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 433 Professional Hitman and Jeff's Request for Help

At the neighborhood beer party previously, Natalie's distinctive dish had been the jewel of the table, so Luke hadn't touched it.

Now that he had a chance to finally taste it, he shook his head regretfully and said, "I prefer spicy poached fish."

Hearing the name of the dish, Selina subconsciously covered her belly. "Is it very spicy?"

Luke was amused. "Relax, I won't make that for you."

He had made a huge tray of poached meat slices last time, and Selina had enjoyed it a lot, even fighting him for the meat. However, she had spent the next day clutching her uncomfortable belly.

Since then, she remembered that "poached" in Chinese cooking didn't necessarily mean poached in plain water.

The next day, Luke and Selina checked in at the police department before slipping back out.

But Elsa still took note of Luke's sunglasses, and casually asked, "That looks nice. Why haven't you worn them before?"

Luke said with a smile, "They're a gift from Selina."

Elsa looked at Selina doubtfully, only to see a pair of bright orange sunglasses on her nose. "Did you give her that?"

Luke nodded with a smile.

The corner of Elsa's eye twitched.

She didn't really care what Luke wore, but she really liked the retro style that Selina was wearing

However, the 1,200-dollar price tag hurt, so Elsa had been reluctant to buy them.

And right now, those sunglasses were on Selina's nose.

For police officers, spending a few hundred bucks on sunglasses was already a lot, and most of them wouldn't be willing to spend more than a thousand on a luxury item.

But remembering Luke's wealth, Elsa didn't bother to say anything.

If you have money, spend it – that was how most people thought.

Luke was so young – no way he was just going to save it for his retirement, right? Bummed, Elsa ruthlessly kicked them out, though she still felt conflicted. Couldn't these two exercise a little more restraint? Even if no one was making a big deal about it now, a lot of people would definitely be jealous if they carried on like this.

But when Elsa recalled the other capable detectives, like the one who was especially unlucky and the retired soldier who was a great troublemaker, she felt that Luke and Selina's matter was only a small issue.

After they left, Luke and Selina went to investigate a homicide.

Looking at the bodies of a bunch of ferocious-looking men in a rundown apartment building, Luke silently wondered if Damon and his daughter were back in town.

But after examining the scene for a while, he knew he was wrong.

Someone had indeed used a cold weapon here, and it was even a blade of some sort, but this person wasn't as small as Mindy.

On the contrary, this person should be around Luke's height.

Luke could even roughly guess the length of the man's arm and the speed at which he wielded his weapon, from the blood splatters on the walls and the floor.

In short, the man was far more terrifying than Mindy.

Because of her height and strength, Mindy could only use a double-bladed saber and more tricks rather than force.

Whoever slaughtered the gang members in this room, on the other hand, had extraordinary physical strength.

Maybe the murderer didn't understand forensic science, or maybe he was just too lazy to hide the details. Luke thus was able to draw a lot of conclusions from the blood splatters that were everywhere.

This was also the reason why Luke hardly killed anyone with a cold weapon; at most, it was just his rope darts or his metal balls, which wouldn't spill blood and leave bloodstains behind.

When he had to kill someone barehanded, he would only use just the right amount of strength so that nobody could estimate his build or how much strength he could have.

Going out the door, Luke said a few words to the guys from the forensics department and then left.

Selina had already run a check on the bodies and found that they all belonged to the same drug gang.

Seeing that there wasn't any cash or goods in the apartment, Luke had already deemed this a gang fight; it was just that whoever had done the job was a hired mercenary or a professional hitman.

At most he would put the case to one side and come back to it if there were any leads later.

If there were no leads? Then forget it.

He couldn't care less when or how many gangsters died.

In the car, he told Selina his analysis. "It'll be very dangerous for you if you run into this person; he might be the same as Bullseye."

Selina was surprised. "That good?" She remembered Bullseye's unbelievable knife-throwing and shooting skills.

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Luke nodded and said, "Even though he was only dealing with a bunch of good-for-nothings, he still ambushed them and blew up the heads of two men with a gun from close range. That means that he isn't obsessed with using just cold weapons in battle, but that he's a professional who will use every advantage possible. He has no bottom line, and even less mercy. If I could choose, I would kill him long-distance with a heavy machine gun."

Selina found that strange. "A heavy machine gun?" Wouldn't a sniper rifle work better at long range? Luke shook his head. "He might be fast enough to avoid shots from a sniper rifle. On the other hand, there's a chance he might be accidentally shot and killed in dense gunfire from a heavy machine gun." Selina was lost for words. After all that, the sniper rifle wasn't reliable, and neither was the heavy machine gun? As they were speaking, Luke's phone rang. He was surprised to see the number. Putting it on speaker, he said, "Hey, Jeff, are you having fun in Marrakech?".

Jeff said, "Ah, that's not… Hey, Karen, calm down…"

"Stop talking nonsense! Susinna and Susanna are in danger! Luke, you have to help us!" said Karen over the phone.

Luke turned the wheel and gestured to Selina.

He was in the middle of the road, and it would be better for him to stop the car first. Also, Selina and Karen had become a lot closer after the Tyrannosaur incident.

Given how flustered Karen was, Selina would be better than Luke at calming her down.

As he listened, Luke parked the car on the side of the road.

While Karen was highly paranoid, she was quite a logical person and quickly explained the matter.

Susinna and Susanna were her twin daughters who were in ninth grade.

The day before Tim and Natalie moved into the neighborhood, Jeff and Karen had just sent the girls off to their school's spring camp.

The spring camp would run for over two weeks, and there was still over a week to go.

Their daughters also weren't little anymore and nothing had happened at their previous spring camps, which was why the couple had decided to go traveling.

In the end, the girls called Karen not long ago and told her that a terrifying rumor had surfaced in the camp that there was a serial killer in the nearby town.

Of course, the school denied it and claimed that it was just a rumor.

However, a student from that town said that people really had died, and the victims were all middle school students.

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Chapter 434 Argumentative Sisters and Horror Story

This unwise student turned this incident into a horror story to scare the girls. In the end, he was called out by the guidance counselor and never showed up at the campsite again after that.

The youngster had most likely been sent back home to his parents for spreading rumors. However, the horror story continued to spread around the camp, and the couple's daughters were scared.

Luke was rendered speechless when he heard the situation.

Among students, these sorts of things were mostly pranks.

It was possible that the boy made it up from some horror film he watched or some horror story he heard.

Alas, Karen didn't think so. She firmly believed that her daughters were right, and that there was a serial killer in that town.

Luke had already parked the car. He said, "How about this: Karen, tell me the address, and Selina and I will look into it. If anything's wrong, I can bring your daughters home sooner."

Karen hurriedly gave him the address, and Luke was surprised; the name of the town sounded familiar.

"Springwood?" he murmured.

After his Mental Strength reached 20, his brain was more active than ever. Remembering the location, he asked, "Is that the town not far away from Crystal State Park?"

Karen replied quickly, "Yes, that's the one. Susinna and Susanna are at the campsite nearby." "Which camp?" asked Luke. "The one that belongs to No. 37 Middle School. It's right next to a lake called, what was it… that's right, Moon Lake," said Karen. Luke asked, "So, your daughters study at No. 37 Middle School?"

Karen replied, "Yes. Did Jeff never mention it to you?"

Luke: "…"

He and Jeff talked about a lot of things, but Luke was only eighteen. Jeff was very good at making small talk, and certainly wouldn't talk about his kids' studies.

He might mention this now that they were closer, but the couple had just gone on holiday.

Pondering for a moment, Luke said, "Then it isn't a problem. I know someone from No. 37 Middle School. I was a security instructor at that camp. Springwood is at least thirty kilometers from the campsite, with no straight roads in between. You don't need to worry. I'll let you know if something really happens, and bring Susinna and Susanna back with me."

Karen said, "Ah? Really? Thank you so much."

After exchanging a few more words, Luke hung up.

Thinking for a moment, he called Elsa and told her that he and Selina were going to Crystal State Park.

Hearing that it was a friend's request, Elsa gave him permission, but exhorted him not to stay too long

Private jobs were inevitable, and even necessary, for police detectives.

No private jobs meant no connections, which was the difference between the veterans and the rookies.

A gradual increase in private jobs hence meant that Luke and Selina were joining the ranks of seasoned detectives.

After the call, Luke and Selina went straight to Crystal State Park.

On the way, Luke called Juliet, No. 37 Middle School's guidance counselor.

Juliet was pretty happy to receive his call.

When he asked her about the horror story, however, she fell silent for a brief moment before saying, "I'm in the camp right now. This matter… is not entirely false. Why are you asking?" Luke said with a smile, "Don't you and our Westside department collaborate together? Since you have a problem like this, I'm headed over for a look, in case it's the overly imaginative kids scaring themselves."

Juliet was stumped for a moment. "You're coming?"

Luke said, "Yes. I'll probably be there in an hour. Do you have time to discuss the details?"

Juliet said, "No problem. I'm very relieved now that you're coming."

She didn't really know how good Luke was.

However, Luke had rescued two complete strangers on the mountain during a thunderstorm last time, which meant that he was trustworthy.

Also, Juliet heard later that the two tourists had both been covered in blood when they were sent out. One of them had also been heavily wounded.

Even in that situation, Luke had still remained calm when he spoke with her, which showed that he had guts and could keep a cool head – this was an important quality for a police officer to have.

This horrible rumor didn't end when the instigator was sent home, but instead continued to spread quietly around the camp. It was quite the headache for Juliet.

She had actually been feeling tense. If anything happened to the kids because of this rumor, it would become very troublesome, regardless of whether or not the school was at fault.

After the call, Luke stepped on the gas pedal and sped toward No. 37 Middle School's campsite.

He met Juliet and spoke with her briefly for an idea of the basic situation.

Juliet then took Luke and Selina to see Jeff and Karen's precious daughters and confirm that the two kids were fine.

After speaking to the twins, both Luke and Selina were utterly lost for words.

As it turned out, the whole thing really had something to do with the twins.

Petite and pretty, the twins took after their parents and were quite popular in school.

But at the same time, they had inherited Jeff's chattiness and Karen's paranoia.

When everyone was telling ghost stories one night, the twins picked apart a horror story told by a boy from their class. They picked out many parts which didn't make sense and declared that he was just blowing hot air.

The boy was unable to defend himself and in the end swore that he didn't make anything up. He claimed that it happened to a family not far away from his place in his hometown, and that he had learned about it not long ago from a friend who told him that another friend of theirs had died.

The twins, who had inherited Karen's paranoia, weren't convinced, and they argued with the boy in front of the other students.

In the end, nobody could confirm whether or not the horror story was true.

But after that night, the twin sisters used the ability which they had inherited from their mother to analyze the story for two nights straight. The more they thought about it, the more they were convinced that someone had really died.

The horror story then began to spread around the camp, and Juliet sent the boy home to reflect on himself.

This gave the horror story an even more mysterious flavor.

Luke simply listened silently with no expression on his face and didn't rebuke the girls. Who hadn't argued for the sake of arguing before?

In elementary school, people argued over which comic book hero or villain was the strongest; in middle school, they argued over which boy or girl was the most good-looking; and when they started working, they argued over who did the best work. It happened at every stage of life.

The topic under debate might be different, but the essence never changed.

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Chapter 435 Small Town, Old News and a Funeral

After questioning the sisters on their experience and the details of the horror story, Luke and Selina set off again.

They drove a loop along Route 1 first before getting on Route 73 and heading southeast.

Finally, they turned onto a country road and drove another forty minutes before they reached the town called Springwood. When they entered the town, they could vaguely sense that it was shrouded in an uneasy atmosphere. All the passers-by had harried expressions and seemed completely indifferent to their surroundings.

They occasionally made eye contact with some residents through the car's open windows, but these people would quickly turn their heads as if they had the plague.

They hadn't even been in town for long before their car was stopped.

A sheriff in a dusty yellow uniform bent down to look at them through the driver's car window. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Both hands on the steering wheel, Luke calmly gestured at himself and Selina. "We're staff from No. 37 Middle School, and we would like to speak to Will Rollins."

The sheriff frowned. "About what?"

Luke kept smiling. "Will did something not very nice at camp two days ago, and the guidance counselor had him come home to calm down. This wasn't a punishment, though. After all, camp is a vacation for the kids, and it wouldn't be decent to exclude him, which is why we're here."

The sheriff's expression relaxed. "I see, you can go straight to Will's place."

Luke nodded and asked casually, "Did something happen? We didn't see a lot of people when we entered town."

The sheriff's expression turned stiff and he said coldly, "We don't have many residents here."

With that, he turned around and left.

Watching the sheriff leave in his car, Luke started up the car and sighed. "It seems they're dealing with quite the problem."

The sheriff wouldn't be so jittery if it was a small issue.

Selina had been reading up on Springwood and said, "There's nothing special here. The population and economy are fairly stable, and according to the database, law and order here is within normal range. They don't have many major criminal cases, except this one…"

She placed the tablet on the central console and continued, "There was a serial murder case here over ten years ago, which got a lot of news coverage in L.A.."

Luke shot a glance at the image of an old newspaper headline on the tablet. "A serial murderer who targeted children? He wasn't caught?"

Selina pointed at the tablet and said, "No. There wasn't enough evidence back then to convict the suspect, so…"

Luke asked, "He got away scot-free and is now committing crimes again?"

Selina shook her head, and another headline popped up on the tablet. "So, the suspect was locked up in an abandoned church outside of town and burnt to ashes by the angry parents."

Luke wasn't convinced. "Burnt to ashes? Seriously?" It wasn't easy to burn a man to ashes, not without a special incinerator.

Burning a body in a woodfire would only blacken it at most. When the bones were burnt, they would crystallize and were unlikely to decompose further.

Selina nodded. "The police never found the suspect's body, so none of the parents went to prison for the burning. However, the suspect has been missing since then."

Luke said, "Alright, who was this unlucky person who was burnt to ashes?"

Selina replied, "He's a white male, born in 1948, date unknown, five feet and ten inches tall. He used to be a janitor at the local kindergarten until he went missing in 1990. There is no evidence to suggest that he's still alive."

Luke felt like scratching his head. "Born in 1948? Doesn't that mean that he's almost sixty?"

Did this guy not age? Or was he unusually gifted and could still go on a killing spree at sixty years old?

Luke wouldn't rule that out just yet.

After all, nothing that happened in this world would be strange.

As they talked in the car, Luke drove to Will Rollins's house.

The house looked quite nice and suggested that the family were doing pretty okay for themselves; that was probably why Will could go to a middle school in Los Angeles.

Luke and Selina knocked on the door and spoke to Will's father and Will himself for half an hour before they left.

When Will's father saw them off, Luke said to him in a low voice, "I'll let Juliet know about Will's situation, but it's unlikely he'll be able to go back. You know that the kids at camp aren't in the best frame of mind right now, and Will… is a little troubled as well."

Will's father nodded with a bitter smile. "Okay. It's my request that's too presumptuous."

Luke sighed and said, "If possible, the best would be for you to change environments; staying in this town won't be good for him, whether now or in the future."

Will's father nodded silently and saw them off.

In the car, Selina frowned and asked, "Is Will already suffering mental issues? I feel like something really isn't right with him. It's like… he hasn't slept for days."

Luke shook his head. "Who knows?"

"Where to now?" Selina asked as she faced forward.

Luke replied, "Let's talk to Kris Falls. She's the first witness in the suicide case."

They drove to the other end of town, where all kinds of stone tablets stood on a hill.

Twenty to thirty people were seated in the shade of a tree. In front of them was a coffin, and a priest was giving an eulogy.

This was the town's cemetery.

According to the information they found from the police department, the middle schooler in the coffin was Dean Lassell, who had died a few days ago.

He had used a table knife to cut his own throat in a fast food restaurant.

Several people had witnessed this tragic scene, but what was strange was that will claimed that his friend in town told him that it was a demon which killed Dean.

That was also the reason Jeff's twin daughters had criticized his story.

After all, it was very hard for someone to come up with evidence for demons.

Twenty minutes later, the funeral was over. Seeing the crowd disperse, Luke and Selina drew closer.

At that moment, a boy walked over to a girl up ahead and they stood in front of a stand which had photos of Dean on it.

When they got closer, Luke's sharp ears picked up their conversation.

The boy asked, "Kris, you knew Dean since you were little?"

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Chapter 436 Nightmare and the Man In It

The girl called Kris was shocked. "God, that really is me, but I don't remember taking this photo at all. As far as I can remember, I only got to know him in middle school." The boy looked unhappy when he heard that and urged, "Let's go."

Kris, however, continued, "Dean said something before he died."

"Stop," said the boy in a low voice.

Kris simply went on. "He said: 'You're not real.' He said it over and over again. Do you have any idea what he meant?"

After a brief silence, the boy said, "No, I don't. Dean was on a lot of drugs, psychotropic ones. You get what I mean?"

Kris's eyes filled with tears. "Jessie, it's like someone forced Dean to do that, but nobody was around him. You have to believe me."

"Kris, you were probably seeing things." The boy shook his head.

"No, I believe her." Another girl suddenly cut into the conversation as she walked over to them.

They looked at the girl.

Kris had found a supporter. "You believe me?"

The girl nodded and said affirmatively, "I believe you because I saw it too…"

The boy interrupted them. "No, the two of you didn't see anything. You were also there, but you were just freaked out, so can you stop scaring Kris?"

Saying that, the boy turned around and left, leaving the girls to stand there blankly.

At that moment, Luke was standing at the photo stand not far behind them as he snapped shots of the photos with his fake phone, especially of the one that had Kris and Dean in it.

In the photo, a five-year-old boy was climbing a slide, and not far away, a cute girl in a blue dress was staring at the camera.

Selina said, "The boy's gone."

Luke nodded slightly and said, "Let's go."

"Kris, and this girl here, can we speak with you?" Luke took off his sunglasses and said with a smile.

Looking at his handsome face and his sparkling eyes, the girls subconsciously nodded despite their gloomy moods. "Yes, of course."

Soon, however, Kris came back to herself. "Wait, what do you want to talk about?"

Luke led them a few steps away to a large tree.

Only then did he speak. "I'm sorry about Dean, but what I want to ask is, do you have a suspect in mind?"

Kris and the other girl's expressions immediately froze. "W- What?"

Luke smiled apologetically and said, "I overheard your conversation just now. Has someone… been troubling you?"

Both girls fell silent.

A moment later, it was the other girl who asked, "Who are you?"

Luke showed them his badge and said, "LAPD. I've been entrusted to specially look into this matter; you aren't the only ones who find this case unsettling."

The girls looked at each other, and the second girl said again, "Let's talk somewhere else. It's inconvenient here."

Kris said, "Let's go to my place. My mom left for Europe yesterday."

They got into Luke's car. Except for when Kris gave Luke her address, nobody spoke on the way there.

When they arrived at Kris's place, everybody got out and went into the living room.

Kris was clearly absent-minded. She didn't even offer them anything to drink, but simply sat in a daze.

It was Luke who broke the uncomfortable silence as he asked the other girl, "I still don't know your name; what do I call you?"

The girl replied, "Just call me Nancy. What do you want to know?"

Luke said, "You have a suspect. I think you know who he is."

Nancy fell silent and looked at Kris, who had suddenly tensed up.

Gritting her teeth, Kris said, "Tell them; I want to know exactly what he is."

When she said that, Luke and Selina could see that it wasn't anger on her face, but a deep dread.

Nancy said, "There's someone who always shows up in our dreams."

She looked at Luke and Selina, and found that they were just listening calmly without any impatience or disdain on their faces.

Only then did she continue, "I don't know who he is, but recently, I always see him when I fall asleep. It's like…"

Kris suddenly interjected, "It's like he's real." Everybody turned their heads. With a dull expression, Kris continued, "He looks like he was burnt all over and his skin has melted. His right hand, in particular, is a…"

"A claw." Nancy picked up the conversation again. "There are sharp blades on his right fingers, like a claw."

Kris seemed to be recalling her dreams. She trembled and couldn't speak, and could only nod in agreement.

Luke and Selina looked at each other.

Nancy didn't seem to notice. "He wears a black fedora and a ragged sweater with red and green stripes every time. When he appears, he always comes over slowly and says something to me."

Luke waited a moment, and when she didn't continue, he asked, "What does he say?"

"Do you remember me?" Nancy and Kris said at the same time.

Luke raised an eyebrow. "And then?"

Both girls shook their heads and Nancy said, "I always wake up after this part."

Luke pondered for a moment and said, "In other words, he hasn't hurt you yet. Why is that?"

Both girls stared blankly; they hadn't expected Luke to ask such a question.

Even they found this whole thing too bizarre.

If Dean hadn't died in front of them, they wouldn't be so disturbed by this nightmare, nor would they react so exaggeratedly.

But it seemed that Luke believed them, and was even analyzing the matter seriously.

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"But… But Dean died, right in front of me," Kris couldn't help saying.

Luke nodded slightly as his finger tapped unhurriedly on the arm of the sofa. "So, he has his own goal." That's why he's entering your dreams and scaring you again and again. But Luke didn't say that out loud.

