from her. She's incredibly strong in melee combat."

Luke's heart thumped as he thought, "Red dress? The dead witch I saw earlier was in a red dress as well!"

He didn't say anything and nodded. "Understood."

Then, he pointed at the AK. "Do you want this?"

Cheney shook his head. "No thanks." Things were very complicated in the building. Using an AK would only make things worse.

Luke nodded and cuffed the first person's arm to his leg to ensure that he wouldn't be able to flee even after waking up. Then, he searched that person for some AK magazines before saying, "Let's go, Selina. Cover our backs."

Selina nodded.

All three of them went through the iron door.

Cheney had only left earlier because he had been chasing the suspect with the AK, thinking that this person was their target.

But it turned out that he had been chasing the wrong person, and had gotten himself disarmed by Luke instead.

After the delay, he was very anxious. He only had three colleagues in there, and they had to face an entire Mexican gang. Apart from that, they had to be on the lookout for their target as well. Thus, they were in a rather bad spot.

The only good news was that their target was here to seek revenge against the Mexican gang. Thus, his colleagues wouldn't be facing a two-pronged attack from both their target and the Mexican gang.

After going through a passageway, they arrived at a warehouse.

This place was huge and was filled with numerous goods that were piled up everywhere, which limited their line of sight.

Luke immediately understood why Cheney had refused the AK.

In such an environment, a pistol was much better than an AK.

But Luke didn't mind.

He was far more dexterous than an average person, and after losing Robert's basic firearms and basic special combat abilities, he switched to Salazar's abilities instead.

The system was rather fair in this aspect.

So long as he met the requirement for the abilities, he could always freely switch from one person to another for the same ability.

Compared with Robert's military abilities, Salazar's SWAT abilities were far more suited to such an enclosed area.

Salazar was very well-practiced in using automatic rifles, even in such an enclosed area.

Cheney gestured at the two, and they understood what he was trying to say as he was using a common tactical gesture with them. The two then started advancing while providing each other cover.

In another corner of the warehouse, gunshots rang out every now and then, telling them clearly where to go.

Suddenly, a series of gunshots rang out as bullets rained down on Luke's group.

Luke reacted speedily as he had noticed the enemy the instant the latter raised his gun.

Without hesitation, Luke kicked Cheney in the ass and sent him stumbling to the ground.

At the same time, Luke bent low to the ground as well. Through a tiny crack between piles, he saw a pair of legs about eight meters away from him, which belonged to the person firing at them.

Bang! Bang! Bang! After three shots, two bloody wounds were left in the legs. The enemy wailed before collapsing to the ground.

Without hesitation, Luke fired two more bullets at the enemy's head, instantly silencing the latter.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, and this time, they were aimed at Luke. Evidently, killing the first gang member had put a target on his back.

Luke rolled away on the ground, bullet holes appearing right where he had been.

Luke had a calm expression on his face as he fired his AK once again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He fired two bursts of three shots each and took down two gang members.

Salazar was an expert at indoor combat like this; even Robert wasn't his match.

After the two gang members went down, the warehouse sank into silence.

Cheney remained on the ground, not daring to move too much. The shootout earlier had ended as suddenly as it had started, and he was completely shocked.

As for Luke, he didn't stop. He crouched in an odd posture like a frog as he quickly crawled around in the warehouse.

There had been more than two people firing at him earlier.

After moving away from the dangerous spot, Luke quickly gestured at Selina.

Selina instantly understood what he meant. She started firing bullets at where the gang members were taking cover.

The gang members were completely untrained, and all they did was reach out to fire their guns randomly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After moving to the other side of the gang members, Luke fired his gun and took down another person.

Again, a hail of bullets rained down on Luke's position.

At that moment, it was Selina's turn to shift positions as she fired, causing a gang member to collapse to the ground as he clutched his shoulder.

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Chapter 60: Kill Shots, and Close Range Combat

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Luke was moving to a new position, when he heard someone wail in pain before collapsing to the ground.

Reflexively, he fired two bullets into that person's head.

