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 401 Well… I'm More of a Doer

Laybecker accepted the card, and wasn't surprised that it only had a name and a phone number on it.

Luke had left a deep impression on him.

Not everybody could knock out two armed criminals with frying pans.

In doing so, Luke had saved Nash and rescued Laybecker from the freezer. Laybecker had to remember this favor.

If nobody had let him out, he probably would've frozen in the freezer.

He could go on a rampage tonight and finally blow up the submarine that the Tomahawks with nuclear warheads were going to be loaded onto, all thanks to this young man.

Nodding and accepting Luke's gesture, he left with the group of SEALS. After Laybecker left, Flegg asked Luke, "Why are you here?"

He knew everything about Luke, including certain information that was confidential.

Logically speaking, Luke shouldn't be here as a LAPD detective.

Luke nodded and said, "Personal request."

Flegg looked at the three women behind him. "From the blonde?" He thought it would be someone around Luke's age.

Luke shook his head. "It's Sheerah. She made me an irresistible offer."

He didn't plan to keep it a secret.

His reward from Sheerah would be deposited in his account, after all, and it wasn't illegal.

Flegg's expression turned strange. "Seriously? 100,000, or 200,000?"

For someone who could single-handedly capture that monster Jason alive, it definitely wouldn't be cheap to hire him as a temporary bodyguard.

Luke rolled his eyes. "10,000 bucks for six hours. That's more than a month of my pay before tax!"

Flegg was lost for words.

From that point of view, it really was hard to reject 10,000 dollars.

Flegg himself only made slightly more than 10,000 dollars a month. He would've been tempted by the offer too.

Of course, ten thousand wasn't quite enough to make up for what Luke had encountered tonight.

Flegg had other things to do, and their chat was enough for him to confirm the basic situation. He simply said, "I have other things to do, I'll be on my way."

Luke nodded, and didn't ask him for help.

He didn't know this Flegg well, compared with Laybecker's warm attitude.

But thanks to Sheerah and Tyler's beauty as well as Laybecker's help, Luke and the three women were flown back to the military airfield twenty minutes later.

The moment they got off, the four of them were questioned in four separate rooms.

Luke didn't panic when he saw the wooden expressions of the two investigators. Instead, his interest was piqued.

These guys didn't seem to be from the military or the FBI, but looked more like… the CIA.

In front of professionals like these, Luke didn't need to pretend to be an innocent boy anymore.

Otherwise, they would become suspicious of him after they checked his file.

They didn't introduce themselves, and simply said that they were investigators, before they started asking him the same questions over and over.

Luke had studied this sort of interrogation before.

Plenty of the people he had killed were professionals in this regard.

The more complicated a lie was, the more thinking was required, and the more flawed the lie was likely to be.

It was basically impossible to make every little detail sound as if it was true.

But for Luke as he was now, it wasn't hard to break down the process and make things sound convincing.

After a while, the less talkative of the two investigators suddenly asked, "Detective Luke Coulson, as the most capable detective in LAPD, do you find it reasonable that you remember so little of what happened on the deck?"

Luke smiled and scratched his head. "Well… I'm more of a doer."

The two investigators looked at each other in bewilderment. Was this guy implying that he wasn't fond of thinking?

They couldn't help but check the guy's file.

Hm, killed, killed, killed…

Fine! Most of the fame which this Detective Luke had earned was from the gang members that he had killed in a few major cases.

Of course, that wasn't enough for them to determine that this young detective was brainless.

But it was possible that he really didn't need to use his brain; he just relied on good skills and guts to get rid of all the criminals in his path and crack cases!

That… was definitely weird!

He had closed a shocking number of cases. How could he crack so many of them so quickly without using his brain?

The less talkative one still asked, "But your success rate is the highest in Westside's Major Crimes Division. How did you manage that?"

Luke gave him a strange look. "Intuition."

The two investigators were lost for words. Are you messing with us?

The warm smile on Luke's face didn't change. "For example, I know that you came here in a hurry. This sir…"

He looked at the main investigator and said, "You were in such a hurry to come out here that you didn't even have time to zip up your pants."

Taken aback, the man subconsciously touched his crotch, and indeed found that his pants were unzipped. Utterly embarrassed, he quickly zipped up and put an end to the awkward topic.

Luke looked at the less talkative one again. "And this sir, you were woken up when you were asleep, and your shirt is buttoned up wrong."

This guy subconsciously lowered his head, then awkwardly covered up with his jacket.

He had been woken up in the middle of the night for an emergency assignment, and had thrown his clothes on while on his way out; of course he didn't have time for buttons.

Luke spread his hands. "But I noticed these not because I have an attention to detail, but because I have better eyesight, which is my gift. So, it's not surprising for me to obtain some minor achievements by using my gift to crack cases. The truth is that I've never been good at reasoning and deduction. I prefer fighting over thinking."

Both investigators were silent.

Luke's case wasn't rare; he was one of those who relied on his gift.

Innate gifts were a strange thing.

As experienced investigators, they had seen a lot of bizarre people and things, and Luke's case wasn't uncommon.

But as elite investigators, they certainly wouldn't let go of Luke so easily.

The less talkative one asked again, "But why didn't you fight this time? You said that you only knocked out two armed criminals, and didn't kill anyone after that. How is that possible?"

Luke spread his hands. "When I'm on assignment, I have countless LAPD police officers to back me up, but on that battleship, I was alone. I also had to worry about the safety of three women. How would I dare draw the criminals' attention? Do I look that stupid to you?"

The two investigators were unable to respond.

It was definitely the right choice not to fight on someone else's turf, not to mention that Luke had three people in his care with him.

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Chapter 402 Bickering and Gratitude

However, the two investigators were still unwilling to let it go, and they asked him about every detail again and again.

After an hour, the door of the room finally opened, and a colonel with four stripes walked in.

He waved his hand at the investigators. The three exchanged glances for a moment, before the two investigators got up and left the room with the colonel.

Closing the door, the colonel said calmly, "You can stop investigating Detective Luke Coulson."

Both of the investigators frowned. The less talkative one asked, "Why? He's a major suspect."

After a brief silence, the colonel said, "Captain Adams and General Bates called and vouched for Sheerah and this Luke Coulson."

"But this is an important case. How can they…" The other investigator couldn't help but speak up. The colonel sneered. "First of all, Sheerah was personally invited by General Bates. Secondly, Corporal Laybecker, who saved Captain Adams, was set free from the freezer by Luke Coulson after the latter knocked out two criminals. The biggest mistake the criminals made was not killing Laybecker, who finished off their mastermind and prevented the dismantled missiles from being taken. This Luke Coulson might not be a simple person, but that's his own affair and has nothing to do with this business."

Both of the investigators were rendered speechless. They looked at each other, then nodded helplessly. "If you insist, that's fine with us, but we'll make a note of it in our report."

The colonel sneered and said, "That's fine. The navy will also investigate the bodies of the CIA special forces that we found on the battleship."

The faces of the two investigators immediately darkened.

F*ck! The colonel was rubbing it in. If it wasn't because they had been exposed, would they be so determined to investigate a small fry like Luke?

But a simple check of Luke's background and the statements of all the parties involved was enough to determine that Luke had never planned to come on board until the last moment.

Furthermore, the young man had helped Corporal Laybecker out at a critical juncture by knocking out two armed criminals. If they had to investigate this person, he should be a low priority.

But there was a major problem on the CIA's side.

Among the criminals that had been killed on the battleship, a number of them, including William, the mastermind, were found to be CIA agents. William himself was the captain of a certain secret CIA squad.

Barring anything else happening, it would be the CIA who was likely to take the blame for this defection.

The two CIA investigators actually knew that Luke most likely wasn't a suspect.

But they had to try and turn him into one to muddy the waters; only then would they be able to quibble with the navy and shift the blame.

That was the reason why they had been questioning Luke over and over.

Naturally, the navy wouldn't stand by idly and let them.

Sheerah had been personally invited by General Bates. If the CIA claimed that Luke, Sheerah's assistant, was a suspect, wouldn't that mean that something was wrong with General Bates? Would the navy have to take the blame for this criminal incident?

General Bates was a powerful man, and would likely be promoted as Vice Admiral soon. Naturally, he wouldn't just sit around.

At that point, the man next to the colonel said, "Alright, fellas, you can stop arguing. Now that you have the time, how about directing your efforts elsewhere?"

The two investigators frowned. "Agent Flegg, what's the meaning of this? Is this the FBI's attitude?"

Flegg said expressionlessly, "I'm not in charge of this investigation, I'm just stating a fact."

Looking at the two investigators, he added, "We have detailed files on Luke Coulson. A word of advice: Don't waste your time on meaningless things.'

The two investigators frowned.

Flegg was obviously implying that the confidential files that the FBI had could prove that Luke had nothing to do with the criminals.

The two investigators looked at each other and helplessly left.

They walked off to find a secluded corner and make a call

In the end, their boss simply said, "Don't bother that Luke. Go speak to NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Service) about the outcome of the investigation."

The investigators were confused. "Huh? What should we follow up on?"

Their boss said, "We've learned that in William's squad, Johnny Mullah and his brother Szoke Mullah were actually loyal. They concealed themselves well and killed many criminals at critical moments. Unfortunately, Johnny Mullah was killed, and Szoke Mullah is missing."

Both of the two investigators felt that was bullsh*t.

Could anyone in William's squad be loyal? They were just a bunch of fighters who specialized in cleaning up messes.

They weren't convinced that the Mullah brothers were patriots who had risked their lives to stop William's plan.

If they had planned to betray William, they wouldn't have waited so long.

They could've leaked the plan sooner, and everybody in William's squad would've been captured

As if he knew what they were thinking, their boss explained, "Apparently Mullah's gun killed a lot of criminals, and the gun that killed Mullah was found in the hand of another criminal. Also, only Szoke Mullah had the time and motive to rescue the marines in the cabin."

The two investigators immediately got it.

One of the Mullah brothers was dead, and the other had disappeared. Since they didn't have families, it was unnecessary to even issue a death notice.

This was the breakthrough point for the CIA, and their boss wanted them to learn the situation ASAP so that the CIA could handle the bickering that would happen later.

If they concluded that the Mullah brothers betrayed William and were still loyal to the country, there would be less blame on the CIA, and the big shots would be safe.

Downplaying major events, and small fry taking the blame – this was how the world worked.

At that moment, Flegg said to the colonel, "Let me have a few words with him alone."

The colonel frowned and didn't immediately respond.

Flegg said, "Don't worry. It'll be two minutes at most."

The colonel slowly nodded.

Flegg pushed the door open and walked in.

After he entered, he turned off the camera and looked at Luke. "Now, can you tell me how many criminals you killed on the ship?"

Luke smiled. "Agent Flegg, I stand by my answer."

Flegg stared at him for a moment, and finally smiled. "Okay, you're good."

Luke raised an eyebrow. This guy didn't seem angry at all, but instead was even delighted? Flegg stood straight with his hands behind him. "I know what you're concerned about, so you don't have to answer this question. Now, you may leave."

Luke nodded with a smile. "Thanks."

Flegg turned around. When he reached the door and pressed his hand to it, he said, "Thank you for everything you've done for this country."

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Chapter 403 Wow, What a Shame

After that, Flegg walked out of the room without waiting for Luke's reply.

Luke clicked his tongue and felt that Flegg's tone was quite unusual.

He left the room, and Flegg was nowhere to be seen. The colonel simply told him that the investigation was over, and that a car was waiting for him.

Luke shrugged and walked out of the building

Sheerah and her companions were outside the building. They had been released a long time ago, and were all waiting for Luke.

Luke smiled brilliantly and said, "Okay, we can finally take a break now."

While he had been tangled up in the politics of the matter for a bit, he had finally escaped without a hitch.

They were escorted to the gate of the base by a Hummer. After walking for several hundred meters, they got into Sheerah's limo, which her bodyguards had parked on the roadside.

Luke exchanged a meaningful look with Sheerah, who didn't say much and only smiled. "I'm a little tired. I'll go home first. You can see her off."

She then smiled at the young girl next to Luke and asked, "You don't mind, do you?"

Tyler quickly shook her head. "No, no, no. You can drop me at any bus station in town."

Sheerah shook her head and didn't say anything else. She simply hinted "work hard" at Luke before she closed her eyes to rest.

After Sheerah returned to her place, Luke asked Tyler, "Where do you live?"

Tyler hesitated and said, "I… I'm from New York. They took me to the ship as soon as I got off the plane."

What made her even more depressed was that she was supposed to be reimbursed for her flight, and then paid 10,000 dollars.

In the end, she didn't get the money, and instead had almost been killed by armed criminals.

She could barely make ends meet in her career, and had been banking on this fee in order to survive for a little while.

Now, she had nothing at all except for two hundred dollars in her purse.

Seeing her hesitation, Luke realized her dilemma, and said to the driver with a smile, "To the Beverly Hills Hotel."

The driver started the limo and sped up slowly as he headed to their destination.

Tyler was rather surprised. "Ah, that's…" She was going to say that it was too expensive for her.

But Luke took out a roll of cash from his pocket and gave it to her. "Just consider it a loan."

Tyler looked at the cash, which were all hundred dollar bills. It had to be around two thousand dollars.

She stuttered, "T- then how do I contact you?"

She knew that Luke probably didn't expect her to pay the money back since he hadn't given her his contact.

Staring at her for a moment, Luke smiled and took out a card. "No need to be anxious, everybody runs into difficult situations every now and then."

Tyler accepted the card and slowly lowered her head. Her eyes gradually turned red when she remembered what she had gone through in the past two years.

It was really difficult to be famous and make a living in show business.

Her gig today might've been the start of a different path for her.

Once someone abandoned their determination, they would fall very quickly. Her job tonight would've been her first step toward giving up her dream; she had already had a vague sense that she was slowly turning into something else.

However, the unexpected hijacking of the battleship had been a huge shock, and had disrupted her future plan.

Remembering what her agent had insinuated, she looked at the roll of cash and suddenly said, "Do you think it would be better for me to look for a regular job?"

Luke was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected her to ask such a question.

Thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "You need determination and courage, whatever you want to do. You can't succeed without hard work."

Looking at Tyler's blank expression, Luke smiled. "When you make an important decision about the future, you must have a huge amount of courage and willpower; only then will you be able to weather difficulties and setbacks. You're thinking about switching jobs, but can you persevere with that decision?"

Tyler fell silent.

Luke shifted his gaze and looked out the window. "Give yourself some time to figure out what you really want, so that you won't be so quick to regret it."

The limo soon reached the hotel, and when Tyler got off, Luke said, "You can call me if you need help."

Tyler nodded, and standing at the hotel entrance, she watched the limo disappear from sight.

When Luke returned home, Selina was watching TV on the couch in a big bath towel.

Seeing Luke, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "How was her performance? Did you record it?"

Luke shrugged. "She didn't sing tonight. She spent all her time running."

Selina exclaimed and sat up straight. "What happened?"

Luke said, "Let me shower first. Did you finish your training for the night?"

Selina slanted him a resentful look. "Why do you sound like my middle school teacher? I finished, and I just came out of the shower, okay?"

Luke nodded. "Then I'll tell you after I've showered."

After his shower, he told Selina what happened that night.

But he didn't mention his speculations, like the fact that the criminals might have been after nuclear weapons, or that some of the criminals might have been from the CIA.

Selina was full of regret. "So exciting? If I knew, I would've gone with you."

After a brief silence, Luke said, "With your makeup skills, there wouldn't have been anything you could do except watch, right?"

Selina was lost for words.

As a beautiful woman, she naturally knew how to put on makeup, but daily makeup and makeup for a big star's performance were completely different.

She could only glare at Luke for exposing her shortcoming. "Can't you just comfort me and say something like 'wow, what a shame'?"

Luke nodded idly and said, "Wow, what a shame." Selina flew into a rage. "Scram!" Saying that, she got up… and went back to her room to sleep. Luke chuckled and put on home clothes, then read the system notifications in delight.

For rescuing the marines and killing the criminals, he earned almost six thousand experience and credit points that night. System: As experience has reached 30,000 points, the host has leveled up to level 12.

Extra stat points: 5.

Luke had been looking forward to this day for a long time, and he finally added the points to Mental Strength.

Mental Strength 16.

There was a familiar yet lighter sensation of numbness in his head, as if electricity was running through it.

He subconsciously took out his phone and looked at his hair in the mirror.

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Chapter 404 40 Work Hours a Week, Paid Annual Leave, and Insurance?

On the screen, Luke's hair was still there; it wasn't standing up, nor had it withered.

Very good! This was his worry whenever he added points to Mental Strength.

It was probably because a particular bald big shot had left too deep an impression on him.

He checked his stats, which were now 40 Strength, 20 Dexterity, and 16 Mental Strength.

As someone with minor OCD, Luke would make up for the last shortcoming soon, which was rather exciting.

Thinking that, he went to his workshop and started working in high spirits.

The next day, Luke and Selina went straight to a crime scene without dropping by the police department.

Yesterday, Elsa had told them again to stay away from the Elsworth family.

Old Elsworth had declared that they were going to find the mastermind behind the string of violent attacks against his family.

What Elsa meant was that even though Luke was only investigating and had nothing to do with the mastermind behind the attacks on Old Elsworth's sons, there was a good chance that he would be caught in the middle if the old man flew into a rage.

Luke could only nod his head; as expected, a smart boss was the best.

Today, both Luke and Selina could only work on petty cases like bank robberies.

In Los Angeles, robberies of banks or cash carriers happened three times a day on average, and the number of all such cases a year was greater than the total number of members of all the Major Crimes Divisions in Los Angeles.

So, these cases really were petty.

As long as the robbers didn't kill anyone, they would be out again after a few years in prison.

Luke and Selina drove to a bank called Los Angeles First Financial Bank; it wasn't a name that Luke would take seriously.

It was easy to estimate the scale of this bank from the amount of cash that it had lost in a robbery the previous day.

Yesterday, two masked robbers with revolvers broke into this bank that had just opened and looted… 3,756 dollars.

There were no casualties or collateral damage. If the clerk had moved a little slower, they might only have needed to give the two poor robbers two thousand dollars before sending them on their way.

But this was still a robbery, no matter how small the amount.

The Major Crimes Division was officially known as the Robbery and Homicide Division, so this case was their responsibility.

Luke and Selina parked on the road next to the bank and walked in with the odd customer or so.

Cries of alarm suddenly rang out in the bank.

Looking at each other, they moved faster and entered from a side door.

As they expected, another robbery was taking place. Selina was about to grab her gun, but Luke stopped her with a strange look. "Wait. That guy is holding a… squirt gun."

Selina was speechless.

While fake guns and realistic-looking toy guns weren't rare in a robbery, Luke and Selina had never seen one in person before.

A black man with a black silk stocking over his head was standing in front of the counter. He waved his hands angrily and stopped the middle-aged clerk from taking cash out. "Wait, wait. Do you think I'm here for money?"

The customers in the hall trembled as they hid at a distance. What are you here for if not money? A dream? The man holding a realistic-looking squirt gun shouted, "You think I'm such a sh*tty person? I'm here with a gun for the useless cash in your drawer? I want a bloody job! Do you hear me, you b*tch?"

Luke and Selina were both lost for words. What?

The customers didn't know what to say either.

"If I loot some money, I'll be poor again after I spend all of it, but if I have a job, I'll have precious work experience that I can put on my resume later. So, cut the crap and tell me where your manager is. I want a bloody job!" declared the masked robber.

Everybody, including Luke and Selina, was dumbfounded.

The clerk subconsciously looked at a man in a suit who was hiding in a corner. The robber looked over and pointed his squirt gun at the guy. "Are you the manager?".

The suited man nodded hopelessly. "Yes, I am."

The masked man rudely pointed the gun at him. "Now, I only want forty work hours a week, paid annual leave, and health insurance…"

Everybody was speechless.

Amused, Luke gestured to Selina, before he swiftly stepped up to grab the squirt gun of this ambitious and optimistic "robber."

"Excuse me, but shouldn't you present your diploma, resume and recommendations when you're looking for a job?" He weighed the squirt gun and smiled. "This doesn't look like a diploma, does it?"

The robber: "…"

Everybody: "…"

The farce came to an end, just like that.

While the patrol officers were on their way, Luke played with the squirt gun and said with a smile, "How creative of you to use this to look for a forty-hour job with paid leave and insurance, I'll give you that. Everybody wants a job like that!"

The "robber," whose black stocking mask had already been pulled off, was desperate. "What choice do I have? Nobody is willing to hire me. I've tried very hard to get a job, but I have a criminal record. My daughter is only a year old. I need a job to buy her formula and diapers."

After a brief silence, Luke said, "But you can't use your daughter's toy gun to steal yourself a job, can you?"

Embarrassed, the robber said in a low voice, "That's my neighbor's kid's toy. I grabbed it from him when I left."

Luke and Selina were speechless. Even your squirt gun was stolen? What a diligent robber!

Ten minutes later, the officers arrived and arrested this "robber" who had tried to steal a job for himself.

In the car, Selina remarked in amusement, "Seriously, if he's so hardworking, why didn't he start from the bottom? Is he crazy?"

Luke didn't think much of it as he drove. "Maybe he tried, but it didn't work out. He has a criminal record, after all. Guys like him can only dream of working as a bank clerk."

Selina thought for a moment and realized that it made sense.

For guys on parole, their parole officers could arrange jobs for them, but these jobs were mostly heavy labor with low pay.

Even then, they got twenty to thirty percent less of their pay; it wasn't a tax, but an unspoken rule.

It shouldn't be hard to infer whose pockets the twenty to thirty percent went into.

Those who had criminal records were more likely to commit crimes again, but not for any single reason.

However, this weird "robber" wouldn't go to jail this time.

Firstly, he didn't hurt anyone. Secondly, he was holding a toy gun. And thirdly, he had been trying to steal a job.

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Chapter 405 New Neighbors, Old Neighbors

Luke told the patrol officers to check if what the "robber" said was true, and if it was, they could just let him go after recording his statement.

When it came down to it, what this "robber" did would be considered a prank at most, and there was no need to make a big fuss over it.

It was already eleven by the time they were done with the questioning, so the both of them promptly decided to knock off work and have lunch first.

After dropping some takeaway off with Elsa, they slipped off home.

These few days could in fact be considered a holiday for Luke and Selina.