Considering for a moment, Luke asked, "When did your nightmares begin? How often do you have them? Once a month? A week? Or every other day?"

Nancy said, "It started a month ago, but I think there was a week when he didn't show up. However, he's been showing up almost every day for the past few days."

Kris shook her head. "No. I barely slept after Dean died. When I took a nap at noon today, I think I saw him again."

Luke nodded and asked, "What about recently? Has he been appearing more and more frequently?" The girls looked at each other and nodded.

Luke had a faint guess, but he would rather keep it to himself.

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Chapter 437 He's Here Again

The two girls were clearly scared out of their wits. If they talked for too long, they might have a meltdown.

Pondering for a moment, Luke asked, "Kris, can we stay here tonight?"

Kris was confused. "Huh?"

Luke explained, "You meet him in your dreams every time, so we need to be on hand at the very least if we want to find out more about him. Also, Nancy, if it's possible, can you keep Kris company tonight?"

The two girls hesitated.

Luke fished out his badge and placed it in front of Kris. "Here's my badge. You can call LAPD Westside to check."

The two girls hesitated for a moment before Kris finally nodded. "O- Okay, you can sleep here tonight."

Luke nodded with a smile. "Thanks, but we won't be sleeping; we'll be observing you. You said earlier that you've been accidentally falling asleep pretty often in the past few days, right?"

Kris nodded blankly. "Yes."

Luke explained, "We'll watch over you from here. We'll know immediately if something happens and we'll be able to help you."

Dazed, Kris nodded.

Luke turned his head and asked, "What about you, Nancy? Can you stay here?"

Uncertain, Nancy shook her head. "I have to call my mom first."

Luke said, "Okay, but please don't mention that we're here, or the fact that we're police officers."

Nancy looked at him suspiciously. "Why not?"

She had been about to tell her mother that two officers had come to help them; otherwise, it would be very hard for her to stay over for the night.

Luke said, "The atmosphere in your town is too tense. We just got here today, and the sheriff already looks like he wants to drive us out. You should know that we're not part of the police here. If our identities are revealed, the sheriff might feel that we're stepping on his toes."

Nancy got it and could only nod. "Then I can only try; my mother might not agree." Luke said, "Try your best, but if you can't, then forget it."

Nancy: "Huh?"

She subconsciously looked at Kris. If she couldn't persuade her mother, did that mean she could only stay at home and have nightmares?

On the other hand, Kris would have two LAPD officers on constant watch and helping her out… Wasn't this too big a difference in treatment?!

Luke didn't really care what Nancy thought.

He had already said what he needed to say; it was up to Nancy to decide what to do next.

It wasn't like Luke could break into her house and hold her mother at gunpoint and make her let Nancy go!

Uneasy, Nancy left, and Luke and Selina stayed at Kris's place.

There was no one else at her place. Kris's mother was a flight attendant who had already flown to Europe for work.

This made things easier for Luke and Selina.

Kris was nonplussed as she watched Luke and Selina move some equipment inside. "What are you doing?"

Luke said with a smile, "We don't know exactly what he is, but we still have to make the necessary preparations. At the very least, these surveillance devices can help us determine for sure whether it's a person behind this or a nightmare."

Kris didn't know what to say.

Luke and Selina worked quickly, and in less than half an hour, everything was set up.

Looking at Kris who was sitting in a daze, Luke reminded her, "If possible, it'll be best for you to sleep in the living room tonight. It's bigger down here."

Kris understood and went upstairs to grab what she needed for bed.

After she came back down, Luke pointed at the largest couch. "You can rest there for the time being. Of course, it would be best to dress a little warmer for bed." He winked.

Kris was stumped for a moment before she couldn't help laughing.

It was the end of April, and blistering hot and dry in California; there was no need to stay warm.

Luke was only reminding her to cover herself up with her pajamas and not make it difficult for him and Selina.

By the time everything was done, it was four in the afternoon.

Golden sunlight covered the lawn outside. The three people did their own thing in the living room, and it was very quiet in the house.

Luke suddenly frowned and patted Selina, who was looking up information next to him.

Selina raised her head and looked in the direction Luke was pointing. On the other side, Kris had fallen asleep.

In the tranquil living room, the exhausted girl fell asleep before she realized it.

Luke's sharp ears had picked up on the way her breathing had evened out.

Luke and Seline moved soundlessly over to the napping Kris.

Observing her for a moment, Selina shook her head doubtfully.

Her action meant that she didn't detect anything wrong.

Luke nodded slightly. He didn't notice anything unusual, either. Kris was sleeping normally.

But his face changed in the next moment as he stared closely at the girl. Her breathing had suddenly picked up.

With his Sharp Nose, Luke detected a sudden and inordinate amount of sweat on her.

Selina had also sensed that something was wrong. She fixed her gaze on Kris as well, only to see that her forehead was already covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Kris's lips also trembled, as if she was trying to say something, but was unable to speak.

Kris's unusual condition quickly became even more pronounced. It wasn't just the cold sweat and her lips, but her body trembled slightly as well. Her hand looked like she was trying to grasp something, but was unable to.

Luke gestured at Selina, who nodded to indicate that she would keep an eye on their surroundings.

Only then did Luke reach out to slowly clasp Kris's hand. "Kris, wake up."

Kris's eyelids quivered, but she didn't open her eyes.

Seeing that, Luke clutched her hand and shook her a little. "Wake up, Kris."

Kris's eyes sprung open and she shrieked, "Ahhh!"

Luke smiled bitterly and turned his head.

Thank god Kris didn't have bad breath. She did spit out some saliva in her agitated state, however, and Luke dodged it.

Kris only stopped shrieking several seconds later. "S- Stay away."

Luke grabbed both her hands firmly and said, "Hey, Kris. It's fine. You're awake now."

Kris was dazed for a moment. When she finally saw Luke clearly, she suddenly lunged forward to hug him tightly. "He's here. He's here again."

Luke gently stroked the back of the terrified girl. "It's fine, we know, which is why we woke you up."

Kris's whole body shuddered before she abruptly burst into tears.

She cried for a good few minutes, until the front of Luke's shirt felt completely wet. Only then did her cries die down into sobs.

Luke finally let her go and helped her sit down on the couch before passing her a tissue. "It's alright, Kris. You're awake now, and we're here."

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Chapter 438 Comfort and a Call For Help

Sobbing, Kris accepted the tissue and nodded. "It's him, it's him! I also saw Dean. He was hung up and wanted me to save him."

Luke shook his head. "That's just an illusion."

Seeing Kris open her mouth to speak, he raised his hand to stop her. "It's an illusion that the monster gave you, not something you came up with yourself. He's trying to scare you."

Stumped, Kris didn't understand what he meant. "What?"

Pondering for a moment, Luke said, "From the moment you fell asleep to when we woke you up, it was around three minutes. He didn't hurt you; you were just frightened badly. So, his purpose is to plant panic in you."

Kris was at a loss. "Why?"

Fear can be faith and power, Luke said inwardly.

Many monsters were worshiped in ancient folklore. Was it because they did good things?

No. It was because people were scared of them.

The more frightened the people were, the more unbridled those monsters became.

In the face of Kris's confusion, Luke could only say with a smile, "It's fine. At least we know how to wake you up. Don't worry. We'll take care of him."

Kris nodded blankly.

Luke glanced meaningfully at Selina for her to soothe the girl.

But contrary to what he said, he actually didn't have a solution.

When Kris encountered the guy in her nightmare, Luke didn't feel anything after touching her. At most, he could only shake her to wake her up.

That was the awkward part.

Kris had been scared to tears by the nightmare, but Luke couldn't even locate the enemy.

I hate intangible enemies the most! Can't you get a real body like Jason? Luke grumbled in his heart.

Getting up and going over to the window, he contemplated for a moment before he dialed a number. "Bobby? I need you to come here at once…"

He hung up a moment later.

Bobby would be here in a few hours. Luke relaxed slightly and began to analyze the guy in the nightmare.

First of all, whatever the thing haunting Kris and her friend was, he hadn't chosen adults in town.

That might be because he couldn't, or was unable to.

Secondly, the thing could only show up in his victims' dreams when they were asleep.

Luke and Selina were alert at the moment, and staying up one or two nights wasn't a problem; it was even less of a problem for Luke, who only needed two hours of sleep every day. If he had to, he could stay awake for three days without sleep, although he might inevitably become mentally exhausted.

If they couldn't resolve this problem now, he and Selina would retreat first.

Just like that, night gradually fell.

Luke prepared sandwiches and milk in the kitchen and gave some to Selina and Kris.

Looking at Kris's surprise, he said with a smile, "Don't worry. We'll restock your fridge before we go. Your mom won't know."

Kris chuckled and said, "No need, I can just tell my mom that I ate everything."

Her gaze fell on Luke and Selina's plates as she continued, "Sorry, I was just… a little surprised." The food on their plates was more than twice the amount on hers.

Luke shrugged. "As detectives of the Major Crimes Division, we need to keep our energy levels up all the time; it'd be bad if we ran into a fugitive and had no strength to chase them."

Kris asked, "Is that so? But a lot of the officers I've seen are quite fat."

Luke nodded solemnly. "That means that they don't catch as many fugitives as we do every day, and they need more exercise."

Kris stared blankly for a moment before her lips tilted upward again.

Selina glanced askance at them from the side and didn't say anything.

While it might look like some person was flirting with Kris, Selina knew that gaining Kris's trust would be very helpful for their investigation.

Otherwise, they would have to spend the night at a hotel.

After the three of them finished eating, Kris couldn't help but yawn.

Seeing that, Luke said, "You can sleep for a bit on the couch."

Kris abruptly trembled. "No."

Luke patted the back of her hand. "Don't be scared. We'll wake you up if anything goes wrong. Right, do you see that?" He jerked his chin in one direction.

Kris turned her head and asked, "What is it?"

Luke said, "The ice cubes in that wine bucket are slowly melting into ice water. Trust me, when I use that, you won't be able to sleep even if you wanted to."

Kris was rendered speechless.

She had seen Luke fetch the bucket of ice from the kitchen a moment ago, and thought that he was going to put beer or wine in it. She didn't know that this was his plan.

She couldn't help but shiver when she saw that bucket of ice.

It wasn't because she was scared. It was just that when she imagined the water and ice being poured over her head, her back felt cold.

Looking at Kris's expression, he gestured to her, and the two of them went to sit on the couch in the living room again.

He reached out slowly to hold her hands.

Kris didn't resist and just stared at him strangely.

Squeezing her hands a little, Luke said solemnly, "Kris, now that we're here to help you, you should have more courage to stand up to him, right?"

Kris's hands tensed up, but she nodded in the end.

Luke then continued, "So, when he shows up in your dream again…"

He slowly rubbed the back of her hands with his thumbs, which gave her a faint sense of comfort. "You have to do your best to observe everything about him. The way he talks, the way he moves, remember as many details as possible, but you don't have to push yourself. Just try your best. Okay?"

Kris hesitated and didn't respond.

Luke looked her calmly in the eye.

After looking at Luke's eyes for a moment, Kris finally nodded. "O- Okay." Ten minutes later, Luke and Selina traded dismayed looks.

Luke couldn't help but roll his eyes and wonder if that guy had found out.

Selina looked at him sympathetically and sighed before she gestured at him, a question in her eyes.

Luke thought for a moment before nodding his head in agreement.

A moment later, Selina sat down on the side couch and closed her eyes to get some rest.

She wasn't Luke. Being tense for so long made her tired more quickly, and exhaustion easily led to drowsiness.

Nobody knew how long this would last, but they would probably be up all of tonight at least, so she needed to conserve her strength.

She wouldn't sleep, but closing her eyes to rest could help alleviate some of the weariness.

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Chapter 439 Delivering Abilities

Luke looked over before he bent his head to read the information on his laptop.

The current him would be able to detect any abnormalities in the two women next to him even without looking at them.

Since they were so close by, their breathing and heartbeats were clearly audible to him, not to mention that he also had Sharp Nose.

Thus, he was quite relaxed.

Furthermore, the boost from reaching 20 Mental Strength wasn't complete yet. While the effects were gradually winding down, he was still in pretty good mental shape.

Three days without sleep would be nothing for him; he was confident he could fight this guy for a week.

Kris didn't wake up again after she fell asleep

Since she hadn't slept well recently, she probably wouldn't wake up until the next morning, provided that she didn't have the nightmare. The atmosphere was so quiet and comfortable that even Selina nodded off.

She woke up an hour later and stretched comfortably. Dazed, she looked at Luke on the side.

Luke was still browsing through files on the couch.

While Selina was sleeping, he had gotten Elizabeth to sort out the information on Springwood and send them to him. Most of it was news reports and basic statistical data.

This information might not necessarily be helpful, but it might contain some leads.

Seeing that Selina was awake, Luke raised his head with a "what's up?" expression in his eyes.

Selina sat down next to him and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Luke didn't think it was a big deal. "There's nothing to do even if you're awake, so you may as well take a nap."

Selina looked at Kris who was still sound asleep and asked, "No movement?"

Luke nodded slightly and sighed. "I only hope this guy doesn't play hide and seek with us." Selina knew that they couldn't tarry here for too long; three days was the max.

After all, they didn't have a strong connection to this case at all.

From what they had seen so far, this case only involved the town of Springwood and wasn't related to the camp or the twins at all.

Naturally, Luke was hanging around not because of Jeff's twin daughters, but for the man creating nightmares.

Luke really wanted this ability to enter other people's dreams.

Even if he couldn't acquire this ability, he might still obtain something else.

Thinking that, Luke checked the time. It was slightly past ten.

His phone buzzed. He took it out and put his earpiece in. He then heard Bobby's voice.

Bobby had driven all the way here from Boom Town in Arizona in six hours, taking only half an hour to rest.

He was now on the outskirts of the town.

Luke spoke to Selina in a low voice and had her pick up Bobby.

Ten minutes later, an exhausted Bobby followed Selina into the house.

He smiled at Luke and asked, "What is it?"

Pondering for a moment and seeing how tired Bobby was, Luke made a decision.

He took Bobby to the porch, closed the door and showed him a pack of cards. "Let's play blackjack! One dollar per game."

Bobby: "Huh?"

Luke shrugged and said, "This is just to help you relax. There's no need to be nervous. I called you because I need you to console someone."

Bobby was befuddled, but what could he do?

He despaired at running into such an unreliable but powerful boss.

But after just three rounds, Luke put the cards away and said, "Okay, you must be exhausted from your trip. Get some rest."

Bobby: "Huh?" Was that it? It had only been one minute!

Luke didn't bother to explain and simply reminded Bobby to keep his voice down so that he didn't wake up the sleeping girl. Bobby was full of questions, but could only nod silently.

As Luke opened the door and entered the house, he summoned Daddy System in his heart.

10,000 credit points disappeared, and Elementary Mental Communication was added to his list of his abilities.

That was right, he called Bobby over precisely to acquire the qualification to learn this ability.

Of the three blackjack rounds that Luke played with Bobby, Luke lost the first but won the other two.

After two victories, he noticed that the "temporarily unavailable" label next to Bobby's Elementary Mental Communication had disappeared, so naturally, it was unnecessary to continue playing the game "to relax."

Taking Bobby into the house and telling him to rest in the dining room, Luke sat down next to Kris.

Closing his eyes, he carefully examined the Mental Communication which he had just obtained.

After his Mental Strength reached 20, his brain felt extremely active, as if it contained some boundless power.

He could sense the power clearly but was only able to control a tiny part of it. Most of the time, it simply operated autonomously.

After learning Bobby's Mental Communication, he established a connection with his brain.

He could control it now as if it was a limb. While it was tentative and rough, like a toddler learning to walk, it was still tremendous progress compared with before.

Sure enough, one always needed the right ability!

His previous ability to control things had been an extension of Physical Outburst and Curve Shooting

It was a huge difference, like between burning firewood with gas and filling an engine with gas.

One was just using gas as a medium to light a fire, but with the other, gas directly exploded to turn into shocking power.

After tinkering with the ability for a moment, Luke opened his eyes and stared at Selina on the couch.

Selina had been observing Kris. Sensing something, she raised her head and met Luke's gaze.

Staring blankly for a moment, she opened her mouth to say something, but even though her lips moved, she forgot what she was going to

do.

A few seconds later, she subconsciously murmured, "Fine, you do have a conscience."

After saying that, she suddenly came back to herself and looked at Luke in surprise. "Did you just say that you'll make me a lot of delicious food after this is over?"

Luke chuckled inwardly and nodded. "Yes, happy?"

Selina gave an "oh" and said, "Yep." Her expression was still a little strange as she felt that something was off.

Luke laughed inwardly and didn't give her an explanation.

He had a lot of abilities which he didn't want Selina to know about, not because he didn't trust her, but because this world was too dangerous and there would definitely be people with mental superpowers.

Luke's secrets were protected by Daddy System, but Selina wasn't.

Just now, he had used Mental Communication on Selina.

Unlike Bobby, who was just a weak chicken, Luke's Mental Strength was starting to soar. Making use of a particular glutton's fondest wish, he sent the thought almost instantly and made her think that he had said it.

The truth was that Luke hadn't opened his mouth at all and had simply used his eyes to transmit the thought.

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Chapter 440 Method, Medium and Entering Dreams

Why the eyes?

For now, Luke wasn't quite sure either.

It was like how he couldn't explain the unusual change in his eyes after the increase in his Mental Strength.

However, most hypnosis techniques had to do with sight and hearing.

These were the easiest means by which human beings received information and perceived the outside world.

That was probably why Mental Communication could be activated via the eyes.

Later, Luke might try activating Mental Communication with words, or a combination of words and eyes; both were possibilities. While he was mulling over the ability he had just acquired, Selina suddenly said, "It's here."

Almost at the same time, Luke focused his attention on Kris. Her breathing and heartrate had suddenly sped up.

Luke sighed inwardly with relief.

He had been worried that not only could that guy enter dreams, he might be able to use the dreamer to sense the surroundings. If that was the case, the chances of Luke successfully catching him by lying in wait was basically zero.

But it seemed that the other party's ability wasn't that exaggerated.

Of course, it was also possible that this nightmare bringer was capable enough to be bold about it and didn't consider Luke a big deal, like how most supervillains would act.

Luke got up, walked over to Selina, and quickly typed out something on his phone.

After Selina nodded in reply, he sat down on the couch which Kris was lying on and placed his hand on her head.

Since he was new to Mental Communication, he could only use physical contact to lock onto his target if eye contact wasn't possible.

Why the head? Largely because it was the most convenient.

It would be very strange to wrap his hand around her neck, and even more inappropriate to touch her chest, belly, or legs.

He had to pass on her feet as well. While Kris's feet didn't smell, Luke wasn't interested in activating his ability while holding someone else's feet.

Come, female benefactor! Let this old servant bless you and ward off evil spirits!

Murmuring these exceedingly unreliable words to himself, Luke activated Mental Communication.

System: You are trying to establish a link with an unknown negative energy. Confirm link?

Luke chuckled inwardly; he hadn't guessed wrong.

If the mountain wouldn't come to him, he could always go to the mountain.

Since he wasn't the target of the other party's mental link, he could only take the initiative to establish the link himself.

When he was testing Bobby's Mental Communication, he had also received a notification from the system.

The person he really needed to help was Kris, and unlike the incorporeal man in her nightmare, she was on hand.

Hence, Kris naturally became Luke's medium so that he could see the man in her nightmare.

Looking at this option, Luke pondered for a moment before choosing yes.

In the blink of an eye, the darkness behind his eyelids completely changed and another world appeared in front of him.

This was still Kris's living room, except it now had a decaying and derelict look to it.

Dirty water covered the floor in a shallow layer. The walls were mottled and peeling, and had ugly light brown water stains on them. Water dripped incessantly from the ceiling to the floor.

Luke sighed. This guy was gifted! He would make a great horror movie director.

The room was empty and silent. Luke was alone.

He wasn't in a hurry to act. Instead, he tried activating Sharp Nose. In the end, the only things he could smell were the odor of an old, decaying house and the stench of filthy water.

There was no sign of Kris at all.

Luke opened his eyes and chuckled. "Interesting. It looks like the real thing, but it's still fake."

Anybody else might have been frightened by the situation. Luke was a seasoned detective, however, and had easily spotted too many flaws in this scene.

In other words, this wasn't the real world.

He walked over to the wide open door and walked out.

Standing on the lawn, he raised his head. Some snowflakes gently drifted down from the pitch-black sky, and there was already a thin layer of snow on the ground.

Luke crouched down and picked up a handful of snow. It felt very realistic, except that it didn't melt and remained ice cold in his hand.

Dropping the fabricated, authentic-looking snow, he looked at the ground beneath it.

It wasn't a lawn, but deep black mud.

He stood up and stepped on it.

Looking at the deep footprint left in the mud, he raised an eyebrow. "This is pretty real, too."

Shaking the black mud off his shoe, he left the snow that was outside the house and went out to the street.

The street was covered in snow as well, and every dozen meters or so was a lamp which dimly illuminated the tiny bit of ground below it.

In that way, the street was cut up into interwoven pieces of darkness and light, like a channel between the dead and the living.