The warehouse then sank into dead silence.

This time, nobody dared to fire at Luke anymore.

It had only been a minute, and five of them were already dead. This was a nightmare for them.

They couldn't understand who they had offended. Why were there suddenly so many enemies?

Cheney, who was taking cover in a corner, whispered something.

Luke didn't bother to try and figure out what he was saying. There was still an unknown number of enemies in the warehouse.

He continued moving in that odd squat-like posture with his AK raised at all times.

Suddenly, someone appeared before him. Luke nearly opened fire, when he noticed who that person was, and he quickly withdrew.

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots rang out, and the bullets hit the object which Luke was hiding behind.

Luke cursed inwardly.

The one firing at him wasn't one of the gang members. Rather, it was Cheney's colleague. The entirely black suits they wore were too easy to recognize.

But why did that person open fire on Luke before making sure who he was?

Then again, Cheney's colleagues couldn't be blamed either. Luke had been slaughtering his enemies the moment he arrived. They were very nervous to see him as well.

Fortunately, Cheney noticed this, and he quickly said something while gesturing at Luke.

Luke gave him the middle finger in response.

Cheney blanked out slightly, but he understood Luke's meaning and smiled helplessly.

Luke was venting his resentment for almost getting shot by Cheney's colleague earlier.

Cheney no longer dared to look down on Luke and Selina anymore.

In a short two minutes, with Luke as the vanguard and Selina as support, not a single one of their bullets were wasted as they killed five people in a row; their efficiency in a combat situation was terrifying.

Even Cheney wondered what kind of police they were – were the officers of the Westside Houston Police Department all this vicious?

Luke took a peek and saw that Cheney's colleague was no longer aiming at him.

That person also seemed to be in bad shape. His leg had been hit, and he could only stay hidden behind cover. No wonder he had reacted so fiercely earlier.

Luke waved before gesturing at that person.

When that person saw his gesture, he understood and nodded. He then raised his gun and fired a few shots in a certain direction.

Then, Luke started scanning the warehouse, and discovered that there were reactions from two different positions.

With his dynamic vision, he was able to immediately notice any minute change. Without any hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired three shots in a row.

"AHH!"

With a miserable wail, another enemy was hit. Slowly, the wail petered off.

Cheney's injured colleague was shocked. "Shit, this officer only ever fires kill shots."

Luke didn't hesitate whatsoever as he immediately started moving quickly again. He went around two shelves and was about to head to one side of the other position where there had been some movement.

Right at that moment, a red figure leapt over two shelves and pounced on Luke like a nimble cat.

With Luke's keen senses, he knew he wouldn't be able to raise his AK in time.

Thus, he dropped the AK before leaning backward immediately and kicking out with his leg.

The red figure hadn't expected such a swift reaction from Luke. The kick landed squarely in her abdomen, and she crashed loudly into a shelf.

Luke finally got a clear look at the red figure as he immediately shouted, "HPD! Freeze!" while he drew his gun and aimed it at her.

The red figure only blanked out for a moment and Luke's gun was already aimed at her head.

"Carol Mira?" Luke asked in a low voice.

The red figure clutched at her abdomen and gasped for breath while asking, "Y- you're the police?"

When Luke saw the system notification, he was overjoyed. His expression unchanged, he said, "Yes. Westside Police Department, Detective Luke Coulson."

The woman in red seemed to hesitate as she asked, "Are you here to catch me as well?"

Luke hesitated slightly before he shook his head. "No, I'm here on a weapons smuggling case."

Carol visibly relaxed as she said, "Can… can you let me go, then?"

Luke quickly recalled what he had seen in the file, and reached a conclusion. He remained silent.

Using his free hand, he pointed in one direction.

Carol looked over and saw Selina there.

Luke waved his hand and told the woman to hurry up. Joy surfaced on Carol's face as she nodded and whispered, "Thank you."

Then, she forced herself up and crawled over to Selina.

Luke's kick made her feel as if her entire belly had been pierced through. Fortunately, she had an unique ability that enabled her to quickly recover.