There were no major cases, and they didn't need to take the minor cases seriously. After all, Elsa wouldn't check up on them.

Passing through their neighborhood on their way home, they saw a man and a woman get out of two separate cars that were parked next to a house with a "For Sale" sign.

The young woman rushed into the man's arms.

Luke whistled. "Wow, a beautiful woman has come to our neighborhood."

Selina looked at her enviously. "Her long legs are really beautiful."

At that moment, the man lifted the young woman, who was wearing a white dress, and spun her in a half-circle, allowing Luke and Selina to see her breathtaking and perfectly straight legs.

Selina was 1.77 meters tall, which definitely wasn't short for a female. She also had a healthy and beautiful body with smooth muscles and lines; if her pictures were posted online, there would absolutely be shut-ins at home licking their screens.

But her legs weren't as pretty as this woman's.

Most women didn't have calves that long.

Even at the same height, her longer calves would make her look taller.

Selina sighed, then suddenly thought of something. "Is that the troublemaker's house?"

Luke glanced at the house, but didn't have much of an impression of it.

His interest was in cooking, but when it came to the other house chores as well as dealing with enthusiastic neighbors who dropped by, that was left to Selina.

He had no patience to deal with vapid neighbors, but in this sort of middle-class neighborhood, a good relationship with the neighbors would make life a little easier.

Otherwise, someone who didn't like him might find an opportunity some day to report him to the neighborhood committee.

There were plenty of people like these who had nothing to do, and it wasn't unusual for them to call the police when they thought that their neighbors were acting suspiciously.

Luke wasn't scared of the police. It was just that he hated pointless headaches.

He asked casually, "Is there a troublemaker?"

Selina rolled her eyes. "I'm the one who has to deal with those annoying women in this neighborhood! When have you ever cared about our neighbors? Meg owned that house before. I met her a few times, and I felt like shooting her whenever she spoke."

Luke turned his head. "Meg? I remember her. She might not be very friendly, but she isn't an addict or some vixen, right?"

Selina sighed. "No, she isn't, but you can always sense her snooty air whenever you talk to her."

Luke found that odd. "Snooty? Toward you?"

He wasn't really convinced.

There were quite a few extraordinary-looking women in this neighborhood. After all, everybody in this middle-class neighborhood prided themselves on appearances, and wouldn't present too bad a face.

However, very few of them could compare with Selina, except for the woman in the white dress just now.

Secondly, the villa that Luke lived in was one of the best residences in the neighborhood.

The house that Meg was selling, though not bad, was only worth 550,000 dollars, while Luke's villa was worth at least a million.

Whether it was home, looks, temperament or income, Meg, who was just an ordinary housewife, was far below Selina's level.

Luke couldn't understand where this woman got the confidence to look down on Selina. Selina shrugged and said, "You know, it's that weird and pointed way they talk, and how they're full of themselves. A lot of housewives here talk like that; it's disgusting."

Luke got it.

Some middle-class housewives enjoyed this sort of cryptic, veiled conversation.

But there was no way a candid and straightforward woman like Selina could be fond of that.

He consoled her with a smile. "It's fine. If you can't tolerate it, just tell her to beat it. It's not like we rely on her for a living."

Selina nodded, then suddenly exclaimed, "Karen is peeking at the new neighbors now?"

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Karen Gaffney? The interior designer?"

Selina nodded helplessly. "Yep. When will she stop with her conspiracy theories? Is it because her married life is too boring?"

Luke couldn't help rubbing his forehead too.

The villas in this neighborhood were arranged in a circle. They looked beautiful, but the land size was limited.

Luke's villa was on the fringe, and the lawn in front and behind the villa covered four hundred square meters in total. It was a lot quieter, without any buildings too close to them.

It was for this reason that Luke and Selina didn't have much contact with the other residents in the neighborhood.

As police officers, they also left early and returned late, and focused on training when they got home; they had no time to participate in any neighborhood gatherings.

They also didn't want everybody to know that they were police officers, or they wouldn't be able to avoid getting caught up in a lot of troublesome matters in the neighborhood.

For the moment, they were like passers-by in the neighborhood and barely interacted with anyone.

But there was one exception – Jeff Gaffney and his wife, Karen Gaffney.

Jeff worked in the HR department of a big corporation. Because of his personality and job, he liked to talk to people.

He was also quite good-tempered, and always greeted Luke with a smile when he saw Luke on his walk.

Though Luke was uninterested in hanging out with the neighbors, he didn't dislike this sort of sincere and nice fellow.

After a few months, Jeff became the neighbor that Luke was most familiar with.

Jeff had invited him to neighborhood gatherings several times. Though Luke tactfully declined each time, Jeff never took offense.

He sympathized with Luke's busy workload and told Luke that he could talk to him if Luke was under too much stress.

Luke appreciated his good intentions, but there was no way he would ever talk to anyone about his mental state.

Jeff was a good guy, and his wife, Karen, wasn't a bad person either. She was much better than the sardonic Meg.

Karen was a housewife as well as an interior designer who worked from home.

Perhaps, conspiracy theories were the biggest source of joy in her dull life, as she imagined a lot of thrilling possibilities to enliven her monotonous days.

That was right. This Karen was precisely the neighbor who almost called the police to investigate Luke and Selina.

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Chapter 406 Visit Old Neighbors, Enquire About New Neighbors

The reason was very simple: It was because Luke and Selina's living habits were different.

Also, to prevent people from spying on his yard, and more than that, to guard against snipers, Luke had put up a wall about 1.8 meters tall, and had installed hidden cameras inside the wall carvings.

That way, gunmen couldn't fire directly at the house from the road, and if they lingered too long around the yard, they would be caught on the cameras which Luke set up.

These precautions were understandable for two police officers.

But Karen, who was too bored, told her husband that Luke had built the wall because he was hiding something.

Maybe these two people were making meth or even planting weed in the basement.

Thanks to the surveillance cameras, Luke had found this Karen wandering around his house a lot, so he, too, had monitored her in return.

It was a piece of cake to use the long-distance sound collector to handle this couple, who weren't specialists, and Luke had easily found out about Karen's bizarre thoughts.

Resigned and amused, he invited Jeff and Karen to a barbecue in his backyard.

After he told the mistrustful Karen that he and Selina were cousins, this interior designer, with her attention to detail, finally dropped her suspicions when she saw how the house was laid out inside.

As both a woman who had been married for years and a professional interior designer, Karen knew too well what the layout of a couple's daily life looked like.

Luke's and Selina's personal items were clearly separated, which almost triggered her suspicions again.

When talking about their jobs, Luke said to Jeff in private, "Selina and I have sensitive jobs. You know, if someone spreads word of it in the neighborhood, we may get in a lot of trouble."

Jeff couldn't help but look at his wife, Karen.

Luke smiled. "No, I don't think Karen is a gossip. But can she keep it a secret from Meg?"

Jeff promptly shook his head.

Meg was a nosy parker who wanted to know everything; it was impossible for Karen to stand up to her.

Luke patted Jeff's shoulder and said, "I've hardly participated in community activities precisely because of Meg. I hate blabbermouths like that. As her next door neighbor, I believe you understand."

Jeff looked conflicted, but still nodded his head in agreement in the end.

Despite his good temper, there were times when he really wanted to slap Meg in her face.

After the barbecue, Jeff talked to his wife Karen, and this housewife finally stopped with her conspiracy theories about Luke and Selina.

After seeing the luxurious massage bathtub in the backyard, Karen, as a professional interior designer, understood why Luke had built a wall.

Most people would choose to enjoy such a good thing naked in their backyard.

It was understandable that Luke had built a wall, since if Meg ever saw him, she would certainly tell everybody about it.

Selina remarked, "In any case, Meg and her husband moving out is a good thing. Her husband, Danny, isn't a decent guy either. He hits on every woman he meets. He's a greasy and balding middle-aged man; what makes him so confident?"

Luke laughed. "You won't know until you try, right? Considering how he looks, do you think beautiful girls will throw themselves at him?"

Selina shot a glance at a certain someone. "That's right. If you're just a little handsome, girls will always throw themselves at you."

Luke noticed her expression and nodded calmly. "I rely on my strengths, understand? However, being handsome is one of my strong points, I can't deny it."

Selina was lost for words.

They bantered all the way home and continued with their scheduled training in the afternoon.

After a shower, Luke stared at Jeff's house as well as the new neighbor's house that was some distance away, deep in thought.

Selina, who came out of the bathroom a while later, found that strange. "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about the woman in the white dress? Give up, she has a husband."

Luke said helplessly, "Try and recall what the two new neighbors look like from a professional viewpoint, okay?" Selina frowned and thought for a moment. "Nothing really stands out except for her legs, right? Maybe she likes sports. Those leg muscles can't be maintained without long-term, professional training. But they're not as good as mine."

Luke smiled. "That's right, but those muscles are good enough for most combat and tactical movements, aren't they?" Selina's eyes widened. "Are you saying that they're professionals?"

By professionals, she was referring to people like them – officers, soldiers, agents – or

Luke nodded and thought for a moment. "Let's go see what Jeff knows about our new neighbors."

As a good-tempered man and a HR professional, plus his wife Karen and her conspiracy theories, Jeff knew the neighborhood better than anybody else. Otherwise, it was Meg and Danny, the troublesome pair.

Selina nodded and said, "This is the first time we're visiting them. Do we need to bring some sort of gift?"

Luke said, "Some of your cake will do. I'll fetch a box."

Selina hesitated. "Can't we give them a handicraft or something? Your gun models will work, right?"

"Jeff's twin daughters are in middle school. Do you think it's appropriate to give them gun models?" Luke rolled his eyes.

Besides, those models were experimental products Luke had made with Tony Stark's abilities. There was no way he could give them away.

"Fine, I'll compensate you with a huge feast for dinner tonight, alright?" said Luke.

"Deal." Selina's attitude immediately changed.

Luke choked, feeling that he had lost this round.

Ten minutes later, they pressed Jeff's doorbell.

A moment later, there was the vague sound of Karen rambling. "Ah, please sit down. A lot of our neighbors tend to drop by. Just make yourself at home… ah, it's you?"

Looking at Karen, whose mouth was wide open, as if stupefied, Luke smiled and said, "Good afternoon, Karen. It's been a long while since we caught up with Jeff. I hope we're not interrupting anything?"

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Chapter 407 Three-Way Conversation and Awkward Scene

Karen collected herself after her shock, and quickly shook her head. "No, no. The new neighbors are visiting us too. They're in the living room."

Luke was stunned for a moment. "The new neighbors? Are we interrupting you?" Karen shook her head again. "No, come on in. You can get to know them too."

In any case, you're just like them; this is your first time dropping by after living here for so long. Roasting them in her heart, the housewife let them in.

Selina gave her the cake and said, "Sorry to drop in unannounced; this is our homemade cake for you and Jeff to try." Karen accepted it with a smile, and the three of them went to the living room together.

In the living room, Jeff got up and greeted them with a smile. "What brings you here, Luke?"

Luke said with a smile, "Good afternoon, Jeff. I've been meaning to catch up with you, since it's been a long while. It just so happens that we got off work early today, so we came here. These two are…" His gaze shifted to a couple, who had turned around.

Holding out a hand, Jeff said warmly to the two, who stood up from the couch, "Let me introduce you. This is Luke and this is Selina. They're our neighbors from 108 on the west side of the neighborhood."

He then said to Luke with a smile, "This is Tim and this is Natalie. They're our new neighbors. They just bought Meg's house."

Luke stepped forward with a smile and stretched out a hand to the couple. "Welcome to Maple Street. This is a nice place. Jeff and Karen, especially, are the best neighbors."

The couple greeted him and also shook hands with Selina before they all sat down.

Interestingly enough, both Selina and the couple shook with their left hands.

It was Luke who deliberately stretched out his right hand first, and since Tim held out his left hand, it looked like a tiny mistake.

Luke simply smiled and switched to his left hand.

In the living room, Tim and Natalie sat facing Jeff and Karen, while Luke and Selina were on the side couch.

As two experienced detectives, Luke and Selina were at ease and made the occasional comment or two without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

Jeff and Karen, on the other hand, were struggling to come up with things to talk about, and Luke and Selina could feel how awkward some of the topics were.

It wasn't that Jeff and Karen were bad at small talk… It was just that the people they were talking to had an especially glamorous vibe.

The two new neighbors were the woman in the white dress and her husband; at least, that was how they introduced themselves.

Tim was fine. This middle-aged man was wearing casual clothes. While handsome, he wasn't exactly dazzling.

Natalie, on the other hand, had changed clothes.

The white knee-length skirt she was wearing covered her fascinating legs, but those long narrow calves were still on display.

She was also wearing a white jacket which wasn't buttoned up, revealing the tight, low-neck shirt underneath as well as two magnificent mounds under the shirt.

Luke subconsciously looked at Selina. Thankfully, they weren't at a total disadvantage; at least, Selina's boobs were bigger than hers.

As they chatted, Luke learned that the couple had pretty fancy jobs.

Tim was a travel writer, though he described himself as more of an adventurer.

Natalie was a food blogger, and would follow her husband now and then all over the world to try gourmet food, and then try to make her own food with a local flavor.

These jobs sounded much more impressive than HR or interior design.

As for Luke and Selina? They still called themselves freelancers.

Natalie asked further, "Is that so? Are we in the same line?"

Luke was amused. "No, I'm not much of a cook. Actually, I'm better at Brazilian jiu-jitsu. It's not very popular."

Natalie was stunned for a moment. "Brazilian jiu-jitsu? I think Tim talked about it before." She then shot her husband a glance with her thin and charming eyes.

Tim smiled and said, "I've been to Brazil, but I've never visited a jiu-jitsu club. Hm, was it created by the Japanese?"

Luke raised an eyebrow and smiled, "If we consider the history, it's probably based on combat skills from ancient China."

Tim and Natalie: "…"

Jeff and Karen: "…"

Luke tactfully dropped the ineffable subject and said to Jeff, "Do you want to have a barbecue at our place tonight? We had a good time before."

Jeff nodded his head, then immediately shook it. "You might've been too busy to know, but the community is holding a mini beer festival at six o'clock this evening, and it'll be in our backyard. Most of our neighbors will be there; well, except both of you, who didn't know."

Luke looked at Selina.

Selina seemed puzzled. "I really didn't get any notice."

Jeff and Karen both seemed embarrassed, before Karen said frankly, "I actually wanted to let you know a few days ago, but Meg… Meg said that she hardly ever saw the both of you, maybe because you're too busy, so…"

Luke and Selina got it.

Clearly, Meg was angry that Selina didn't give her any respect, and had simply resorted to this sort of petty, disgusting trick. If Luke and Selina hadn't come to Jeff's place today, they might have missed a lot of neighborhood gatherings after this, which would be… fantastic.

But whether they went or not was up to them to decide, and Meg's underhanded trick was really annoying.

Luke smiled. "That's fine, we'll be coming. Is there anything we need to do? Do we have to bring our own beer?"

Jeff smiled. "No, no, no. I'll provide the beers for the party. It's my personal brew, I guarantee the taste is top notch. Selina, would it be possible for you to bring one or two dishes, or some dessert? Like those cakes; those would be great."

Selina was lost for words. You want me to prepare a few dishes for you? How about instant noodles? I can even bring a whole box.

Luke, however, simply nodded with a smile. "Not a problem. We'll go back and get ready."

Natalie interjected, "This beer festival sounds like fun. Can we come as well?".

Jeff quickly nodded. "Of course, you're part of the community. In any case, the party will be in our backyard."

Seeing that they were going to talk a while longer, Luke got up. "Jeff, Karen, Selina still needs to go back and cook. It's almost five now, and we might be late if we don't get going. We'll come back later."

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Chapter 408 Specialty Dish and Undisguised Assets

Jeff and Karen stood up and saw Luke and Selina off.

The new neighbors said goodbye as well, but didn't leave with them.

After Luke and Selina left the house, they returned home.

Luke washed his hands and started cooking in the kitchen.

The dishes that Selina had been asked to make could only be cooked by him. After all, Selina was better at eating food than making it.

The food she made was far inferior.

To quote Selina herself, what she made was swill that she would never eat.

Naturally, there was nothing Luke could say about someone who had the courage to recognize her shortcomings.

He took a couple of beggar's chicken that had already been prepped out of the fridge. He then set the timer on the oven and waited for it to heat up.

Selina was in the kitchen too. Leaning against the wall, she said, "They're indeed strange. You tested them when you shook hands with them, didn't you? Even though Natalie's a woman and it was her left hand, it was still too rough. But, maybe it's because she cooks too much?"

Luke shrugged. "Neither of them is left-handed, and there weren't any noticeable scars on their hands. However, the shape of Mr. Tim's fists suggests that he has frequent professional boxing training. He's a writer, not a boxer. Unless he happens to be an avid fan of boxing, not many rich people would have hands like that."

Selina exclaimed, "You could see even that?" She felt helpless.

She was observant, but she really hadn't noticed anything unusual about Tim's fists. After all, Tim had been mindful to keep his hands in a position where it was difficult to observe them.

What Luke didn't say was that his eyes were sharp enough to detect the calluses on the couple's right hands that were caused by long-term gun use.

While they had covered them, and Natalie took special care of her hands — perhaps due to a woman's vanity — Luke could still see traces of them.

Secondly, while the smell of gun oil and gunpowder on them wasn't heavy, it suggested that they had fired weapons in the last few days.

There were plenty of people who liked to play with guns; it didn't necessarily mean that they were all criminals.

It was quite interesting, however, that a husband and wife, one a travel writer and the other a food blogger, both liked to play with guns.

Thinking for a moment, Selina noticed another suspicious point. "A man who does professional boxing training doesn't know Brazilian jiu-jitsu?"

Luke chuckled. "He was pretending to be an amateur when he said that Brazilian jiu-jitsu was invented by the Japanese."

Therefore, Luke had also talked nonsense and claimed that Brazilian jiu-jitsu originated in China.

He could bullsh*t too if needed!

Selina realized it as well, and clicked her tongue. "Those two are quite good. When they were describing their experiences, I was almost convinced that they were a writer and a blogger."

Luke nodded and said, "Then why are they approaching Jeff?"

Selina thought for a moment before she replied, "Is it because of Jeff's job? He works for Mcwell Bonn Incorporated, a major aerospace company with projects that involve various kinds of missiles and fighter jets."

Luke nodded. "I think so too. I don't think anybody would be interested in Karen's interior design."

Selina suggested, "Then… should we keep an eye on Tim and his wife?"

Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head. "They're professionals. Let's be careful. It would be better to first keep an eye on our good neighbor Jeff."

Selina said, "That's different."

Luke said solemnly, "Of course it's different. Jeff is our neighbor, and we should take care of him."

Selina glanced at him. "It's actually because it's easier to monitor Jeff's place, isn't it?"

Luke said, "What you say is true. Remember to work with me later."

Selina snorted. "Tch, it's not like you're installing a camera in Jeff's bathroom. Will it be that hard?"

Luke was unable to reply.

It really would be too easy to set up cameras outside Jeff's house in this ordinary neighborhood.

While chatting, Luke put the two beggar's chicken into the oven. Seeing that Selina was still being idle, he reminded her, "This is going to be the first community gathering we're attending. Are you sure you're going to wear that?"

Selina slapped her forehead. "That's right. Meg will definitely talk sh*t. I need to find something appropriate to wear." She then went to her room.

Los Angeles was already pretty hot in April. It was dry without rain, and it could be very hot in the afternoon.

Selina soon came out in a new outfit and did a twirl in front of Luke, who was testing the cameras. "What about this one?"

Luke raised his head, only to see that she was wearing a knee-length dark red dress that highlighted her figure. He quickly shook his head. "Do you want all those housewives to envy you? How many of them would dare show off their legs and waists? Wear something more low-key if you don't want to become a public enemy."

Selina looked at her breasts gloomily. "But certain assets can't be covered up no matter what, right?"

Luke couldn't agree more, but he still said, "Try to cover them up a little. You'll still be pretty. Be good, go and change." If she went out like this, it would be a pain when a bunch of old men hit on her later!

Selina could only put on a pair of capri pants and a white silk shirt that was clean and practical, but didn't detract from her beauty. "What about these?"

Luke nodded. "That's it. Let's go. Don't forget to dish out your specialty."

Selina glared at him and went to the kitchen to pack her "specialty" into some food containers, before they went straight to Jeff's backyard.

It was ten to six, and a lot of people had arrived.

According to Jeff, most of them were neighbors, while some were his colleagues. Danny, Meg's husband, was also Jeff's colleague, except that he was in the RD department of Mcwell Bonn Incorporated.

Jeff had quite a few friends, and the people at the party ranged from middle-aged men in their forties to interns in their twenties.

Some of them brought their kids too, which made the backyard even more lively.

Jeff's backyard was in fact a common area shared with two other neighbors who were also at the party. It was fairly spacious, so it wasn't very crowded.

Looking at the unfamiliar old neighbors, Luke thought they were interesting.

Some of them, mostly in their forties, were dressed casually in big T-shirts and shorts; some were even wearing flip-flops.

It didn't seem very polite, but they didn't really care, and nobody criticized them.

The youngsters were dressed more formally. They were Jeff's young co-workers from the company, and weren't as uninhibited as their seniors.

But there were also some who had completely let themselves go after work, and were wearing trendy and individualistic styles.

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Chapter 409 Isn't It Just Roast Chicken? Oh, How Delicious!

For example, a young girl was wearing a pair of very long jeans, which only covered half her legs.

The rest was exposed through too many horizontal gaps.

Luke remembered that he had had something similar in his previous life, and his mother had sewed over the holes the very next day with cute Mickey patches.

He could only say that his mother was very caring and might have been worried that he would catch a cold.

Luke and Selina wandered around the party. They didn't need to greet anyone, because they barely knew anyone.

Selina found Karen and took the food containers to the food table.

Placing "her" beggar's chicken on the long table for other people to enjoy, Selina looked at the other dishes on the table.

The first thing she saw was the dish at the center of the table. A tiny label below it said: yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger.

What was that? Selina stared blankly.

She was a foodie, and Luke had made her all sorts of food, but he hardly ever cooked fish.

Also, Luke usually cooked Chinese-style dishes, and Selina had never heard of this yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger before. But the presentation alone was enough to make her mouth water.