Looking around, Luke saw a faint figure walk forward from dozens of meters away.

It was none other than Kris.

She was wearing a V-neck T-shirt and a pair of bright blue boxers; they were the pajamas she had gone to sleep in.

Cold snow fell on her and she was walking on bare feet, but she didn't seem to feel any of it.

The size of the footprints she left behind in the snow looked like they belonged to a five-year-old.

Looking at her silently, Luke didn't call out to her and instead followed her unhurriedly.

Kris suddenly stopped and turned toward one side of the street.

A wooden pole had been set up next to the street, and an old iron sign hung from it.

Kris reached out to wipe off the snow and dust.

A name was revealed — Badham Kindergarten.

Kris put down her hand and approached the building behind the sign as if she was sleepwalking

"Hello! Little Kris!" someone called out in a low, hoarse voice behind her. Terrified, she turned around.

There was someone standing there. "Oh, you've already grown up." His voice was full of nostalgia.

Staring at him, Kris gritted her teeth and murmured, "You're just a nightmare!"

"You don't remember me?" The person slowly moved closer, his face hidden in the shadows.

"Who are you?" Kris stepped back and trie keep some distance between them.

The person continued forward. "No, you definitely remember me. You're my favorite… hm, fine, you're my second favorite, my little Kris!"

Kris continued backing up until she hit a wall. She couldn't help but close her eyes, but promptly opened them again.

She suddenly remembered a warm and gentle male voice: "The way he talks, the way he moves, remember as many details as possible."

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Chapter 441 Spineless, and Third Intruder

Somehow, it filled Kris with courage, and she did her best to open her eyes wide and observe the stranger coming at her. "You're not real."

The man's whole chest seemed to shake with his low laugh. "Hehehehe! That's right, so nobody knows I'm here…"

As he spoke, he leaned in close to Kris's hair and took a deep breath. The iron claws on his right hand slowly raked down the wall with an ear-piercing metallic screech. "Cough, cough!" A light cough interrupted the man's performance.

Both of them turned their heads.

Luke walked out of the dark to stand under a lamp.

He coughed again in embarrassment. "Sorry, but someone knows."

The two people at the wall stared blankly and uncomprehendingly for a moment.

Luke sighed and said, "Since you're already a senile man who's almost sixty, let me say it again: I'm here, so someone knows that you came. Do you understand?"

He spoke gently and with a slight smile, like an elementary school language teacher patiently instructing a kid.

"Who are you?" The man stood up straight and turned to face Luke.

Luke walked over at exactly the same pace that the man had used to approach Kris. "You don't remember? No, you definitely do."

The man was lost for words, and could only shake the claws on his right hand.

Luke stopped in front of him at that moment. "I was your favorite little… Skywalker, when you were a kid!"

The man was silent for a moment, before he suddenly said, "No, there was no Skywalker when I was a kid."

Luke nodded. "True, you were almost thirty when Skywalker became popular. But men are forever kids at heart. Like you; you're so old yet you still like to play this childish game of scaring girls."

The stranger chuckled hoarsely and said, "IS it childish? Well, I like young and beautiful things." Hearing that, Luke sighed and said, "Fine. I think you chose the wrong hobby though, and you should pay for the wrongs you did, don't you think? Freddy Krueger!"

With that, Luke kicked the man right in the groin.

"Ouch-" The man covered his groin and jumped around for a bit. Suddenly, he stopped and raised his head, a malicious grin on his hideous face which was covered in burn scars. "Hahahaha. It doesn't hurt at all. Are you surprised?"

Luke curled his lip. "Fine, I knew you were a d*mn eunuch. No wonder you're such a pervert."

He said the word "eunuch" in Chinese, which Freddy didn't understand.

But he did know what "pervert" meant

Freddy wasn't angry and just laughed. "It's been a long time since I met such an interesting kid. Let me see how brave you are!" He lunged forward.

Bia!

The next moment, Freddy was kicked right in the face and sent flying.

His body suddenly turned into black smoke in the air and disappeared, and his creepy voice resounded in the gloom. "Wow, awesome! Are you Bruce Lee? I'm so scared. Hahahaha!"

Luke had already settled back down. His trash talk earlier had just been to give him time to observe Freddy this fellow.

He had already calculated when to start and end the fight.

As his eyes swept the area in front of him, a shadow quietly emerged on the wall behind him, and Freddy's claws slowly reached for Luke's neck as he sneered.

"Watch out! He's behind you!" The moment Kris screamed, Freddy's hand was caught in an iron grip.

Freddy's smile froze. In the next moment, he smashed into the ground from a shoulder throw.

There was a sneer on Luke's face as well. "A sneak attack? A kid's trick, Mr. Freddy."

As he spoke, he stepped on Freddy's shoulder, grabbed his arm with both hands, and gave a sudden wrench.

Freddy's right arm snapped off at the elbow so that Luke was holding the right forearm that had the clawed hand on it.

Examining the iron claws, Luke clicked his tongue and said, "Creative, but the workmanship is terrible and the material is too bad. You must've failed your handicraft classes as a kid."

Dropping the claws to the ground, he looked at Freddy and said, "Come, ambush me again."

Freddy was screaming in panic as blood gushed out of his arm.

But he burst out laughing in the next moment as another forearm grew out from his broken elbow. "Here's another surprise, little Skywalker! Your Uncle Freddy's weapon is back."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "You really are a pervert. Are you a lizard and gecko hybrid? Gross."

Freddy's laughter stuttered to a stop, and he completely vanished again. "You have such a nasty tongue. I'm going to…"

Bang!

Freddy was sent flying again, and Luke drew back his leg from where he had kicked Freddy from behind Kris. He said, "Perverts are really shameless. You said you were going after me, but you actually attacked the little girl. Do you really consider yourself a man?"

Freddy grinned and got to his feet in the snow on the street. He opened his mouth, when Luke patted his forehead. "Ah, sorry."

Freddy: "Huh?"

Luke solemnly bowed a little. "Sorry, I was mistaken. You're just a spineless, sh*tty assh*le!" Freddy: "…"

"Luke?" A man suddenly called out in the distance. Stunned, the three people turned to take a look.

The moment Luke heard that familiar voice, he realized that things didn't look good. It was Bobby.

The man ran out of the darkness. "Luke, is that you?" The lamp illuminated Bobby's face.

Freddy suddenly gave a pleased laugh. "Luke? Little Skywalker? So it's you. Can you clone yourself with the Force then?"

Luke narrowed his eyes as his mind whirled with thoughts.

"Now, a multiple choice question from Uncle Freddy for Skywalker, how about it? Will you choose little Kris here or… eh?" The smug Freddy was suddenly dumbfounded.

In a split second, Luke and Kris suddenly vanished.

Freddy's ugly face was full of disbelief. "No, why would she wake up at this moment?" On the side, a terrified Bobby looked at Freddy and was already taking steps backward.

This place was too creepy, and just when he found Luke and that girl, the both of them disappeared, leaving him alone with this hideous and disgusting weirdo.

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Chapter 442 A Bunch of Unlucky B*stards

However, Freddy's gaze was now turned his way.

The man's ugly face was covered in disparate pieces of melted skin and red, rotten flesh. His yellow and green eyes were like a cobra's as he stared at Bobby.

Bobby smiled awkwardly and said, "Excuse me, it seems I took a wrong turn. Bye bye." He turned around and ran. Freddy laughed maliciously. "No, since you're already here, why don't you stay and play with Uncle Freddy… huh?"

Bobby suddenly vanished as well, and the entire scene was deathly still once more.

Stunned, Freddy finally roared angrily. "Noooooo!"

In Kris's kitchen, a dazed Bobby looked at Luke in front of him. Luke offhandedly pulled back the wine bucket which he had been holding over Bobby's head and then gave him a towel. He said, "Wipe yourself dry, or you might catch a cold."

Bobby accepted the towel blankly. When he wiped his hair with it, pieces of ice dropped to the floor.

Luke was a little embarrassed. "Haha. I was in a hurry, and might have used a little too much."

Looking at the bucket of ice that was now completely empty, Bobby didn't know what to feel.

Several minutes later, Luke led Bobby back to the living room.

The moment Kris saw them, she promptly got up from the couch and said, "Luke, just now… Um, who's this?"

Luke smiled at her and said, "This is a friend of mine. He's a professional and the best at dealing with situations like this."

Bobby was lost for words. What professional? I'm an animal tamer, and that thing just now didn't look like an animal at all!

Kris was suspicious. "I think I saw him in my dream just now."

Luke's face didn't change. "Of course. It's a necessary skill for a professional."

Seeing Kris's confusion, he added, "He's a psychic."

Kris exclaimed in surprise and looked at Bobby in admiration. "You're really good, you can actually enter someone else's dream."

Bobby still didn't know what was going on. I'm just an animal tamer! What d*mn psychic?!

Ignoring him, Luke looked at the other two unexpected guests. "Nancy, and you; why are you here?"

After Nancy went home, she had called Kris and told her that her mother wouldn't let her go out.

Kris had let Luke know, so Luke hadn't included Nancy in his plan.

Nancy was terrified.

She would've gone to the dining room to look for Luke if Selina hadn't stopped her.

Now that she finally had a chance to speak, she said hurriedly, "T- That guy came again! He killed Jessie not long ago and entered my dream."

Luke nodded. "First of all, who is Jessie? Also, were you hurt?"

"Jessie's the boy we were talking to in the afternoon. He's our classmate." Nancy shook her head. "I set an alarm when I was taking a bath and I woke up in time."

Luke shook his head inwardly.

From what he had gathered so far, Freddy didn't want to kill these middle school students quickly, but enjoyed the process of playing with his prey and savored their fear.

Nancy thus survived not because she woke up but because Freddy didn't plan to kill her yet.

He looked at the boy with her. "And this is…"

The boy stretched out his hand. "Quentin Smith. You can call me Quentin."

Luke shook hands with him and asked, "Are you haunted by nightmares as well?"

Quentin nodded with a bitter smile. "Yes."

Looking at his face, Luke asked, "How long has it been since you last slept?"

Quentin's expression became even more pained. "I don't know. Two days, maybe three."

Luke asked, "You came here to look for Kris –

why?"

It was their unexpected arrival that had woken Kris up.

Selina had stopped them at the door and told them not to disturb Kris's sleep.

The moment Quentin heard that she was sleeping, he had turned cold and promptly run to the side to smack fiercely on the window.

Luke wasn't angry over what they had done.

They had had good intentions, and nothing bad had come out of it – on the contrary, they had come at the right time, and pulled Luke and Kris out of the dream.

The moment Luke woke up, he promptly ran into the dining room with the bucket of ice… and poured its entire contents over Bobby's head, instantly rousing the man.

As for how his PR manager had somehow stumbled into that nightmare, Luke already had a rough idea.

After receiving Luke's call, Bobby had driven more than six hours straight to arrive here late at night.

He had been busy with the new mining company during the day, so he was naturally exhausted after the long trip.

If it was just that, Bobby might not necessarily be able to enter the nightmare.

But Luke had bested Bobby in order to learn the latter's ability, so it was inevitable that Bobby would become a little unlucky.

On top of that, Bobby had Mental Communication too, and he may be sensitive to mental energy.

With these three factors combined, he somehow found his way into the nightmare.

Thankfully, Bobby's luck wasn't bad to the point of being life-threatening. Luke had pulled him out of the nightmare before Freddy could kill him.

Luke was a little embarrassed about that.

He had been careless and Bobby had almost suffered for it. Luke only hoped Bobby hadn't been too traumatized by Freddy.

But Luke had had no other choice.

Daddy System clearly didn't know the first thing about cyber technology.

Luke had tried remote betting and online blackjack, but hadn't been able to acquire the qualification to learn Bobby's ability that way, so he could only have Bobby come in person.

But Bobby had only lost twice before getting pulled into Freddy's nightmare; Luke felt tha this guy had absolutely been born unlucky.

That would explain why he ended up a homeless tramp when he used to have a good job.

If luck could be put into numbers, Bobby's would be either o or -1.

At Luke's question, Nancy and Quentin looked at each other before Quentin said, "Nancy thinks that her mother is hiding something from her about the nightmare and the man."

Luke nodded and said, "So…"

"So we want to uncover the truth and settle this thing once and for all," said Quentin.

Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head. "It's not that difficult. I think I know what he's up to."

"What is it?" Kris, Nancy and Quentin asked almost at the same time.

Luke turned on his laptop that was on the table and flipped through the information which he had been investigating that afternoon. He then turned the screen around. "Do you know this place?"

The three of them looked at the screen. On it was an old photo which depicted a kindergarten with a huge sign on the rooftop – Badham Kindergarten.

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Chapter 443 There Is Only One Truth

The expressions of the three changed as they exclaimed in unison, "That's the place!"

Luke looked at their faces. "It seems that all of you went to this place in your dreams?"

They nodded.

Luke continued, "Something happened in this kindergarten twelve years ago, and it was related to the kids there. If I'm right, all of you are around seventeen now, or a little younger?"

They nodded again and didn't say anything; they were clearly in the right age range.

Luke said, "This kindergarten is in Springwood, so you may have gone to school there twelve years ago. Also, look at this…"

Luke zoomed in and then pulled up another photo. Putting the two photos together, Luke asked, "Notice anything?" Frowning, they looked at the photos for a moment, and Nancy's expression changed. "This is… the same place?"

Luke hummed in response and said, "So, Dean and Kris at least were at this kindergarten back then."

The second photo was the one Luke took at Dean's funeral and was an impromptu shot of Kris and Dean when they were kids.

The slide that Dean was playing on, the white fence behind Kris and the bungalows nearby were identical to what was in the old photo of Badham Kindergarten.

"Whether or not your parents are hiding anything isn't the important point." Luke went on, "Because that man is leading you step by step closer to what he wants you to know."

The three of them had bewildered looks on their faces.

Luke suddenly smiled. "Don't be scared. At least you have us as backup. As both outsiders and detectives, we're more clear-headed; that man is indeed tricky, but he isn't invincible, or he wouldn't have waited twelve years to come after you."

Also, the man was really inefficient when it came to murder!

He still hadn't gotten revenge on the adults who burned him alive back then.

Luke didn't believe that the man was magnanimous enough to spare them.

Seeing how Dean and Jessie were dead, the man was indeed a murderer, but he wasn't killing all of them in one go for some reason.

The three students found it incredible. How can you describe such a terrifying person so lightly? Are we really talking about the same thing?

Luke didn't pay any attention to their expressions. "So, it's not hard if we want answers or the truth; visiting this place should be enough."

Everybody looked at the pictures on the laptop screen.

"Are we… going now?" Kris asked uneasily.

Luke shrugged. "Whether we go or not isn't a big deal, but all of you look like you really want answers."

Fine; actually, he was very curious to know what on earth this Freddy Krueger was thinking or what he was up to.

Was he simply playing at a massacre? Luke felt that it was more complicated than that.

Kris, Nancy and Quentin traded looks and started to discuss it.

Kris didn't really want to go, but Nancy and Quentin did.

In the end, she deferred to the majority.

Luke and Selina just watched from the side and didn't interrupt them.

Only after they reached a unanimous decision did he say, "Let's go."

Kris's lips moved but she didn't say anything. After Luke stood up, she subconsciously followed him.

Nancy had snuck out her window and come over in Quentin's car. The two of them took his car again.

Kris, however, got into Luke's car without hesitation and sat in the backseat with Bobby.

Bobby: I'm just an animal tamer. Why do I have to go too? Luke ignored Bobby's aggrieved expression since he couldn't explain it.

Could he say that with Bobby's rotten luck, he might be inexplicably pulled into a nightmare by Freddy again after he fell asleep?

It was better not to say such a painful thing.

Six people in two cars drove through town in the middle of the night and reached the woods on the edge of town a few minutes later.

They parked and got out. Luke led everyone through the woods until they came out onto an old, desolate trail that was surrounded by cornfields as far as the eye could see.

After walking dozens of meters down the trail, they saw a building next to the road.

It was a bungalow.

The sign on the roof was damaged and broken, and only the letters "Ba" remained.

In front of the bungalow and next to the curb was a wooden pillar from which hung an old gray metal sign inscribed with the faint words: "Badham Kindergarten."

The complexions of the three kids turned pale.

Even though it was late at night and there were no lights here, even though the building had long fallen into disrepair, they instinctively knew that this was the right place.

Seeing all of them acting dazed in front of the house, Luke prodded, "Shall we go in?"

Standing around outside the house wouldn't do anything but waste energy.

In a situation like this, one should go in right away, or turn around and leave, and find another way. Hesitation was the least helpful choice.

Luke also couldn't hang around here for very much longer either.

Coming back to themselves with a start, the three kids traded looks, before Nancy and Quentin stepped toward the building.

Kris, however, followed one step behind Luke once again.

All of them went in except for Selina, who stayed outdoors and monitored things on her tablet.

This was something Luke had discussed with her earlier. He told everyone else that Selina was the backup plan.

As for exactly what the backup plan was, he naturally didn't say. If Bobby's luck wasn't already bad enough for him to be pulled into Freddy's nightmare, Luke would've left him outside too.

This could be considered a private assignment, and there was no need to get them involved. They wouldn't be able to help, to say nothing of the danger. Five of them entered the building, with Luke and Bobby holding two LED flashlights.

The bright light broke through the dark house.

Dust was everywhere. Clearly, it had been a very long time since anyone was here.

After making one round through the house, none of the kids looked good.

While there were quite a number of differences compared with their nightmares, the main environment was the same.

They had already entered this place too many times in their dreams before Freddy scared them into waking up.

Seeing how they were a little freaked out, Luke said again, "Let's go. It doesn't seem like the answers you want are here."

Nancy and Quentin traded looks, then followed Luke through a corridor. When they turned a corner, they saw a door at the end that had the word "Maintenance" on it.

Luke opened the door and headed downstairs.

This was the basement, as well as a typical maintenance room, which was also old and dusty.

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Chapter 444 Truth, Answer and Trap

Kris still followed Luke closely and Bobby was behind them, while Nancy and Quentin were already searching the basement.

Compared with Kris, who had already been saved by Luke twice, they were more desperate to find out exactly what Freddy wanted.

Picking up something from an old table, Quentin mumbled, "This is it, this definitely is his place."

Quentin was holding a finger blade, which was part of the claw-like weapon on Freddy's hand.

After looking around for a while, Nancy stared closely at a drawing. "I… think there's something behind there." Luke had already detected it with his Sharp Nose. He nodded and said, "Let me."

Hanging the light on the wall, he tore down the children's drawing to reveal a small door at the bottom.

He dismantled the door carefully and put it to one side. Crouching down for a look, he realized that inside was a secret room.

He took down the light and placed it inside the small secret room. "Do you want to go in and take a look?".

Nancy and Quentin both nodded, while Kris simply looked at Luke silently.

A moment later, Bobby remained outside while the rest of them crawled into the room.

It was much smaller than the room outside and was a space created by adding two extra walls to one corner of the original room.

There was no furniture inside except for a single bed covered with a dusty quilt.

However, all the walls were covered in clumsy paint doodles.

After so long, the paint had turned gray and black so that on closer look, the doodles weren't cute at all, but instead pretty creepy.

Looking at the doodles, Nancy touched them and mumbled, "I think… I drew these when I was little."

Luke didn't think too much of it. He looked around and found an old album in a dusty paper box on the nightstand.

Opening it, he found some old laminated photos.

He flipped through a few pages and quickly scanned the rest of the photos.

A few seconds later, he closed the album and frowned.

Noticing his expression, Quentin couldn't help but ask, "What's in it?"

Both Kris and Nancy looked at the album in Luke's hand.

Luke shook his head and didn't answer that question.

He looked at Nancy and then at Kris. "This is probably what he wants you to remember."

The girls subconsciously stepped forward. Nancy couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

After a brief silence, Luke said, "The answers you were looking for: What happened in this kindergarten back then."

Nancy stepped forward again with one hand out. "Can I take a look?"

Frowning for a moment, Luke looked at Kris and asked, "I think I know why he wants you to come here, but this thing is a trap. So, I'll ask you once again: Do you really want to look at it?"

After a brief hesitation, Nancy nodded. "I do."

Looking at Luke's face, Kris suddenly shook her head. "No, I don't."

Luke nodded and said, "Alright. Nancy, you wait a bit."

Saying that, Luke swiftly took out most of the photos before he tossed the album to Nancy.

He then fished out a lighter and burned the ten or so photos in his hand to ashes.

While doing so, he used his body to block everyone else's line of sight so that they couldn't see the photos. On the other side, Nancy abruptly flushed when she looked at the photos before she turned pale. "No, that's impossible."

Quentin moved, about to go over and take a look at the photos.

Luke darted to Quentin's side and pressed down on his shoulder. "That's her business."

Quentin was silent.

He couldn't go over even if he wanted to as the force on his shoulder kept him firmly in place.

Looking at Nancy who suddenly burst into tears, Luke didn't feel very guilty.

Considering Quentin and Nancy's curiosity, they would've become overly suspicious if he directly burnt all the photos.

Thankfully, Kris trusted him more and was less curious.

Luke walked over to Nancy and gave her his lighter. "I think you need this."