As she moved, Luke's gun remained pointed at her. Since she couldn't do anything about it, she stopped worrying about him.

Luke gestured at Selina and she silently moved to one side to open up a path for Carol.

Selina had been watching Luke's back all along, and she had been guarding the passageway they had come in from.

Carol glanced at her and nodded in thanks before fleeing.

When Luke saw Carol flee the warehouse, he sighed inwardly before focusing on what was happening inside the warehouse again.

He moved to Cheney and asked, "Where are your colleagues? The environment here is too difficult. A woman in red ambushed me earlier, and after I kicked her, she hid again. Do you want to tell your colleagues to move out? Otherwise, I'm afraid I might accidentally kill them."

Cheney broke out in a cold sweat when he heard that.

He had personally witnessed Luke's skills with a gun. He was too terrifying.

Almost every time he fired a shot, an enemy would die. If his colleagues were shot by mistake, they would most certainly die as well.

Although they were on a mission, this place was indeed too unfavorable for them.

After a slight hesitation, Cheney talked to his colleagues on the radio. Next, Luke started hearing people move toward them.

He heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that.

The two people moving toward them were probably Cheney's colleagues. Another person didn't move, and that was most likely the poor soul who had been shot in the leg.

Luke whispered to Cheney, "I'll go get your injured colleague as well. Remember, tell him to hold his fire."

Cheney nodded awkwardly and spoke into the radio again.

As for Luke, he quickly found the injured person and made sure that the person saw him clearly before he drew closer.

When he arrived, he said, "Please don't aim your gun at me anymore. Keep silent."

Then, he held his gun in one hand and dragged the person by the collar with his other hand. He didn't care if the person was hurting or not as he started to drag him toward Cheney.

Perhaps Luke had frightened off the enemy, as there was no longer any sign of them. Even when Luke reached Cheney, not a single shot had been fired at him.

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Chapter 61: SWAT? DEA? IRS? Sheriff!

Cheney finally met up with his teammates. They were all surprised as they watched Luke swiftly drag their wounded colleague toward them.

How could he run so fast in such a strange stance while dragging another person along? Furthermore, Luke's grip on his gun was steady, and he stayed on alert the entire time for possible danger.

After dragging the man over, Luke said in a low voice, "His leg is badly injured. You better send him to the hospital asap, or he might die."

The four agents were led by a middle-aged man. He hesitated for a long moment, and finally gnashed his teeth. "Let's retreat and call in reinforcements."

They were about to help their wounded colleague back to his feet, when Luke waved his hand and said, "He'll slow you down. I'll take him out first. You can follow us."

Having seen how fast Luke moved with their colleague, the agents had no objections. It was a sound plan.

Seeing that they were all on board, Luke immediately dragged the man out.

The poor lad who had been shot was uncomfortable at being hauled along by his collar, but he could only hold it back.

Discomfort was definitely better than death.

Selina began to fall back when she saw Luke's gesture. She also ensured that there was no danger on their way back.

Luke followed her with the wounded guy. The three fake FBI agents covered for each other and retreated as well.

The situation in the warehouse wasn't in their favor. The wounded guy hadn't been shot by the target, but by the bandits who were trying to shoot the target. It had been a sheer accident.

While their mission was very important, they certainly didn't want their teammate to die for it.

In less than two minutes, all of them had evacuated.

Keeping an eye on the iron door, Luke asked quickly, "Our car is over there. Do you need us to drive him to the hospital? I think he'll die before the ambulance arrives."

The wounded guy had a giant hole in his leg, caused by an AK. His face was already pale, if not blue.

The captain of the agents gritted his teeth. "We can't go. Can… can your colleague send him to the hospital?"

Luke nodded. "Selina, bring the car here."

The captain couldn't help but add, "Luke… please wait a moment."

Luke turned around and looked at him.

The captain said, "You're a great shooter. We could use your help."

Luke understood him perfectly. "Selina, take him to the hospital. Call me if anything happens."