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This fish was clearly the gem of the table. Nobody had touched it yet, because it looked too beautiful.

Noticing Selina's gaze, Karen explained, "That's our new neighbor Natalie's work. Isn't it beautiful?"

Was this Natalie really a food blogger?

Selina immediately rejected the idea; after all, Luke had told everybody else that Selina was the one who had made the chicken and the cakes, but had she? Not at all.

Karen didn't notice Selina's expression. She was quite curious about the chicken. "What is this? Roast chicken?"

Selina smiled. "Sort of, but it's in a Chinese style, and tastes different."

Karen was shocked. "You can make Chinese food?"

Most Chinese dishes were complicated to make, so few people would cook them.

Karen looked at the German sausages on the grill not far away, and felt that the food she had prepared was a little primitive.

In fact, there were few dishes on the table that could dwarf Natalie's yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger, let alone the sausages and barbecue meat supplied by Jeff and Karen.

Second had to be this beggar's chicken, which was extraordinary.

For the fun of it, Luke had even gone to Chinatown to get lotus leaves and twine them together into a rough string.

While this beggar's chicken couldn't compare with the authentic dish in China, its presentation was very impressive.

It was like how some chocolates were wrapped in gold foil to make them look fancy, although the gold foil wasn't edible.

The string of lotus leaves was different; once the beggar's chicken was unwrapped, its alluring fragrance would burst out.

Smelling the fragrance, Karen felt hungry.

She had been too busy entertaining guests to eat anything yet.

As a plump middle-aged housewife, she had her own food preferences.

Selina didn't consider it a big deal; the first time she had eaten beggar's chicken, her behavior had been even more exaggerated.

She quickly cut off two chicken legs with a kitchen knife and nimbly dug out the bones.

Putting them on a plate, she said to Karen in a low voice, "It's best to eat the chicken when it's hot and nobody's around, or the only thing you'll be able to eat later is its butt."

Karen accepted the plate in a daze, and saw Selina help herself.

She swallowed and quickly picked up a piece of meat with a fork.

When she put it into her mouth, she found it soft and smooth, and there was the faint taste of wine. It wasn't as hard to chew as regular chicken. She liked the sweet flavor of the meat as well.

Of course, Luke had deliberately modified the recipe and added the sweet element, since most Americans liked food that was sweet and sour.

While they were eating, a woman suddenly said behind them, "Hi, neighbors."

Selina promptly rolled her eyes when she heard the voice. Quickly stuffing the chicken into her mouth, she said, "Ah, Karen, I need to take this call."

Then, she directly walked off, as if she hadn't heard the greeting at all.

Karen's mouth was still half-full of chicken. She looked at Selina, then turned around with an awkward smile. "Ah, Meg, you're here."

Gnashing her teeth, Meg stared at Selina and muttered, "This youngster is so rude. She only knows how to come and eat for free."

Karen hiccuped. "Meg, we happen to be trying Selina's food."

She stressed the latter half of her sentence slightly as a reminder.

Stunned, Meg looked at the beggar's chicken that was missing its legs. "Isn't this just roast chicken? You can tell she was just following a recipe, it's nothing special."

Swallowing the smooth and sweet meat, Karen couldn't help but argue, "It's actually Chinese-style roast chicken made in a special way."

Meg choked, but maintained her disdain. "It must taste awful."

Karen already couldn't be bothered to say anything else, but wouldn't nod obediently and agree with her nonsense. "Well, at least she tried."

Saying that, she couldn't help but look at a vegetable salad on one corner of the table.

That was precisely the "specialty dish" which Meg had prepared.

However, all the salad ingredients, as well as the glass salad bowl, were from Karen's place.

Meg's "generosity" was truly touching. Nobody could argue with her when she claimed that she couldn't bring anything now that her house had been sold.

While talking to Meg, Karen quickly cut off a chicken wing and put it on her plate.

Meg had been planning to make snide remarks on Selina's clothes, but seeing that Selina was dressed in an ordinary style today, she could only shut up.

When she saw Karen eating the chicken wing, she got even angrier.

She grabbed a plate for herself and also cut off a chicken wing. "Let's see how bad this roast chicken is."

Despite that, she was a little suspicious… This roast chicken smelled great.

After a bite of the chicken wing, Meg couldn't help but sigh. "Oh, how delicious."

Karen: "…"

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Chapter 410 Darts and Forks

Meg chewed quickly, and when she saw Karen's complicated expression, she got a little embarrassed. "I think… this chicken is so-so and only just edible."

Can you stop stuffing your face before you say that? Karen couldn't help mocking inwardly when she looked at Meg's greasy lips.

Feeling humiliated, Meg hurriedly changed the subject. "Actually, hm, this fish looks much better than the roast chicken."

Karen was lost for words. "Natalie made that."

The chicken in Meg's mouth instantly wasn't as tasty anymore.

She looked at Natalie, who was talking to a group of housewives.

Natalie had changed clothes again.

When she had first arrived in the neighborhood, she had been wearing a simple white dress.

When she visited Jeff's place, she had changed into a white suit and knee-length skirt.

Now, Natalie was wearing a simple but elegant white backless dress that exposed the beautiful curves of her back.

"Wow, come on. I mean, who would wear something like that to a barbecue?" Meg said righteously, "I mean, there are kids here."

Karen couldn't help interjecting, "Meg, that's just a summer dress. Although it's a little short, it's very fashionable and attractive…" She couldn't help becoming envious too.

Not only was the dress beautiful, it also highlighted all the wearer's assets.

What if it was someone else wearing the same dress, like… Meg?

Karen glanced at the woman next to her, who was wearing a red, blue and white checkered dress that looked old and tasteless.

No wonder Meg was so jealous and going around saying sour things behind Natalie's back.

Meg kept disparaging Natalie. "That's right, it's too slutty!"

At that moment, her expression changed. "Damn it. What's Danny doing? I'm going to check his phone later! If he dares sneak photos of her butt while pretending to send emails, I'll never give him a bl*wjob again!"

Karen was speechless. Can you not bring up your personal issues in front of me? You don't even have respect for your own privacy now?

On the other side, Selina picked up two German sausages when she passed by the grill and placed them on her plate.

Biting into one of the sausages, she smacked her lips and remarked, "Not bad, but it doesn't taste very German."

She wandered over to where Mr. Tim was the center of attention in a circle.

This travel writer was bragging about his death trip in the desert. "…Do you know that I was planning to write a final letter to Natalie? But then, a camel showed up in front of me; it was the one that I had rescued three years earlier."

Everybody gasped with surprise, and Jeff dutifully asked, "And it still remembered you?"

Tim chuckled and patted Jeff's shoulder. "No, Jeff. It's just an animal, and it isn't that clever. But I rode the camel back to the city and survived." Everybody laughed. Jeff was slightly embarrassed, but he laughed as well.

Jeff, as nice a guy as ever! Selina shook her head with a smile and raised her plate. "I saved you one. No need to thank me."

She didn't need to turn around to know that Luke was behind her.

Luke grabbed the other German sausage on her plate with a fork and chewed it, before he observed, "Hm, standard American taste."

Selina was speechless. "…It's a German sausage, alright?" Stunned, Luke bit into the sausage again to confirm that he wasn't wrong. "Fine. Can Nike shoes made in China be counted as an American product?". They stopped listening to Tim's bragging and withdrew from the circle.

"Are you done?" asked Selina.

Luke nodded and said, "As easy as pie. What about you?"

Selina said, "Nothing special, except that Meg is gossiping behind other people's backs again."

Luke remarked, "It'd be strange if she wasn't gossiping, right?"

Selina couldn't argue with that.

They walked over to another group, where a game of darts was happening

Danny, Meg's husband, was bragging, "Did you see that? That's the Clifton Technique which I invented. I used it to win the community darts competition five times in a row."

Selina couldn't help but murmur, "Wow. He's full of even more hot air than his wife."

Luke chuckled and whispered, "If there was a shooting range here, we would win five times in a row too."

On the other side, Danny was already showing off to Natalie and telling her to give it a go.

Luke and Selina saw Natalie assume a newbie posture and look like she was finding it difficult to aim at the target, while Danny had a derisive smile on his face.

The next moment, Natalie said with a smile, "I can't use this technique. I'll use what I'm most familiar with."

She then stood up and held the dart in one hand.

Swoosh!

The dart hit the bullseye.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two more darts hit the bullseye as well. They were using the 101 rule to play, which was a simplified version of an official game.

Each round consisted of three dart throws; whoever scored 101 points first would be the winner.

The bullseye was 50 points, and three hits meant 150 points. Natalie had won this round.

She was definitely a pro.

"It seems that I don't have to learn your technique now." Natalie gave a brilliant smile, then left.

Danny, the middle-aged baldie, was mocked by his colleagues. "Haha, Danny, does your face hurt?"

"Shut up, Olen." He then saw Selina, and his eyes glittered. "Selina, do you want to play?" Selina snorted. "Darts? I've never played before."

Danny said, "I can teach you!" Selina chuckled. She then grabbed the fork from Luke's plate and flung it.

Swoosh!

All the men fell silent when the fork pierced the bullseye.

Selina grinned and said, "It doesn't seem very hard. You guys go ahead."

The men looked at each other in bewilderment as Selina casually left.

Luke stepped forward with a smile and plucked the fork from the target. "Sorry about that; you should still be able to use this target."

When he stepped away, he heard Danny's colleagues mock him again.

"Danny, you're third place in the community now. You need to practice your Clifton Technique more!"

"Get lost!"

Luke joined Selina.

As they walked, Selina said in a low voice, "She was very good with the darts."

Luke was amused. "You were very good with your fork. But please, don't throw my fork next time, alright?"

Selina shrugged, "But that guy's as annoying as his wife. Right, Natalie is very good at cooking. She cooked a fish that I've never seen before. It looks beautiful too."

Luke asked curiously, "Where is it?"

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Chapter 411 Scary, Paranoid Housewife

Selina led Luke to the table and jerked her chin at the yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger, which still hadn't been touched. "That's it. It looks yummy."

Luke surveyed the fish and activated Sharp Nose, before he gave a mysterious smile.

Searching quickly on his phone, he chuckled a moment later. "It's fine. I'll take you to eat it when we have the time."

Selina was completely confused.

Luke showed her the picture on his phone, putting it side by side with the fish on the table.

Selina looked at the photo, and then at the fish next to it.

Hungry Cat's Special Today – Yellow Fish Fried With Lemon Peel and Ginger.

Selina was stunned, before she said resentfully, "Hmph. I knew it – how can there be any woman who is so pretty and good at cooking at the same time?"

Luke nodded with a smile. "That's right. Even you can't do it."

Selina snorted. "It's just that I'm not as good as you, and you won't eat my cooking."

Luke opened his mouth, then felt it was best not to lie.

Otherwise, if Selina took it seriously and cooked for him every day, he would really suffer.

After setting up the cameras, they had no intention of lingering.

Karen was tied up with Meg, while Jeff was with Tim and his wife.

So, Luke and Selina just said a few words to Jeff before they walked home.

Luke took out his fake phone to look at the feed from one the camera that he had just set up. He glanced at it and smiled.

Selina asked, "What's wrong?"

Luke gave her the fake phone, and Selina clicked her tongue. "Isn't Mr. Tim too hasty? He's only just arrived, and he's already scouring the place?" Luke shrugged. "He needs to pee. That's a good reason, isn't it?" Selina suddenly burst out laughing.

Luke asked, "Did Mr. Tim pee his pants? Even then, it shouldn't be that funny."

Selina shook her head. "No, our impatient Mr. Agent was blocked by the super paranoid housewife."

Luke: "Huh?" He took back the phone.

On the screen, Tim awkwardly explained that he was looking for the bathroom, before he fled under Karen's suspicious gaze. Luke smiled and said, "Don't forget that Karen monitored us for days too. Although her paranoia is unfounded most of the time, her intuition is spot on this time."

Pondering for a moment, Selina asked, "Does this couple seem like they're from some government agency? It doesn't seem like they're involved in dirty work."

Looking at the empty screen, Luke put away his fake phone and nodded. "I don't think they're mercenaries; they don't feel that ruthless. Let's observe them for a few more days. Jeff's a nice guy."

After they got home, Selina went to train and Luke went to work.

At half past eight, Luke began to make dinner.

They hadn't eaten much at the party. Luke had been busy setting up the cameras while Selina observed Tim and his wife. The American-made German sausages they had weren't enough for them at all.

"Hahahaha…" While watching TV and keeping an eye on the surveillance feed in the living room, Selina suddenly burst out laughing. Luke didn't think much of it. It wasn't unusual for her to suddenly start laughing when she was watching a drama.

But Selina came running over and placed the tablet next to him.

Luke heard the voices on the tablet. "…He's traveled all over the world and can find his way out of the desert, but can't find the bathroom in our house. That doesn't make sense."

Luke didn't need to look at the feed as he continued making a flaugnarde. "Mr. Tim probably doesn't know that Karen's paranoia can drive her neighbors nuts, does he?"

"…Sweetheart, he just needs to answer nature's call. It's very embarrassing when it's urgent. They're nice people. Stop overthinking it." Selina remarked, "Jeff is still a nice guy."

Luke shrugged but didn't stop working.

"…Why do you think Luke and Selina came to our house today? Are they interested in the new neighbors too?" the paranoid housewife asked again.

"Maybe they happened to be free today. In any case, I had a great time talking to Luke. From my years in HR, I'm positive that he's a good boy."

Selina laughed again. "Hahahaha! Good boy!" She rubbed Luke's head hard.

Luke tilted his head away and said, "Hey! I'm making food! Do you want to eat my hair in your food later?"

Selina didn't care. She rubbed Luke's head a few more times again before she let him go. "Good boys should have good tempers."

Luke was speechless.

"I'm not saying that he's a bad guy. He and Selina are quite nice. Also, Selina is really good at cooking," said Karen.

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Really good at cooking, chef."

Selina was embarrassed.

"Then isn't that fine?" Jeff found it odd.

Karen said, "All I'm saying is, is it possible that Luke is interested in Natalie? She has a husband."

Luke was lost for words. Where the hell had that come from?

Selina glanced at him suspiciously. "Karen may be paranoid, but she's a really sharp observer. That's not really your plan, is it?"

Luke quickly put the flaugnarde into the oven and turned around. "Do you think that Mr. Tim is dead? They're not here on a vacation."

On the other side, Jeff and his wife finally began to talk about their children. Luke and Selina stopped eavesdropping and resumed their training

The next day, Luke and Selina didn't have to go to work.

If they didn't have any important cases, they took the weekends off.

Selina would go shopping in the secondhand Ford, and Luke would roam Los Angeles in the police car.

If their timings matched up, they would have lunch together before they each went off again to do their own thing.

Luke didn't need as much sleep, so he set off early.

At ten o'clock, he was roaming southern Los Angeles and watching a surveillance feed in the car of a gang meeting, when his phone rang.

He picked up the phone and said, "I'm still thinking about which restaurant to pick for lunch. There's no need to be in such a hurry, alright?"

Selina said, "Carry on. I just wanted to tell you that Karen is using binoculars now to observe her neighbours, and she's eating ice cream while she's at it. Hm, I want some too."

Luke was stunned. "What? Is she really monitoring them?"

Selina said, "From what I can tell, it looks like it. Wait, the new neighbors are going out, and Karen's changing too. It looks like she's leaving her house too."

Luke said, "Don't tell me that she's going to follow the new neighbors."

Other people might not do it, but it was certainly a possibility for Karen who, as an interior designer, had to be bored at home every day.

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Chapter 412 Ghost Butcher and Unsubtle Tail

In the meantime, there was rustling on the other end of the phone, and then Selina said, "You're not wrong. I'm going out too."

Luke asked, "What are you going to do?"

Selina said, "Haha, I'm going to see what Karen is up to. It's the weekend anyway."

Luke agreed with her, and simply reminded her, "Don't be reckless. Let me know if anything happens."

It was broad daylight, and Selina also had some of his gadgets; she should be safe as long as she remained careful.

On the other end, Selina put on her jacket, grabbed her car key, and followed Karen, who was following Natalie. Thus, while Karen tailed Natalie, Selina tailed Karen.

Looking at Karen, who was wearing a gray sunhat and huge sunglasses that covered her face, Selina chuckled behind her and started texting Luke.

Luke read the messages at first, before he simply converted them to audio and listened to them like a livestream.

These women… who knew what they were thinking. Had Selina been infected by Karen too? Luke pondered as he continued collecting intelligence.

Rumors of him had now spread around the gangs in Los Angeles.

There was no specific information on him, but he was nicknamed the Ghost Butcher.

He was too thorough in his actions, and things or people always went missing when he got involved; forget blood or bullets, there weren't even any traces of a struggle left at the scenes.

Thus, the rumors grew even more mysterious and terrifying, like some American urban horror story which was shared among the Los Angeles gangs.

Unfortunately, neither the storytellers nor the listeners could confirm the rumors.

There were many criminal groups in Los Angeles, but Luke had been cleaning them up regularly; furthermore, he always aimed at mid-level members.

These missing mid-level members commanded over a thousand bottom-level members, and their disappearances led to no end of unrest.

Luke had only been conducting this purge operation for two months. If he kept this up, one third of the mid-level gang members of L.A. would be gone by next year, and more than five thousand bottom-level gang members would lose their direct leaders.

However, the L.A. gangs would probably attack each other before that.

Following heavy casualties, the winners would claim the losers' turf and reestablish order in the underworld.

For bottom-level gang members, they would make a living under a different boss.

Gang bosses might be safe while Luke eliminated the mid-management, but they didn't know how many lackeys they had or who those lackeys even were. The chaos caused by the disruption of this chain of command would last for a long time.

Faced with this situation, the L.A. gangs were already starting to look for solutions.

Luke was currently following two groups of people who were particularly active.

They had been reaching out to numerous big gangs, hoping to deal with the Ghost Butcher together.

Luke was quite happy to see that.

The bigger a gang, the easier his purge would be.

Ordinary small gangs would pretty much collapse after Luke attacked them once or twice.

Big gangs, on the other hand, were like regenerative monsters that kept absorbing disbanded gangs and picking the more ruthless members to become mid-level leaders.

In that situation, Luke could cut down those mid-level leaders when the time was ripe, like a farmer harvesting his crops.

Those gangs would have done the vetting for him, and helped distinguish regular gangsters from ferocious criminals.

Given the chaos in L.A.'s underbelly, many agencies had dispatched spies and even undercover operatives to investigate, and Luke certainly didn't want to hurt them.

However, this was only a temporary inconvenience.

He was now only three stat points away from his Mental Strength reaching 20. By then, he would easily acquire Bobby's Mental Communication, and it would be no problem for him then to tell friend from foe.

Elsewhere, Selina was having a good time too.

The gadgets which Luke had supplied her with weren't as powerful as those in the police car, but they were enough to keep Karen under surveillance.

Seeing the paranoid housewife tail Natalie furtively, Selina could only choke down her laughter before she exploded like a boiling kettle.

If Natalie wasn't stupid, she had to be deliberately letting Karen follow her.

Otherwise, a professional would have to be blind if they couldn't spot Karen with her unsubtle stalking.

Even someone as calm and composed as Luke found Karen's paranoia a bit of a headache. Tim and Natalie were really unlucky to pick her as a target.

For the next hour, the three women wandered into a coffee shop and a bookstore, and then ended up in a mall.

Selina watched Karen enter the mall. She thought for a moment, then followed her into the mall.

Karen reached the underwear section and picked up a few random bras without looking at them, before she followed Natalie into the fitting room.

Selina was lost for words. Is this how you tail someone?

Thinking for a moment, she felt that she had better stop Karen from crossing the line, and she went to the fitting room as well.

On the way, she texted Luke. "I'm going to the fitting room. Natalie and Karen are in there. Do you want me to take a photo for

you?"

Luke was writing in his notebook when he suddenly heard the message. He quickly replied, "What are you doing?"

Wasn't she following Karen? Why were they all in the fitting room? Luke was utterly perplexed.

Selina snorted. "You have time to reply now that we're talking about a fitting room? I'm going in because Karen followed Natalie into the fitting room."

Luke ignored her mocking, but was still baffled. "She followed her into the fitting room. Seriously?"

Selina said, "So I better stop her. This is getting really awkward."

After a brief silence, Luke said, "You could call Karen."

Selina said, "It's too late. I'm already in."

Luke said, "… Good luck then. Also, keep the voice channel on. Safety first."

"Welcome to the live broadcast from the fitting room." Selina mocked him again and turned on the voice channel on her fake phone so that Luke could hear what was going on.

In the fitting room, she said in delight, "Ah, Karen, Natalie, you're here too?"

Then, she looked at the two women strangely. "…Is this a bad time? Should I give you some privacy?"

Inside the fitting room, Natalie, who was in nothing but sexy black underwear, had the absolute advantage in height as she pressed the short and plump Karen against the wall with both hands. Karen, on the other hand, had her hands crossed over her bosom, as if she was a decent woman being violated.

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Chapter 413 Lunch For Three

Was this the "Tyrannical female CEO loves me" plot that Luke had talked about before? Selina couldn't help but wonder.

As if granted an amnesty by Selina's interruption, Karen clambered out from between Natalie's arms and said, "Haha, no, it's great to see you here."

Natalie drew her arms back and asked suspiciously, "Selina, why are you here?"

Selina shrugged. "Weekend shopping. I just saw Karen come in and thought about asking her if she wanted to come shopping with me."

Karen laughed hollowly and hurriedly hid behind Selina.

Compared with Natalie, who was very aggressive, being with the aloof but easy-going Selina was far more reassuring.

She nodded and said, "That sounds great, let's go shopping together."

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "You didn't come to try the underwear here?"

Looking at the sexy black underwear that Natalie was wearing, Selina shook her head and said, "No, my underwear is all custom-made. There's nothing suitable for me here."

Natalie nodded and asked, "To highlight your figure?"

Selina smiled. "That's part of it."

Natalie observed Selina for a moment. "Sports bra?"

If I tell you that it's bulletproof, you definitely won't believe me! Selina nodded with a smile, and didn't continue with the topic.

She turned around and asked, "Karen, are you going to try that underwear? I think… hm, it's a little too conservative?"

She was pointing at the underwear that Karen was holding. It looked like a baby's diaper and would cover her entire butt.