Staring blankly at the lighter for a moment, Nancy finally came back to herself and grabbed it.

But her hands were shaking so hard and didn't have any strength. It took her several tries before she could start a fire.

Luke didn't help her but simply turned around to block everyone else's line of sight.

A moment later, he smelled the photos burning and heard Nancy's intermittent sobs.

After a while, he finally moved to stand next to Kris.

As for Nancy? She had Quentin to console her. There was clearly something between the two of them, and Luke didn't have to stick his foot in it.

Seeing the bewilderment in Kris's eyes, he said, "Since you decided to let the past go, there's no need to feel conflicted about it. Not all memories are beautiful."

Seeing how Nancy was crying so wretchedly, Kris was utterly relieved inwardly.

She had a feeling that she would've been as devastated as Nancy if she had chosen to look at the photos.

Even if she had a rough guess about what the photos contained, it wasn't as big a blow since she didn't see them with her own eyes.

Human beings were always good at deceiving themselves.

After a long while, Nancy finally calmed down.

Only then did Luke say, "Alright, Nancy, I know you're upset, but that's even more reason to settle this once and for all, right?"

Nancy raised her head and stared at him for a moment before she slowly nodded her head.

Quentin couldn't help but ask, "How are we going to get rid of him?"

Luke observed them and said, "It's been a long time since you slept, right?"

Both of them nodded bitterly.

Luke said, "Now, lie down on the bed and go to sleep."

They looked at the filthy and worn bed and shuddered.

But Luke was already walking over to pull out the single bed. He carefully wrapped up the bedding and quilt before throwing them into a corner.

"This should do now." All that was left of the single bed now was the bedframe, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Nancy and Quentin sighed in relief.

While the planks were hard, they were at least clean.

At that moment, Luke continued, "Kris, Nancy, the two of you lie down."

Saying that, he pulled over a wooden stool from the side. Confirming that it was sturdy enough, he placed it next to the bed.

Befuddled, Quentin asked, "Then… what about me?"

The two girls looked at him, then at the single bed again.

Luke had just sat down on the stool. Hearing the question, he subconsciously looked at… the floor.

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Chapter 445 One, Two, Freddy's Coming For You!

Following Luke's gaze, Quentin exclaimed involuntarily, "Don't tell me you want me to lie on the floor?"

Luke smiled awkwardly.

He had to admit that Quentin was correct.

Luke had been thinking about having Quentin lie under his feet so that he could activate Mental Communication through that contact.

His hands were naturally reserved for the ladies; he couldn't put his feet on Kris's and Nancy's foreheads.

The main point was that instead of letting someone else touch him, it was more convenient to his own limbs as "conduits" for activating his ability. It was like how many archers had a habit of sticking out their fingers to guide their arrows when holding their bows. With feet? Well, it was possible with some difficulty.

For a moment, there was silence in the room.

In the end, it was Kris who broke the impasse. "Luke, I… I don't think I can fall asleep."

Luke was stunned, and Kris lowered her head in embarrassment. "I slept too much in the afternoon. I don't feel sleepy at all."

Luke was speechless. He had completely forgotten that.

Kris had slept from five in the afternoon to ten at night; she had only been awake for an hour.

It wouldn't be easy for her to sleep now.

Luke could only say, "Okay, Quentin and Nancy will take the bed. You can find a place to sit."

Quentin was hugely relieved.

A moment later, Nancy and Quentin both lay down on the single bed and Kris sat down next to Luke on another stool.

Quentin finally couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do?" Luke glanced solemnly at Bobby outside and lowered his voice. "Later, I'll get this professional psychic to help connect my mind to yours and enter your dream with you."

Quentin stared blankly. "What psychic?"

Kris quickly pointed at Bobby outside. "That's him. He was the one who helped Luke enter my dream and save me in the afternoon."

Quentin and Nancy looked at each other in dismay, but looking at Kris, they could only believe her.

Otherwise, it didn't make sense for Kris to trust this detective so much after just one afternoon.

Looking at Nancy and Quentin, who were a little nervous, Luke smiled. "There's no need to be so scared; he's not as terrifying as you think. Kris and I met him in the afternoon, and we're still alive, aren't we?"

Of course, if you encounter him on your own, you'll probably die very quickly, Luke secretly added in his heart.

This wasn't him looking down on them.

Nancy and Quentin were just ordinary middle schoolers who had never undergone any sort of relevant training.

Whether or not they could defeat Freddy would depend on their luck.

Thankfully, Luke had never relied on luck even if he had always been lucky.

Nancy and Quentin nodded and finally closed their eyes.

They were tense at first and subconsciously tried to stay awake, but after lying down for a while in a quiet environment, they slowly relaxed.

They hadn't slept well for days. Also, Luke had used a bit of Mental Communication when he was comforting them earlier so they now trusted him more.

Thus, they fell asleep just several minutes later.

Luke didn't enter their dreams immediately. Instead, he lightly tapped his earpiece twice, and immediately received the same in response.

That was Selina letting him know that she was already ready.

Luke had his own trump cards, but he still preferred to be a little more prepared. Selina was now observing the activity in the room via the surveillance camera Luke had set up.

Selina had napped for an hour in the afternoon and was on full alert, unlike some unlucky PR manager.

Receiving a response from his staunch backup, Luke's attention returned to Nancy and Quentin and he noticed slight changes in their physical conditions.

Their breathing and heart rates had sped up a little, but it wasn't too intense yet.

Freddy had probably already dragged them into the nightmare, but this was just the prelude to the main act.

He turned to the side and smiled at Kris. "Trust me. All of you will walk out of here safe and sound."

He then closed his eyes and lay his hands on Nancy and Quentin's heads, activating Mental Communication.

The next moment, the scene changed.

Luke found himself in some sort of classroom.

It was completely dark outside the windows, and there was only one pale and dusky light in the classroom. Only a few toys and items were scattered around; there was no one here.

Luke didn't linger here for long and stepped outside.

In the corridor, he heard the echo of faint singing. Several little girls seemed to be singing a nursery rhyme, and there was the rhythmic slap of a rope.

Luke walked down the corridor to a classroom at the end. The door was wide open, and he saw three girls in white dresses inside.

They were playing jump rope as one of the girls jumped in the middle and they sang a nursery rhyme together.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you… "Three, four, lock your door…" They seemed to have noticed him, but nothing changed in their expressions as they continued jumping and singing. In the shadow of the pale fluorescent light, their eyes were like black holes as they stared at him.

Luke tilted his head, and after surveying the scene, suddenly chuckled. "This guy is really a pervert, but this really is creative. Too bad he's using it for something like this."

Shaking his head, he walked past.

In the classroom behind him, the three girls turned their heads and watched him walk away as they continued swinging the rope and jumping. Their monotonous voices echoed in the corridor.

"Five, six, grab your crucifix…

"Seven, eight, gonna stay up late…"

Luke had reached the end of the corridor by then and he opened the door that had the word "Maintenance" on it to reveal a space filled with all kinds of metal pipes.

Behind him, the girls were still singing. "Nine, ten, never sleep again…"

As Luke stepped into the room, the singing came to an abrupt halt.

He turned his head, only to see that there wasn't a door behind him but only a dark wall. The dim red light in this space was like a layer of blood that was nauseating to look at.

"This guy's ability… I really want it!" Luke mumbled.

The ability to enter dreams wasn't just useful in a fight.

If he wanted to, he could create a dream of a sunny beach and endless amounts of delicious food to satisfy a particular glutton. He could come up with whatever food she wanted, and she would never overeat nor lose weight.

Similarly, he could make suspects believe that they were in a safe place and talking to a safe party. It would be far easier than using any kind of interrogation to circumvent their psychological barriers.

And this was only considering the ability's use in legitimate work or battle.

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Chapter 446 Drowning In Blood and Making the Most Out of It

Thinking out of the box, this ability to enter dreams was practically omnipotent, and moreover, didn't involve any extra costs.

If Freddy wanted to build a playground like this in reality, he would first have to think about trying to keep it a secret, then consider renovation, infrastructure and so on.

It was precisely for these reasons that Luke had never set up the secret based which he envisaged.

In a dreamscape, however, there was no end to what he could make.

It was a shame that Freddy this sicko had wasted his ability on creating this murder playground

Then again, he didn't need food or money, and his only hobby was to torture and kill people.

His mind whirling with these thoughts, Luke stepped forward.

Several lit furnaces glowed and dark red light flickered; the entire space was hot, dry and horrifying Someone laughed heartily in the distance, and there was the clang of metal.

It was none other than Freddy.

"My little Nancy, you really think your boyfriend can save you here?" His low voice rang out before his tone abruptly changed. "Then he may as well die with you! He's a wimp, he can't save you! He can't even save himself! Like this…"

"Ah!" Quentin screamed in pain. Freddy had probably injured him somehow.

Luke, however, maintained his unhurried pace.

After everything that had happened so far, he was gradually coming to better understand Freddy's character.

This guy absolutely wouldn't kill his prey until he had had enough fun with them.

Was he flaunting, or was it just a sick interest? Luke wasn't sure; there might be other reasons.

It was like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Ahhhh!" Quentin gave a drawn-out scream again.

"Little Nancy, look, you have a lousy boyfriend. He tripped over his own feet and passed out. How can he protect you?" Freddy's tone turned playful. "Come to Uncle Freddy. You're my favorite, hahahaha."

At that moment, Luke walked out and saw Quentin lying in the gap between two boilers

A panic-stricken Nancy had retreated up a metal staircase not far away and started running.

Freddy followed her unhurriedly. The iron claws on his right hand scraped the handrail and the grating noise echoed in the boiler room.

Luke sighed. What a pretentious guy! He really wanted to beat him up.

Freddy disappeared upstairs while chasing his "little Nancy."

Luke walked over to Quentin and pulled him up.

Quentin was fine. Freddy found him a nuisance but didn't want to kill him yet, so he knocked the guy out and left him here.

Lifting Quentin, Luke moved faster.

Luke still wanted to see what else Freddy was going to do, but he couldn't let Freddy get his fill of his performance and then kill Nancy. Following Freddy's playful laughter, Luke stepped out onto another walkway, only to find that the scene had changed.

He suddenly found himself inside an ordinary building

This building seemed especially quiet compared with the thunderstorm outside.

Of course, that wasn't counting the running and screaming from upstairs as Freddy toyed with Nancy.

Freddy's voice echoed again in the building. "Haha, let's play hide and seek, shall we? If I catch you… hehehe. Okay, Uncle Freddy is going to start counting! Ten, nine, eight…" Luke rolled his eyes. There was clearly no limit to this guy's sick interests.

At that moment, a fearful Nancy was hiding in a closet in one of the rooms upstairs.

As for why she was hiding here? She didn't know; it was just that there was a constantly increasing sense of dread in her head that was strongly urging her to hide. She didn't realize at all that her mind was turning slow and fuzzy. She had even forgotten Quentin, who had come with her.

As for Luke? She never remembered the guy in the first place.

Nancy nervously looked out the closet door, which was open a crack, but suddenly froze.

A moment later, she slowly turned her head, and a hideous burned face was right next to hers.

They looked each other in the eye, and the hideous man smiled brightly. "Surprise! Gotcha."

Nancy screamed hysterically, flung the door open and ran out.

She only took a few steps down a straight corridor when the floor below her feet turned into black mud. She got stuck and started to slowly sink down.

Freddy was still standing on the wooden floor not far away. "Hehe. You can't get away, little Nancy."

Nancy struggled with all her might, but she sunk deeper and deeper into the quagmire.

That thick black liquid which reeked of blood and decay filled her mouth and nose.

This was a swamp of rotten blood.

"Ahhh!" With one last despairing cry, she was completely submerged in the swamp of blood.

Freddy chuckled. "Begging, fear, despair. How delicious." With those words, he disappeared down the corridor.

Luke arrived just in time to hear Freddy's words, and was lost for words. That's all you want to do to such a cute girl? You can really hold yourself back!

Approaching the edge of the bloody quagmire, he looked at the putrid and nauseating filth that was one step away from where he was still standing on the wooden floor.

Luke had already analyzed the blood with his Sharp Nose.

His conclusion was simple: It was both real and fake.

Similar to the snow in Kris's dream, it had most of the components of real blood, but lacked its complexity.

There were no identical snowflakes in the whole world. By the same logic, it wasn't possible to duplicate blood exactly.

Maybe Freddy's ability wasn't strong enough, or maybe he had never considered such a complicated matter before. Few people whom he dragged into his nightmare would analyze the dreamscape as meticulously as Luke.

Pondering for a moment, Luke sighed. "Forget it. I'll have to experience it sooner or later."

He stepped forward with the unconscious Quentin into the swamp of blood and slowly started to sink.

"So this is what it feels like to drown in blood." He tried to make the most out of it.

Thanks to Freddy and Sharp Nose, Luke confirmed that this was just an incredibly vivid illusion.

Otherwise, if it was real, he might not have the courage to jump in, because… it was really smelly and gross.

Luke sensed that the temperature of the slick, stinking fluid around him wasn't distributed evenly.

Some parts were tepid while some were ice cold. It was like the difference between blood that had been spilled and blood that was already cold.

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Chapter 447 Monster, Release That Girl! I'll Do It!

Luke wasn't unfamiliar with the sensation, except that he was feeling it all over his body instead of just on his hands.

He didn't know how to describe it.

He also observed Quentin's reaction.

In fact, Quentin should have already woken up from choking on the disgusting liquid, but he was still unconscious.

Could it be that the nightmare couldn't affect Quentin because he was unconscious, or the signal in here was poor, so Freddy's attack didn't have any effect?

Various thoughts flew through Luke's head as the two of them continued to sink into the bottomless quagmire of filth and blood.

On the other hand, Nancy felt suffocated the moment she sank into the swamp.

The slick, filthy blood filled her mouth and nose, and the strong stench made her feel as if she was falling into hell.

It was like an ordinary person falling into a pit filled with sh*t.

After what felt like both a long and short while, she suddenly fell out of the swamp, and the darkness in front of her eyes lightened up a little.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt herself land on a soft bed. Above her head, the dark red blood swiftly shrunk until the ceiling returned to its original gray color.

Was this… her bedroom?

Nancy stared blankly. When she lowered her head, she found that her T-shirt and jeans had been replaced with a white dress.

Her expression changed.

She was very familiar with the style and color of the dress.

This was the dress worn by the little girl in her dream, who was none other than herself back when she was at Badham Kindergarten.

"Three! Two! One!" A low voice rang out and the door of the room opened.

Leaning against the door, Freddy tapped his claws on it. "I'm coming in, little Nancy."

"No! Don't come here!" Nancy mumbled in fright.

Freddy just chuckled as he drew closer. "Your eyes say no, no, but my mouth says yes, yes!"

As he spoke, he snapped his claws, and Nancy was immediately restricted by invisible ropes, her limbs stretched out on the bed.

"P- Please don't!" Nancy had sunk into despair.

Freddy jumped gracefully onto the bed and lay down next to her. Propping his head up with his left hand, the cold, sharp claws on his right hand trailed slowly up her smooth calf.

When the tips of the claws brushed over her skin, Nancy was terrified; it felt like her leg was bleeding when in fact it was a few minute scratches.

Freddy's claws continued moving upward as he lifted the bottom of the white dress. "Do you still remember that this is my favorite dress?"

Nancy shook her head with difficulty. "No, I don't."

Freddy cackled. "You remember now. I know you've seen my gift for you. Your heart is filled with pain and fear. They're calling to me."

As he spoke, the claws moved further up underneath the dress, going past her knee and her thigh.

Nancy closed her eyes miserably. "Somebody help me!"

Freddy hooted. "There's nobody else here, including your little boyfriend."

As he spoke, his claws ripped the hem of her dress.

"Open your eyes and look at me!" Freddy suddenly yelled.

Nancy was unable to fight back, and she subconsciously opened her eyes before suddenly exclaiming in shock, "Oh my god!"

Freddy laughed. "No, your god isn't here. It's just me, and I'm going to send you to hell."

But it was as if Nancy didn't hear him as she mumbled, "Quentin? And… Luke?"

Freddy stared blankly for a moment, before he suddenly turned around.

At that moment, in one corner of the ceiling, the dark red liquid spat out two people before it swiftly shrunk to nothing.

One had a drooping head and limbs, which suggested that he was unconscious.

The other person twisted in the air to land nimbly on the floor.

Looking at the two people on the bed, he dropped his forehead into his hand. "Oh, Freddy, Freddy. Like I've told you a million times, don't do such despicable things to a pretty girl, you wretched eunuch!"

Surprise flashed in Freddy's eyes. He got up slowly. "It's you again?" Luke said, "That's right! I am the living embodiment of justice — Skywalker!"

Stunned, Freddy then laughed so hard that he could barely stand straight. "Haha, haha. Skywalker? I'm so scared! Hey, where's your lightsaber? Where's your cape? And most importantly, where's your Force?"

As he spoke, he turned around and lay down next to Nancy again, stroking her smooth skin with his claws. "I like the sound when my claws cut their skin, and when they cry and scream…"

"Monster, release that girl!" Luke roared. "I'll do it!"

Freddy: "Huh?"

Nancy: "What?!"

Luke smiled in embarrassment. "Haha, sorry, I remembered the wrong line! It should be… Don't touch her!"

Hearing the familiar line, Freddy felt that everything was finally back under his control.

His claws continued upward as it cut the white dress open. "How can I give up something so wonderful?"

He stopped at Nancy's chest and pressed down sharply. The sharp tips of his claws looked like they would stab into her heart the next moment.

Seeing this situation, Luke suddenly said, "Huh, she's such a big girl already, why isn't she wearing a bra?"

Freddy: "Huh?"

Nancy: What?"

When Luke asked that, he had already sent Quentin hurtling forward.

Looking at Quentin whizzing in his direction, Freddy couldn't quite grasp what was happening and instantly disappeared. An unconscious Quentin hit Nancy hard. Unable to cry out, she could only gasp in pain.

Quentin was so heavy it felt like her stomach was caving in.

Freddy reappeared next to the bed. "Wow, it looks like I have two toys now."

Luke curled this lip. "Sure. The boy is on the top anyway. You can kill him first."

Freddy: "Huh?"

Nancy: What?"

Luke slowly walked over. "I'm not gay. Why would I protect another man? A real man should rely on himself." Freddy: "…"

Nancy: "…"

We really don't know how to argue with that.

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Chapter 448 Trash Talk Battle

Rolling his eyes, Freddy suddenly stabbed one claw into Quentin's arm. "Wake up. Your girlfriend is about to die."

Quentin just moaned and remained unconscious.

Embarrassed, Freddy pulled back his claw, leaving behind a small wound on Quentin's arm.

Luke beamed as he said, "Don't bother. Even if you feed him sh*t right now, he won't respond."

Freddy blinked. "Is that so? Then what about you?"

Luke frowned. "Like I said, I'm going to kill you."

He suddenly lashed out with his leg.

Freddy flipped backward and laughed. "Hahahaha. So, your mouth is full of sh*t, isn't it? Then have some more!"

In a flash, the scene changed again, and they were back in the boiler room.

Nancy was still tied up with her limbs stretched out, except that she was now suspended in the air from four iron chains.

Right below her was a huge furnace which sent up flames that licked her torn dress and set it alight.

Nancy immediately screamed in pain; it was as if the flames burning her dress were burning her soul, and she was in agony.

Luke looked down at his feet, where the dark red liquid of the quagmire was once again swallowing him up.

He couldn't help but murmur, "One such experience is more than enough."

He stomped on the ground.

Bang!

With the muffled sound of an explosion, a huge hole was left in the dark red blood as Luke leaped up toward Nancy in the air.

Waving his hands, he cut the chains which bound her and she dropped to the ground.

Freed, Nancy screamed and rolled around desperately on the ground as she frantically slapped at the fire on her dress.

Luke flipped and landed next to her. Feeling resigned, he held her down and put out the fire after swatting her dress a few times.

Staring dumbly at her ruined dress, Nancy didn't understand what was going on.

Looking at a bewildered Freddy not far away, Luke said, "Nancy, need I remind you that you came here in a T-shirt and jeans?"

Nancy was confused. "Huh? What?"

Luke said, "So, your dress, the fire, and even your nudity — all of it is your own imagination, understand?"

Nancy shook her head dumbly. Her mind was in too much of a mess to think about any of that.

Luke didn't bother saying more.

He knew that it wasn't Nancy's fault.

It wasn't that she was stupid; it was the nightmare created by Freddy which was affecting her rationality and making her ignore the unreasonable parts of her dream.

Many people dreamt about flying, falling from a cliff or being hunted.

Few people would be rational enough at that moment to analyze the situation.

It was when they were dreaming that people were at their most relaxed.

It was also when their minds were the most easily manipulated.

Freddy killed people in their dreams because he wasn't that strong at all in reality.

It was only in dreams that he could manipulate the consciousness of these youngsters and hypnotize them bit by bit.

Once their minds were in a mess, like Nancy wailing and screaming, Freddy would be able to kill them easily.

The truth was that they weren't killed by Freddy's power alone, but also through their own doing

Sometimes, when a person thought they were dead, they would die for real.