As he talked, he picked up the wounded agent, and Selina opened the back door of the car so that Luke could put him inside.

Selina reminded Luke to take care of himself, before she quickly drove away.

Very soon, a police siren echoed throughout the streets. Selina had turned on the siren and flashing lights to clear the way.

Cheney and the rest of the agents were relieved. They had one less thing to worry about now.

The captain thanked Luke. He then made new arrangements. He and one other person would go around to the other side, where there was supposedly another exit.

Luke and Cheney would stay here to ensure that nobody escaped.

Luke nodded his head to show that he understood.

The two of them hid in a corner. Luke began to check the system notifications.

Right when he was excitedly reading the information, Cheney asked in a low voice, "Luke… It's Luke, right?"

Luke nodded slightly.

Cheney asked, "Are you a member of Houston SWAT?"

Luke glanced at him and said, "I work in the Major Crimes Division at the Westside Police Department."

Cheney found it hard to believe. "Huh?"

It wasn't that he was biased against the Major Crimes Division, but that Luke's performance was too astonishing.

If all the officers in all the Major Crimes Divisions in America were as good as Luke, Cheney and his colleagues should be fired.

Their boss could barely accept the fact that his elite agents couldn't even compare with a rookie from a local police department.

Luke was amused by Cheney's look. He added, "I was transferred a few days ago. This is my first day on the job."

Cheney couldn't help but ask, "Where did you work before? DEA or IRS?"

Luke replied, "I was a minor sheriff at the Shackelford Police Department."

Cheney was dazed. "Where is this… Shackelford?"

Luke said, "It's a town seven hundred kilometers to the northwest. It's my hometown."

Cheney was so shocked that he wondered if Luke was lying to him.

They stopped talking, and the scene sank into utter silence.

Ten minutes later, three black SUVs arrived. More than ten men in suits got out. Four of them ran toward Luke.

Cheney greeted them and whispered something to them. He then said to Luke, "We appreciate your help today, and will inform Chief Thomas of your contribution. Detective Luke, you… may leave."

He was rather embarrassed. It seemed as if they were kicking Luke out now that he was no longer needed. However, their mission was highly confidential, and they couldn't just let a local detective jump in.

Luke, on the other hand, didn't react. He simply nodded and said, "Alright, goodbye." He then walked away.

Cheney was confused again. What was the meaning of this? Was Luke angry or dissatisfied?

But Luke seemed rather calm and not angry at all.

In fact, Cheney had found the young man unusually composed from the moment they met.

Watching the young man disappear, he shook his head and continued with his task.

Luke wasn't interested in staying any longer, as his attention was elsewhere.

He called Selina. As it turned out, someone had taken over from her, and she was on her way back.

Luke told her his location and waited for her outside a supermarket.

Ten minutes later, Selina arrived, and Luke got in the car.

"Where to now?" asked Selina.

Luke said, "Back to the police station. I think we need to tell the boss what happened here."

Before they got to headquarters, however, Thomas gave them a call. "You did a great job today. There's no need to report in. Get some rest and come to my office tomorrow morning."

The two of them certainly had no objections to that arrangement.

The clash that afternoon had been a brief one, but it had been as electrifying and dangerous as when the Carlos family had attacked them; they certainly wouldn't refuse an early night.

Selina turned the car around and drove home.

After they returned, they each took a shower. Then, they chilled in the living room.

Selina turned on the TV and enjoyed a soap opera.

Luke, on the other hand, studied his rewards from today on the sofa.

Mission: Defeat the Mexican military weapon smugglers and collect the smuggled items.

Completion of the mission is worth a total of 1000 experience and 1000 credit.

Since the host's contribution to the mission was 35 percent, 350 experience and 350 credit points have been awarded to the host.

You defeated Carol Mira and have access to a list of her abilities.

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Chapter 62: Carol's Gratitude, Windfall, and Cooking

System: You have received Carol Mira's appreciation. You may now learn all her abilities.

Carol Mira's abilities list: Basic self-healing (X-gene; prerequisite: 40 Strength): 10,000 credits.