Karen shook her head in embarrassment. "No need, I picked the wrong one. I'm just looking around."

Selina nodded and looked at Natalie. "It's about time for lunch; why don't we eat together? It's on me."

Natalie smiled. "Okay, but let me treat you."

Karen asked prudently, "Why don't we go dutch?"

Selina shrugged. "I heard about a nice restaurant yesterday, so it was going to be my treat, but if we're going dutch, you can pick a place."

Natalie said, "I'm interested in food and good restaurants. We can go there and split the bill."

They looked at Karen.

Natalie was slightly more than 1.8 meters tall, Selina was 1.77, and Karen was only 1.6.

Karen was clearly overwhelmed by the two tall and formidable women in front of her. She managed a smile and said, "Haha, that's fine with me."

Although she was a housewife, she was also an interior designer, and her husband Jeff was a veteran employee at a major corporation. She wasn't short of money.

Selina smiled brilliantly. "Okay, we'll set off in a bit. Natalie, you can put on your clothes."

Natalie chuckled. "Thanks." She then walked into a stall and finally disappeared from Selina and Karen's sight. Selina turned to the sight and looked at Karen. "Karen, are you going to try on more underwear?"

Karen was confused. "Huh?"

Selina pointed at the clothes Karen was holding and her half-naked body. "If you're not, you can put your clothes back on."

Enlightened, Karen entered a stall and put on her clothes too.

Listening to everything from his distant position south of the city, Luke texted back. "Don't be careless."

Selina instantly replied, "Don't worry, I promise that I'll stick around populated areas. Right, I'm going to have lunch with them, so I won't be eating with you."

Luke said in resignation, "Okay, but keep the voice channel on."

Thinking for a moment in the car, he called Jeff. "Jeff, where are you?"

A moment later, he put the phone down with a strange expression on his face. "Did this couple plan this beforehand?"

He then turned the car to the west of the city.

Elsewhere, Selina and the two women drove their respective cars to a restaurant

When she looked at the name of the restaurant, Natalie's lips twitched.

Selina, on the other hand, dragged the two of them in with a smile.

Beautiful women always got preferential treatment.

A waiter soon led them to a table by the window and stood on the side with a smile after offering them the menu.

Selina simply started pointing at the menu. "I would like the Maine lobster roll, the fresh sea urchin, and the homemade French sausages with clams. Right, and ice cream."

On the side, Karen noticed the special on the menu: yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger.

Looking at the picture of the dish, she subconsciously murmured, "Why does it look so familiar?"

Selina leaned in close and shot a glance at it. "It looks delicious. Do you want to order it?"

Karen nodded. "Alright." However, she gave Natalie, who was sitting opposite her, a suspicious look.

Natalie replied as calmly as ever, "Give me the French mix, fried scallops, and a burger, thanks."

Then, she smiled at Karen. "I could've led the way if I knew that Selina was talking about this restaurant. I've been here before. I learned how to cook the yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger from here."

Karen nodded and accepted the answer.

Selina, however, chuckled inwardly. You learned it here? More like you ordered it from here!

Elsewhere, Luke strode into a Chinese restaurant and smiled at the old couple that came over. "I'm Jeff and Tim's friend. They've already booked a table."

The old couple greeted him warmly and led him through the hall to a small door at the back, which opened into a darker area.

The light here was dimmer, but there were a lot of people.

Luke saw Jeff and walked over to him with a smile. "Jeff, I'm not late, am I?"

Jeff saw him and was immensely relieved. "Ah, Luke, you're here. Please sit down."

Luke sat down with a smile and greeted another person. "Tim, hello. I hope I'm not interrupting you?" Tim replied with a smile, "Of course not."

…Not, my ass! both of them added in their hearts as they smiled at each other.

A young Chinese bounced over to them, as if he were dancing. "Are you ready to order?"

Tim nodded and looked at Luke and Jeff. "Do you want to try the specialties here?"

Naturally, Luke and Jeff nodded.

Tim said, "She jiu." (snake wine)

Luke raised an eyebrow.

Tim spoke in Chinese, which Jeff didn't understand, but wasn't a problem at all for Luke.

He had written online novels for over ten years in his last life – how could he not understand?

He couldn't handle the profound classics, but he was miles ahead of everyone else in this restaurant when it came to daily conversational Chinese.

After Tim poured them the wine and they had a toast, Jeff looked at the bottle in Tim's hand and asked suspiciously, "What's that? Why does it look like a snake?"

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Chapter 414 I Like Chinese Specialties

The young Chinese, who presumably was the waiter, said with a smile, "Of course. It's a cobra, no less."

Jeff was petrified. "What?"

Luke sipped the wine again.

Thankfully, Tim hadn't crossed a line. This was regular wine, and wasn't drugged.

He smiled. "It's fine. Drinking snake wine occasionally is good for men."

Both Tim and Jeff were lost for words.

"As married middle-aged men, you need this." Luke winked.

Jeff was too naive, and still at a loss.

Tim looked conflicted. "It has this effect?" He looked at the young Chinese.

The young Chinese's eyes sparkled. "You know that?"

Luke was amused. "Yes. However, do you have the legendary Five Venom wine here?"

The young man was stunned. "What?"

"From snake, centipede, scorpion, spider, and gecko," Luke explained with a smile.

With each word he said, the faces of the other two men turned whiter and whiter.

By the time he was finished, Jeff already looked like he was about to vomit.

Tim didn't seem very comfortable either, but he could still endure it.

The young Chinese, however, was shocked. "You know that, too?"

That was only a concept in wuxia novels. How did this young American know about it?

In reality, it was impossible to make Five Venom wine. After all, adding so many toxins into the wine could be lethal.

He didn't want anybody to die in his restaurant.

Looking at their faces, Luke suddenly laughed. "I only saw it in a kung fu movie. I don't think it's real. It's just a joke, please don't mind me!"

The other two were immensely relieved.

Even Tim wouldn't want to drink such a wine, to say nothing of Jeff. The young Chinese, on the other hand, felt like he had met a master who was demonstrating his skills, and he promptly left to fetch something.

A moment later, the young man returned with something that was pitch black.

Luke wasn't surprised at all.

sold in this place.

Jeff had just drunk another mouthful of wine, when he saw what the young man was holding, and he was frightened into jumping up and scrambling away. "Dear god, is that a live snake?"

Luke chuckled to himself. It was just a Cantonese specialty, it was nothing to be surprised about.

At that moment, another young man came over to Jeff with a tray of… mice.

Of course, these weren't the type that could be fished out of the gutter, but were used in another legendary dish called "three squeaking mice." Jeff's eyes widened. "They can be eaten as well?"

Luke waved his hand. "Jeff, a lot of people in this world eat everything. If you don't like them, just don't order them." His gaze fell on the mice.

Jeff quickly shook his head. "I don't want that. Definitely not."

Luke smiled at the snake that the young man was holding. "Actually, you can try that. Snake meat actually tastes good. A lot of people eat it."

Jeff swallowed. "Really?"

Luke nodded. "Really."

He then asked the young man, "Are we going to eat the snake raw?"

The young Chinese replied, "It can be eaten raw or made into a soup."

Luke quickly made the call. "Let's make it into a soup."

Snakes had parasites which might be passed on to humans if they were eaten raw, which could be fatal.

Jeff finally crept back to his seat. He looked at the snake in the young man's hand with lingering trepidation.

Another young man pushed over a cart with a chopping block on it.

The first young Chinese picked up the knife on the chopping block and brought it down. Duang! The head of the snake was cut off. It wriggled on the block with its mouth wide open.

Jeff swallowed hard.

Luke however, said with a smile, "Don't worry, the snake has been defanged; it can't bite you."

If the fangs weren't removed, a snake head was still capable of biting and injecting venom for a long while after it was cut off. Many cooks in China had been bitten and killed this way.

Jeff calmed down, and had another cup of wine to soothe his nerves.

Tim topped up his glass. Just like that, they started drinking together.

This was clearly a more authentic Cantonese restaurant, considering that it served snakes.

Luke had a massive appetite, and ordered a lot of specialties.

Looking at Tim's dumbstruck expression, Luke smiled brilliantly. "I like Chinese food, and the Chinese like to treat others. Since you brought us to such a great place today, let's do the Chinese thing; order whatever you want, everything's on me."

Tim was lost for words. Why hadn't he heard of such a Chinese custom?

After Luke said that, Tim didn't dare bring up the Chinese things that he had researched before.

Since this young man was familiar with Five Venom wine and Chinese cuisine, Tim wasn't confident that he could fool him with secondhand information.

When the dishes were served, Jeff remembered something and took out his phone. "I need to call Karen and tell her that I won't be home for lunch."

Jeff then left his seat and made the call. "Karen, there's no need to prepare lunch for me today. What? You're eating with the neighbors too? Who are they? Well, I'm with Tim and Luke. Okay, bye."

On the other side, Karen glanced at Natalie and Selina suspiciously after she hung up.

Natalie's actions were graceful as she ate unhurriedly, which made for a pleasant sight, while Selina was quick but not crude at all, which was in line with her candid personality.

But did they plan this? How come Tim and Luke happened to be having lunch with Jeff too?

The paranoid housewife fell into deep thought once again.

On the men's side, they finished lunch, and following Jeff's suggestion, they went to his company to play with the indoor skydiving machine.

When they set off, Luke made a note to add skydiving to his and Selina's training regiment.

Also, they would definitely go skydiving for real, which would be a lot more fun than a skydiving simulation. It would also enhance their survival skills.

Luke said to Jeff casually, "Why don't we try real skydiving some time? Does your company have a program like that?"

Jeff was stunned. "I don't think so." This indoor skydiving was meant to help stressed employees relax.

Skydiving was a very dangerous extreme sport that few people dared to try out. While MBI Inc. did make planes, it certainly wouldn't offer such a dangerous activity as a benefit.

Luke clicked his tongue and said, "Okay, then I'll see what I can find. I'll tell you if I find anything."

Jeff said, "That… I'm not exactly a sports person."

Luke laughed and laid one hand on his shoulder. "Jeff, a man should never chicken out! You must work out more; otherwise, you won't be able to last with just the snake wine alone."

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Chapter 415 Honey, Aren't You Too Awesome?

Jeff was slightly embarrassed to hear that. A moment later, he finally asked in a low voice, "Is the snake wine really helpful in that aspect?"

Luke pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "It may have some effect, but no one knows for sure if it's just a placebo. However, there's no doubt that exercise can help you last longer."

The overall decline of bodily functions would definitely affect the duration.

Those who were innately endowed might go from one hour to half an hour, and those who were less gifted might last five minutes instead of ten.

Looking at the two men who were shoulder to shoulder in front of him, Tim was lost for words. What the hell, why did you stick your nose in? I should be the one getting along with Jeff!

In the evening, the three men finally returned to their neighborhood, talking and laughing.

Tim and Jeff waved goodbye to Luke, who lived further away.

Then, Tim and Jeff said goodbye to each other and went back to their respective homes.

Tim sighed in relief.

Luke had no longer stolen Tim's thunder when they hung out in a pub in the afternoon.

Tim had pretty much achieved most of his objective for the day, which was to get closer to Jeff.

Luke was in a good mood as he walked with a spring in his step down the street. Hanging out purely for fun with guy friends was a pretty novel experience for him.

Jeff was a nice guy and a good talker.

Tim, on the other hand, was the flavor that no gathering of friends could do without; when he related his stories, he was like a talk show host.

Thinking this, Luke sighed; he knew that Tim had another objective.

Tim might not mean Jeff any harm, but he wasn't really going to settle down here.

Otherwise, it would've been fun to have such a talk show performer in his life for free.

Jeff, who led a dull life, glowed when he listened to Tim's stories.

He and his wife were both dutiful ordinary people who got a job, fell in love, got married, and had children in a predictable manner.

Their daughters who were still in middle school gave them no time or energy to enjoy life.

That was why he was especially envious of Tim's unrestrained, carefree travel life.

Luke wasn't really jealous of the guy.

Luke had been to a lot of places after just one year in his job, and he would visit even more in the future. He didn't have to envy Tim.

He found Selina watching TV when he returned home, and asked with a smile, "Did you have a good time?"

She had kept the voice channel on. Though Luke hadn't caught all of it, it sounded like the three women had had as much fun as the guys in the afternoon.

Sonia sighed in satisfaction. "It's nice to play for a day once in a while. Elsa, Elizabeth and Sonia are too busy. It's not easy to go shopping for makeup and clothes with them."

Luke nodded in agreement. He took a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge and said, "That Natalie is very good, isn't she?"

Selina shrugged. "She lives up to her appearance. She knows a lot about makeup and matching clothes; she's absolutely a professional."

Luke said, "Mr. Tim has abundant career experiences too. The trips he talks about might not be fake, but it's hard to say if he went to those places for travel, or for more covert business."

Selina sighed. "They would've made great neighbors. At least they're interesting and more likable than other people in this neighborhood. Hm, wait. There's a surveillance alert."

She opened the tablet, only to see Jeff and Karen running around inside as their voices came through. "Wow, honey, you're so good. Yes, right there." "Baby, we're just getting started, okay?"

Selina was lost for words.

Luke didn't think too much of it. "Jeff had some Chinese snake wine in the afternoon. It supposedly has an extraordinary effect, if you know what I mean."

Selina asked, "Are you sure?" She turned the tablet around.

Luke looked at the picture and made a sound of surprise. "What are they doing?"

In contrast to their fiery words, the couple was behaving strangely on the feed.

While they cried out in passion, they were both moving around in the room and making a lot of noise.

"Did they discover our surveillance equipment?" Selina grew suspicious.

Karen might have found something thanks to her paranoia.

Frowning for a moment, Luke shook his head. "That's impossible. My surveillance equipment is dozens of meters away from the house."

After making a commotion for a while, the couple gestured to each other on the screen, before they went upstairs.

Luke and Selina wondered what they were up to now.

Luke had only set up regular cameras, and wasn't crazy enough to monitor their bedroom. Logically speaking, they were only a regular couple, and didn't need such exaggerated surveillance.

But Luke was now regretting his decision.

He could've planted a few bugs and removed them after Tim and his wife moved away.

Seeing no light from the bedroom on the screen, Luke sighed. "Let's just wait. Karen's paranoia may be acting up again."

Then, Luke and Selina went to train.

As Selina unleashed a storm of attacks on the focus mitts Luke was wearing, the tablet suddenly beeped.

Luke turned his head and saw two furtive people on the screen.

When he was distracted, Selina attacked the focus mitts fiercely, but unfortunately still couldn't break through Luke's defense.

Panting, she stopped. "Damn it. Why can you still block my attacks even without looking?"

Luke smiled but didn't say anything.

He couldn't have done it without the Mullah brothers' Quick Reflex.

While not overly powerful, Quick Reflex allowed him to vaguely sense danger, and coupled with his strength, it was very easy for him to ward off her attacks.

What a convenient and practical ability.

After that, Selina also turned to the tablet. She asked curiously, "What are Jeff and Karen doing? A night run? This isn't something they do, right? Weren't they all horny a moment ago?"

Luke worked the tablet and moved two cameras so that they were trained on the house Tim had just bought. Jeff and Karen had already snuck over.

Running at night wasn't uncommon in this neighborhood, which was safe and not very dangerous.

But Jeff and Karen's furtive and weird behavior was so bizarre that they would ping anyone's radar.

A moment later, Tim's garage door slowly rolled up, and Jeff and Karen crept in.

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Chapter 416 "Professional" Infiltration

"What the hell?" Selina couldn't help but say feelingly, "This Karen is truly… a genius."

On the screen, Karen was saying, "Most people change the locks on the doors the moment they move in, but not the garage control. When Meg and Danny went traveling last time, they gave me a spare set, and I forgot to return it to them. It's time to use it."

Luke couldn't help but sweat.

Thankfully, his security system was based on a passcode, and the keys were just a disguise, or Karen might've already broken into his place.

Why was this housewife such a busybody? Also, weren't they worried that Tim and his wife would catch them in the act?

Luke adjusted the cameras again, and was surprised to discover that Tim and his wife weren't home.

Where were they?

After a hectic day, Selina and Luke, as well as Jeff and Karen, were resting at home, but these two had gone out again.

How dedicated! Luke mumbled to himself.

They had hung out for an entire day; he didn't believe that the couple would have gone out to continue playing at night; secret service agents weren't that enthusiastic.

He was too lazy to bother with Jeff and Karen.

Given Tim and Natalie's appearance, it was unlikely that they would have set up traps at home.

This was an ordinary neighborhood, after all, not a battlefield, and not every trespasser had to be killed.

Even at Luke's place, intruders would only trigger the alarms; the truly lethal weapons wouldn't activate without verification.

He simply told Selina to keep an eye on the feed, and went to take a shower.

After the shower, Selina waved at him. "Tim and his wife are back. Haha, come and watch the show."

Luke was rendered speechless. "…Don't tell me that Jeff and Karen are still at Tim's."

Selina nodded quickly. "You're so smart. They really haven't left yet."

Luke remarked, "They're truly 'professionals'."

He wasn't worried about Jeff and Karen.

Tim and his wife wouldn't do anything to them, even if they were discovered. After all, Tim and his wife had their reasons for coming here. If necessary, they wouldn't hesitate to pretend to be blind and stupid.

"What's Jeff dragging out? Is it a… body? Oh, alright, it's Karen," said Selina.

Stunned, Luke walked over and looked at the screen.

He saw that Jeff had grabbed his wife by the legs and was pulling her out of the house from a side door.

Luke was amazed. "Karen won't be bald tomorrow, will she?"

Selina looked at the screen and felt lucky. "Thank god you aren't weak, and won't move me around like that."

Luke was amused. "Even if I only had one hand left, I would still take you with me."

Selina remembered the night in Wolfkyle and chuckled.

After Jeff dragged his wife all the way home, Luke shifted the cameras back to their house again.

Hearing Jeff's murmurs, Luke was quickly able to determine that Karen was neither dead nor wounded, but had been drugged with a needle.

Even more astoundingly, the needle had been from a pen-shaped tranquilizer, which shot Karen in the butt when Jeff was going to copy something down with the pen.

But when Karen woke up the next day, she wouldn't feel any pain in her rear.

Jeff had probably already plucked out the needle before he dragged his wife away, or domestic violence would have been inevitable.

After verifying the situation, Luke stopped eavesdropping on Jeff and his wife. "Okay, I'm going to work. You can train on your own."

Selina opened her eyes wide at him. "Okay." She then took the tablet with her to the training room.

Luke wasn't interested in the couple's private matters, but Selina was enjoying it.

At that moment, Karen had already started to paw at Jeff. Maybe the anesthetic had a bit of a side effect, like primitive lust

It would be a shame to miss that!

The next day was a work day, but Luke simply had Selina call Elsa and tell her that they were directly going out to investigation and would skip going to the police department.

Elsa didn't have any urgent cases for them at the moment. She simply said that she got it and hung up.

Things were really convenient with such a supportive boss.

Selina couldn't be happier.

It was partly because she didn't have to go to work in a hurry in the morning, and partly because she had eaten a delicious breakfast.

Luke had enjoyed special Cantonese food during the day, and had had plenty of time last night, so he had made a classic Cantonese breakfast in the morning.

On the tablet, Jeff and his wife were whispering to each other again. They indicated that they had found a bug in the gift that Tim gave them, and Jeff was going to report the matter to security management at his company.

Eavesdropping on such an exciting matter early in the morning was the third reason why Selina was happy.

Luke simply left her alone.

She usually had very little entertainment, and seldom interacted with her neighbors; she deserved a bit fun.

For Jeff and Karen's safety, both Luke and Selina had blown off work.

Just because Tim and Natalie weren't ruthless didn't mean that Jeff and his wife weren't in danger.

Naive people like them who stumbled into certain things were usually the quickest to die.

Luke then followed Jeff to work, while Selina stayed home to watch the paranoid Karen. After a day of surveillance, they didn't find anything wrong. At least, Jeff got off work on the clock and drove home in his small blue Chevrolet.

He seemed fine, except that he was more anxious than usual.

Luke sighed.

Alright. His anxiety suggested that he was involved in something bad.

The man was good at communication but bad at hiding his feelings. Returning home, Luke greeted Selina and asked, "Anything unusual?" Selina shrugged. "Karen, Natalie and I have all been at home. Karen has been observing Natalie, and I've been observing them."

Luke nodded and said, "Have you seen Jeff's expression? He might have confirmed something, like spy-related stuff." Selina laughed and said, "Tim and his life are most likely special agents. They're legit defenders of America; more likely they're the ones looking for spies. Wow! Listen to this."

She stopped talking and turned up the volume on the tablet. "Carl, why are you telling me to go there? The abandoned warehouse on Route 57? That's a weird place, isn't it? Also, why didn't you say anything at work, and you're only telling me now?

"Fine, I promise that I won't report this or mention it to anybody else."

Luke and Selina looked at each other.

Selina said, "Why do I feel like the person Jeff is talking to is like some movie undercover villain?"

Luke was unable to respond, and also found it quite suspicious, "Carl Prongo; he should be a security manager at MBI. This indeed falls under his responsibility. Let's go. Gear up first. Something might happen."

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Chapter 417 Unprofessional Kill

They quickly geared up before taking a car each.

Luke set off in the secondhand Ford first, and Selina followed Jeff and his wife in the police car.

"Jeff and Karen are out," Selina reported. "Tim and Karen are following them."

Luke hummed a response and continued driving

He wasn't that far ahead of Jeff.

He calculated that he would arrive at the old warehouse, which belonged to MBI, one or two minutes in advance.

Twenty minutes later, Luke parked the car on a corner and looked at the old warehouse two hundred meters away. "Wow. This really is a great place to kill someone."

Not far away, the MBI sign on the warehouse gate was faded and almost indiscernible if you didn't read it carefully.

The warehouse was surrounded by barbed wire, and stubborn weeds had proliferated inside.

The warehouse was made up of a circle of old buildings which were dusty and clearly hadn't been in use for a long time.

It was just that an RV was parked in one corner of the warehouse, and a white fatty was busy doing something.

Luke got off and sent out a small drone.

As the drone hovered above the warehouse, Luke looked at the feed and scratched his chin. "Killing people the old-fashioned way and without any traps — is this security manager going to do everything himself?"

The security manager of a major corporation, as someone else's informant, was going to kill an employee who had detected the anomaly in a remote location – it was a predictable plot.