Freddy's nightmare ability built on this phenomenon and even turned it into his strength.

Freddy stared at Luke in bewilderment. "What… are you?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "I'm human."

Freddy snorted. "The ability you used just now didn't seem like it."

Luke was unhappy. "How can you curse me like that? I'm going to kill you." Pushing off of his feet, he lunged at Freddy.

Freddy swiped at Luke with his claws without hesitation.

He didn't believe that Luke's arm could withstand his claws. Besides, this was his territory.

Luke raised his hand and twisted Freddy's arm so that the claws were aimed at Freddy instead.

At the same time, he kicked Freddy in the groin and pressed Freddy to the ground with both arms.

Freddy gave a couple of yells before he suddenly disappeared. "Wow, you really are a Bruce Lee, but it's useless. Hahahaha, this is my world."

Luke drew back his hands and laughed. "You're cocky for a man without a penis. Also, this world of yours is so crap. You should read more books."

Freddy said, "Haha, are you worried now, little Skywalker? Don't be hasty, Uncle Freddy will always keep you company."

Bia!

Luke expressionlessly pulled back his right leg. "You've used this trick for so many years, can you switch to something new? If you're not creative enough in this era, you'll fall behind, Uncle Freddy!" Freddy got up from where he was on a pipe and rubbed his nose. "Because I like it. Also, the classics will never go out of style."

Luke shrugged and said, "Is that all you've got? Let me tell you something good. I have two partners who may wake us up at any moment. You don't have much time."

Freddy cackled but didn't come down from where he was standing on the pipe.

He realized that Luke was very hard to deal with.

First of all, Luke wasn't the least bit scared of him.

Secondly, because of Luke, Nancy's mind was starting to clear up and Quentin was unconscious.

As a result, Freddy's power in the dream was dwindling.

Maintaining this nightmare dreamscape required power, which wasn't inexhaustible.

He could also only kill people in their dreams with a particular power, which could also run out.

If he could slaughter at will once entering a dream, he would've already massacred everyone in Springwood.

Lastly, Luke had strong mental fortitude and was completely immune to the nightmare's effect.

For now, the two of them were at a stalemate.

Just like during their trash talk earlier before they simply traded a few blows, both of them had more complicated objectives.

Luke had a lot of trump cards, but he was taking this opportunity to examine the dreamscape in Freddy's nightmare. After all, it was rare to meet someone who could manipulate dreams like this.

Freddy, on the other hand, was trying to buy himself more time to absorb Nancy and Quentin's fear and pain and subsequently become more powerful.

Each with their own motives and schemes, they started to trade barbs again, while Nancy and Quentin were caught in the middle.

Quentin was unconscious and wasn't suffering as much, but Nancy could only stand there miserably as she covered her breasts uncomfortably.

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Chapter 449 Professional Third Intruder, and I'll Be Back

As Luke gradually suppressed Freddy's domineering air, Nancy came back to herself.

What embarrassed her the most was what she was wearing

Freddy had put her in this dress from her childhood. She naturally hadn't needed a bra back then, and Freddy had maliciously cut the dress down the front.

To make things worse, half the torn dress had been burnt by the fire from the furnace just now, and could barely cover her.

Luke and Freddy were too busy trading barbs to look at her, otherwise she would have to crouch down to cover herself.

In that moment, Nancy felt as if her worldview was collapsing.

She became aware of Freddy's existence a few days ago, and furthermore, had watched Dean kill himself with her own eyes.

It wasn't until then that she found out that a dream could actually kill someone.

But now, it suddenly occurred to her that Freddy, whom she found utterly horrifying, seemed unable to do anything to the person who was around Nancy's age, in front of him except talk trash.

This drastic reversal made her wonder how Freddy could've possibly made her almost piss herself.

While the three of them were contemplating their own thoughts, Freddy's expression changed and Luke also suddenly turned his head.

An open door suddenly appeared in the wall, and someone walked in.

"Luke?" Bobby's trembling voice rang out.

Luke rolled his eyes.

His PR manager's bad luck was truly d*mn amazing to pull him back in again, and right into the heart of the conflict.

Freddy gave a pleased smile. "Well, well, look who's here? It's actually a familiar face. It seems that today is my lucky day."

Luke scoffed. "Bobby, just treat him like that chimpanzee of yours and teach him a good lesson."

Freddy: "Huh?"

Bobby: "What?" What d*mn chimpanzee?

Bobby shouted reflexively, "He's nothing like Doctor at all! Doctor is very cute."

Doctor was the name of Bobby's chimpanzee.

Bobby had always hoped for it to become a little smarter… which was why he named it Doctor.

Luke was lost for words. "… Then just treat him like those stupid things that you train, like a dog or a bear or whatever."

Bobby wanted to complain. He had always been good to dogs, and had never abused any.

As for bears… he had never trained them before.

Freddy didn't care what rubbish they were discussing and appeared in front of Bobby in a flash.

Looking at this scary freak, Bobby subconsciously did what Luke told him to.

He simply took a deep breath and opened his eyes wide to roar, "Get lost, or you're getting a whipping!" Freddy's entire body suddenly froze. The instant Bobby roared with his eyes wide, it was as if Freddy saw a long whip suddenly lash out at him. The way it whistled in the air hinted at the massive power it contained, which could absolutely make a person piss themselves.

Fear suddenly sprung up in Freddy's heart and he froze with his hand still raised.

This bellow was something Bobby had perfected when training tigers and lions in the circus.

He had to intimidate these ferocious beasts with Mental Communication and lashes of the whip, or they would be even more resistant to training.

This was something he had done for over ten years, and it had basically become instinct.

His mind and ability were in perfect tandem. Furthermore, he was in a unique dream environment, and Freddy was instantly dealt a very severe blow.

Freddy wasn't an animal, nor was he afraid of whips, but he subconsciously paused at the intense intimidation released by Bobby's acutely focused mind.

That was enough.

Luke reacted swiftly and charged forward in almost the same instant to grab both of Freddy's hands.

Physical Outburst, activate!

Instantly, his heart started pounding at more than four hundred times per minute, which was enough to rouse him from sleep.

Back in the real world, Luke opened his eyes.

He swiftly retreated backward, and with both hands, dragged a person in a red and green sweater out of thin air.

"Welcome to my world!" Luke's lips curved upward as he looked at the panic-stricken Freddy in his hands.

Almost at the same time, Nancy and Quentin opened their eyes and abruptly sat up from where they had been lying on the single bed, and Bobby cried out in astonishment from outside the room.

"Holy sh*t! What the hell is that?" Selina yelled in Luke's earpiece.

Luke didn't reply. He instantly dragged Freddy out the small opening and toward the maintenance room outside as he yelled, "Bobby, go and stop them from coming out. There's something I need to do."

Bobby nodded blankly as he watched Luke drag that monster like a dead dog to one side of one of the furnaces.

"What are you waiting for? They're coming out," Luke yelled.

Bobby quivered and then ran over to the small opening to block the view of the three people inside.

Turning back to look at the person he was holding, Luke suddenly tightened his grip.

There were two cracking sounds and Freddy cried out in pain as Luke crushed his wrists.

Luke then unhurriedly tore off the metal claws on Freddy's right hand.

Freddy could only continue to scream wretchedly and couldn't escape. Luke was still gripping his right hand tightly, making it impossible for him to flee.

"Weak, helpless, and pitiful!" Luke chuckled and said, "Almighty in dreams but a coward in reality! That's you, Mr. Freddy Krueger."

Freddy's eyes twitched violently, but he couldn't think of anything to say.

He hadn't been human for a long time, so actually, he would hardly feel any pain even if he were cut up into minced meat, to say nothing of a minor bone fracture.

But Luke had yet to let go after crushing both of Freddy's wrists.

Freddy could appear and disappear as he pleased in dreams, like teleportation, but as soon as he materialized in the real world, he was as powerless as a sorcerer who set foot in a realm where magic was forbidden.

Luke dragged Freddy to the furnace and casually opened its square metal lid. "Any last words?"

Freddy said, "Hahahaha. You can't kill me."

Luke nodded thoughtfully. "You're not wrong about that."

Freddy grinned maliciously. "I'll be back."

Luke said, "…Never mind, stop talking. Listening to you, I suddenly feel you're mentally deficient. No wonder you can only scare kids." Freddy: "Huh?" Too lazy to talk to him anymore, Luke suddenly punched Freddy a dozen times in a row with his left fist.

Hearing the cracks echo in the air, Bobby reflexively turned his head for a look and promptly broke out in a cold sweat.

"What are you looking at? Never seen such an awesome boss before?" Luke's left hand didn't stop as he chided Bobby, until Freddy's bones were shattered and he was bleeding internally.

Only then did Luke stop as he muttered, "Your bones and muscles are tougher than a regular person's, and you don't seem to feel any pain, so you're not weak in the real world."

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Chapter 450 Research, and Trust Science

Freddy spat out huge mouthfuls of dark red blood and asked weakly, "Cough, cough, what do you want?"

Luke said, "Don't mind me. In any case, you'll be dead soon, and you said you'll be back, so I'm just making use of the waste material."

He casually tore off the guy's ears and tried to store them in his inventory, but there was no response.

Luke gave a surprised "oh."

Part of the guy's body was actually still considered to be alive, and couldn't be stored in Luke's inventory.

Luke simply threw the ears into the furnace and then grabbed the metal shovel on the side for collecting ash before he used it to force Freddy's face into the furnace. "Have you thought about your lines for next time? Do you need my help?".

Freddy: "I'll be ba-"

Clang! "Uncreative. Thumbs down!" With one slash from the iron shovel, Luke beheaded Freddy.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

After several strikes in a row, Luke frowned. "You really aren't human anymore."

Freddy's ears, which Luke had torn off earlier, rotted quickly and turned into disgusting, wriggling maggots. Freddy's head, however, gave a sinister smile. "I'll be…"

Duang!

Luke bashed the head with the shovel and shut it up. He then grabbed an oil can and poured gasoline over Freddy's body.

He flicked a lighter and casually tossed it into the furnace, and a fire instantly roared to life.

Freddy's body crackled and turned into maggots in the flames, and there were faint howls and wails.

Freddy wasn't even as big a threat to Luke as an armed shooter.

He was a super weakling when he wasn't in a dreamscape.

And in the dreamscape, Luke could subdue all of Freddy's abilities.

But Freddy's ability to enter dreams and kill was too lethal for ordinary people.

Concerned for Nancy and Quentin, Luke had thus been deliberately stalling for time all this while in the dream as he looked for various weaknesses so that he could beat Freddy in one go without giving him a chance to counterattack.

Otherwise, if he used his trump cards as soon as he entered the dream but didn't finish Freddy off for good, Nancy and Quentin might've died for it.

Besides, there was no better subject for studying mental powers than Freddy, this completely unthreatening weakling; how would Luke have as good an opportunity when he ran into other experts in the future?

Looking at the system notifications, Luke discovered that sure enough, Freddy didn't die.

He shook his head. He wasn't a professional exorcist, after all.

System: Stop Freddy Krueger from killing people. Completed. Total experience: 200. Total credit: 200. Contribution rate: 95%. EXP 190. Credit 190.

System: You have defeated Freddy Krueger and have received a list of his abilities.

Freddy Krueger's abilities: Dream Invasion (Evil bestowment, unavailable), Dream Horror (Evil bestowment, unavailable), Resurrection (Evil bestowment, unavailable).

The system said that Freddy had been defeated and not killed.

Looking at this Resurrection skill, Luke realized what was going on.

Freddy was a monster similar to Jason Voorhees and could be resurrected. They couldn't be considered human, so it wasn't easy to kill them.

What was even stranger was how weird Freddy's abilities were.

Luke was very curious about this "Evil bestowment, unavailable" caption.

On top of that, he verified some of the system's mechanisms once again.

For example, Daddy System didn't acknowledge things it didn't consider human.

Luke had killed a horde of giant mutated spiders in Boom Town, for example, but the experience and credit points which he obtained were only for saving the town residents, nor did the system give him the ability to produce thread or spin webs.

He only had one question: How on earth would the system classify aliens?

As he pondered, Luke watched as Freddy turned to ash in the furnace before he scraped everything together with the shovel and poured gasoline over the pile to burn it again.

Just in case if any part of Freddy remained, he wouldn't die.

Unfortunately, after Freddy's body was turned into fine powder and Luke pulverized it further with the shovel before burning it again, there still wasn't any system notification of Freddy's death.

Luke could only shake his head. "This isn't over yet. We'll still need to work hard."

He then looked at Bobby, who was trembling with his back to Luke. "Okay, let them out."

Bobby shivered. "O- Okay. You guys can come out now."

An already obedient Bobby became even more docile – the noise and smell behind him earlier was just too scary. Kris, Nancy and Quentin crawled out of the small opening They had still been a little curious in the beginning and wanted to take a look.

But the shadows on the wall and the vague sounds of clanging, like pork being chopped up, prompted them to stay quiet.

SO

Now that they were out, they all looked at Luke.

But the moment Luke turned to look at them, they averted their gazes.

Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What are you thinking? That guy wasn't human. If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Kris was the first to decisively shake her head. "No, thank you."

Nancy paused for a moment before she shook her head as well. "Me neither."

Luke looked at Quentin.

Quentin said, "Me nei-"

Luke interrupted him. "You're a man, how can you not take a look? Come here."

Quentin could only go over with an aggrieved face.

He couldn't afford to offend the person who had chopped Freddy into pieces.

Luke said, "Do you have any common sense? Human bones can't be completely burned to ash, not even in professional cremations. I only used a little gasoline just now."

Quentin stared blankly. "Is that right?"

Kris chimed in, "I watched a law drama before which did mention it."

Luke nodded and said, "Then take a look at the furnace. Do you see any bones?"

Quentin was conflicted and slanted a quick glance at the furnace before looking away, for fear of seeing something out of a horror film.

But what he saw made him turn his head back. After carefully examining the scene for a moment, he asked Luke, "Did you… really burn him up in there?".

Luke nodded, then shook his head. "I can't tell you the details, but he wasn't human, so what he left behind wasn't a human body. So, don't look at me like I'm a murderer. I'm a police detective, not a criminal."

Everybody smiled awkwardly, including Bobby.

From the sounds of what Luke had been doing just now, it was pretty much the same as a classic movie psycho killer. Who wouldn't be terrified?

In the end, Bobby was an adult and had a lot more guts. Seeing that Quentin wasn't frightened, he looked at the furnace as well, and his face was full of doubt. "That's it? Why does it just look like a small pile of ash?"

Luke nodded. "That's it."

Kris and Nancy also couldn't help taking a look before saying the same thing. "That's it?" Luke just nodded, then said to Bobby, "Take them outside; I'm going to pack this up."

Everybody gave him strange looks.

Luke shrugged. "I trust science more than I trust my eyes. I like studying weird stuff like this."

Everybody: "…"

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Chapter 451 Reluctant to Part With Bobby?

Less than two minutes after they left, Luke came out as well.

Looking at everybody, Luke said, "It's getting late. Let's drop Kris home first. Nancy, you…"

Nancy and Quentin looked at each other and said, "We'll stay at Kris's tonight. The couch is fine."

Luke simply nodded with a smile. "Let's go."

Nothing happened that night.

Luke and Selina didn't sleep as they stayed awake and watched over everyone else.

It wasn't until ten in the next morning, when Luke and Selina were having breakfast, that the four sleepers finally woke up.

Nancy and Quentin thanked Luke and said goodbye to Kris before they left.

After they left, Luke took Kris in his car to the supermarket to restock the food and other things which they had used.

Kris said that it was unnecessary, but Luke simply explained, "It's best to keep our visit and the incident last night a secret. You'll only spread panic and make people think you're crazy if you talk about it. So, it's better to put things back the way they were."

Kris had nothing to say.

Put this way, it really wasn't a matter of money.

After Luke put away the items which they had bought throughout the house, Kris was amazed to see that it was pretty much the same as before Luke and the others came last night.

"How did you manage that?" she mumbled.

Luke smiled. "We're police detectives, we're trained in all sorts of aspects. Remember, don't mention that name to anyone, not even to Quentin or Nancy. Just consider it a dream. If you ever meet him again, call me."

Kris accepted Luke's official name card and carefully put it away before she saw Luke and Selina off.

Watching their car disappear at the end of the road, she sighed and felt a little despondent.

Maybe she should ask her mother to transfer her to another school far away from Springwood? The idea popped up in her heart.

Luke and Selina set off, followed by Bobby. They went to the No. 37 Middle School campsite and met Jeff's twin daughters again.

Luke warned them not to spread the rumor about Springwood again and also not to be so paranoid, but the twins just looked at him suspiciously.

Luke and Selina looked at each other, lost for words. This expression… was just like Karen's.

"Something did happen, but that's police business. Why are you so enthusiastic about spreading gruesome news like this in camp? To scare your classmates witless and drive your teachers crazy?" asked Luke.

The twins were struck speechless, until Susinna, the elder sister, mumbled, "We… just want to know the truth."

Luke nodded cheerfully. "Then you can study hard, and after you graduate from university, come work as police detectives. The old homicide cases in downtown L.A. alone can fill a 200-square-meter archive room, and they keep piling up every year." Dark lines covered the twins' heads. Did that have anything to do with them?

Luke continued ruthlessly, "Also, the police investigation team which specializes in old cases are always short of manpower. They cracked three old cases last year, which is an all-time high. Now, there's just several thousand more cases to go, which I'm sure will amply fulfill your desire to uncover the truth."

The twins: "…"

Luke still wasn't reassured after using this method to curb the twins' gossipy spirits.

Taking advantage of their jittery states, Luke activated Mental Communication and instilled a mental suggestion in them.

But he wasn't too hopeful that this suggestion would be very effective.

These twins were as paranoid as their mother; it was in their nature.

Mental Communication wasn't powerful enough to brainwash them, but there was nothing else Luke could do for the time being.

The crucial point was that Freddy wasn't dead yet.

If the twins spread word of Freddy's "fame" again, that guy might be summoned once more very quickly. Luke still had no idea how to eliminate Freddy yet, and wasn't interested in chopping up this weakling and burning him again.

After dealing with the twins, he went to say hi to Juliet and described what happened in Springwood in vague terms before stating that the case was closed.

Unfortunately, poor Will Rollins still wasn't allowed to take part in the rest of the camp.

After leaving his contact with Juliet, Luke returned to L.A. with Selina and Bobby.

Luke walked Bobby upstairs to the apartment which Bobby was still living in. A moment later, Luke returned to the car and sighed helplessly.

Selina found that odd. "Why do I get the feeling that you don't want to part with Bobby?"

After a brief silence, Luke shook his head. "I really hope they'll be able to excavate the gold mine soon."

The mines in Boom Town were still shut.

When Luke asked Captain Wales for news, he found out that those fake FBI agents would be leaving in a week, which was a lot earlier than the projected one month.

Bobby had nothing to do over there for now, so he would stay in L.A. for a couple of days.

What Luke was truly reluctant to part with was Bobby's Mental Communication.

Just now, he had played two more rounds of blackjack with Bobby and lost.

Bobby's ability on the list had turned gray and become temporarily unavailable.

That guy was really unlucky to be dragged into Freddy's nightmare twice last night.

Who knew if a reaction between Bobby's Mental Communication and Freddy's Dream Invasion might somehow bring Freddy back?

Luke didn't dare let the guy's bad luck continue, which might get him killed.

Now, Luke could only wait for the gold mines to be excavated; maybe Bobby would feel

ful to Luke then for helping him make a fortune.

If the guy still didn't feel grateful then, Luke could only continue to gamble with him. After wrapping up the Springwood incident as quickly as possible, Luke and Selina went straight back to the police department, and Elsa was surprised to see them. "What happened?"

"It's done," said Luke simply.

Elsa didn't ask any more questions.

When they were on personal assignments, she only needed to know where they were and wouldn't ask for details.

Otherwise, if there was trouble, she wouldn't be able to pretend to be ignorant if Internal Affairs came knocking.

"So why are you here?" asked Elsa.

Luke chuckled and said, "For cases. If there are any urgent ones, I can work on those first."

Elsa asked suspiciously, "Don't you still have several cases on hand?"

Luke said, "I'm very efficient; I can do more."

Elsa gave him a strange look but dug out a bunch of case files that were on her table. "Take these."

Luke and Selina had always been diligent, but why the heck did they keep asking for cases?

Luke gave the case files to Selina and said, "You take a look at them first. I need to talk to the boss."

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Chapter 452 Heartbreaking Surprise and Triumphant Homecoming

Selina left with the case files; she couldn't be bothered to wonder what Luke was up to now.

After she left, Luke closed the door and turned around. Approaching Elsa's desk, he said boldly, "Boss, Selina and I have to go back to Texas in a couple of days. We're taking leave."

Mind whirling, Elsa instantly understood.

She rolled her eyes unhappily. "So that's why you're working so hard on cases now. Tell me: How many days are you going to be away for?"

Luke stretched out his hand grandly. "Five days."

Elsa was shocked. "Seriously? You're going back for the weekend and taking three days on top of that?"

Luke and Selina had never asked for such a long break before.