Luke couldn't help but smile.

Why had he let Carol go instead of capturing her?

It was because she had been a huge surprise.

Carol Mira was none other than the ordinary woman who had been shot in her apartment. He had accepted the case that morning.

Carol was only a waitress in a restaurant and had no criminal history. It was one of the reasons why Luke had let her go.

As for why S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were after Carol, the answer was obvious.

S.H.I.E.L.D. might have noticed that Carol could come back to life. The agents were here precisely to deal with the issue.

Therefore, Carol's disappearance from the morgue might be related to S.H.I.E.L.D.. At the very least, it must've been Cheney who had wiped the security footage.

It was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s responsibility to cover up such supernatural incidents, so that ordinary people wouldn't panic.

This could explain Cheney and his teammates' operation.

However, Carol's basic self-healing was definitely one of the abilities that Luke desired most.

Since he had obtained this ability from her, he was willing to return the favor even if she didn't know what it was about.

Besides, Luke had figured out one of the system's rules.

Carol Mira's gratitude had allowed him to directly unlock her abilities.

Luke was quite excited. This meant that bad guys now weren't the only source of abilities for him.

He could acquire abilities from good guys, too, as long as he earned their appreciation first.

Putting it together with his speculation about "fortune," Luke guessed that the learning requirement might not have anything to do with stealing luck.

The conclusion was clear in Carol's case.

Luke was a police officer, not a fake FBI who had been there to catch her. After he let her go, he won her appreciation.

At that point, Carol had subconsciously lowered her defenses, which had allowed Luke to acquire her abilities.

Another example was when Luke defeated Robert in a bet. That had lowered Robert's defenses, to the point that Luke could learn his abilities.

But Robert inevitably had bad luck after that because his defenses had deteriorated.

The third example was when Luke killed criminals. He was like a hunter in that sort of situation, and everything the prey had would become his trophy as long as he took them down.

However, he had to verify his assumption first.

There was still no telling if Carol would start to be haunted by bad luck.

After analyzing the situation, Luke pondered the basic self-healing ability.

According to the file, Carol had been shot the day before yesterday and had been in the morgue until today.

She was shot twice in the abdomen — or more specifically, in her gut and her heart.

From that point of view, the speed of recovery with the basic self-healing ability wasn't very high, but Luke would never let go of such a life-saving technique.

However, it required… 10,000 credits?

Compared with basic firearms which cost 100 credits and basic special combat which cost 200 credits, basic self-healing was outrageously expensive.

Furthermore, it had a prerequisite, which was 40 Strength.

That meant that basic self-healing demanded a lot of the body's abilities.

Starting from level six, he would receive four basic points at each level, and even if they were all invested in strength, he still needed to level up five times.

The experience required to level up was getting higher and higher, and Luke wasn't sure when he could reach 40 points for strength.

Luke was deep in thought, when Selina suddenly called his name. He opened his eyes.

He then saw Selina lying on the sofa in an even more comfortable position. Her short pants were obvious under her loose T-shirt, and highlighted the curves of her body.

"What are we having for dinner? I don't want takeout anymore," said Selina.

Appreciating Selina's sexiness, Luke was in a good mood. He stood up with a smile. "I'll cook. Just wait."

Selina opened her eyes in surprise. "You can cook?"

Most Americans didn't know how to cook. Or rather, they were too lazy to cook.

The supermarket had all kinds of pre-packed meals that just needed to be heated in the microwave and were then ready to be eaten.

Their apartment didn't have a gas stove or an exhaust hood in the kitchen, but there was an oven.

Luke chuckled. "Just wait."

Selina expectantly watched Luke dig around in the fridge before he went to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Luke came back.

Selina looked at his empty hands and asked, "Where's our dinner?"

Luke replied, "I'm still cooking. You can eat something else first if you're too hungry. Do you want chips? It's a garlic and cheese flavor."

Selina said disdainfully, "No, I don't want to be dreaming about garlic."

Luke shrugged and tossed the weird-flavored chips that he had bought by accident back onto the table.