But what was with this security manager? Did he have to wear pajamas, or hang out his laundry to dry when he was planning to kill somebody? Wasn't this too good an act?

Luke was utterly befuddled.

As he mulled over this, Jeff's blue Chevrolet arrived at the warehouse.

A moment later, the signal from the police car came online, which meant that Selina had arrived too.

According to their plan, she would hide some distance away and feed Luke intel via the cameras. She would also take over the drone and scout their surroundings for any traps.

Quickly verifying the plan, the two of them got to work.

While Selina kept an eye on everything, Luke focused his attention on the layout of the old warehouse terrain.

The place was very spacious.

There were a lot of wide, empty areas both around the old warehouse buildings and near the RV.

Thinking for a moment, Luke took out an M4A1 and climbed up to the highest vantage point in the place, which was the roof of an abandoned factory.

Hiding in the shadow of a broken skylight, he unhurriedly installed a scope on the M4A1, before aiming it at the warehouse in the distance.

Only after he did a sweep of locations where things were most likely to go wrong did Luke ask, "What are Tim and his wife doing?"

Selina immediately replied, "Pretty much what we're doing; they've parked their car not far away, and seem to be waiting too."

Hearing that, Luke could only silently wish Jeff and his wife good fortune.

Selina suddenly warned him, "Two cars are coming from the east… They're getting out. Eight of them, all armed with automatic rifles… They're approaching from the rear…"

Luke said, "Got it."

In the meantime, he heard the conversation between Jeff and Carl through his other earpiece.

"Carl, this is…" Jeff looked around in huge surprise.

Clothes and sheets were hanging on a few lines nearby, and Carl and Jeff were standing between the clothes and the RV.

There was a small table as well as a few folding chairs.

Carl accepted the takeout coffee which Karen had bought and asked them to sit down.

After they sat down, Carl had a mouthful of the coffee before he said helplessly, "I just got divorced. My wife… well, my ex-wife, Mary, took the house, the children, everything. I only got this RV."

Jeff and Karen: "…"

"So, I'm living here for now, which is why I can only ask you to come here. At least, nobody can monitor us here, and the air is clean, right?" Carl tried to stay positive.

Jeff and Karen looked at the wasteland around them which didn't even have a ghost, and admitted that the air here was indeed clean.

Carl continued, "But the news you gave me is very useful. I may be promoted and get a pay rise, so I can move out of his sh*thole and back into a regular house. Okay. Are you ready? This is a classified level 4 document of our company…"

Looking at Carl, Karen suddenly interjected, "Carl, why is there a red dot on your forehead?"

Stumped, Carl touched his forehead and smiled embarrassedly. "Maybe my system is out of whack from lack of sleep."

Jeff shook his head quickly. "No, no. Carl, it's not a pimple, but a red dot of light…" Bang! Bang! Bang! All the three of them were surprised by sudden gunshots.

Carl got up abruptly and narrowed his eyes at something behind Jeff and Karen. "Does that person have a gun?"

Jeff and Karen turned around, only to see a man in black fall dozens of meters over the side of a warehouse building.

The couple nodded. "That does look like a

gun."

Carl said, "Damn it, someone must've found out that you reported to me. They're here to kill us."

Karen was stunned. "But why didn't they shoot us?"

Carl dashed into the RV and shouted, "Damn it! Hide in here if you don't want to be killed! How would I know why they didn't shoot us? I'm not them!"

Not far away, both Tim and Natalie traded dismayed looks and said in unison, "Who are these people?"

Their mission objective this time wasn't clear yet. They had only been told to get in touch with Jeff and his wife, so they didn't have any sort of backup.

Then who had fired just now?

Scanning the area through his scope, Luke grumbled, "Jeff, Karen, can you move faster? Carl is already hiding in the car."

Thankfully, although Carl had chosen a spacious area, they had been sitting in between the hanging laundry, and the line of sight was blocked by the RV.

The shooters behind the warehouse couldn't attack until they got up close to the area between the clothes and the RV.

The shooter who had run out had been a live target for Luke, who took down the brave fellow without any hesitation.

But after he fired, the shooters around the warehouse also started to attack.

Carl, Jeff and Karen had already run into the RV, and were planning to speed off.

Given that Carl had been the first target the shooters had aimed at, this security manager clearly wasn't a traitor, but the first informant that had to be eliminated. However, there was still no telling who had betrayed him.

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Chapter 418 Call It a Day, and Tim Takes a Hit

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

Luke fired again, and two shooters who had just run through the warehouse gate collapsed.

The shooters were already on the move. With no time to care about their companions, they started to fire at the RV.

Selina asked, "I don't think you need my help, do you?" Luke said, "Nope. It's just some small fry."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Ah!" Yet another shooter fell with a miserable cry.

There were eight shooters in total, and half of them had already been dealt with.

Since he had been prepared for the ambush, Luke didn't need Selina's help.

"Tim and Natalie are on the move," Selina warned him.

A black Audi charged in from the other side of the warehouse.

The black Audi sped toward the four remaining shooters from the side.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Two pistols were fired, and two of the shooters hurriedly took cover and didn't dare shoot at the RV anymore.

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

Luke easily took down the other two shooters, who were distracted by the newcomers.

Only two shooters were left on the scene, and they had to face both Tim and Luke.

Luke snorted. "Boring. I expected more people. Fine. Let's call it a day." Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The two shooters, who had been hiding behind piles of junk, were hit from the side and cried out as they collapsed.

Outside, the RV started up.

Tim's black Audi, however, quickly turned around to block it.

"Jeff, you can't leave." Tim looked at Jeff, who was in the passenger seat, through the open window.

Jeff was panic-stricken. "You… You're here to kill me?"

Tim rolled his eyes. "Jeff, will you calm down? Did you think that those people were here to save you, with their guns?"

"But your computer is full of data on my colleagues. Is that normal?" asked Jeff angrily. Natalie burst out laughing. "Wow, you're really good neighbors. Did you break into our house?"

Karen wasn't to be outdone. "You put a bug in the gift you gave us. Is that what neighbors

do?"

Tim looked at Natalie awkwardly. "Maybe… it was a little too much?"

Natalie glared at her stupid partner, before she said to the other three, "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be more concerned about the person who saved you just now?"

Jeff, Karen and Carl were confused. What was that supposed to mean? Weren't those gunshots fired from someone on their side?

At that moment, a secondhand Ford slowly drove in through the gate, and Tim and Natalie both raised their guns warily.

When the Ford pulled up, everybody except Carl exclaimed in shock, "Luke?".

Luke got out with a smile and waved at them. "Haha, seeing that all of you can still stand around and chat so happily, helping you get rid of those pests wasn't in vain."

Everybody was confused. "What?"

Luke pulled out the chain around his neck to show them his badge. "LAPD, Major Crimes Division."

Everybody: "…"

Twenty minutes later, all seven of them were sitting in a fast food restaurant.

"Do you want a potato pie? Or an apple pie?" asked Tim.

"A burger will be fine. I would like some fries too," Karen said.

"I would like ice cream," said Selina.

"Soda. What do you want?" Luke looked at Carl, the security manager.

Carl shook his head. "I've been trying to lose weight. Just a soda will be fine."

After they ordered, the booth was quiet for a moment.

Jeff asked Luke, "You're a police officer? Why did you never mention it?"

Luke shrugged. "Because I'm lazy. I didn't want Meg to pester me when her drain is clogged, her dog is missing, or her children don't want to eat. I'm only responsible for robbery and homicide cases, but I'm sure Meg wouldn't think so."

Jeff and Karen were lost for words.

Meg was exactly the sort of person who would harass her neighbors for help with every small thing. Karen had been the biggest victim.

After that, Jeff and Karen started peppering Tim and Natalie with questions.

But the two of them replied to everything with "no comment."

But as they spoke, Tim and Natalie started squabbling with each other.

On the side, Luke and Selina felt it was strange.

Whether they were secret service agents or detectives, it was clear that these two didn't see eye to eye on their job and their future.

This disagreement probably would've only come out later, but while answering Jeff's questions, Tim revealed that he was tired and hoped to retire.

Natalie had utterly no idea. Astonished, she asked Tim why he hadn't told her sooner. Annoyed, Tim replied that he had already been dropping hints, which she had subconsciously dismissed.

As they continued fighting, Natalie couldn't help but complain, "Who would hide a bug inside a glass sculpture?" That was precisely the reason why Jeff and Karen had found the bug.

While they were getting randy in the living room, they broke the sculpture, and found the bug. That sculpture was from none other than Tim.

Tim argued, "I like glass sculptures. That's my hobby. I don't see why I shouldn't make a gift of it."

Natalie asked, "And expose us?"

Tim asked, "Then what about the dress you wore for the mini beer festival? I'm sorry, that didn't fit the situation at all, and could've exposed us easily too."

Natalie's eyes bulged. "What? You want me to cover my face up, like the women you saw in the Middle East?"

Tim said, "With all due respect, you need to fit in; only then will it be easier to get around."

Natalie said angrily, "Are you kidding? This is a middle-class neighborhood. The women here are so unfriendly. You think they'll like me if I wore a cheesy T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops?" "No! They'll call you a bumpkin behind your back." Tim and Natalie shifted their gazes.

Naturally, it was Selina who had spoken. She dealt Tim another blow. "That's right, that's what most women in this neighborhood would do. Oh, Karen, I'm not referring to you. You know who I'm talking about."

Who? Meg, that disgusting b*tch, of course.

Karen smiled and nodded. "I know. Tim, I have to say that you don't understand the women in our neighborhood at all."

Natalie spread her hands and looked at Tim proudly.

Tim was rendered speechless.

He had nothing to say in the face of these authoritative remarks by two women who lived in the very same neighborhood.

Seeing how Tim had been dealt a blow, Luke felt a little sorry for this big talker.

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Chapter 419 But Your House Just Blew Up

Tim wasn't young, and looked to be in his thirties, whereas Natalie didn't look more than 25 or 26 years old.

After carrying out so many dangerous missions and given his age, Tim was planning to retire, but Natalie, who was at the peak of her career, didn't support this decision.

They didn't seem to be simple work partners.

Luke didn't believe that their jobs allowed for interpersonal relationships, which was even more perilous for them than for police officers.

But it wasn't appropriate for everyone else to stand around and watch the drama, so Luke broke the awkward atmosphere. "Okay, let's go back to your investigation. You can keep the classified information to yourselves, but what about Jeff? Even gunmen were sent to deal with him today. And you're not going to let Carl here live in that old warehouse again, right?"

Carl smiled bitterly. "I could take the night shift at the company and sleep there, provided that they believe what happened to me."

But judging by Tim and Natalie's reactions, he didn't think he could do as he liked.

Tim shook his head. "Carl, you can call your supervisor and ask for leave, but until we find a target, you'll have to spend a few days under our watch. Sorry."

Carl didn't say anything.

A promotion and a pay rise were great, but not worth dying for. Though he was now penniless, he still wanted to live, even if he had to stay in an RV.

Tim looked at Luke and Selina. "You can't report this to the police department either."

Selina was focused on the ice cream.

Luke nodded with a smile. "Not a problem. But I just killed eight shooters with my police gun, and ballistics will trace it back to me. I trust you'll handle that?"

Tim nodded. "Don't worry. We've already informed someone to take care of it."

Luke said, "Then there's nothing to worry about. Our job is to deal with criminals. But what about Jeff and Karen?"

Tim said, "It won't take long. I can't tell you the details, but we'll protect Jeff while he's at work for the next couple of days."

Luke thought for a moment, then nodded. "That works. We have to go in to work tomorrow. We skipped today."

Everybody: "…"

Next, Tim and Natalie questioned Jeff on his own.

Luke knew that they were looking for the guy who had leaked the intel and drawn in the killers.

Very soon, two men in plain clothes took Carl away, and the rest of them returned home.

Carl would be taken into temporary custody given his vulnerable identity. The attack against him today couldn't prove yet that he was completely innocent.

As a HR employee, it was impossible for Jeff to reach out to the leadership of MBI.

But Carl, as MBI's security manager, had the power to directly report security matters to the top.

Naturally, Tim couldn't let Carl do anything to alert the enemy. Furthermore, Tim needed Jeff as bait, and he couldn't really do anything to restrain Luke and Selina.

His agency had to be extremely prudent when operating in the country; a slip up could result in someone grabbing hold of their weakness.

Luke and Selina were just two minor detectives, but this was their turf, and Tim would have to pull some strings in order to keep them under watch, which might alarm their mission target. In any case, Luke had helped them protect Jeff and Carl; Tim didn't want to do anything to allies unless it was necessary.

While saying goodbye to Jeff and Tim in the neighborhood, Luke suddenly frowned, and beckoned Tim over. A little surprised, Tim still got out and walked over to Luke. As he said typical things in farewell, Luke swiftly typed out something on his phone.

Tim nodded with a smile. "Okay, got it." Looking away from the screen, he tapped twice casually on the car door.

Luke said, "Sweet dreams. Jeff, Karen, come over to my place for dinner." He then drove his car away.

Jeff found it strange, but still followed Luke.

Tim smiled bitterly at the two cars that drove away. He returned to his car and said something to Natalie, before they drove back to their own place.

A moment later, there was an explosion.

The two cars that hadn't gone far stopped. Petrified, Jeff and Karen looked at the enormous fireball that had risen up behind them. Countless burning objects then started to fall from the sky.

Luke got out and looked at the explosion. With an indecipherable look on his face, he took out his phone and said, "Selina, take Jeff and Karen to our place."

Luke returned home less than an hour later.

It was Tim's house that had blown up.

However, Luke was too lazy to put on an act. He simply gave a statement to the police officers who rushed over, then went home.

Looking at Jeff and Karen in the living room, he sighed and said, "Sorry, but your place isn't safe either. You better stay here for now."

Karen couldn't help but ask, "Was that… Tim's house?"

Luke nodded.

Jeff found that hard to believe. "Seriously? They're dead? You're not going to do anything?"

Luke worked for the Major Crimes Division, and this was exactly the kind of case that he should be investigating, not to mention the fact that he was involved.

Luke was about to reply, when his phone rang. He smiled and picked up the call. "Did you find them? Come on in. The garage is already open. Go to the basement. We'll be there soon."

He then hung up and asked, "Do you want anything to drink? Or maybe watch some TV?"

Both Jeff and Karen looked conflicted.

Even if Tim and Natalie might be some sort of special agents and they had only known each other for two days, Luke still seemed too heartless!

Looking at their faces, Luke said, "It seems that you're not thirsty."

He then gestured at them and said, "Let's go, but don't get too excited." He led the way while Selina was at the back, which made Jeff and Karen, who were in the middle, very nervous. What was this? Were they going to be killed?

Going to the basement through a side door, Jeff and Karen were struck dumb as soon as they went down the stairs. Then, they both yelled, "Tim? Natalie? You're not dead?"

It was none other than Tim and Natalie in the basement.

Tim pressed his hands together. "Jeff, don't get excited. We're not ghosts." "But your house blew up!" Jeff still found it hard to believe.

Natalie nodded. "The truth is, we never went in at all. We just blew up the bomb inside as a cover."

Jeff asked, "Why?" Tim and Natalie looked to the side.

Everybody finally noticed that there were two more people in the basement, who were tied to chairs with their mouths taped shut.

"Danny? Meg?" Jeff and Karen looked at them in surprise.

Shocked, Jeff looked at Tim. "You, wait…"

He suddenly reacted, and turned around to look at Luke. "And you too. You kidnapped Danny and Meg. Why?"

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Chapter 420 Professional Ball Roaster and Professional Code Name

Natalie spread her hands and said, "This is the answer to your previous question." Jeff was at a loss. "What answer?"

Karen suddenly interjected, "It's because they ratted out Tim that his house was blown up."

Jeff asked, "What? How's that possible?!"

Karen, as paranoid as ever, added, "Because they're the ones whom Tim's after. Apart from Carl, the only other person you talked to about Tim being a spy was Danny." Tim was lost for words. "Huh?" He was a special agent, okay? He wasn't a spy. He had shed blood for his country!

Karen looked at him apologetically. "The bug we found earlier gave us the wrong idea, you know."

Tim hesitated. Fine. A spy was actually a type of special agent. It wasn't unreasonable for them to draw that conclusion.

Jeff finally got it. "Is that why those gunmen wanted to kill us when we went to meet Carl?"

He looked at Danny in sheer disbelief. "Why? Why would you do that?"

Neither Danny nor his wife could say a word because their mouths had been taped shut.

Luke couldn't watch anymore. He didn't have that much time to waste on them. Tearing the tape off, he said, "Alright, tell me everything you know."

Danny and Meg looked at each other but didn't say anything.

Luke asked Tim, "You must be a professional; do you want to do it?"

Natalie stepped forward and said, "Let me."

As she spoke, she casually grabbed a butane blow torch from the side. She flicked the switch, and it spouted blue flames.

Jeff asked, "Wait, what are you doing?"

Natalie said, "Ball roasting is a very effective interrogation method, especially with lecherous men."

Luke and Tim couldn't help but step back and unconsciously bend their waists.

Danny stopped breathing as he looked fearfully at the blue flames.

Jeff's eyes widened. "Wait, you can't threaten to roast Danny's balls, that's too much."

Danny was touched, but his face changed the next second.

Jeff grabbed a hammer and shouted, "You piece of sh*t, you actually called a bunch of killer gunmen over; Karen and I were almost turned into Swiss cheese! I'm going to kill

you!"

"Whoa, whoa!" Tim hurriedly stopped the irate good guy Jeff. "Don't, we need him alive. If he doesn't talk, how about you break his legs later? And his hands too, if that's not enough."

Scared, Danny yelled, "N- no! I really didn't call anyone to kill you! I swear! You're my good neighbor and colleague. Why would I want to kill you? I didn't even tell them your name. I only said that Carl and Tim knew about the deal!"

Luke asked, "What deal?"

Danny immediately shut up.

Natalie looked at Tim. Seeing him nod, she said, "Danny's a maintenance engineer at MBI. A fighter plane that had been on a secret mission previously was delivered to MBI for maintenance last month. We got word that a guy named Tyrannosaur was looking to buy some information from him, which probably had to do with the atomic weapon on the plane."

Hearing that, Danny's face turned pale and he quickly shook his head. "No! Not at all! That fighter plant wasn't kitted out with any atomic weapons!"

If he was found guilty of selling atomic weapons, his whole family would probably be vaporized.

He yelled, "Tyrannosaur only wanted to know the maintenance progress on the fighter plane, and when it would be moved after the maintenance."

Everybody traded looks, and Natalie asked, "If that's all, why were you acting all mysterious? Are you lying? Do you want your balls roasted!?"

The blue flames whooshed out again.

Since Danny had already spat out part of it, his willpower started to crumble and he promptly cried, "N- no, I was just worried about my job. If I'm caught, I won't just be fired and locked up, I'd also have to pay damages, so I never agreed to the deal."

Tim sneered. "Actually, it was just that the price wasn't right, wasn't it? That was a very steep reward you were asking for."

Danny stammered, "N- not at all. I never sold any information."

The blue flames glowed again in Natalie's hands.

This time, however, Danny insisted, "I really didn't sell any information, really. It's just that Tyrannosaur keeps contacting me." Ding! Ding! Ding! An unpleasant ringtone rang out, and everybody looked at the source of the sound.

The only person who had such an unpleasant ringtone… was Danny.

He was using a burner phone to keep in contact with Tyrannosaur, hence the unpleasant ringtone.

Tim picked up Danny's phone from the table and frowned at the number. "It's Tyrannosaur."

He gave the phone to Danny and said, "Work with us and see what he has to say."

Danny shook his head quickly. "No, I can't do it. I'm just an ordinary person, a father who takes his kids to football games. I'm not a spy."

He was almost crying as he spoke.

His wife, Meg, also explained, "He never misses the kids' sports day; he always watches their games."

Tim was helpless.

According to Danny, he was an ordinary person who just wanted to sell company information for money. He hadn't said anything to the other party about Jeff being an informant.

Carl, as head of security, was therefore attacked, and a bomb was placed inside Tim's house, but nothing happened to Jeff's place.

It was clear from this that Danny had only divulged Carl and Tim's names.

But if Jeff wasn't taken care of, Danny's dealings might still come to light.

He clearly wasn't any sort of professional, not to mention he was far from ruthless. Now that he was being interrogated by Tim and the others, and knew how serious things were, he might give the game away over the phone.

The phone was still ringing, and Tim frowned.

Luke remained silent.

Jeff, however, suddenly stepped forward and picked up the phone. "Hello, is this Mr. Tyrannosaur?"

Everybody looked at Jeff, who unexpectedly sounded a lot like Danny at that moment.

"Hello, Mr. Rick Forrest." The person on the other side of the phone was obviously using a voice changer.

Everybody then looked at Danny.

Danny said in a very low voice. "Of course I need a code name for this."

Everybody was lost for words. So now you're acting like a damn pro? Less than thirty seconds later, Jeff hung up. Everybody looked at him, and it was his wife, Karen, who eventually asked, "Honey, how are you able to copy Danny's voice?" Jeff said with a bitter smile, "It was a joke. One time in the company, it was popular to pretend to be someone else on the phone, and I chose to mimic Danny. Sadly, just when I was close to sounding just like him after practicing for almost two months, this game suddenly stopped being popular."

Everybody: "…"

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Chapter 421 A Feast, and I Have Money, I Do What I Want

In any case, Jeff's hard work in the past finally paid off.

He successfully obtained the time and place for the deal after talking to Tyrannosaur over the phone — tomorrow, 9pm, at Odyssey Hotel's V Restaurant.

But Tyrannosaur demanded that both Danny and his wife show up — clearly, Meg was also an informant in this matter.

The problem was that Danny and his wife had now been caught. So, who should go tomorrow?

Seeing everyone look at him, Danny quickly shook his head. "Don't — don't look at me. I've never met them, and I've only ever used a code name with them. They don't know who I am."

Natalie wasn't convinced. "That's not possible. When you contacted them on your computer from your company, they could've checked your IP address."

Danny couldn't help but lower his head and said in embarrassment, "That's why I've been contacting Tyrannosaur on Jeff's office computer."

Jeff shouted, "What?"

He grabbed a saw from the table and cursed, "I'm going to cut your balls off! Damn it."