Luke chuckled. "The weekend plus five days of leave. So, we'll be on break for a whole week."

Elsa: "What the hell?!"

Luke finally explained, "It's going to be Selina's birthday in a few days. I want to take her home to see her family. We've been away for almost half a year, you know. My family came to see me once, but Selina's family really doesn't have the time."

Mario, Selina's father, was engaged in long-term work on a ranch, and had to spend almost all year round there.

Sandra, her mother, had to take care of her younger brothers and sisters; it was impossible to bring three kids with her to Los Angeles.

Selina truly hadn't seen her family for almost half a year after going to work in Houston.

Elsa pursed her lips and dropped her forehead into her hand. After thinking for almost half a minute, she could only nod her head in resignation. "Fine."

Luke and Selina were her zealous and most capable detectives.

Technically speaking, she and Selina were even somewhat besties.

Selina hadn't been home for half a year, and it was her birthday. Elsa was incapable of rejecting this request.

Besides, Luke and Selina were taking paid leave; informing Elsa was just out of respect to her.

Seeing that Luke was about to leave, a pleased expression on his face, Elsa couldn't help but ask, "Have you told her?".

Luke turned and smiled widely. "It's a birthday surprise! Of course it's a secret!"

Elsa snorted and bent her head to look at her files as she pointed with one finger. "Get out of here."

Damn it, why hadn't any of her partners been as considerate? The iron lady suddenly felt a little sad and heartbroken.

Wait! Luke used to be her partner too, but they had stopped working as such before her birthday, so she had never enjoyed such treatment.

Otherwise, with such a considerate and capable partner going back with her to Miami for her birthday to enjoy the sun, how wonderful would that have been?

Just like that, Elsa, this capable woman, sunk into a rare moment of sadness.

Luke started to make quiet preparations and spent the next few days working hard on cases, which could be considered finishing beforehand the work they would otherwise have done during their leave.

If the situation permitted it this time, he might be able to check out another place on this trip home.

Selina could take one week off for her birthday and her family. Luke wasn't the one celebrating his birthday; three days in Shackelford was a long enough break for him.

Selina was so busy running around in circles for the next few days that she didn't realize that her 26th birthday was sneaking up on her.

On 21 April in the afternoon, Luke and Selina got off work early. "Let's pack up and go home." Selina: "Huh?" Weren't they already at home?

Luke said, "Back to Shackelford. I miss Claire and Joseph. Don't you miss Talia, Andrea and Julio?"

Selina: "What?" She was still feeling befuddled when Luke pushed her into her room.

Stunned for a moment, she then gave a loud cheer and quickly started packing.

She basically didn't have to bring any personal stuff with her; she still had a lot of things at home.

Instead, she could finally bring back the various gifts which she had been buying for her family. Unlike Luke, who preferred to send his gifts home via FedEx, Selina liked giving them to her family in person.

Thus, a lot of gifts had piled up in her room, including shoes, belts, hats and sunglasses for Mario; makeup, clothes, accessories and purses for Sandra; and toys and crafts for her younger siblings. All of it filled two big bags.

Thankfully, Luke only had a backpack that was practically empty and Selina only had a small satchel on her, so their luggage wasn't much heavier than usual.

They drove to the airport and took a pre-booked flight straight to Dallas.

In the light of the setting sun, they finally reached Shackelford after renting a car in Dallas.

They had barely entered town when a police car caught up to them. A white, middle-aged officer turned his head; when he saw Luke and Selina, who had their windows rolled down, he greeted them in pleasant surprise. "Haha, Selina and Luke, it's you! I thought this was an unfamiliar car!"

Luke and Selina greeted him with smiles. "Hey, Bob. Are you on night duty again?" Bob immediately pulled a long face. "I just got off work, alright? How can I be on night duty all the time?"

Both Luke and Selina laughed. "It's fine. You can slack off and sleep on night duty anyway." Bob didn't know what to say.

After waving goodbye, Luke and Selina drove on to Selina's place. Talia, Andrea and Julio were playing in the yard and didn't notice the car coming over.

Their golden retriever, Dollar, was lying quietly on the porch, but it suddenly raised its head and wagged its tail, its eyes focused on the car.

It smelled a familiar scent: It was its young master, whom it had grown up with.

Letting out a couple of low barks, the dog stood up slowly, its gait no longer as spry, and jogged over to the car.

The three kids finally noticed the strange car and stopped playing to watch it come over.

Talia suddenly shrieked, "It's Selina! Selina's back!"

With that, she chased after Dollar.

Luke considerately stopped the car to let an excited Selina out first. He saw her hug Dollar and laugh happily as she rubbed the dog's big head and said, "Did you miss me, Dollar?"

With a smile, Luke closed the door and continued driving.

When he saw Julio, Selina's youngest brother, he greeted him and said, "Hey, open the gate for me. Do you want your presents or not?"

Julio stopped. "Ah, Luke, you brought me a present?"

Luke shook his head with a smile. "No, but Selina got many presents for you!"

Julio turned around in a hurry and ran over to open the gate to the yard.

By the time Luke parked the car in the yard, the siblings and Dollar were already kicking up a fuss.

He got out with a smile and happened to run into Sandra, who came out to see what the commotion was about.

He hugged the beautiful mom with a smile and said, "Sandra, it's been a long time, but you're as elegant and charming as ever."

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Chapter 453 Home Sweet Home

Sandra accepted his compliment with a smile and the two of them hugged.

She patted his back. "This boy, you're a lot bigger than before."

Luke nodded with a smile. "That's right, I'm still growing."

Sandra was lost for words.

Giving her a meaningful glance, they went into the house, and after whispering together for a while, Sandra hit him a few times with a smile. "You clever thing."

She couldn't help but heave a sigh. "This seems more suitable for a proposal."

Luke broke out sweating when he heard this and laughed hollowly. "Well, let's take the stuff out first. Selina prepared a lot of gifts for all of you but never had the time to send them over."

A few minutes later, Luke got back into the car.

Sandra urged again, "You really aren't staying? At least have dinner here before you go back."

Luke shook his head. "Haha, that would make Catherine mad. I'm leaving; I'll see you tomorrow night, Sandra."

After that, he said goodbye to the siblings who came over and then left in the car.

Parking the car in front of his house, he sighed nostalgically. "Home sweet home."

He got out with a suitcase which held gifts for his family.

Opening the door with the key that he hadn't used for quite some time, he went in and happened to meet the gaze of the person who was bent over to change her shoes.

With a smile, he reached out to rub her head. "Haha, are you surprised?"

Stunned for a moment, she suddenly yelled, "Luke, why are you back? Ahhhhhhhh!" Saying that, she threw herself at him.

Hugging her with a smile, Luke nudged the door shut with his foot and carried this teddy bear as he walked. "Can't I come back? It's not like I'm going to stop you from going out to play."

"Tsk, I'll just call them and tell them I'm not going. It's just a boring pre-graduation party anyway." She did her best to climb onto his back from within his arms as she spoke.

"Claire, your bestie will be devastated when she hears that." Luke smiled and supported her with one hand in case she fell.

This big teddy bear was naturally his sister, Claire.

Too lazy to reply to Luke's boring comment, Claire simply asked excitedly, "Why did you come back? Are you coming to the dance with me? Wow, look at your muscles. How did you work out to get these?"

Helpless, Luke could only let her touch his back.

Claire was a fan of muscles, and moreover, had a very high requirement.

To use a description from Luke's previous life, her ultimate type was — King Kong barbie.

She liked a gentler type of good looks with distinct muscles that didn't bulge exaggeratedly.

This was naturally a very harsh requirement. Unfortunately, Luke was very close to this description.

There were footsteps from the kitchen, and Catherine was surprised and delighted as she stood at the kitchen doorway. "Luke, you're back?"

Luke smiled and gave her a big hug. "Haha, surprise! I missed you."

Catherine embraced him tightly and didn't let go until quite some time later. "It seems your life's pretty good. You didn't gain weight, at least."

Luke struck a fit pose and said, "I work out a lot. Hey, Claire, how much longer are you going to be on my back?"

Claire pretended she didn't hear him.

She didn't have many chances to cling to Luke's back with good reason.

Someone ran down the stairs. "Luke, Luke, you're back?"

With a smile, Luke turned around and picked up the little guy with one hand. "Joseph, what's primary school like? Molly and Scarlett still giving you snacks?"

Joseph laughed hard as Luke tickled him. "Haha, stop tickling me. Haha, I switched girlfriends. It's Jessica and Daisy who give me snacks now."

Luke: "…"

Claire: "…"

Catherine: "…"

After coming down hard on Joseph, who seemed to have it all at so young an age, Catherine returned to the kitchen to continue making dinner.

Luke gave his brother and sister their presents in the living room.

"This perfume is for Catherine, and so is this skin lotion and the earrings…" As he took out the gifts, Luke said, "Claire, you take them to her room later."

Claire was bummed. "There's nothing for me?"

She wasn't angry that Catherine got so many gifts.

Catherine had always loved Luke most. Claire had been jealous of him when she was little.

It was a good thing that Luke had grown up before Joseph could understand things, or Joseph would've been jealous too.

Waving his hand at her with a smile, Luke had her sit next to him before he took out a few boxes from his suitcase and opened them one by one.

Claire was going to scream after the boxes were open, but Luke had seen it coming and covered her mouth. "You can wear them every once in a while, but don't wear them all at once, or Catherine might scold you."

Claire nodded quickly and closed the boxes before rushing back to her room with them.

"Come back after you find a safe place for them. Catherine's gifts are still here," Luke shouted, unsurprised at her reaction.

His gifts for Claire couldn't be considered expensive. They were the latest watches produced by Swatch, which cost one to two hundred dollars each. Even combined, they weren't as expensive as the skincare set which he had bought for Catherine.

Those watches were colorful and novel, and more fashionable than they were practical.

Compared with the famous watches that were worth thousands of dollars, these were the most suitable watches for girls since they weren't too cheap and were very pretty. They could be easily switched out for newer models after they went out of fashion in a year or two.

Luke had brought back several versions for Claire, which suited this fickle girl just fine; she could choose whatever color or pattern she wanted to wear, depending on her mood.

It wasn't that he couldn't afford expensive watches, but that it was unnecessary.

Claire didn't have a proper view of money yet, and nor did her friends.

She might be a source of admiration if she went out with a watch worth thousands of dollars, but the other girls would curse her behind her back.

Joseph disdainfully watched his dumb sister Claire leave before he gazed at Luke silently.

Luke chuckled and took out a book wrapped in kraft paper. "This is a study guide which I specially got from a famous primary school in Los Angeles. It's yours now." It was as if Joseph was struck by lightning. "What?!"

Looking at his aghast expression, Luke finally burst out laughing. "I'm kidding. This is the new storybook that's been popular recently, Magic Academy. Haven't you always liked… that beautiful little sorceress?"

"Ida Vincent," Joseph said firmly as he grabbed the book.

Looking at Joseph, who was examining the new book fondly after tearing off the kraft paper, Luke said with a smile, "Hey, reading isn't everything. There's also this…"

He took out a football and said, "It's the football officially used by the Los Angeles Rams, but it isn't autographed."

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Chapter 454 Gifts For Everyone and Contract of Transfer

Joseph's eyes lit up and he threw the book onto the couch before hugging the football. "Oh, it's beautiful."

Luke was amused. "A beautiful sorceress can't compare with a football? Watch out. You might not get a girlfriend in the future."

"I can find a girlfriend anytime. It's easy." Beyond this hurried reply, Joseph had no time to bother with Luke as he played with the football excitedly.

Half an hour later, the two still excited kids were summoned to dinner, but they looked upstairs every now and then.

Upstairs was where their new treasures were kept — in their bedrooms.

Sadly, it was too late in the day for Claire to show off her glamorous and fashionable watches to her friends, and Joseph couldn't play with the football outside either.

Catherine was the calmest of them all. When Claire babbled about Luke's gifts for her, she simply smiled and told her daughter to be careful not to spray the bread she was eating over the table.

But Robert wasn't here. He was watching football at a colleague's place.

With Luke working in another city, Claire about to graduate high school and Joseph in primary school, life had relaxed a lot for Robert and Catherine.

While Luke never directly sent money home, he would send back some things every now and then, from clothes to practical household appliances, or shoes and hats to makeup. Robert and Catherine had never been very much into shopping in the first place. With the things Luke sent them, they barely needed to spend a dime anymore.

The money which they had been saving for Luke's college fund was now Claire's, so Robert didn't have to try as hard to save money anymore and his days were a lot more relaxed.

As for Joseph? He was only six. Robert had a decade or so to save up a college fund for him.

Since his days were more relaxed, Robert spent more time watching football at his colleague's place.

Even Catherine had picked up the art tools which she had long abandoned and would every now and then do an oil painting, which had been her biggest love in the past.

While she was a middle school biology teacher, she had the heart of an artist.

After dinner, Luke and Catherine chatted as they washed the dishes in the kitchen.

Hearing what Luke had to say, Catherine frowned. "You need to talk to Robert about that."

Luke rolled his eyes. "With his bad temper, he'll definitely yell at me if I tell him."

Catherine knew that was true, but she still shook her head. "This is a business you set up and you should run it. There's no need to give it to us."

Luke sighed. "Nobody knows what will happen. You and Robert are the only people that I can trust. For various reasons, I can't leave that thing under my name."

"…Are you in danger?" Catherine asked worriedly.

Luke smiled. "It's not that serious. It's just that some people might use petty tricks to become a bother. I'm just taking precautions."

He talked to Catherine in the kitchen for a long time as he listed the reasons he had considered in advance and explained them in detail. Finally, she nodded reluctantly.

After Catherine signed the contract which Luke took out, his shares in the gold mine company in Boom Town, Arizona were transferred to Catherine and Robert.

In the future, Luke would only be able to transfer funds from the company via online accounts and he wouldn't be the company proprietor anymore.

If anything happened to him, the gold mine company would belong to Robert and Catherine.

Of course, that wasn't a future that Luke wanted to see, not because he was unwilling to let go of the dividends from the gold mine, but because he wanted to live a long and healthy life.

He didn't tell Robert because Robert was too cantankerous.

If Luke offered his shares in the company to Robert, that guy would absolutely blow his top.

Luke surmised it wasn't that Robert never had the chance to make a fortune, but that he never wanted to.

Otherwise, with Robert's connections, like Director Thomas in Houston, he could've made a truckload of money.

Even before that, Robert's experiences when he served overseas for years couldn't be that simple.

There was no way Luke would believe that this tough man never had the opportunity to make some dirty money.

Robert probably hated that sort of life and didn't want that type of money on his conscience, which was why he returned to Shackelford as a sheriff.

Living expenses here weren't costly, and neither he nor Catherine were spendthrifts, so their life wasn't hard.

Now, without needing to raise three kids at the same time and save up college funds for both Luke and Claire, their life was even easier.

When the football was over, Robert went home in high spirits.

The Dallas Cowboys must've won the game today.

When Robert came in, he didn't stink of alcohol.

He was a moderate drinker; he only had beer and never overdid it.

When he came in, he put down his key and asked, "Honey, who's here?"

Naturally, he had seen Luke's rental car that was parked outside.

Luke turned his head from where he was sitting on the couch. "Surprise, Robert!"

Stunned, Robert asked with wide open eyes, "Why are you here, brat? Don't tell me LAPD kicked you out?"

Both Catherine and Luke rolled their eyes.

This guy's mouth was always rotten when he was with Luke.

Of course, Luke wasn't any nicer as he instantly fired back, "Look at you, it's as if the Dallas Cowboys finally beat the Green Bay Packers today!"

"They will, sooner or later," Robert retorted subconsciously.

Then, after a brief silence, both of them laughed.

This every day bickering was exactly the same as half a year ago. In the living room, everyone talked about what had been happening lately.

Luke and Catherine talked over the phone every couple of days, mostly before Catherine went to bed at night. Robert would also chime in occasionally, so they knew what was going on with each other.

It was just that before this, they never talked about trifles like how the town had changed, or how Claire and Joseph were doing at school.

This dreadful topic which the three adults were discussing quickly scared off the two little guys.

The three of them laughed soundlessly as they watched the two little guys go upstairs to sleep.

Only then did Luke mention Selina's birthday, and he asked Catherine to help out the next day.

Robert was just a rough man who couldn't carry out this sort of delicate task.

After listening to Luke, Robert looked at him suspiciously. "You're not planning a surprise proposal for Selina, are you?"

Catherine patted Robert with a smile. "What are you thinking? He's only eighteen."

Robert patted his forehead. "I forgot. No, wait, what if he knocked someone up? …Fine, I was wrong, honey."

This coarse man who had made a coarse remark got hit gently by Catherine again.

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Chapter 455 A Relaxing Day and a Stupefied Selina

Luke rolled his eyes at his foster parents' PDA. He said, "Alright, that's it. You should go traveling when summer vacation comes around. When was the last time you traveled? Five years ago? Ten? Don't live like old people. You're only a little over forty, you're still young.

Robert and Catherine exchanged looks and were a little tempted.

Robert said, "But Joseph and Claire…"

Luke suggested, "Send them to Grandpa. Let them spend a couple of weeks on Grandpa's ranch. It'll toughen them up and train them to work with their hands. It'll be killing three birds with one stone."

Robert and Catherine didn't say anything, but from their expressions, they were clearly tempted.

Claire would graduate from high school in the summer. She could apply for college a little earlier or later.

Also, she was technically an adult now, and this household had taught her how to control herself.

Thus, Luke's grandpa only had to keep an eye on Joseph, who was still little.

His grandpa's ranch wasn't short of hands, and there were a number of women there who had children themselves. It shouldn't be a problem.

Robert and Catherine had never considered this before. It was as if Luke had opened a door to a whole new world for them.

Luke was Catherine's nephew and Claire was her daughter with her ex-husband. Only Joseph was Robert and Catherine's biological child.

The two of them had had to work even harder to take care of this unique family. After taking care of the household and three kids for too long, they forgot that they deserved their own life.

Luke also only thought of this because of Jeff and Karen.

Their twin daughters were still in school, but the couple could go to Morocco to enjoy the splendor of the Sahara Desert. There was no reason why Robert and Catherine couldn't travel when they weren't short of either money or time.

It got late as they discussed this matter, and they went to bed. The next day, Selina didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky, which was a privilege she hadn't enjoyed for many days. Maybe it was because it was a rare visit home, but Luke had specifically told her that she could sleep in during this break.

Actually, Selina had woken up at nine, but she was simply too lazy to get up.

Just like when she was home half a year earlier, she left her room in a loose T-shirt and slippers.

Hearing footsteps, Sandra didn't even look at her and simply said, "Breakfast is in the kitchen, help yourself. I need to get some things."

Selina yawned. "Do you need me to drive you?"

Sandra had already opened the door. "No, it's not that far."

Selina finished breakfast lazily and watched some TV, but was unexpectedly bored.

If this was Los Angeles, she could spend the whole day lying around and doing nothing.

But now that she could come back and lie around, she felt that something was off.

Thinking for a moment, she patted her forehead helplessly. "D*mmit, I feel like that guy is going to pop up out of nowhere in a bit and yell at me to go train."

She couldn't help but laugh at her own words.

While Luke did often yell at her to go train, there were also benefits. At least, she was never short of delicious food, and if she completed her scheduled training, she could slack off a little during work hours.

Her days in Los Angeles were both busy and comfortable.

If it was anybody else, like Sonia and Elizabeth, their days were definitely busy, but certainly not as comfortable.

Elizabeth, in particular, was under a lot of pressure as a rookie detective. She couldn't slack off even if she wanted to.

Lolling about until noon, Selina cheerfully ate lunch less than two hours after having breakfast. Her siblings then dragged her out to look for Joseph to play together.

After Selina and Luke left as partners to work in the big city, their families had become a lot closer, and the kids hung out together a lot.

The weather in Texas was getting hot as it approached May, so Selina left home in a T-shirt and shorts with her siblings. She didn't forget to bring Dollar, either.

Dollar was very well-behaved and stayed next to her the whole time, neither too close nor too far.

At twelve years old, it was already an old dog and no longer as boisterous. Its temperament was much gentler now as it followed its young masters quietly.

When her siblings were playing with Joseph, Selina asked Luke lazily, "What are we doing today?"

Chuckling inwardly, Luke said, "Nothing. You can take Dollar for a walk."

Selina sighed listlessly and touched the dog's head. "It's old. For a dog, it's already a seventy-year-old man. A long walk would be too hard."

Dollar shook its head slightly and rubbed against its young master's hand as it enjoyed the petting

Luke was a little envious.

His family had never kept dogs. It seemed that Robert was a little sensitive and would easily startle awake at a bark or some other movement.

Luke had a rough idea why, so he had never asked for a dog even though he loved them.

But he felt a little glad at that moment.

If properly cared for, Dollar could probably live for another couple of years, but that would be it.

Luke only hoped that Selina wouldn't cry too hard when Dollar was gone.

Selina and her siblings spent the afternoon at Luke's home.

When it was close to dinner time, Selina saw Catherine come out in a new outfit.

While it couldn't be considered glamorous, it was still a formal outfit that wasn't anything like casual homewear.