Forty minutes later, beeps echoed in the kitchen. Luke's eyes finally moved away from his laptop and he stood up.

He was busy for a while. Ten minutes later, Luke was back. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."

Selina sat up and said, "I'll take a look."

Luke chuckled but didn't stop her.

Selina rushed into the kitchen. She saw shreds of something on a chopping board and a steaming pot, but nothing else.

She returned in disappointment. "What are you cooking? I didn't see anything."

Luke said, "Just you wait."

It was Luke who had bought the pot.

Houston had a Chinatown where many Chinese lived, and some Chinese food culture could be found here. The common belief that Americans had no access to Chinese food wasn't true.

On the contrary, Texas had many decent Chinese restaurants whose businesses flourished.

The supermarket that Luke and Selina had visited before, for one, was opened by a Chinese. Besides the pot, Luke had also bought a lot of Chinese condiments.

A few minutes later, Luke went into the kitchen again, and Selina followed him this time.

Luke took out two bowls. He stirred the food inside the pot with a wooden ladle, and had a taste with his chopsticks, only to discover that it was too bland.

He poured some soy sauce into the pot and stirred again, before he had another taste.

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Chapter 63: A Superhero Comics and Movies Ignoramus

The taste was acceptable with the soy sauce.

He poured the food from the pot into the two bowls in even portions until the bowls were full.

Looking at the food, Selina was a bit dazed. "Well… It doesn't seem yummy."

Luke said, "This is for you to eat, not to look at. If you don't want it, I'll pack it up for lunch tomorrow. You can have the sandwich in the fridge."

Selina shook her head quickly. "No; although it looks terrible, it smells great. I want this."

Luke shrugged and placed a spoon into one of the bowls. "This bowl is yours."

Then, he left for the living room with his bowl of food. Selina hurried to follow him.

They sat down in the living room. Luke lifted his bowl, and in passing, switched to the news channel on TV.

Selina, on the other hand, was too busy devouring the food to watch TV.

On the TV, several hosts were discussing how promising the economy looked, and what a great investment real estate was.

Luke chuckled.

A few years later, many people would be spitting blood because of real estate. Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae, the two biggest mortgage companies, almost went bankrupt before the federal government took over.

He flipped to another channel. The host was speaking quickly next to the image of a mustached man.

For a brief moment, Luke was dazed.

"Tony Stark will soon meet with multiple corporations in Houston to discuss new space development programs…"

Luke was amused. How could Tony Stark be interested in space technology? Weren't iron robots his favorite?

Despite his amusement, he listened to the news carefully.

It wasn't because he liked Tony Stark, or because he intended to win the favor of this super magnate, but because Tony Stark was the best gauge.

As long as he focused on news of Tony Stark, he would know when the great era would arrive.

Regretfully, Luke hadn't been interested in American comics in his previous life. He hadn't watched many superhero movies, even during the years when they were the most popular.

As he recalled, the only Marvel movies he had watched were Iron Man 1, Avengers 1, and Thor 1.

He never watched the sequels to those movies.

He had only watched the first of the X-Men and Fantastic Four series.

He had watched other movies, such as Ghost Rider, Blade Warrior, Daredevil, Green Lantern and Deadpool, but he wasn't sure if they would appear in this world. In any case, he remembered even less of those movies.

It was safe to say that Luke was ignorant when it came to superhero comics and movies.

Luke recalled that the Marvel movies began with Iron Man 1.

However, he didn't intend to follow the movie plot, like many of his transmigrator predecessors might.

A simple reason: The incumbent president of America was a Latino woman, and the leader of China wasn't the person in Luke's memory.

Many things in this world were the same as Luke remembered, but there would always be subtle differences when it came to the details.

For example, Luke had investigated a long time ago, and discovered that there was no Apple Inc. here.

It would thus be impossible to become rich by buying Apple shares. Google existed, but not as a monopolizing company; instead, a search engine called Easygo claimed 30% of the market as Google's major competitor.