Tim hurriedly stopped him once more.

Luke and Selina looked at Jeff sympathetically.

This good guy had truly been tragically set up.

If someone sold company secrets on his computer, he would definitely be held partly responsible, and lose his job.

Natalie nodded too. "He's not lying. We did find the leads on Jeff's computer."

She had just been testing Danny and his wife with her previous question, to see if they had really never met Tyrannosaur in real life.

Without saying a word, everybody turned their eyes to Jeff and his wife.

Karen was suspicious. "What are you thinking?"

Natalie stepped forward, cupped Karen's face and studied it carefully. "Mm, this is the typical middle-class housewife." Tim tossed the saw which Jeff had been holding back onto the table and restrained the guy, who still wanted to cut Danny's balls off. "And this man here fits the description too, once he calms down."

Luke sighed and said, "This isn't very nice, is it? I don't care about your mission, but Jeff and Karen don't have any professional training, and they won't get a cent out of

it…"

Tim spread his hands helplessly. "They're already involved. If we don't catch Tyrannosaur, the man will come after them sooner or later, which will be even more dangerous."

Luke frowned.

He actually had another solution, but he had secrets of his own.

Looking at Jeff and Karen, he suddenly sighed. "Fine, the two of you can decide."

Jeff and Karen looked nervous at the danger, but Luke could see anticipation in their eyes.

They lived ordinary lives, but had always hoped for something extraordinary.

Whether it was paranoid Karen or good guy Jeff, a passionate side burned in their hearts.

Karen said, "I'm in."

Jeff didn't say anything, but tacitly agreed with his wife's decision.

"About the operation tomorrow night…" Luke looked at Tim.

Tim shook his head and said, "We're professionals, and we have backup. You don't need to come."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Okay, then it's all yours. Don't forget to clean this place up, including them…" He looked at Danny and Meg.

Both of them turned pale at Luke's words.

Danny cried, "Please don't! We're neighbors, Luke!"

Meg wept too. "Selina, don't kill us. Have you forgotten that I'm the one who invites you to community activities?"

Selina smiled brilliantly. "Of course I haven't. So, make it quick, Natalie."

Natalie nodded. "I guarantee we'll wrap it up cleanly."

After that, Luke and Selina left.

This basement was only a cover, and didn't contain anything sensitive; the truly secret things were in his inventory.

It was why Luke dared invite them to his place.

Of course, Danny and Meg wouldn't die. "Cleaning and wrapping things up" were just to scare this obnoxious couple.

They weren't good people and had made a huge blunder; good guy Jeff had almost been shot because of them. Did they really deserve any comfort?

Back in the living room, Selina couldn't help but ask, "Are we really going to just leave it?"

Luke didn't even turn his head and simply tossed her the tablet. "Make a reservation for us. Let's have a feast tomorrow night, at Odyssey Hotel's V Restaurant."

Selina laughed. "I knew you wouldn't be so obedient."

Luke shrugged. "It's not like we're taking part in Tim's operation. Who can stop us from eating at that restaurant? I have money; I can do whatever I want."

He checked the system notifications as he spoke.

System: You have killed the criminals and rescued Jeff, Karen and Carl.

Total experience: 500. Total credit: 500.

Contribution rate: 90%. EXP 450. Credit 450.

This was his real harvest, which was more than what he could earn from a regular case, and chances were that he could still earn more the next day.

Naturally, he wouldn't refuse more experience and credit points.

The next day, Luke and Selina went to work as usual, and came home as usual.

Selina watched on the tablet as Jeff and Karen, who were dressed formally, left the house, and she asked, "Luke, are we dressed too casually?"

Luke examined Selina, who was wearing cropped jeans and a loose white shirt.

Luke was also wearing jeans, along with a casual plaid shirt.

He said helplessly, "We need to carry guns and equipment. I don't think you can dress like Karen…"

On screen, Karen was wearing a champagne-colored dress.

She was only 1.6 meters tall, but the dress accentuated her magnificent breasts. Her butt and her legs were extraordinary too. The dress looked like it would explode at any moment.

This ordinary housewife had undergone a transformation into a super lush beauty.

Her great figure was normally hidden under her loose home clothes, and it was such a huge contrast; no wonder Selina was worried about her own outfit.

Selina nodded regretfully. "Fine. We're only going there for dinner, anyway."

Luke walked out with her and said, "After we're done today, you can wear whatever you want when we go out to eat tomorrow. How about Hungry Cat? From what you said, it sounds pretty good."

Selina gave a satisfied smile. "Okay. You can learn how to make their Maine lobster roll. It's really delicious."

Luke nodded with a smile. "Let's go. Hopefully everything goes smoothly tonight."

They drove out.

They needed to get to V Restaurant early if they wanted to have a feast first.

In the car, Selina asked, "Why did you agree to let Jeff and Karen get involved in this? Even with us following them, it's very dangerous."

Jeff and his wife were just ordinary and inexperienced people who would be easily exposed, and when that happened, they also didn't have the strength to protect themselves; this operation really was a little risky.

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Chapter 422 Acting Separately, and Jeff Exposed

Luke shrugged and said, "I've spoken to Tim. Jeff and Karen only need to give the fake files to Tyrannosaur and then leave with the money. The arrest won't happen until after they're gone."

Selina immediately got it.

In other words, this was a fishing operation, and Jeff and Karen were just throwing out the bait; they wouldn't be the ones to reel in the line.

They didn't need to do or think anything else.

This sort of operation was still dangerous, but you didn't have to be a super pro; it was fine for Jeff and Karen to look a little nervous.

As a regular couple that was about to sell MBI company secrets, they had every reason to be nervous.

When Luke and Selina got to the hotel, they parked and leisurely made their way up through the underground carpark. Selina casually asked, "Why are we going up from here?"

Luke said, "Tim and Natalie are on the hotel roof, so naturally, we can only enter through the carpark."

Selina nodded. "Oh, that's true."

Luke said, "Also, Tim's colleagues are already here. Mind what you say later, so that no one notices anything unusual."

Selina nodded, then switched to asking about the specialties here, and Luke replied with the information he had read before.

Just like regular customers who were here to eat, they talked and laughed as they walked into V Restaurant.

After giving their names, they were taken to a table by the window. Below, on the other side of the window, was an indoor swimming pool, and plenty of people were idling around it.

In high spirits, Selina began to order food.

What about Jeff and Karen? They were still at home. It was only 8.20pm; there were forty minutes to go before the deal. Luke and Selina had enough time for a nice dinner.

In the meantime, a small drone on autopilot mode was hovering above the hotel and monitoring the surroundings.

At the table, Luke and Selina laughed and talked in low voices as they relaxed and enjoyed dinner.

Half an hour later, Selina had finished the meal and was scooping up pink strawberry ice cream, which she stuck into Luke's mouth every now and then.

Luke wasn't particularly fond of ice cream, but he didn't hate it either.

Thus, he couldn't say anything about Selina sharing it with him.

The pink strawberry ice cream was a little girly, but it was fine since he wasn't the one who ordered it.

Many other customers looked at this scene with envy and admiration, and some couples began to copy them.

On the roof, Tim and Natalie cuddled together near the edge as they enjoyed the breeze and the night view.

They had been frank with each other earlier, which undid the knots in their hearts.

"They're here," said Natalie.

"They're here." Luke glanced at the couple who had just entered the reception hall. The two looked a little strange. They only took a few steps, before they actually embraced right in the middle of the reception hall and kissed each other passionately. Luke could practically hear the moist sound effects in his head, and he found it strange; these two usually weren't so unrestrained.

A moment later, the middle-aged couple entered the restaurant, and Luke watched out of the corner of his eye as a waiter took them upstairs.

Withdrawing his gaze, Luke whispered to Selina, who was still savoring the ice cream, "Let's get to work."

Ta

Selina had one last mouthful of ice cream before she stood up. "The ice cream's not bad. I'll order it again next time."

They got up and took action separately.

Selina quickly entered a building diagonally across the street. She put down her big backpack and took out an M4A1 and a black cylinder.

She inserted the cylinder into a launcher under the barrel of the gun, and Luke's voice sounded in her earpiece. "Third floor, room 305."

Selina said, "I see it."

Pu! Swoosh!

The black cylinder shot out and abruptly unfurled into a round shape in the air before it hit and stuck to the upper edge of the window of that room.

Several seconds later, Selina heard the conversation in her left earpiece. "Mr. Rick Forrest, is this your wife? It's very nice to meet you."

The cylinder which Selina had shot out and stuck to the window was naturally a bug.

They couldn't interfere with whatever Tim and Natalie had planted on Jeff and Karen, so they could only plant a bug of their own outside the room.

Listening to the conversation in her earpiece, Selina murmured, "It seems that Jeff and Karen are quite calm. There shouldn't be any problems with this operation."

That was indeed the case.

Neither of the two parties in the room wasted time. Jeff and Karen wanted to give away the fake files as soon as possible, and Tyrannosaur wanted to leave with the files just as quickly.

Tyrannosaur had noticed that Tim was tracking him down. As his sense of crisis grew stronger, he could only close this deal as quickly as possible.

Because of that, he paid 50% more than he promised, increasing it from one million to one and a half million.

Clearly, Danny and his wife had wanted to get rich and retire in one go.

"Pay more attention. This is the moment when things can go wrong," Luke warned Selina.

She hummed in response. She was already done checking her gun, and aimed it once more at the room.

She heard Jeff's voice through the earpiece. "You look familiar. Have we met before?"

"No," replied a short fatty who was only about 1.5 meters tall.

This short fatty was none other than Tyrannosaur. He was wearing a gray suit, under which was a round-collared T-shirt.

Even weirder was that there was an image of a pink cartoon tyrannosaur rex conquering Earth on it, which was almost… cute.

Luke had already snuck into the room next door. He was waiting by the window.

A few minutes later, the transaction was completed, and the two parties were saying goodbye.

"Wait. This is yours…" said the short fatty, a red stress ball in his hand.

This was something Jeff had been carrying on him and which had been confiscated when he was searched before entering the room.

Jeff didn't think it was a big deal. "It's fine, you can have it."

The short fatty stared at the stress ball with the clear MBI logo on it.

Frowning for a moment, he suddenly said, "Stop them."

Jeff and Karen, who had just walked to the door, were stopped.

Jeff grew anxious. "What do you want?"

The short fatty searched his memory, and his expression turned ugly a moment later. "You're that guy from HR!"

Jeff hurriedly denied it. "No, no, no. I'm a maintenance engineer."

Karen also defended him. "He's an engineer, with two doctorates."

The short fatty shook his head and played with the stress ball. "No, no. You were right. We've met before."

Jeff: "Huh?"

The short fatty smiled coldly. "I worked at Mcwell Bonn Incorporation from 1999 to 2001 as a non-essential mid-level manager. And you, you're Jeff Gaffney."

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Chapter 423 I've Fallen For You

"No, I'm not." Jeff hurriedly denied it.

"You're from HR…" The fatty cursed.

"You're wrong." Jeff didn't give up.

"You said that I had suicidal tendencies and clinical depression, and you consoled me with your so-called trust game." The short fatty was very confident.

Jeff quickly shook his head. "No, you don't look like you have depression…"

"And this goddamn MBI stress ball! It's absolutely useless!" the short fatty roared.

He threw the stress ball away. "You're fake. This is a trap. Plan B. Call the chopper."

Selina was lost for words. "It seems that being too good at talking isn't a good thing. Should we make a move?"

"Wait a minute." Luke frowned and listened in on Tim.

"Bait exposed. Requesting an immediate backup-and-rescue," Tim said into a walkie-talkie.

A moment later, he couldn't have looked more awful.

Staring at him for a moment, Natalie replied into the walkie-talkie, "Copy that. Retreating."

"Are we really giving up on them?" Tim hesitated.

Smiling, Natalie grabbed her gun and said, "Of course not. They're nice neighbors, aren't they?"

Tim smiled as well. Both of them swiftly headed downstairs.

Luke rolled his eyes; he knew that none of the special agent organizations could be trusted.

He had never wanted to enter agencies like the FBI or CIA precisely because of something like this.

Without enough power and influence, even if he was recruited, he would only end up doing the dirty work and would be abandoned without any hesitation once he was exposed.

What could he do then? Use his abilities to go on a killing spree, or wait to be resurrected after he was killed?

Either choice would have dire consequences, and he didn't like either of them.

While thinking, Luke said, "Selina, get ready to back Tim up. Tim and Natalie's reinforcements have already withdrawn from the hotel."

Selina remarked, "… These reinforcements are really quick to respond."

Were they betraying their teammates? No, because Jeff and Karen weren't their teammates at all.

Those two were just bait. Losing bait was always inevitable when fishing.

At that moment, Jeff and Karen had been pressed down onto the couch.

On the other side, the short fatty was speaking to one of his accomplices. Frowning, Jeff thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Bruce?"

The short fatty subconsciously turned around. "Huh? You're talking to me?"

Jeff was even more certain. "I remember your name now! Bruce! Bruce Springstyle."

The short fatty shook his head awkwardly. "No, you're mistaken."

Jeff, however, was quite confident. "I remember now. I was the one who had to deal with your parking space issue. Is that why you turned to crime? Over a parking space?" The short fatty flew into a rage. "Enough! Shut up! What do you think this place is? A talk show stage?".

In the room, the short fatty's subordinates and accomplices had strange expressions on their faces.

One of his female accomplices couldn't help but ask, "Your name… is Springstyle?"

Her curiosity was understandable.

It was like someone suddenly learning that Schwarzenegger or Stallone's real name was Puppy.

The short fatty shouted furiously, "Yes, got a problem?"

Another accomplice interjected, "Is that why you told us to call you Tyrannosaur?"

The short fatty said, "Of course people in our line of work must have a nickname that can't be linked back to them. What other reason is there?"

Everybody's expressions were strange.

The short fatty, Bruce, suddenly turned around and pointed at Jeff. "Also, that parking space thing wasn't fair at all, alright?!"

Everybody was lost for words. …So, you did become a criminal over nothing more than a parking space? As if someone had poked at his sore spot, Bruce roared, "I worked three years for them. Three years! And they still told me to park in Section D, which is on the other side of the road! Every time I went to or got off work, I had to cross that… what do you call it?"

"The pedestrian bridge," Jeff prompted on the dot; too many employees had come running to him to complain about the same matter.

"That's right! When you cross the goddamn pedestrian bridge, you sweat when it's hot, get dusty when it's windy, and get drenched when it rains! I had to f*cking enjoy that for three years! I must thank you!" In his fury, Bruce was already taking his gun out.

Jeff hurriedly reminded him, "Wait! I wasn't the one who assigned you your parking space! I've been parking my car in Section D for twelve years myself!"

Bruce choked for a moment, but came back to himself and raised his gun again. "I'm not a useless lying HR bastard like you! I don't care how long you've parked in Section D!"

Crash!

The door was suddenly pushed open, interrupting this farce.

Monitoring the room from across the street, Selina couldn't help but ask, "Luke, are you sure that Tim and Natalie are there to save Jeff and Karen?"

Luke looked at the image on his fake phone that was being streamed from the camera which he had just set up outside the window. "Maybe this is their backup plan?"

"To get themselves caught?" Selina complained, "You better not use a plan like this in the future."

Luke was amused. "Okay, get ready to move." Inside, Jeff looked at Tim in surprise. "Where's the backup?"

"There's no backup." Tim smiled bitterly.

Jeff said, "What? Didn't you say that the worst outcome would be backup breaking in and blowing this place up?" Natalie said, "That's the worst outcome for them. They don't really care about collateral damage."

"Collateral damage?" Jeff and Karen were stunned.

Bruce chuckled and said, "See? That's a classic lie by omission. Okay, Bruno, put down the plastic sheet. I still want the hotel to give me back my deposit later."

"Wait!" someone shouted.

Bruce was annoyed. "Hey! Why is everybody interrupting me?" It was Karen who had shouted, a pleading expression on her face. "Natalie, after we tried on lingerie together last time, I realized that I've fallen for you."

Everybody: "…" Jeff and Tim: "…"

Confused, Bruce looked at Tim.

This person couldn't be called "Natalie," let alone enter the fitting room for ladies.

"Are you talking to her?" He looked at Natalie, who was next to Tim, and then at Karen again.

Karen nodded. "Can you let me say my last words?"

"Okay, go on." Bruce nodded involuntarily as he glanced between the two extremely unique women.

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Chapter 424 What Did She Teach You?

Karen walked over to Natalie and said, "Natalie, thank you for everything you taught me."

What did she teach you? The same question popped up in everybody's heads.

Natalie was tall and graceful, while Karen was plump and mature, with boobs that dazzled the eye.

What happened between them?

Even the only female criminal in the room held her breath at that moment, eager for an answer.

Karen slowly took two steps forward, hugged Natalie, then kissed her.

Gulp! Every man on the scene swallowed at the same time.

This was too d*mn stimulating.

Selina's mouth dropped open. "When did that happen? How come I didn't know?"

Luke said, "…Alright, Karen is acting and distracting them. Get ready! Three, two, one."

Selina, who had long been ready for action, pulled the trigger.

Bam! Bang!

Two gunshots burst out in a short staccato.

The first bullet broke the glass window, and then a stun grenade was fired into the room.

Bang!

After a gigantic explosion, everybody in the room was dizzy and their ears rang.

Natalie and Karen subconsciously grabbed tightly onto each other.

After the explosion, Luke dashed out the window of the room next door and jumped nimbly into this room through the broken window.

At the moment, he was still moving at a regular speed. When he went past two criminals, he slapped them in passing and sent them flying.

The next moment, he pulled Karen out of Natalie's arms with one hand and used the other to throw Natalie behind the couch.

He took two steps and pulled up the sluggish Jeff before skillfully kicking Tim toward the couch.

Luke then flipped the couch on its side with one foot and kicked it several meters away.

Then, with Jeff and Karen in one hand each, he kicked the door and ran out.

It might seem complicated, but from Selina breaking the window to Luke pulling Jeff and Karen out the door, it hadn't been more than ten seconds.

Because of the stun grenade, everybody in the room was still dizzy and unwell.

All except for one person — Bruce.

He was the first person to come back to his senses in the room.

Looking around the room, he shook his dizzy head and cursed, "D*mn it! It's their backup!" As he spoke, he raised his and tried to shoot Tim, who was the closest to him.

Frowning, Selina pulled the trigger. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bruce was hit and fell.

Luke, who was running away with Jeff and Karen, frowned. "Selina?"

They had agreed that they wouldn't touch the criminals unless it was necessary.

Naturally, that was because Tim's agency was involved, and Luke and Selina would easily draw attention if they took any action.

If they really had to be dealt with, Luke could go out in the middle of the night and make all of them disappear, guaranteed. Selina immediately replied, "There's something strange about that Tyrannosaur, Mr. Bruce. He was already moving as soon as you left."

Luke said, "Oh, alright then."

At that moment, Tim and Natalie struggled to their feet and grabbed guns off the nearby criminals. Tim also picked up the fake files, before the two of them staggered out as well.

"Okay, Tim and Natalie are out," Selina informed Luke.

Luke hummed a response. He had already taken Jeff and Karen to the stairs, when he suddenly stopped.

Putting them down right by the wall, he drew out the Glock and said, "Alright, it doesn't look like we can take these two out of here peacefully."

As he spoke, two criminals came charging up the stairs.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! At such close distance and with ample time to prepare, Luke couldn't be bothered to shoot them in the head; he shot them each in the stomach, then kicked them down the stairs.

Now that he was getting more and more famous in LAPD, he deliberately controlled his shooting, and in particular, didn't use headshots all the time.

Practically no one else in the police department could do it.

If he kept doing it, it would be very easy for anyone with a brain to connect the dots between him and some big cases in particular.

After shooting the two, Luke felt a little helpless. Just whose home field was this, exactly?

After the two criminals were shot down, the eight or so criminals at the foot of the stairs stopped and aimed their guns at the stairs.

Cowards! Can't you be braver and charge at me all together?

As he mocked these gun-wielding criminals, Luke looked behind him.

Dizzy, Jeff asked, "Luke, why are you here?" Luke replied casually, "Me? I was here for dinner."

Jeff was at a loss. "Really? What a coincidence."

"You only came here for dinner because you knew we were here, right?" The housewife with over ten years of expertise with conspiracy theories guessed the right answer.

Ding!

Seven or eight meters away, the elevator doors dinged open and two criminals scuttled out.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Luke's bullets hit them practically the moment they exited the elevator.

They collapsed before they even had the chance to pull the trigger.

"No, we really were here for dinner. The Spanish trotters here are great," Luke said with a smile.

"Spanish trotters?" Jeff's head was still in a muddle, and for a moment, he couldn't think exactly what that dish was

Luke nodded and said, "I think its full name is jamón ibérico or something. But I like how soft and elastic the pig trotters are when they're boiled."

Jeff and Karen stared blankly. "Huh?" Was this the time to talk about the taste of pig trotters?!

During this delay, Tim and Natalie caught up to them.

Both of them had pained expressions. "Luke, was it you?"

"No." Luke shook his head firmly.

Natalie rubbed her forehead and said, "I haven't even said anything yet, what are you denying? Denying it is admitting it!" Tim rubbed his head as well. "It doesn't feel great, but thanks for the stun grenade."

Actually, if Selina had been one or two seconds late in taking action, Natalie would've detonated the bomb she had prepared, which could've distracted the criminals and given them a chance to escape.

But Luke and Selina's intervention had disrupted their plan.

Fortunately, everything turned out well and everyone managed to escape.

Luke chuckled and said, "There's a bunch of shooters down there. Any idea how we're getting down?"

Tim stuck his head out at the top of the stairs. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! A dozen bullets hit the wall corner and kicked up dust.

Tim pulled back, dust all over his face. "Fine, there's really a lot of them. How about your stun grenades?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "I only had one, in case of an emergency. How the hell was I supposed to know that your backup is so unreliable?"

Tim and Natalie were a little embarrassed.

Natalie was the quickest to respond and pointed to the side. "There's a swimming pool down there. Let's break the glass and jump down."

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Chapter 425 Mr. Bruce, the Real Tyrannosaur

Luke was lost for words. Why are you all so fond of jumping? Can't you take a normal route?

At that moment, two criminals revealed themselves in the corridor behind them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Tim and Natalie opened fire simultaneously and knocked them down.