Selina asked with a smile, "Did Luke buy that for you? I've seen it before."

Catherine smiled. "Yes, but you need to change as well."

Selina was confused.

Claire came out in an outfit which was also new and semi-formal.

Naturally, it was Luke who had bought it.

The mother and daughter smiled and pulled Selina upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, a stupefied Selina came out, now in different clothes.

Different from the other two women, her outfit was very pretty and absolutely not everyday wear.

At least, few women would do house chores in such a beautiful and immaculate dress.

It was a white dress in a similar design to what Natalie had worn before

Selina looked at Luke the moment she came out. "When did you buy this?"

She didn't need to guess to know that Luke was behind this.

Her expression had been envious when she saw the various white dresses which Natalie had worn and Luke naturally hadn't forgotten.

Luke said with a smile, "Not long before we came back."

Selina asked suspiciously, "Is something wrong? Why do I feel like you're all being a little weird… as if you're keeping something from me?"

Everybody sweated.

As expected of a seasoned detective of the Major Crimes Division, she had sharp instincts.

Even in this relaxing atmosphere, she still sensed something was up.

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Chapter 456 A Birthday Present That Will Never Go Out of Style

Luke smiled and stretched out his hand. "Let's go, there's a function we have to attend tonight."

Selina hummed in response and didn't think it was strange.

Luke would play small tricks every once in a while, but he never went overboard and was very considerate.

They took two cars. Robert and Catherine's car were in the lead and Selina's siblings were with them, while Luke had Selina, Claire and Joseph in his car.

Robert picked up a walkie-talkie and said, "Okay, we're moving out. Clear the ground." There was a swift response from the walkie-talkie. "Copy that, boss."

Catherine burst out laughing. "We're not going off to catch thieves. Isn't this a little too much? Clear the ground?"

Robert shrugged. "Since that brat wants to play, we'll just play along. Hey, when do you think we should go on holiday?" Catherine glared at him. "Why can't you learn from Luke? Shouldn't you plan everything, then give me a surprise?"

Robert was at a loss. "Huh? But how will I know when you'll be free if I don't discuss it with you?"

Catherine raised her head in despair and wanted to ask God if her husband had hit his head on granite before. But then she smiled.

It was precisely Robert's honesty and sincerity which had moved her.

She had only decided to marry him after he personally swore that he would treat Luke and Claire as his own children and wouldn't force her to have his baby.

How sincere was Robert?

They didn't have Joseph until they officially discussed it and Robert even asked Luke and Claire for their permission.

Since she had chosen him for his honesty, she couldn't blame him for being dense.

Her past experience had taught her how valuable honesty was in a marriage.

In the car, Selina glanced at Luke and asked, "What are you doing?"

Luke was at a loss. "What?"

Selina said, "I feel that you're up to something, but you don't want me to know about it."

Luke sweated. "What? Did you pick up Karen's paranoia?"

Selina frowned before she looked away. "Alright, that could be part of it."

She had seen not long ago how Karen's paranoia had unmasked a special agent couple, and how her twin daughters had picked up on clues of Freddy invading dreams and killing people even when they weren't looking for them.

Selina felt that she had caught a bit of the paranoia bug.

This was Shackelford and Luke was with her. How could anything happen? She didn't notice Joseph and Claire giggling behind their hands in the backseat.

The car had reached Selina's house. She got out and looked at her place in surprise.

It was completely dark and no lights were on, as if no one was in.

Was Sandra out? But Robert had just come back with her siblings. Where did they go?

Puzzled, she stared at her house.

Behind her, Luke, Joseph and Claire got out as well.

The two kids ran into the yard, laughing, and Luke put his hand on Selina's shoulder. "Let's go. Why did you stop?"

Selina gave an "oh" and didn't think too much of it.

A moment later, she asked confusedly, "Aren't we going in? This… is to the backyard. What's going on?" Luke said with a smile, "To see if Sandra's in the backyard."

"She wouldn't be, there are no lights on in the house," Selina said, but she let Luke pull her toward the backyard.

As they were talking, the two kids up ahead had already gone around the house to the back.

Luke also dragged Selina around the house to the backyard.

Looking at the dim backyard, Selina felt that there was something here, and it felt tidier and a lot more spacious than usual. She said, "Nobody's here, let's go inside…"

"Surprise!" Their surroundings suddenly lit up with colorful lights, and a huge crowd of people popped out from various corners as they shouted the same word.

Selina was stupefied. "Huh?"

It was more of a shock than a surprise!

If Luke hadn't grabbed her hand, she would've taken her gun out.

Anybody would be wary when a bunch of people suddenly popped up out of nowhere in their own quiet backyard.

At that moment, the entire backyard was lit

up.

Strings of colorful fairy lights drew bright, colorful lines in the backyard. A few bright LED lights were also turned on and Selina could clearly see everybody's faces.

Her father Mario, her mother Sandra, and her siblings were beaming as they looked at her.

Then there was Robert's family as well as a few colleagues from the town's police department. The rest were her neighbors and cousins.

Standing next to her, Luke said with a smile, "Happy birthday, Selina."

Selina: "Huh?" She didn't react for one moment.

She then recalled the date and was enlightened. "My birthday? D*mn, I completely forgot about it." Everybody laughed. As Luke raised his hand, they said at the same time, "Happy birthday!"

Looking at everything around her, Selina suddenly hugged Luke and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."

Everybody cheered again.

Seeing that, Catherine couldn't help but murmur to Robert, "Is there really something going on between the two of them?".

Robert: "Huh?" Didn't you tell me not to overthink it last night?

Of course, nobody attached a deeper meaning to Selina's action.

Here, it wasn't strange for a man to kiss another man when he was excited, although it remained to be seen whether he would be beaten up for it.

It was quite a lively barbecue. Besides family and colleagues, many neighbors whom they were close to also came.

The ten or so kids who were free for the weekend had a good time outside.

But Selina shone the brightest tonight.

Both she and her white dress were exceptionally captivating.

When it got late, everybody said goodbye one after another and left.

Luke then pulled Selina into the house and gave her a small box. "This is your birthday gift."

Selina was delighted. "Another one?" She thought that her dress was Luke's gift to her.

Luke was amused. "Clothes will go out of style, but this thing I'm giving you never will."

Selina eagerly opened the box, only to be astounded by what she saw. "What the hell?"

There was a small and cute golden pig lying quietly inside the jewelry box.

"A golden pig lasts forever," Luke said with a smile. "Okay, sweet dreams tonight."

With that, he slipped off before a particular glutton came back to her senses.

A moment later, Selina gnashed her teeth. "You jerk, are you mocking the fact that I can eat so much?"

Grabbing that exquisite and adorable golden pig, she squeezed it. "Huh, it's quite nice to touch."

Staring at the golden pig for a moment, she heaved a sigh. "Fine. I have to admit that you're quite cute. Much cuter than that guy."

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Chapter 457 Enough, Time to Show You How It's Done

That night, Selina held that little golden pig in her hand and didn't fall asleep for a long time.

Outside the window, it was a cold and starry night.

The third day was the actual day off.

Selina's birthday party was over, and Luke didn't have anything to worry about anymore.

Robert proposed a rapid fire contest, which Luke firmly rejected.

He didn't want Robert or anybody else to be haunted by bad luck, so he would have to deliberately lose, which would be a waste of his time.

Bored, he finished breakfast before he sat on the couch and read files on his laptop.

The two little guys were shouting as they played a TV game in the living room.

After reading the files for a while, Luke finally threw his laptop to the side angrily and got up. "That's enough."

The two little guys turned and stared blankly at him. "Huh?"

He walked over and snatched the controller out of Claire's hands. "You're making so much noise for two third-rate noobs. Let me show you how it's done."

A few minutes later, Luke burst out laughing. "Hahaha, get a load of my eighteen hits combo. Take this…" The controller hung limply in Joseph's hands as full of despair, he watched as his character was sent flying into the sky and couldn't even land.

On the screen, the words popped up as his character was hit once, twice, three times… eighteen times. Finally, with a drawn-out cry, Joseph's character died.

Looking at Luke, who was laughing as wildly as his character in the game, Joseph rolled his eyes and gave the controller to Claire. "You

go."

Two minutes later, the miserable and sorrowful cry of a girl rang out from the TV. "Ahhh…"

The high school girl on screen had fallen as

well.

Claire glared at her immensely pleased big brother next to her. "That's cheating!"

Luke asked, "How is that cheating? I didn't use any cheat."

Claire said, "How can you win just by keeping me in the air the entire time? That's not fair."

Luke said, "That's a combo set up by the game, how can you blame me?!"

That morning, Luke gave them a trouncing in every game they switched to.

Luke was reading on his laptop in the living room when Catherine returned at noon, and she found it strange that there was no sign of the other two kids.

"Where are they?" Catherine knew that the two little guys were very clingy to Luke, especially since he hadn't been back in so long.

Luke chuckled and said, "I beat them in games, so they took the console with them to Talia's place."

Catherine was amused. "Do you have to be so hard on them?"

Luke cackled. "I was just in the mood. I forgot to go easy on them."

Shaking her head, Catherine couldn't be bothered to respond and went to the kitchen.

One was willing to beat the others up, and two were willing to suffer. Nobody could be blamed for anything.

The day passed quietly, until Luke received a call in the evening.

Looking at the number, he picked up the call with a smile. "Palmer, you don't call me often."

Palmer was silent for a moment before she sighed. "That's right, so… I need your help with something."

Luke patted his forehead silently and hummed. "I'm listening."

Knowing that Luke didn't like to waste time on nonsense, Palmer simply cut to the chase. "Martin ran off from the nursing home."

Luke didn't say anything and just continued listening.

Running off wasn't a big deal, and it wasn't like Luke could find him, not when he was in Texas.

That was, if Martin hadn't run off home to El Paso, which was actually close to Shackelford.

Palmer fell silent again.

In no rush at all, Luke leisurely had a mouthful of his tea.

"Martin went to look for Dito Flores," Palmer finally said.

Luke thought for a moment and vaguely recalled this name. "Leader of the Flores family in Mexico?"

Palmer said, "Yes."

"Why? Martin isn't with the DEA," Luke asked.

Palmer sighed again. "I found some leads by chance during my investigation. Martin's wife… was run over by a car on Dito's order. She was pregnant when she died."

Luke rubbed his forehead.

Of the top three things that warranted revenge and hate, killing someone's wife or child was definitely one of them!

And Dito Flores had done both.

Given Martin's temper, Dito was probably doomed.

"What do you want me to do?" Luke asked.

Palmer fell silent again; only the faint sound of breathing over the phone told Luke that she hadn't hung up yet. "Help me bring Martin back," said Palmer.

Luke said, "With Martin's capabilities, I'll probably wind up needing to save Dito Flores's life."

Martin was a Marines vet and a first-class marksman.

As long as he had a sniper rifle and made enough preparations, it wouldn't be difficult for Martin to kill Dito.

Luke thought it unnecessary to go and help him.

The only reason Luke hadn't killed Dito Flores, this major drug trafficker, himself was that the guy was too far away. Palmer said, "Martin's just one person, but Dito has over twenty bodyguards and can call for more backup whenever he wants. Also, Martin hasn't been in the best mental shape recently. You should be clear on how much impact that can have on a fight, right?"

Pondering for a moment, Luke then said, "I'll call you back."

Ending the call with the beautiful agent, Luke immediately called Roger. "Bro, how've you been?"

Roger didn't reply right away, but Luke could vaguely hear the sounds of chewing which indicated that Roger was eating.

A moment later, Roger's indistinct voice rang out. "Same old. I'm still on vacation."

Over the phone, Luke caught snatches of conversation in the background that were being carried out in Spanish instead of English.

He couldn't help but smile. "A vacation in Mexico?"

Roger said, "Fine, did Tracy tell you?" Luke laughed. "Wow, there's no way I would dare harass the big lawyer in your family. You're the only one who can take that domineering vibe, right?". Actually, Luke felt that "enjoy" was a more suitable word to describe Roger's attitude toward his wife, Tracy. Not every man enjoyed being subdued by the domineering air of a tough lawyer wife.

Roger didn't catch the subtle implication in Luke's words and smiled instead. "That's right. So, did Dustin tell you?"

Luke coughed. "Not exactly. Palmer just called and told me that Martin went to Mexico."

Roger was silent for a moment, before he finally said, "Fine, that's true. What do you want to know?"

Luke asked him about the situation. A few minutes later, he hung up and pondered for a moment.

After weighing the pros and cons, he called Palmer. "Palmer, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can help you. It wouldn't be right for me to step in."

Palmer was very disappointed, but could only thank Luke for his time and hang up. Luke, on the other hand, opened his files and checked the intelligence on Mexico.

Not long after that, he got up. "Catherine, I'm thinking about camping out tonight. Is dinner ready?"

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Chapter 458 Camping = Appreciating the Sights of Our Homeland?

Catherine found that strange and stuck her head out of the kitchen. "Camping? Where?"

Luke said, "The mountains close to grandpa's place. I want a bit of peace and quiet."

Catherine gave an "oh" of surprise. "Alright, you can take dinner with you."

Luke had often gone camping in middle school, but most of the time, that had been with Jimena. Now that Jimena was at college, the question was who Luke was going camping with.

But Catherine could ask that later; there was no need to immediately be a nag about it. She simply told Luke to be careful. Accepting dinner from Catherine, Luke hugged her and said goodbye before he left in his car.

Standing in front of the house, Catherine watched his car disappear down the road.

She was about to go back inside, when a car drove up and a head stuck out. "Hello, Catherine. Is Luke here?" Catherine smiled and shook her head. "Hello, Selina. He just left to go camping. He went in that direction."

Selina said, "Thanks, Catherine." She didn't even get out of the car and simply sped off to catch up with Luke.

Catherine smiled inwardly. "Those two are pretty good at acting. Are they too embarrassed to let us know?"

Luke converted the files into audio format and listened to them as he drove so that he didn't waste time.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at it and picked up. "What's up? Are you having fun?"

Selina said over the phone, "You're going camping?"

Luke was stumped. "You… went to my place?" He instantly realized what had happened.

Selina said, "If you slow down a little, I'll probably catch up in a minute."

Utterly speechless, Luke pulled his car over in a vacant area.

Like Selina said, she caught up in no time.

After she got out, she didn't ask any questions but said right away, "Palmer called me and wanted me to persuade you."

Luke smiled. "So you're here to persuade

me?"

Selina nodded. "That's right, I specially came to persuade you to stay away from this gigantic mess. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to resist being coaxed by that beautiful DEA agent."

Stumped for a moment, Luke then smiled. "Then why did you come after me?"

Selina glared at him angrily. "If I didn't come, you would probably go camping in Mexico tonight, right?"

She couldn't be bothered to state the obvious.

If Luke really was going out to have fun, he would've told her. The fact that he snuck off surreptitiously was clearly a problem.

Luke scratched his head. Who knew that Palmer would actually get Selina to persuade him?

Was that necessary?

He just didn't want to go to Mexico under his real identity, that was all.

As expected, big beauties weren't dependable at all!

Cursing Palmer silently, he sighed. "Well, Martin is our colleague in the Major Crimes Division anyway, so I want to check up on him. As long as nothing happens, I won't take any action."

Unsurprised, Selina nodded. "Okay. I'm coming with you."

Luke: "…I don't think that's necessary, right?"

Selina gave him a sidelong glance. "I'm afraid that after hearing Palmer's pleas, you'll charge in recklessly with guns blazing to take on hundreds of dealers."

Luke smiled wryly. "Am I that stupid?"

Selina narrowed her eyes at him. "I didn't think so before, but right now… hehe."

Luke made a last-ditch effort. "But it's your birthday…"

"That was yesterday." Selina cut him off.

"You've always wanted to rest…" Luke continued searching for other reasons.

"I've had enough rest; now, my bones are all itchy." Selina cracked her knuckles.

Luke nodded helplessly. "Fine, we'll go together. But we need to drive Sandra's car back, and I'll let Catherine know."

Selina nodded.

Ten minutes later, Luke went over to Selina's house after grabbing a big bag from his place. Under Sandra's complicated gaze, they asserted that they were going camping in the mountains together.

Watching the car drive off, Sandra mumbled, "I wonder if Selina brought any condoms. I should've asked her."

She was then amused. "Forget it. She's old enough to make me a grandmother anyway." On the other side, Luke gave the files to Selina.

Closing her eyes, Selina listened to the files and memorized the information.

"There are more than two million residents in Tijuana. How are you going to find Martin?" she asked.

Luke asked, "What do you think?" Selina said, "We look for Dito Flores since Martin is gunning for him."

Luke hummed in agreement.

"Do you have Dito's address?"

Luke hummed in acknowledgement again.

The intelligence he had collected was mostly focused on the L.A. gangs but one part covered the big syndicates in Mexico.

Luke had already been planning to go hunting in Mexico on this trip back to Texas.

The Carlos family from before had just been a small gang but had given him abundant experience and credit points. Bigger gangs meant bigger rewards.

He would've set off the next morning even if Palmer hadn't called him.

He was doing nothing more than simply moving his trip forward, so after taking care of Martin's matter, he might even have time for another job.

Would it be inconvenient with Selina around? Of course not.

With the excuse of helping Martin out, it wouldn't matter even if he went on a killing spree.

In any case… there was Martin to take the blame! In this way, the two of them headed southwest.

With Selina around, Luke didn't have to take the trouble of listening to the files; he only needed to listen to Selina highlight the main points.

At midnight, Luke stopped the car and Selina immediately opened her eyes. "Where are we?"

She hadn't been sleeping, but had been listening to the files.

Luke smiled and got out. "Let's go. We said we were going camping."

Selina rolled her eyes. "It doesn't take seven hours to drive to your grandpa's ranch."

Following Luke, she got out and looked around. "What is this place?"

The quiet wilderness around her was even more desolate at night. There weren't any lights as far as the eye could see.

"Big Bend National Park," Luke replied. He took out the big bag from the trunk and said, "Let's go. There's still a long way to go." Following him, Selina couldn't help but ask, "Are we really… going to go camping?" Big Bend National Park was quite remote, but was a scenic spot famous for its mix of barren land, greenery, canyons and rivers.

But such an outstanding scenic location wasn't crowded even during the holidays.

Luke said with a smile, "Of course. We'll camp here for a few days and feast our eyes upon the majestic natural wonders of our great motherland…"

Detecting the contempt in Selina's eyes, Luke dropped the pompous act. "Fine. Actually, we'll be taking a covert 'trip' into Mexico. This way, there won't be any records of us crossing the border."

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Chapter 459 Night Run and Selina's "Homecoming"

Selina rolled her eyes. She knew it would be like this! Luke had only refused Palmer's request on the surface because he didn't want to expose himself.

Selina had been worried that Luke might act recklessly, but it turned out he was as cautious as ever.

After that, they simply pressed on in silence. Half an hour later, however, Luke checked their location and shook his head. At their current speed, they wouldn't be able to enter Mexico before dawn.

He stopped and said, "This is too slow. I'll carry you."

Selina: "Huh?"

A moment later, she mumbled on Luke's back, "Am I so weak?"

After a while, however, she stopped talking.

Luke was unexpectedly even faster when he ran with Selina on his back than when she walked on her own.

"Are you a monster?" she couldn't help but ask.

As he ran, Luke replied casually, "Have you ever seen me get tired?"

Frowning, Selina thought for a good long while before she nodded. "That's true. You're full of energy even the day after talking business with Miss Jenny."

Luke chuckled.

Was talking business the important point? The important point was the personal overtime after they were done talking business each time.

If he devoted all his energy to talking business, Secretary Jenny would probably resign. After chatting for a bit, Selina lay against the thick and solid muscles on Luke's back and yawned before actually falling asleep, just like that. Luke was naturally aware of it, but he didn't say anything and simply seized the opportunity to speed up.

With strength and a physique sixteen times that of a regular person's, and coupled with Elementary Self-Healing, all he needed to do was keep running.

They soon reached a ravine. Luke threw out his grappling hook without hesitation and flew through the air with Selina.

Crossing forty meters in a flash, Luke continued running as soon as his feet hit the ground in order to offset the enormous momentum. Selina remained sound asleep on his back.

Under the cover of night, only two individuals steadily pressing forward together could be seen.

When Luke woke Selina up, she looked around and asked, "Where are we?"

Luke said, "Mexico. We have to disguise ourselves first and then look for a car to get us to the nearest city."

Ten minutes later, they looked completely different as they entered a small town.

Luke had turned into a young Latino with long hair. It was much easier for Selina, who simply used makeup to alter her face shape and features slightly before she put on a yellow wig.

They quickly purchased a shabby Ford that must've already changed hands a million times and continued west.

Selina napped for a bit. After that, she analyzed the files again and highlighted the key points for Luke.

They entered Ojinaga before dawn the next day and bought a decent pickup before resuming their journey.

While she had something to drink, Selina cut Catherine's sandwiches into smaller pieces and fed them to Luke.

They had a lot of ground to cover today and time was tight so they could only do it like this.

Selina ate only after she was done feeding Luke, and she mumbled as she chewed, "Catherine's cooking is pretty good. Did you learn from her?"