It might be possible to make a fortune based on his memories about certain events from his last life, but it was also possible that he would lose all his money.

Besides, Luke didn't have any initial capital, either.

It was also one of the reasons why Luke remained unknown at the age of eighteen.

On top of that, this was no ordinary world.

If he messed up, he might be serving himself up to some supervillain, if not Hydra.

Thus, Luke had been keeping a low profile up until his system activated.

His mind had been wandering, when Selina said, "Luke, darling."

Luke looked at her, finding it weird. "What's wrong?"

It wasn't good whenever Selina called him "darling," because it usually meant that she had a favor to ask.

Licking her lips, Selina's eyes were focused on Luke's hands. "You don't seem very hungry, do you? Can you give me more?"

Luke was caught by surprise. "What?"

It wasn't until then that he realized that Selina had finished the bowl of food.

"Are you… not full?" Luke asked suspiciously.

It had certainly been a big bowl of food. He had miscalculated and steamed too much rice.

Selina made a tough decision. "Just… just a little bit more. It's really delicious."

Lost for words, Luke could only give her some of his food. "Don't force yourself. I'll make you more later."

Selina nodded quickly and picked up the spoon again.

Luke had a mouthful of the food himself, and savored it for a while. "Well, it's okay. I don't feel that it's anything special."

Selina said, "Is that so? But I think it's very delicious."

Luke chuckled.

He had made this mixture by stirring together fried ham slices, peas, shreds of mushroom and carrot, soy sauce, oil and garlic with steamed rice.

Luke had also fried two eggs in the pot and put them in the bowls in the end.

The rice was slightly red, which was the color of the soy sauce and oil mixed together. It was also why Selina had said it looked terrible.

A food mix was never pretty in the first place. It was fast food for lazy people.

For even lazier people, they didn't even need to fry the ingredients, which could be sliced and steamed together with the rice.

Although it wasn't very appetizing, it was both healthy and convenient.

Luke had been rather lazy in his last life, but he didn't like restaurant food, so he had learned to cook easy meals in a pot.

Basically, the daily food he could make with a pot was enough to keep him fed his entire life.

He had been bad with knives in his last life, so cooking took him a while.

Now that he had high strength and dexterity, cutting vegetables was no longer a problem. It had taken him less than ten minutes to prepare such a pot of mixed food.

Luke chuckled at Selina's satisfied yet scrunched up expression. It wouldn't be too tricky to make food in the future. His roommate wasn't picky.

Besides, Americans had their own fried food and food mix, too; their dirty rice was made up of small pieces of chicken liver.

But of course, not all Americans could take such food; many people wouldn't eat or make it.

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Chapter 64: Chef, Non-Disclosure Agreement, and Promotion

After Selina had extra, she was too full to have any more even though she wanted to.

She could only lie there and watch Luke eat.

Watching for a while, she asked curiously, "Why are you using chopsticks instead of a spoon? Why are you so good with them?"

Most Americans had never used chopsticks. Few of them were good with such a utensil.

Luke chuckled. "Maybe I was a Chinese in my last life."

Selina thought for a moment and nodded. "Maybe. I know a few Chinese friends whose fathers cook better than their mothers do."

Luke found that odd. "All of them are better than their wives?" That was unusual, even in China.

Selina nodded. "Yes. They're all restaurant owners."

Luke was lost for words.

Most cooks in the world were male. America wasn't an exception.

It wasn't discrimination against females. As a job, cooking involved a tremendous amount of work. It wasn't just about skills, but stamina as well.

In terms of skills and stamina, men definitely had the advantage.

After dinner, Luke put down his bowl and said, "So that you don't put on weight, you should do the dishes."

Selina was too full to move, but she eventually rose and washed the two bowls.

Few men cooked or did dishes here.

Since Luke had cooked, it would be outrageous to ask him to do the dishes.

Besides, Selina did dishes in her own home, too.

Luke gargled before he continued reading the news on his laptop.

He had seen Tony Stark just now, and he intended to find out why the guy had come to Houston.

Saying that the playboy's favorite thing to do was make iron robots had just been a joke.