Tim said helplessly, "We don't have backup, and we're outnumbered. Let's just get out through the window."

Luke could only agree. "Fine."

"Do you mean that window? I'll do it first." In his dizziness, Jeff overheard their conversation and got back to his feet.

"Ahhhhhhh!" He roared and rushed at the window that was several meters away, covering his head with his hands.

Luke dropped his forehead into his hand.

Tim stretched out his hand. "Wait."

Duang! Jeff hit the glass… and bounced back.

"Jeff, that's three-layer tempered glass. You have to break it first," said Tim.

Saying that, he picked up a fire extinguisher on the side and smashed it on the window.

Duang!

Tim was dumbfounded when he saw the glass remain intact.

Duang! Duang!

Tim put the fire extinguisher down and said, "Fine, this glass is really hard."

"Maybe it was made in China," Luke said casually. "Let's just take the simplest approach."

Bang! Bang! Bang! As three bullet holes appeared, the tempered glass shattered into countless pieces.

Bang! Bang! Bang! "Hurry up, stop horsing around!" Natalie grumbled behind them as she opened fire and held off another two criminals who were about to press forward.

The three men finally stopped joking.

Luke grabbed Karen and said, "Hold on to Jeff. Close your legs together and don't flail around. Don't let go of him until you're in the water."

Karen hurriedly clung to Jeff. Luke raised his hand and gave the couple a gentle push.

Karen shrieked in the air. When the people down below looked up, she crashed into the water with Jeff from high above.

Luke could only pray that she had remembered his warning and hadn't jumped in with her legs spread wide, since she was only wearing a short dress.

There were a lot of people in the swimming pool, and they subconsciously raised their heads when they heard the gunshots breaking the glass. Hearing Karen's shriek, Natalie looked back and said, "You deal with them for now."

She then started to fiddle with the suitcase of fake files.

Luke's expression didn't change, but his Sharp Nose had already picked up a familiar scent – plastic explosives.

He instantly got ready to run. After less than a minute, Tim said, "I'm running out of bullets." Luke shrugged and said, "I don't have clips for an MP5." "Natalie, are you done?" Tim urged her. "Okay, let's go." Saying thus, Natalie threw the suitcase of fake files at the criminals, before she got up and jumped out the broken window with Tim.

Luke rolled his eyes. With his astonishing reflexes and speed, he put on a mask as he ran and followed them out the window.

Instead of jumping into the pool, however, he activated Extreme Parkour and nimbly used protruding wall corners and AC units to reduce his momentum as he fell.

As she fell, Natalie pressed the remote in her hand.

Bang!

After a huge explosion, a shocking wave of heat poured out of the broken window.

Luke directly dropped down from the second floor and ran to the swimming pool.

Looking at the various bits and bobs that were falling from above, he pulled Jeff and Karen over from the pool.

After taking the couple to one side to avoid the falling debris, Luke returned to the pool "Hey, isn't this a bit too much? Aren't you afraid you'll be sacked?"

Natalie and Tim exchanged looks, and smiled brightly. "Those terrorists reserved the entire floor and set up explosive devices there. We had no choice but to flee. If the boss wants to investigate, then we can only admit it and retire."

Tim laughed and mumbled to himself, It would be great if the boss can really let us retire like this.

Luke was lost for words. Those diligent terrorists became scapegoats once again.

While they were talking, Selina suddenly sent a warning. "Luke, something's not right about the floor that just blew up. I think a person is coming out."

Luke raised his head, only to see a short and fat man walk out of the dense smoke and fire on the third floor.

Was that Tyrannosaur Mr. Bruce?

He stood there, black all over and smoking. His hair was now a bird's nest and fury flashed in his eyes. "You petty bugs have made me really angry!"

As he spoke, his body started to expand.

Everybody at the scene looked in shock at the man who was standing at the broken window on the third floor.

In a matter of seconds, the short fatty had grown to two meters tall, and was still getting bigger.

His previously normal features stretched out. His mouth became especially huge, and his teeth also turned long and sharp. In the meantime, muscles bulged on his body like a balloon swelling up.

An ill wind blew, and the lights around him flickered; it was like a scene out of a horror movie.

Luke looked at Tim and Natalie. "You guys are too much! What kind of d*mn monster is this? You actually never told us anything!"

Natalie's expression was dark. "That's because we didn't know he's a monster at all. Our intelligence only mentioned that he was trying to steal important MBI secrets."

Luke sighed. "Fine. The two of you move back in a bit."

Tim and Natalie: "What?"

Luke was already saying, "Selina, toss over the gun and clips." The next moment, a huge backpack was tossed down at an angle in his direction.

Luke picked up the backpack, unzipped it, and took out the M4A1 that was inside.

Bruce had finally completed his transformation upstairs, turning from a short fatty into a hideous and brawny 2.5-meter-tall monster.

The strange thing was that his arms and legs were short compared with his torso, so he really did look a little like a tyrannosaur.

It seemed that Bruce hadn't picked this codename randomly; he really could transform!

Bruce the tyrannosaur took a deep breath and roared, "Why? Why are all of you so mean to me? I'm going to kill you! Ahhhh!"

That enormous body jumped down into the swimming pool

Luke: "…"

He raised the M4A1 and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! A string of bullets hit Bruce and his body jolted in the air.

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Chapter 426 Pulling the Monster's Aggro

To everybody's shock, Bruce didn't die and was still yelling. "Ouch, that hurts! You actually dare hit me!"

"It's precisely you I'm hitting!" Luke mocked while he mumbled inwardly, Don't tell me this guy can't die.

Seven or eight bullets had hit Bruce just now, but nothing else happened after they pierced his body.

There were several bullet holes in him, which smoked faintly, but there was no blood.

Seeing this, Luke promptly… ran away.

Who knew what weird thing Bruce was; he didn't die even after multiple shots.

After fumbling around in the swimming pool, Bruce crawled out, his eyes fixed on Tim and Natalie who were about to run.

Without any hesitation, Luke fired again at his big head. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "Ouch! It's you again! I'm going to kill you! Ahhhh!" Rubbing his forehead, Bruce charged at Luke with large strides as he no longer paid attention to Tim and Natalie who had duped him earlier.

Pulling aggro, success! It was time to run!

Luke dashed down the widest path. After passing the bar, he burst into the hotel lobby and then ran out into the street.

Behind him, Bruce was still roaring. "Stop there, you goddamn bug! I'm going to stomp on you!"

Luke rolled his eyes and came to a stop.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! In the lobby, Bruce fell flat on his face before rolling over the floor.

The bullets couldn't kill him, but there was still the force from impact, and Luke's bullets easily disrupted Bruce's balance as the latter ran.

"Idiot, come and get me. If you can… cough, cough." Luke awkwardly stopped mid-taunt, before breaking into a run once again.

At the same time, he said to Selina, "Call Captain Wales. D*mn it, tell him that I'm being chased by a monster on the streets in downtown Los Angeles. Remember to send him pictures and a video."

Selina said, "I'm sending them right now. But what you did just now was too cool. Would Wales think you're shooting a movie? Hollywood isn't far from here, after all."

Luke didn't know what to say. "Can you blame me for being cool? This is a gift from God, alright? Right, tell Dustin and Elsa to let the police officers en route know to stay clear of Bruce, or they'll die even quicker."

Selina simply tapped twice on the mic this time since she was already speaking to Captain Wales.

What Luke didn't know was that Tim was making a call as well. "Flegg, I have a situation here that you may find interesting. I'm at Odyssey Hotel in Los Angeles…"

Several minutes later, two helicopters with the FBI logo on them took off from two locations in Los Angeles at almost the same time as they headed toward the same destination.

On the street, Luke ran circles around Bruce, as if he were playing with a dog.

He didn't need extraordinary power or special equipment; he just used the M4A1 he was holding and his astonishing reflexes to tease the infuriated Bruce.

Thanks to the Quick Reflex he learned, his movements were like that of a fish in water, and his vague ability to anticipate things became clearer little by little.

Luke knew that his body was gradually adapting to the ability and that his true potential was now revealing itself.

With this gain, he became even more cool-headed.

It wasn't easy to find an extraordinary opponent, especially one like Bruce who seemed immune to death.

Luke also noticed that except for being a little more sensitive about his parking space being in Section D, Bruce's state of mind had still been relatively normal before his transformation.

After his transformation, however, his resentment soared, and he bellowed non-stop with a miserable and aggrieved face, "You're all liars! You all laugh at me for being a failure! Go to hell, all of you!"

Bang! Bang!

Another two bullets hit the guy in the back of his head; once again, that produced nothing but two smoking holes. Bruce was still alive and kicking. "Ouch, that hurts! I'm going to beat your ass!"

Bang! Bang!

Two bullet holes appeared in Bruce's chest, but he was still jumping around. "Ouch! That hurts!"

Bang! Bang!

Two more bullet holes appeared in Bruce's crotch. Covering it, he hopped around on the street. "Ah, ouch, ouch…"

But a moment later, he was as lively as ever as he chased Luke again and repeated the same lines.

He was human and yet not. Luke scratched his head.

Gunfire, or more accurately, physical attacks were useless on him, and he had ridiculous stamina.

If Luke's own stamina wasn't as good or if he didn't have any guns on him, he would've beaten it.

It wasn't that he couldn't defeat the monster, but that he didn't want to reveal his secrets.

Many elite special soldiers could run dozens of kilometers with dozens of kilograms on their back, but it was impossible for them to run and fight an opponent for ten minutes without any rest.

That was because they couldn't move at a constant speed in a battle. They had to stop and switch directions constantly, and roll and jump as they fired their weapons, which was very taxing on the body.

Thanks to his newly acquired Quick Reflex, Luke could easily stay out of Bruce's reach; the guy was all brawn and no skill.

While he was shooting the breeze, he asked Selina, "What's Captain Wales's ETA? Tell him that this guy is invulnerable and a real

pain."

Selina said, "Their helicopter has taken off. It'll take them about five minutes to get here."

Luke was helpless. "Fine, looks like I can only play a little more."

Saying that, he slung his gun over his shoulder and ran to a streetside building.

He jumped onto a windowsill on the first floor. Pushing off of his feet, he grabbed the ledge on the second floor, and in two seconds, had climbed up to the third floor like a lizard.

He was able to do this thanks to a combination of Extreme Parkour and Quick Reflex.

Extreme Parkour enabled him to pick out climbing holds, and Quick Reflex gave him quick coordination.

He could climb up three floors easily before all this, but had just slightly lacked that satisfying sense of flow in his movements.

Quick Reflex was like a lubricant which made his slightly rough and blunt movements agile and smooth, and he now only needed half the amount of strength required to accomplish the same thing

Bruce roared and jumped to grab at Luke on the third floor… but failed.

He was now 2.5 meters tall and extraordinarily strong, but because of his short limbs, Luke was still out of his reach.

Luke laughed and jumped to the next window before shouting at Bruce who was hopping around down below. "Lo-ser~!"

Infuriated, Bruce pressed down with his hands and plastered his body to the wall.

Looking at this scene, Luke was stupefied.

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Chapter 427 The Big Beauty's Toy Banana

After setting foot on the wall, Bruce unexpectedly stood up, just like that.

He gave a hideous grin and shouted, "Crawl faster, little bug!" Looking at Bruce, who was standing parallel to the ground, Luke pondered for a moment.

Suddenly, he jumped back several meters and blew a raspberry at Bruce while he was in the air. "Pffft! You still can't catch me!"

Bruce: "…Ahhhhhhh! I'm going to kill you!"

Dozens of meters away, Tim and Natalie were watching the show with binoculars, just like Selina.

"Aren't we going to back him up?" Tim couldn't help but ask. He actually quite liked Luke.

Right at that moment, Natalie happened to be watching Luke jump through the air, and in a stretch of clear light, she saw him blow the raspberry.

She was silent for a moment before she said, "I think he's having fun… Fine, I'll give Flegg a push; you're better at sniping than I am, so get ready to provide backup at any moment."

At that moment, Jeff and Karen were also playing spectators after finding a corner close to the hotel entrance with a good line of sight.

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Jeff was mumbling, "Are you kidding me? How is Luke so good?"

Karen never looked away as she said, "I knew it, I knew it! I was right from the beginning! He isn't as ordinary as he seems at all! I sensed he was unusual not long after he moved in!"

Jeff hesitated for a bit before he glanced at his wife and said in a low voice, "Last time, you insisted that Bernie's dogs have been possessed by aliens, or they wouldn't be pooping in front of our house every day." "Of course. How can a regular dog poop so much every day? It must be because those aliens help them with digestion. I suspect that even Bernie's possessed, too." Her eyes fixed on the battlefield, Karen retorted, "Otherwise, why doesn't he ever clean up the dog poop after you've told him to so many times? It's definitely because the aliens have taken control of his brain that he doesn't have any human sense of decency."

Jeff: …What you say makes sense, I actually can't say anything.

On Luke's side, he was drawing Bruce the tyrannosaur into a small side street so that bystanders wouldn't be caught up in their battle.

Taking advantage of various odds and ends that acted as stumbling blocks, he successfully offset the upper hand which Bruce possessed with being able to defy gravity and run on the wall.

As nimble as a monkey, Luke passed through narrow gaps unhindered, while Bruce simply knocked down everything that was in his way.

Luke jumped down into another side street and looked back at Bruce.

With a pair of green pajama bottoms on his head and a pink bedsheet tangled around his waist, the man roared, "Ahhhhhh, I'm going to kill you."

Luke was lost for words. Can't you change up your lines?

Suddenly, an old Chevrolet Laguna stopped not far away.

Luke had no choice but to run.

He didn't want to get civilians involved in this battle; even if Daddy System probably wouldn't deduct credit points for it, it was his own principle to avoid getting civilians involved as much as possible.

But he frowned the next moment.

After the Chevrolet stopped, two people got out.

One was a small, old Asian man in a gray fisherman's hat, and the other was… a woman?

Luke couldn't help but pause briefly for a good look.

Her thin black coat fluttered in the gentle breeze to reveal the short, light gold skintight dress which she was wearing underneath.

This was a big beauty.

Tossing back her blonde waves, she casually took off her coat. The low neckline did nothing to cover her magnificence.

She was at least a D!

As Luke subconsciously sized her up, he promptly grabbed the M4A1 that had been slung over his shoulder.

Bang! Bang! Bang! "Ouch, hurts, hurts!" Bruce fell flat on his face right after he jumped out of an alley as Luke once again made him lose his balance with his gunshots.

While crying in pain, he got back to his feet and was about to go after Luke again.

Suddenly, he paused and quickly turned his head… in the direction of the Chevrolet.

Or rather, in the direction of the two people who were standing next to the Chevrolet.

Luke frowned and turned around to raise his gun again, but abruptly stopped in surprise

He saw the old man and the blonde beauty reach for their waists at the same time as they took out… bananas.

"What. The. Hell?" Luke muttered.

Are you here for fun?! Have you watched too many comedies?!

Then, he was stupefied.

Bruce had been unfazed by the M4A1, but when he saw these two people raise the… bananas, he actually retreated and dashed back into the alley.

Then, the bananas shot out what looked like two indistinct rays of blue light, which brushed past Bruce

The blue light was very faint and only flashed for one moment in the night.

It would probably be difficult for an ordinary person to detect it, but Luke saw it clearly.

So, those two were actually holding bananas that could fire energy bullets?

What the f*ck was that?!

Luke narrowed his eyes at them.

The gorgeous woman gave him a charming smile. "Not bad, you actually weren't beaten up."

Luke walked over and smiled. "Of course, I'm very quick."

The blonde: "…Hey, don't steal my banana, alright?!"

Luke had already gotten hold of the banana that the blonde had been holding. As the blonde spoke, she was already reaching out to grab it back.

Luke didn't even bother to look at her as he continued to fiddle with the banana with his right hand while fending her off with his left hand.

A moment later, he confirmed that it was just a 20-cm-long plastic banana and that there was nothing unusual about it.

Locking the blonde's wrists together with his left hand, he tossed out the toy banana casually, and it landed right in the middle of her cleavage. He curled his lip. "I don't care what your… toy banana is about, but you're here for that guy, aren't you? You can go and catch him now."

Saying that, he loosened his grip and turned around to leave, saying in a low voice, "Don't let Bruce escape."

Bruce couldn't be killed with regular guns, so it was very unlikely that LAPD would be able to take care of him.

It would be a major headache if he managed to escape.

At that moment, he heard the sound of a helicopter. Lifting his head, he looked doubtfully up at the night sky.

He turned on the walkie-talkie. "Selina, are Wales' men here?"

Selina replied, "Yes." Luke asked, "But why am I hearing two helicopters? Plus, they're coming from different directions."

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Chapter 428 Stealing Monsters? Who's Afraid?!

Selina said a few words on the side before she replied, "Captain Wales said that they only sent one helicopter."

Luke frowned. "Then they better hurry. Two unknown individuals have already shown up, and they look like they want to nab the glory."

Selina was still on the line with Captain Wales, and she promptly relayed Luke's words to him.

A moment later, she said, "Agent Charles has been dispatched. Captain Wales requests that you help him as much as possible to capture Bruce."

Luke sighed. "Okay, no problem."

He was returning the favor.

Wales had always been helpful, so Luke couldn't turn down this small request.

Looking at the two strangers, who had gotten back into their car and were driving into the alley, he grumbled, "Why have all kinds of freaks been popping up lately?"

With his keen sight, it had been easy for him to tell that something wasn't right about these two.

The way the blonde and the old man acted gave him a sense of mismatch; it was like watching an 80-year-old man suddenly jump two meters to dunk a basketball in the park.

An old man who could do a slam dunk might be a youngster in makeup playing a practical joke, but from their scents, these two strangers absolutely weren't in makeup.

But Luke couldn't help thinking that they were peculiar.

As he pondered this strange duo, Luke ran into the alley as well. In front of him, the Chevrolet barged its way through the alley before disappearing around the corner as the alley let out onto another street.

Luke dashed out as well and turned his head to see that Bruce the tyrannosaur was still on the run.

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At that moment, his phone rang.

"Luke, where's the guy?" It was Agent Charles.

Luke replied, "If you're on the chopper from the north, he's two hundred meters in front of you on the left and is quickly approaching your location."

There was a brief silence before Charles said helplessly, "We're coming from the south, so that guy is… two kilometers away? D*mn it."

As he ran, Luke said, "In any case, I'll do my best to follow him, but I can't guarantee that you'll catch him. There are two strangers in a Chevrolet Laguna who are chasing him too, and Mr. Bruce is quite scared of the… well, the bananas that they have."

Charles was silent again for a moment, before he replied, "Copy that. In any case, thank you for your help." Luke said, "Okay, hurry up. I'm going to get into my car." He hung up and picked up his pace as he ran into a small alley next to Odyssey Hotel. With a screech of tires, his car charged out of the underground parking lot in the next moment and drifted to a stop in front of him.

Luke grabbed the door that was already open and nudged Selina into the passenger seat with his right hand before he closed the door again with his left hand.

The next moment, the car sped up and drove off.

"Bruce is fleeing northwest. The helicopter over him has an FBI logo too," said Selina as she held onto the grab handle with one hand and the tablet with the other.

Luke said, "Who the hell knows whose helicopter that is. Also, did you see the two strangers?"

Selina nodded and said, "I ran their appearances and basic data through the program, and there were no matches in the criminal database. So, they aren't criminals, at least not in Los Angeles. Do you want me to keep searching?"

Luke shook his head. "No need for now. Where's Charles?"

Operating the tablet, Selina said, "Their chopper just caught up to the other chopper."

Luke ducked his head a little to look at the sky outside the windshield, and saw that the two helicopters were now very close at about a kilometer up ahead as they flew practically right next to each other.

Bruce's enormous body bounced under their searchlights as he ran on the walls in a zigzag pattern.

The two helicopters couldn't do anything for the time being.

They would have plenty of ways to capture him if he were on the ground, but it was a lot harder now with him running on the walls.

Luke stepped on the gas pedal and sped up.

One minute later, Luke caught up with the two helicopters as well as the Chevrolet Laguna in front of him. In the passenger seat of the Laguna, the old man was aiming his banana.

Luke was lost for words. Which pervert invented this? Why did it have to be shaped like a banana? Couldn't they make it look like a chicken leg or something?!

When he fiddled with the toy banana earlier, he realized that it was indeed plastic, and there was nothing wrong with its weight and smell.

But what was strange was that with his strength, he couldn't crush this banana in his hand.

The banana gave him the same sense of mismatch as the two strangers in the Chevrolet.

As he chased them, he made several other discoveries.

The old man in the passenger seat was indeed firing soft blue light rays from the banana non-stop, and Bruce ran in a zigzag pattern to evade them.

Conversely, the two helicopters in the sky were like passers-by, or at most a temp light crew helping the people in the Chevrolet to see and aim.

A moment later, Luke said, "Selina, you drive."

Putting down the back of his seat, he scooted backward, but kept his right foot on the gas pedal and his left foot on the wheel to keep the car steady.

Selina shuffled sideways and replaced Luke's foot on the gas pedal first before she took control of the wheel with her own hands.

Luke then completely retreated into the backseat, pressed the button to bring the driver's seat back up, and fastened Selina's safety belt for her.

The sunroof of the car was now completely open. Luke stood up in the backseat with his M4A1. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bruce, who was running on the wall, covered his butt and fell. "Ouch, hurts, hurts! You again! I'm gonna…" Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "Ouch, hurts!" Before Bruce could finish, Luke launched a storm of bullets at his face again. Bruce couldn't help but cover his face and cry out in pain.

At that moment, Luke suddenly turned the muzzle of his gun.

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

The Chevrolet Laguna shuddered and swerved off the road to crash into a row of dumpsters.

Just now, Luke had noticed out of the corner of his eye the old man aiming the banana at Bruce again.

This was his and Wales's case. He certainly wasn't going to let two unknown entities steal his credit.

Luke's intervention instantly changed everything. As Bruce rolled and fell onto the street, both helicopters finally carried out the measures which they had long put in place almost at the same time.

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Chapter 429 Just Steal!

One of the helicopters shot out something round and black with a loud bang, and it quickly unfurled into a large net that covered Bruce.

The other helicopter, in the meantime, was a little slower as it squirted Bruce with a liquid.

The big net covered Bruce before it was fixed to the ground. The liquid was like glue, and Bruce couldn't even lift his hands as he roared.