This was only 2003. Tony hadn't started studying iron suits yet.

Now, Stark Industries was a company that sold military weapons. Technically speaking, space technology was completely unrelated to his main business.

So why was he in Houston? It was rather strange.

However, after browsing through the news online, Luke abandoned the investigation.

Tony was now only a playboy who did whatever he wanted; he didn't need a reason to be here.

Since Luke wasn't planning on currying favor with him, there was no need to pay attention to his every move.

The next day, Luke and Selina went to work as usual.

They had to report to Thomas first.

They knocked on Thomas's office door and entered. Thomas put down his work and observed them for a while, before he said, "I read your files and knew you were exceptional, but I have to admit that I didn't expect you to achieve so much on your first day at work."

Both of them simply stood in silence.

Thomas waved his hand and said, "Sit down."

The two of them sat down on the couch.

Thomas grabbed several documents and handed them out. "Sign the non-disclosure agreements first."

Luke signed the agreement without reading it at all.

Selina had planned to read it, but when she noticed what Luke did, she followed suit.

Thomas was satisfied. Those two indeed were natural partners.

After they were done, he handed over another two documents and said, "Sign these, too."

Luke opened the document and signed again.

Selina did the same.

Thomas didn't ask for the documents back. He said, "You can read them now. Ask me if you have any questions, but don't talk about what happened yesterday after you leave this office."

They finally read the documents.

The non-disclosure agreements had undoubtedly been issued by S.H.I.E.L.D..

But the documents after that were actually… promotion papers.

Selina was a regular officer, and Luke was an intern at best thanks to his relationship with Robert.

Robert had pulled some strings and seized the opportunity to get them transferred. Finally, they had managed to rise in rank.

Now, after only one day at Westside Houston Police Department, they were both level 2 detectives.

Most officers would be jealous at how fast they had been promoted.

Selina flushed with excitement, obviously intoxicated by the unexpected promotion.

Luke, on the other hand, was much calmer.

For him, he had gotten the real reward yesterday. This was just a bonus.

He understood what this was about after reading the promotion papers.

The FBI had sent a brief on the case yesterday, and had mentioned Luke and Selina's contributions.

However, Cheney and his team were fake FBI agents. They actually worked for S.H.I.E.L.D..

It was impossible for S.H.I.E.L.D. to award Luke and Selina openly, so they had sent the brief under the banner of the FBI in order to recognize their contributions.

In the meantime, to keep them from leaking the matter, the reward had to be a generous one.

Furthermore, Luke had saved an agent and helped them kill multiple gangsters. So, they definitely had to give such an ally something more than a gag order.

Luke realized what happened yesterday after reading the promotion papers.

After her resurrection, Carol had been looking for the Mexican gangsters for some reason. As it happened, Cheney and his team had been tracking her, and had followed her into the warehouse of Mexican gangsters.

Then, the three parties were engaged in a chaotic fight in the warehouse.

Carol had a grudge against the gangsters, but Cheney's team wanted to catch her.

The gangsters had to deal with Carol, an intruder, but they could tell that Cheney's team were cops.

Cheney's team went after Carol, but there was no way that they would refrain from shooting back at the gangsters.

Just like that, the three parties had been caught in a deadlock in the warehouse.

Then, Luke came in and cleared out the hoodlums in several minutes. He let Carol go and retreated with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s team.

The confusing battle finally came to an end.

Carol was fine. The only thing she had suffered was a kick from Luke, and she escaped safely.

On S.H.I.E.L.D.'s side, one agent was heavily wounded, but the other three were fine.

The gangsters were less lucky. They were the weakest and had been shooting randomly, so the other parties attacked them first.

After the incident, nine bodies and three injured gangsters were moved out of the warehouse.

Also, given how serious the case was, the Westside Police Department had taken over the warehouse after S.H.I.E.L.D. was done and scoured the place.

A hidden bunker had been discovered, and more than three hundred weapons of various kinds, including even military C4, were unearthed.

It was without doubt a major case.

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