Luke gave the back of the driver's seat a light kick, and Selina immediately slowed down before stopping the car forty meters away. People were starting to rappel down from both helicopters. Looking at their getup, Luke said to Selina casually, "Hey, both sides aren't going to come to blows, are they?"

"FBI against FBI? Haha! My cameras are more than ready!" Selina joked. Both of them knew, however, that there was no way both sides would fight each other.

The people from the helicopters were all wearing the tactical vests of the FBI, but they didn't look like colleagues at all.

Luke's ears twitched, and he turned around to see a man and a woman.

The gorgeous blonde now had a torn plastic bag on her head, and the old man was wiping rotten cheese off his face.

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The blonde gnashed her teeth. "How dare you shoot me!"

Luke scoffed. "I'm sorry, but I didn't shoot you; I shot your tires."

The blonde flew into a rage. "Is that any different from shooting me?"

Luke nodded. "It is. I did that to stop you speeding; it wasn't like I was gunning down a criminal suspect."

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Both the blonde and the Asian old man said dumbly, "What?"

Speeding? Were they really speeding? Hm… it seemed that really was the case…

The old man grumbled, "Even if we were speeding, what's that got to do with you?"

Luke silently raised the chain on his chest and flashed his police badge which hung from it. "LAPD! Is there a problem?"

The old man was silent; a police officer catching them for speeding was a matter of course.

Seeing that the old man had been rendered speechless, the blonde flicked the back of his head angrily. "Do we need to care about the police? He's not our boss. We're here on official business to begin with, and it's *$*%#."

Luke was stunned. Why are you people here? And can you straighten out your tongue first before you speak?

He hadn't caught that last word, which sounded like meaningless babble.

Two FBI agents approached them warily from the other side with their guns raised. They yelled, "Freeze!"

At that moment, the blonde suddenly hid behind the old man and drew out the banana from her waist.

Luke's hand twitched, but he didn't raise the gun.

The blonde was smart enough to use the old man as cover from Luke.

Since it was impossible for Luke to use Curve Shooting here, there was nothing he could do.

The moment the blonde drew out and fired the banana, Luke turned around to look at the two bickering FBI teams.

It suddenly turned quiet.

It wasn't just the FBI teams; even Bruce, who had been struggling and bellowing, no longer made a sound – because he had completely vanished.

When she had used her partner as cover from Luke just now, the blonde had fired a light blue ray from her banana, which hit Bruce dozens of meters away.

The moment Bruce was hit, the tyrannosaur's magnificent body wobbled like liquid.

"No…" Bruce had a shocked expression, and his final roar was abruptly cut off. His enormous body melted into a ball of gray and black fluid, before it suddenly exploded.

The gray and black fluid wasn't even sent flying over a meter before it disappeared into thin air.

Mr. Bruce, who couldn't die and had been so lively just a moment ago, evaporated just like that.

It was even more flawless than the "evaporation" which Luke dabbled in himself.

Whether it was the ground Bruce had been lying on or the net he had been trapped in, no traces of him were left.

The blonde finally pushed the old man to one side and gave Luke a taunting look. "So? Come and get me."

After a brief silence, Luke suddenly smiled. "Charles, Flegg, this beauty says that she's willing to take responsibility for everything Bruce did."

Dozens of meters away, the two FBI teams turned around.

The next moment, over a dozen agents ran over.

Seeing this, the blonde's expression turned ugly and she broke into a run.

Luke drew out his Glock from under his arm. "If you take one more step, I'll break your legs."

The blonde didn't say a word and didn't stop.

Bang! Bang!

"Ouch! That hurts! Damn it, you would actually shoot a lady? You pervert!" Clutching both legs, the blonde hopped around like a frog.

Luke had fired two bullets at her legs just now.

After that, he suddenly jumped out of the sunroof and raised the M4A1. "Lady, perhaps you can explain why your bullet wounds give out black smoke in the exact same way as that tyrannosaur. Hm, even the way you yell in pain and act is the same!"

The old man had no choice but to interject from the side, "Officer, there's no need to be so tense. We can't reveal our identities." The blonde roared angrily, "Xiaoming Wang! He just shot two holes in my legs! Why are you still talking nonsense with him?".

Luke turned his head. "Xiaoming Wang?"

The old man thought nothing of it. "Yes, I'm Xiaoming Wang. Can you put your gun down? You know that it doesn't work on us."

Glancing at the blonde, who had struggled back to her feet, Luke said, "No, it can stop some person from running because of the pain, so be good and stay there."

The blonde glared at him angrily, but there was little she could do.

They had all seen how Luke handled Bruce earlier.

It was indeed true that they couldn't be killed by guns, but it really did hurt.

During that delay, the FBI agents arrived.

Luke lowered his gun with a smile and greeted his acquaintances. "Charles, it's nice to see you again. And… Agent Flegg, you're here, too?"

One of the teams was led by Agent Charles and the other by Agent Flegg, who had been the person to take Jack Voorhees away from Camp Crystal Lake before.

The two of them glanced at each other before turning away.

Just now, they had been arguing over who had the right to take Bruce in; in the end, Bruce died an inexplicable death.

Neither of them was happy about it.

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Chapter 430 A Bullet For An Eye

Ignoring their expressions, Luke pointed at the blonde and the old Asian man and said, "These two were the people who shot Bruce with their… 'guns' just now. Of course, you can check where I just shot this lady in her legs."

The eyes of the FBI agents all fell on the blonde's legs.

Her dress was too short to cover her legs. Since she had already taken off her thin black cloak, the two gray and black holes were clearly visible.

Looking at his angry partner, the old man sighed and said, "Gentlemen, here are our credentials." He fished out an ID and tossed it over to Charles.

After Charles caught it and had a look, he scanned the ID with a device, which gave a short beep.

He threw the ID to Flegg helplessly and said, "Fine, we'll contact your superior on this matter. You're free to go now, if Agent Flegg agrees."

The blonde looked at Luke arrogantly and raised her middle finger at him, before she turned around and walked away.

Luke scoffed. You think I'm scared of you?

He dropped the muzzle of his gun.

Pa! Pa!

"Ouch, that hurts! You f*cking asshole, I'm going to kill you!" There was a hole in the blonde's butt, and smoke wafted out of it. It hurt so much that she couldn't help but grab her butt and hop around.

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Officer, we'll file a complaint if you don't stop." Luke shrugged and said, "You do that. Don't forget to send over her medical report while you're at it."

Lost for words, the old man tugged at the blonde and caught the ID which Flegg threw at him before he quickly left. Watching them leave in the Chevrolet Laguna, Luke asked Charles and Flegg, "Gentlemen, are we calling it a day here?" Neither Charles nor Flegg had good expressions, but they both nodded.

They were both familiar with Luke. They couldn't have caught Bruce without Luke's help. Though it had all been for naught in the end, that wasn't Luke's fault, and there was no reason to detain him.

Luke nodded and said, "Then I'm leaving. I'll leave you two to deal with this."

He had seen the havoc that Bruce had wrecked, and he didn't want to get involved at all.

He wondered how many people would call the police or file a complaint; a good number of homes had broken windows or dented walls, not to mention that the third floor of Odyssey Hotel had blown up.

Luke certainly didn't want to take the blame for that.

Gesturing that he would call Charles later, Luke got back into his car and returned to the hotel.

He found Jeff and Karen at the hotel and said, "Do you need a ride, guys?"

Jeff and Karen were delighted to see him back. "You're alright? That's great."

Luke said with a smile, "Of course I am. Don't speak to anyone about this incident. Someone will bring over non-disclosure agreements for you to sign very soon."

Jeff asked nervously, "Really?"

Luke nodded. "Yes, but you won't have to do anything except keep your mouths shut. Right, where are Tim and Natalie? Oh, I see them."

Tim and Natalie had driven their car out and stopped next to Luke's.

Luke gestured for Jeff and Karen to get in. Then, the six of them went home.

Stopping in front of Jeff's house, Luke got out and asked Tim, "Will your people clean up this mess?"

Luke and Jeff had been in danger because of tonight's operation, so Tim revealed, "We have an acquaintance among the FBI agents who showed up. They'll wrap this up, don't worry."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Flegg?"

Tim and Natalie looked at him in surprise. "Do you know him?"

Luke nodded and said, "I met him once before. Today was the second time. Everything should be fine. Everyone go back and get some rest. Good night." Saying this, he waved and got back into the car.

Looking at the two couples talking and then hugging in the rearview mirror, Selina couldn't help asking, "When do you think Natalie and Karen fell for each other?"

Luke shrugged. "You spent more time with them. If you don't know, how would I?".

Frowning and thinking hard, Selina said, "But I don't think they ever had a chance! We spent that whole day together, except in the fitting room. But that's too short a time compared with over ten years' worth of feelings between Jeff and Karen."

Luke couldn't take it anymore, and burst out laughing

Selina looked at him in confusion.

As he laughed, Luke said, "Karen was only bullsh*tting. They aren't in love at all. It was just a distraction. If we hadn't done anything, Natalie and Tim would've taken action."

Selina was stunned. "But why does it feel like Karen was telling the truth?"

Luke sighed. "That's why it's a shame that with her talent, she's just a housewife. As for her paranoia… Tsk, anyone who has a dark secret will definitely be found out."

Selina laughed too. "Of course. You don't have any secrets, but she also suspected you."

Luke said, "It isn't bad for a woman to be a little more paranoid, as long as she doesn't use it on her husband."

Selina pondered for a moment, then shook her head. "Thank god Jeff is so honest that Karen has no reason to doubt him. If he were like Danny, Karen would've divorced him a long time ago."

They chatted on the way home.

When Selina went off to train, Luke called Charles. "I know you're busy, so I'm going to be frank: What are those two people?".

Hearing Luke's blunt question, Charles was stumped for a moment. He then said with a wry smile, "That's not something I can randomly talk about."

Luke said, "Charles, they reacted in exactly the same way as Bruce when they were shot. If I run into these sorts of people again, should I beat them up like with that monster Bruce, or should I let them go like you did?"

After a moment of silence, Charles said, "How about this, I'll ask for Captain Wales's opinion before I give you a reply. Will that

work?"

Luke said, "If it's some secret, you don't have to tell me. I can always beat them up first and then call you to come and verify it later."

Charles was lost for words. "Thank you for your trust in us, Luke."

Luke hung up with a smile.

He wasn't surprised at the reply he got.

A monster that could ignore gunfire definitely wasn't any small thing, as proven by Charles and Flegg's attitude.

At the very least, S.H.I.E.L.D., which Charles worked for, and Flegg's Joint Advanced Research Unit knew a thing or two about the agency that the blonde and her partner belonged to; it was even a government contact, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to confirm the strangers' credentials.

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Chapter 431 Mental Strength 20

This also proved that it wasn't as if troublesome monsters like Bruce couldn't be kept under control; conversely, there were even many departments that were interested in them.

The two FBI teams and that duo made three parties tonight.

It was just that the duo had wanted to dispose of Bruce, whereas the two FBI teams wanted to catch him alive.

Given the current situation, their appearance made no difference to Luke; at least, the two FBI teams had to clean up the mess.

Luke checked the system notifications.

System: Stop Bruce the tyrannosaur from stealing important intelligence. Completed.

Total experience: 1,000. Total credit: 1,000.

Contribution rate: 50%. EXP 500. Credit 500.

Rescue Jeff, Karen, Tim and Natalie. Completed.

Total experience: 200. Total credit: 200.

Contribution rate: 100%. EXP 200. Credit 200.

After all the fuss, Luke earned seven hundred experience and credit points. He was quite satisfied.

But Bruce was quite the curiosity.

Luke had thrashed him soundly, but the system didn't acknowledge this victory.

It was the same with the blonde beauty who had been shot in the legs and butt by Luke.

The blonde hadn't lied. Physical attacks didn't work on their kind; bullets couldn't cause them any fatal injuries.

Something also clearly wasn't right about the blonde's toy banana, but unfortunately, Luke didn't know what it was, nor could he use it.

Otherwise, he could've attacked Bruce with the toy banana, and after killing him, he would definitely know what these guys were and what abilities they had.

Should he also learn Bruce's abilities? Remembering this Mr. Tyrannosaur in all his glory, Luke felt that he absolutely wouldn't.

Because the system would never let him learn this sort of disfiguring ability!

There was no point thinking about it. Luke decided to just wait for an update from Wales.

In this matter, he as a lone wolf wasn't as well-informed as the FBI's 17th Division.

In the next two days, Luke's life was peaceful once more.

It was just that Agent Flegg came to see Luke on the second day.

Flegg didn't even enter the house. He simply stared at Luke at the door for a moment before he said, "Detective Luke, you can call me if something like this happens again."

Luke shook his head with a smile. "This doesn't happen to me often."

Ignoring Luke's attempt at diversion, Flegg said again, "I think that you are a man of conviction, and that you will protect this country in a crisis."

Luke frowned but didn't say anything.

Flegg said in a low voice, "I belong to the United States of America; I'll give you a sign to prove it. But as for Wales and his men… Hehe."

Luke could see the disdain on his face.

Flegg left after dropping those cryptic words. But when Luke went to work the next day, he received an order of commendation from the Department of Defense.

Of course, it was purely a verbal commendation, and there wasn't even a medal.

Luke knew that this was probably the sign which Flegg had mentioned.

Flegg was clearly demonstrating that he had ties to the DOD, while hinting at the same time that Wales and the others… didn't belong to America. Luke was lost for words. Of course he knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't belong to America!

Flegg's agency, on the other hand, was most likely a pure American product.

No wonder both sides had moved to snatch up the supernatural creature; no wonder Flegg and Wales didn't see eye to eye!

Luke pondered for a moment and felt that he really might lean more toward Flegg from now on.

It wasn't anything personal. It was just that the internal issues at S.H.I.E.L.D. were too serious – the "Hydra" S.H.I.E.L.D. in his last world was no joke.

But that was only if he were to once again run into supernatural creatures that he couldn't handle on his own.

In this regard, Luke felt… that it was inevitable.

On the other side, Tim and Natalie said their farewells and left on the night of the incident.

They had accomplished their mission, and their boss didn't have to deal with the follow-up, so they still had to work hard for their retirement plan.

Because of the extreme shock Jeff and Karen experienced, Tim helped them to apply for leave with MBI.

Jeff's daughters were away at spring camp and wouldn't be back for another ten days.

The couple thus decided to go on a holiday to Marrakech, a place which Tim had mentioned before, partly to avoid a possible retaliation by what was left of Bruce's underlings, and partly to relax.

Selina was envious. "They can go on vacation whenever they want. That's a pretty good life."

Luke coughed and said, "Don't forget that Jeff has been parking in Section D for twelve years."

Selina made a noise and nodded helplessly. "That's right. Like Bruce said, he's one of those non-essential mid-level staff. It makes no difference to the company whether he goes on vacation or not, right?".

Luke agreed. "We, on the other hand, definitely aren't replaceable." Selina could only acknowledge this fact. She and Luke were the most capable squad in the Westside Major Crimes Division, and were as efficient as two squads put together.

They had even been promoted as level three detectives not long ago.

It took Elsa over eight years to climb her way up from rookie officer to level three before she was finally promoted as sergeant.

As officers from a small town, Luke and Selina accomplished the same thing in just ten months.

As part-time students, they would only be able to get their diplomas in two years, and level three detectives also needed to serve for at least two years before they could apply for a promotion.

It was thus impossible for them to be promoted for now.

Most people had enough experience but hadn't made enough contributions – it was only these two who had made excessive contributions but didn't have enough work experience.

Dustin felt that things were a lot easier with subordinates like these.

There was only one really big thing that happened in these two days, which was that Luke finally used his last remaining stat point.

Mental Strength: 20

He had made preparations beforehand; skipping work in the afternoon, he told Selina that he had something he needed to handle himself, before he went down to the basement on his own.

Compared with the first time he leveled up on a large scale, he had now set up a complete set of monitoring and medical equipment.

They would record the changes in his body while he was leveling up, and conveniently inject him with nutrition so that he wouldn't need to gorge himself on food.

The level-up proceeded pretty much the way Luke had anticipated. While the pain was beyond his imagination, everything else was within tolerable range. With a bitter smile, Luke got up from the special bed and plucked off the patches and needles on him. He heaved a long sigh. "Damn, you really can't boost the brain so easily."

From personal experience, the pain of leveling up to Mental Strength 20 was worse than when he reached Dexterity 20, which in turn was worse than when he reached Strength 20.

Thankfully, Elementary Self-Healing gave him ample confidence, and he didn't despair no matter how painful it was.

Otherwise, he was genuinely afraid that his head might have exploded during this level up.

Several hours had passed, and the initial, most severe stage of the transformation was done. However, his head was still swollen with pain and itchy.

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Chapter 432 Sparkling Eyes

That was because the follow-up transformation was still happening, and Elementary Self-Healing was diligently repairing any damage to his brain.

Luke cleaned up the basement and destroyed the things he had used in an incinerator which he had prepared beforehand.

He didn't want anyone to get their hands on these things and study them.

After he came out, Luke greeted Selina, who was in the living room, then went to take a shower.

After his shower, he sat down on the couch. Seeing Selina look him up and down, he asked, "What's up?"

Frowning, Selina suddenly got up and walked over to grab his head. "Keep still, especially your eyes. Just like that."

She held his head between her hands and stared him in the eye.

A moment later, Selina blushed and suddenly let go of his head. She turned her face to the side and shouted, "Damn it, what did you do? Why do your eyes suddenly look like they're sparkling?" Luke frowned and picked up a mirror from the table to examine his eyes carefully.

A moment later, he put down the mirror and said helplessly, "It's a small thing. Let's skip work tomorrow, and I'll take you out for a spin. How does that sound?".

Selina opened her mouth, but didn't say anything and in the end just nodded. "Okay. I'm tired, I'm going to bed."

She then got up and swiftly fled to her room, the door slamming shut behind her.

Luke smiled bitterly and picked up the mirror once again to look at his eyes.

The color hadn't changed and they hadn't gotten bigger, but one would feel weird after staring at them for a bit.

Selina said that they sparkled, but Luke felt that this was like the so-called divine light.

The opposite of this was probably something like a lifeless gaze or dead fish eyes. Luke knew that this was the result of his mind undergoing the first qualitative change.

The difference between Mental Strength that was twice and four times the normal was very large.

There shouldn't be anything unusual about his eyes, but even Selina had noticed it.

Actually, Selina was too familiar with him, which was why she was so sensitive.

But he also knew a lot of people in the police department, and they were all professionals. Thus, he was going to skip work under the pretext of field investigation in order to avoid going to the department for the next two days.

If something really came up, he could get Selina to handle it, and if he really had to go, he could wear sunglasses.

After sorting out the petty details, he took a deep breath and summoned Daddy System.

The next moment, he was instantly short 12,000 credit points.

At the same time, Elementary Penetration, Physical Outburst and Curve Shooting were added to the list of his abilities.

Perfect!

Delighted, Luke got up and went to the basement to outfit himself before he quietly left the house.

The next morning, Selina opened her eyes drowsily, yawned and stretched.

Looking at the bright light which shone through the gap in the window curtains, she was stunned. She turned to look at her bedside alarm clock: 10:37.

She sat up abruptly and got out of bed, When she opened the door, she could hear vague noises from the kitchen.

Relieved, she put on her slippers lazily and padded into the kitchen. "Why didn't you wake me up this morning?" There were times when they didn't need to check in for work before, but Luke had always woken her up before nine for training.

It had been a very long time since she had enjoyed the luxury of sleeping in until half past ten.

Luke said without turning around, "There's nothing important today. You can have a break once in a while."

The truth was that when he returned at almost four o'clock in the morning, he had heard Selina tossing about restlessly in bed.

Selina, however, stared at him suspiciously. "Turn around, let me take a look."

Luke turned around.

Selina frowned. "Why are you wearing glasses? They're hideous."

Luke was amused. "Didn't you see my eyes last night? I can cover them with these glasses."

Selina wasn't happy and plucked the black-rimmed glasses off his face. "They're too ugly, you're not allowed to wear them." Luke was lost for words. "Hey! If we run into someone we know when we go out, it'll be very easy for them to notice that something's wrong, right?"

Selina rolled her eyes and promptly said, "Then you can wear them only when we go out. No, wait, I remember I bought you a pair of sunglasses."

Saying that, she ran back to her room and searched for a while, before running back out and putting the sunglasses she was holding on Luke. She then held up a mirror and asked, "How about this?"

Luke looked at the mirror and nodded. "Not bad."

The light gray lenses had an elegant and refined air to them.

Selina nodded in satisfaction. "Wear these when we go out; don't take them off."

She had bought these Gucci sunglasses when she went shopping with Natalie and Karen a few days ago. They were worth almost a thousand bucks.

But she had gotten a pay rise and barely spent any money, so she didn't hesitate to buy the sunglasses after picking them out.

The thing with the two couples had only just wrapped up, and she had forgotten about the sunglasses until now.

Luke nodded with a smile. "Okay, but can you take them off now?"

Selina hastily helped him take them off since he was busy preparing breakfast and his hands weren't free.

Luke then reminded her, "Aren't you going to wash up before breakfast? And don't forget to put on pants."

Selina gave an "oh" and left obediently.

Luke was stumped for a moment before he smiled wryly at her back. Weren't the effects of the mental boost too exaggerated? Selina would always banter with him before, but she left without saying a word today.

It seemed that he had to keep the glasses on at home; Selina was no fun at all when she wasn't bantering with him.

After breakfast, they left home in casual clothes.

They weren't going to the police department today, and Luke didn't plan to work on any cases, so Selina could wear whatever she wanted.

Thus, she wore an elegant, light blue knee-length wrap skirt.

When it was paired with a gauzy white blouse, Selina looked completely different from her usual orderly and experienced air.

They went window shopping at noon, and Luke picked out a pair of beautiful and fashionable Gucci sunglasses for Selina too.

These dark orange sunglasses were very suitable for the bold and passionate Selina. She tried them on happily in front of the mirror.

In the afternoon, they went to Santa Monica Beach to swim and bask in the sun.

At night, they went to that Hungry Cat restaurant, and Luke personally tasted the Maine lobster rolls strongly recommended by Selina as well as Natalie's yellow fish fried with lemon peel and ginger.

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