Luke quickly nodded. "That's right. Catherine's a great cook."

Selina found that odd. "Then why didn't Claire learn anything?"

Luke thought for a moment. "Maybe because she and you are the same type?"

Selina stared blankly for a moment before she became indignant. "What? Is it strange that a woman can't cook?"

Luke shook his head. "Not at all; I know two of them, after all."

Selina was unable to reply

She felt there was something wrong about what Luke said, but there was nothing she could say to defend herself.

After all, neither she nor Claire was good at cooking. Chatting and discussing the intelligence every once in a while, they arrived at Tijuana, the biggest city on the northwest border of Mexico, in the evening.

As the fourth largest city in Mexico, Tijuana had a population of two million. Every day, hordes of American tourists crossed the border here into Mexico.

To the west of the city was the Pacific Ocean, and the Baja Peninsula with its charming scenery lay in the south, while north of the city was San Diego in California. Many Americans even took day trips out to Tijuana before going back to rest in San Diego at night.

Tijuana thus had many industries driven by tourism, including casinos, legal red-light districts and hotels.

Compared with other places in Mexico, Tijuana could be considered relatively safe. At least, massive gang fights or stringing up body parts of your enemies in public were less common here.

Many bigshot gangsters chose this city as their base of work and entertainment. Dito Flores was one of them.

Unfortunately, that was only what the city looked like on the surface.

The truth was that the title "crime city" suited this place more than it did Los Angeles.

Looking at this big city under the setting sun, Selina sighed with mixed feelings. "My homeland."

She was a true-blue American born and raised in America, but it wasn't wrong to say that Mexico was her homeland.

Her father Mario parted with his family on bad terms in order to marry her mother Sandra. They snuck over the border to America when they were just eighteen and sixteen respectively.

Back then, Sandra was already pregnant with Selina.

So, while Selina was born and raised in America, she did spend a few months in Mexico when she was still in her mother's womb.

She knew a lot about Mexico. After all, her parents were both Mexicans and would often talk about their past in Mexico.

Later, a few of Mario's cousins came over and also found work on ranches outside of town and put down roots as well.

Robert had always turned a blind eye to them.

Shackelford was a small town with a small population. After they grew up, most of the young adults would leave for Dallas, Fort Worth, Houston and other big cities. Few would remain in town.

But the ranches and farms here needed a lot of manpower.

Those who remained in Shackelford were basically hardworking and honest people.

Anybody who wanted to make a fortune through dishonest means certainly wouldn't tolerate living in such a small town, and Mario wasn't interested in putting up with troublesome relatives like that either.

Having grown up in such an environment, Selina was fluent in Mexican Spanish.

Being naturally proficient in a second language was a huge advantage. Plus, it was Spanish, which was what the American police needed the most.

Luke left Selina to her nostalgic musings and did his own thing as he connected his fake phone to his laptop and then dialed a number.

After ringing for a while, the call went through and there was the sound of Roger's suspicious voice. "Who is this?"

Luke's fake phone began to speak in Spanish. Roger was stunned. "Hold on, speak slowly, slow down."

Luke rolled his eyes and could only play the voice at half the normal speed.

He really had to sympathize with this old man.

Roger was getting on in years and had a bad heart. He had a tough wife, his children had too much energy, and his partner had mental health issues. Yet, he had run over to Mexico to deal with the leader of a major gang.

Come to think of it, nothing good had happened to Roger recently.

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Chapter 460 Too Reckless! Can't They Be More Cautious?

After two minutes, the tracking program provided an address, and Luke simply hung up.

Du…

Roger put down his phone blankly. "Son of a b*tch! Is there something wrong with you? You rambled on for such a long time, only to tell me that you called the wrong number?".

Selina didn't even turn her head. Looking at the view outside the window, she asked lazily, "Found the place?"

Luke shrugged. "Roger is at Louisiana K Tower Hotel."

Just now, he had used the fake phone to play the voice of a beautiful Mexican anchor and keep Roger on the line for several minutes in order to trace the guy's whereabouts.

Roger was a seasoned rank two sergeant in the Major Crimes Division, and Luke trusted his capability.

Wherever Roger was, that would be where they would find Dito Flores.

Because they both knew that Martin would be waiting for Dito there.

The good news was that Martin probably hadn't taken action yet, or Roger wouldn't be so free to speak with a Mexican anchor on the phone.

Luke started up the car again and drove to K Tower Hotel.

The city was bathed in the orange light of the setting sun, which made it look warm.

There were few tall buildings on both sides of the streets; most were detached houses and small buildings with two or three floors.

These buildings had been painted in all sorts of splendid colors which was the style that the Mexicans liked.

Various shades of red and yellow mixed with white, green and blue to leave a strong impression on any visitor.

Short palm trees grew on the roadside, with the odd tree or so that had been planted in front of some of the houses, while lush green vines grew around some windows.

Selina mumbled, "This looks nice."

Luke hummed in agreement.

But after they passed several young women in super short skirts and white silk stockings, Selina was roused from her childish fantasy, and she sighed. "Alright, it's actually not very nice."

Luke didn't say anything.

He didn't need Sharp Nose to know what those girls were doing.

They were engaged in a certain profession, and the white silk stockings which they were wearing were a mark of their identities.

There were even more girls on the streets who acted as escorts part-time, but their revealing clothes and suggestive expressions hinted that they could provide more than just that.

This place looked beautiful, but in the end, it wasn't heaven.

Or rather, the whole of Mexico had never been heaven. On the contrary, more and more people said that it felt like hell.

Luke's car went down Revolution Avenue and passed the stainless steel grand arch which was a Tijuana landmark.

Under the grand arch was a memorial wall in remembrance of the revolution. Mottled dark brown, it was pretty impressive. It was just that Luke… felt that it was a little too "new."

Alright, he even felt that if it was a little more dilapidated and had more bullet holes or missing bits or something, it might better convey the air of the revolution.

As if they were just out for a ride, Luke and Selina slowly passed through Revolution Avenue and turned onto a narrower street which they drove down for another two minutes.

It wasn't a long road, but it was only slightly broader than a two-lane road, and there were a lot of pedestrians who were slow to steer clear of the car, so Luke couldn't drive fast.

Luke wasn't in a rush and slowly made his way out of the narrow street.

Looking at a building up ahead which was much taller than the other buildings around it, Selina said, "That's K Tower Hotel. Are we going in?"

Luke thought for a moment and said, "Let's do some reconnaissance first."

They circled K Tower Hotel in their car. Selina let out the drone halfway and examined the surrounding environment via the tablet.

"Hey… Has Martin taken action?" She suddenly spoke up and turned the tablet to show Luke.

Luke glanced at the screen and said, "I can't say for sure, but it seems very likely." A gunfight was happening in some room on the fifth floor of K Tower Hotel. The room was a complete mess. But a gunfight wasn't a rare occurrence anywhere in Mexico.

After a few minutes, a window shattered, and a man was thrown out and smashed onto a car at the bottom of the building.

Selina said, "Okay, I see Martin."

"Where's Dito?" asked Luke.

Selina: "I don't see him, just seven or eight bodyguards fighting Martin."

As she said that, two black SUVs rushed out of the hotel's parking lot and headed east.

Pondering for a moment, Luke followed them in the car.

Dito might not necessarily be in either car, but the chance was still there.

If Martin had already killed Dito in the hotel, Luke naturally wouldn't intervene.

If Dito was in one of the SUVs, Luke didn't mind giving Martin a hand.

Selina said, "Roger has shown up. He and Martin are dealing with the bodyguards."

Luke chuckled. "Roger does love Martin, after all."

This was Mexico. Roger and Martin, two detectives from the Major Crimes Division in Los Angeles, had no law enforcement power here.

Martin was going all out here as revenge for his murdered wife and unborn baby, and didn't care about the consequences.

Roger had a happy family life and didn't have a low position at work; things might get very ugly for him now that he had gotten involved in a gang fight in Mexico.

But there was nothing that Luke could do to help them.

It now depended on how fast Roger and Mexico could run. As long as the Mexican police didn't catch them at the scene, there was always a chance to wrangle their way out of things.

A moment later, Selina alerted Luke: "Roger and Martin are out. They're heading our way."

Luke shrugged. "Looks like we're following the right cars."

That being said, he maintained a steady pace and didn't chase after the cars in a hurry.

He didn't plan to start a huge fight in the city.

Two minutes later, a car whizzed past Luke's car.

Selina was silent for a moment as she looked at the image on the tablet before she couldn't help saying, "Luke, it seems that was… Roger's car."

ce

as.

Luke couldn't help rolling his eyes. "I know. Martin's with him too."

Saying that, he couldn't help but slap the wheel. "D*mn it. Those two are more than seventy years old combined. Can't they be more cautious?"

Even as he said it, things had already turned into a mess up ahead.

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

Gunshots rang out. Selina gaped and only muttered a moment later, "They've already caught up. Both sides are now trading fire on the street."

At that moment, she really felt that Roger and Martin were too rash.

This wasn't Los Angeles. Was it really okay for them to trade fire with Dito's gang on the street in broad daylight?

Luke pursed his lips. He didn't know what to say.

The Mexican police in Tijuana weren't dead; they would certainly show up to see what was going on. And with the mess that Roger and Martin had made, it would be difficult for Luke to follow Dito to his nest and clean it up in one go.

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Chapter 461 Crazy Martin and His Crazy Old Partner

Selina suddenly exclaimed, "Luke, Martin's crazy!"

Luke: "Huh?" He turned his head, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

In the surveillance image, Martin stuck his head out from the passenger side with a cylindrical object on his shoulder.

Swoosh! BOOM!

A string of flames was launched from the cylinder and hit the back of the bodyguard car that was trying to cut Roger's car off.

The speeding black SUV was abruptly sent flying rear first as it drew a graceful, fiery arc in the air.

Then… with a deafening sound, it hit Tijuana's landmark stainless steel arch.

Luke: "…"

Selina: "…"

Okay, Martin was definitely crazy. He had used an RPG-26.

Was he nuts?! Was that something to be used on cars?

Massive chaos broke out around the arch. People were yelling and screaming as they tried to quickly get away from the danger.

Luke had to slow down to make way for the panic-stricken passers-by.

However, he now couldn't be bothered to worry about Roger and Martin. These two were definitely going to be punished after this. All that remained to be seen was how severe the punishment would

be.

In the light of the setting sun, the darkening city was in chaos.

On a road outside the city, three cars sped east one after another, leaving behind a trail of smoke and dust on the long dirt road.

Ten minutes later, Selina alerted Luke: "Dito's car has entered a… manor? A lot of bodyguards are coming out."

Luke hummed as they continued moving forward.

"15… 22… 29… 37… 45. Is this Dito's nest?" Selina clicked her tongue as she looked at the image sent back by the drone.

Luke shook his head. "No. He has more than two thousand armed men under him. While it's unlikely he would keep all of them here, fifty people is still too few."

Selina gave an "oh" in agreement. "You're right. Thirty more people just came out. It's now pretty much a military company of armed men here."

Luke made a noise of assent to indicate that he got it.

Given his influence, Dito needed a lot of bodyguards in case he was ambushed by his foes or the police.

The twenty bodyguards that went to the hotel with him was already the smallest number of people deployed. This manor had to be an important stronghold. It wouldn't be surprising if he had one to two hundred armed men here.

"We're three kilometers away from the manor," Selina reminded him.

Luke stopped the car and asked, "Where are Martin and Roger?"

"They… charged into the manor."

"Roger this old man, has he gone crazy too?" Luke couldn't help grumbling. He had thought that this black, bald old guy was smarter than that.

While muttering to himself, he began to put on his gear.

Selina darted a look at him. "What about me?"

As he sorted out his equipment, Luke said, "Find a safe spot nearby and stay there. There's another drone in the backpack. Send it out and give me directions. Also, keep an eye on Dito. Don't let him slip away."

Selina asked, "Are you sure?"

Luke nodded. "Positive. I'm not as crazy as Martin and Roger. If we both go in, we'll be too big a target and easily alert those armed guards."

Selina wasn't really surprised.

Both of them knew she couldn't compare with Luke in a fight.

She was mainly responsible for logistics and intelligence so that Luke wasn't distracted by minor details.

As they spoke, Luke got out and reminded her again, "Be safe."

They didn't have their police car this time, and Selina had to pay attention to her safety.

"Got it," Selina said.

Luke got out, pulled the hood over his head, and crept toward the manor under the cover of shrubs and dirt slopes.

His earpiece would sound every now and then with alerts from Selina: "Martin and Roger are engaging the armed men… They're breaking into the main building… They're surrounded…"

As he listened to how the battle was progressing, Luke advanced swiftly.

Night had fallen and it was dark.

Luke passed through the weeds like a ghost.

His fake phone didn't alert him to any electronic surveillance devices.

Dito's security system clearly hadn't advanced with the time, or maybe this bigshot trusted his hundred bodyguards more.

Now, those bodyguards were being drawn toward the main building in the manor, which made it a lot easier for Luke to sneak in.

Luke very quickly reached the main building and didn't stop.

"On the left side of the main building, there's an entrance at three o'clock which only has five people." Selina's timing couldn't be any better.

Her using the drones and the program to monitor the entire manor was a lot more convenient than Luke's Sharp Nose.

"Martin and Roger are being forced to retreat to your nine o'clock in the main building," she said.

Luke pressed forward silently.

The five bodyguards at the door were on alert and had their guns raised high. They didn't plan on joining the battle inside the building.

Martin was clearly going all out this time.

Though he and his partner were completely outnumbered, his counterattack was extremely ferocious.

Pistols and rifles never stopped firing, and there was an explosion every now and then as Martin used grenades to teach Dito's bodyguards a lesson.

Because of all the noise, the five men at the door didn't notice Luke's approach as their backs faced him.

Luke's movements weren't hasty at all.

In such a dim environment, movements that were too quick and sudden might draw the attention of the other bodyguards nearby.

He approached the backs of the five men soundlessly, like a ghost.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

They didn't react as they were hit in the head one after another.

Two of them were punched and the other three were kicked.

Luke's precision allowed most of his force to penetrate their brains without sending their bodies flying. The five bodyguards instantly collapsed.

"Two men are coming from the left. They're going to turn the corner in eight meters, five meters, two meters…"

Luke swiftly threw all five bodies through the door and hid inside as well.

The two new guys reached the door. One of them said in puzzlement, "Why isn't anybody here? Isn't this place supposed to be guarded?"

"Those jerks, they lied again!" The other man was completely unsurprised. "They're more serious than anyone else when counting their money, but when actual bad asses show up, they run off."

Chatting casually, the two men pushed the door open and went in.

Bang! Bang!

The moment the door was opened, they were greeted with two huge fists to the eye.

Their necks snapped and they dropped like stones.

Luke pulled them back, one in each hand, and hid them in a corner not far from the door along with the five bodyguards he had killed earlier.

"Martin and Roger are surrounded and going to be killed. Second floor of the main building, your ten o'clock," Selina said once more.

Luke grabbed two AKs off the bodies in passing. He picked up the clips as well and stuck them in his chest pocket.

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Chapter 462 Sneak Shot 20 and Roger's Buff

Luke picked up his pace and headed for a nearby flight of stairs.

"The enemy is mostly close to the entrances at six, nine and twelve o'clock. They're pressing forward to the room which Martin and Roger are in. There are about thirty people outside the room." Selina continued reporting the enemy's movements.

"What about the enemy on the second floor?" Luke asked.

Selina replied, "There's nobody on your side, but a lot of them are gathered at six, nine and twelve o'clock."

At this moment, Luke was using a small mirror at a corner on the second floor to survey the situation.

The main building of Dito's manor had quite an interesting design.

It was a square structure that had been built around a flower garden, a swimming pool and a lawn in the center.

Stairs in the main building were located in the three, six, nine and twelve o'clock positions, and there was only one corridor on each floor which circled around, which was how Martin and Roger had been surrounded so quickly.

Only by hiding in a corner could they avoid being attacked from two sides. However, this left them no means of retreat.

Luke adjusted his breathing slightly and stuck the special P226, which had a silencer on it, out around a corner.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

20! 20! 20! 20!

Luke subconsciously matched his inner voice to each shot.

He would probably earn a lot of experience from killing NPCs tonight. He felt that he needed to motivate himself like in an MMORPG, or these kills would be too monotonous!

Over thirty meters away, at the stairs to his ten o'clock, the four bodyguards who were shooting at the room fell one after another.

Luke then retreated and used his little mirror to observe the other three sides.

Nobody cared about the four unlucky bastards who had just collapsed as more bodyguards immediately filled their positions.

An unorganized mob! Luke scoffed and raised his gun again.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

Another four bodyguards fell.

20! 20! 20! 20!

Luke wasn't in a hurry to retreat this time. Sticking his head out so that only half his face and one eye was revealed, he calmly observed the reactions from the other three sides.

Fine! It seemed that there were too many people here and the death of eight bodyguards didn't matter. He was lost for words.

Nobody thought to check the surroundings when the eight bodyguards fell so quickly. Dito's bodyguards were real "elites"!

Da! Da! Da! Da!

20! 20! 20! 20!

Another four men died, which finally evoked some restlessness.

The bodyguards hesitated and didn't dare immediately approach the door to the room.

In less than two minutes, bodies had stacked up outside the door. How could the two guys inside be so good?

Luke couldn't act as easily now.

If anyone collapsed far from the door, even an idiot would know that the victim hadn't been killed by those inside the room.

Luke rolled his eyes and lowered his gun to aim at the two bodyguards at six o'clock who were defending the first floor.

Da! Da! 20! 20!

The two men's heads blew up.

One of the bodyguards at the stairs at twelve o'clock sensed something wrong and craned his neck in confusion.

Da! Da! 20! 20!

He and his colleague followed in the footsteps of the bodyguards opposite.

Hm, how many minions have I taken out? Forget it, it's a boring number! Luke quickly discarded the irrelevant thought that popped up in his head.

At that moment, something suddenly rolled out of the room which Martin and Roger were

in.

Two of the bodyguards who were pressing forward yelled, "Grenade!"

At that shout, the people near the door looked for cover in a panic — like hiding behind their comrades and holding them firmly in place.

Martin had come prepared. The grenades he threw out were mostly fragmentation grenades.

As a retired Marine elite, he was very accurate at throwing grenades and could take down quite a number of people with each attack.

It was precisely because these bodyguards had been traumatized by Martin's grenades that they hadn't been able to storm the room even after so long.

Just now, almost ten of them had swarmed the room, only to be completely wasted by one of Martin's grenades.

Luke was ready when the two men shouted "grenade."

Bang!

Da! Da! Da! Da!

When the grenade exploded, he stealthily shot the men who were hiding behind other unlucky bodyguards.

Amidst all the smoke and screams, nobody noticed the five dead men behind them.

Luke continued taking sneak shots at the people behind the screaming bodyguards.

The screaming ones were the poor b*stards who were wounded from the grenade. It was better to keep them alive and let them add to the chaos.

Pa! Da!

Pa! Da!

On the other side, another four men who had taken cover and avoided the blast died.

Including the screaming ones who had been wounded by Martin's grenade, the bodyguards were down by more than ten men. The door to the room had turned into a morgue, with corpses scattered willy-nilly over the floor.

The initially ambitious bodyguards were shaken by this gory scene.

Who wouldn't be affected by this? They had no more than a hundred men, and they would be all dead in half an hour at this rate.

"Luke, bodyguards are going in with an RPG." Selina gave him a piece of bad news.

Luke was lost for words. An eye for an eye?

Thinking this, he quickly reloaded the P226.

Martin wasn't an idiot.

The bodyguards outside the door were dead or dying, and more were running over from outside with an RPG. The next course of action was simple.

As Luke expected, another grenade was thrown out the door.

Seeing the shape of the grenade, Luke quickly retreated around the corner.

With a bang, sharp light illuminated the courtyard.

There were screams and frantic yells. "Eyes! My eyes!"

Flash grenades could be very helpful.

After that, Luke moved around the corner and raised his P226 again.

Martin and Roger charged out of the room.

Bent low, Martin swiftly cleaned up the bodyguards on the left side of the door with his M4A1.

Roger also opened fire with his pistol behind Martin so that the bodyguards who had retreated to cover on the right didn't dare stick their heads out.

Luke timed his shots.

Pa! Da!

Pa! Da!

Several bodyguards collapsed on the right side, which Roger was responsible for.

Luke was secretly amused at Roger's baffled expression, and didn't stop shooting.

Pa! Da!

Pa! Da!

Pa! Da!

He shot down the six bodyguards on the right in sequence, starting with the closest one. Martin had a good weapon and good skills. Practically no enemy could escape his gun. But Roger was different.

He was only a police detective, not a SWAT officer and even less a special force soldier.

After using an entire clip, he actually hadn't hit a single opponent.

But with Luke acting on the sly, Roger noticed that an enemy or two would fall every time he opened fire, as if he had a buff on him.

"Haha, who says I can't shoot?!" he couldn't help but mumble.

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Chapter 463 Beautiful Island and Hot RPG

BOOM!

There was an explosion, and an intense wave of air blasted out of the room behind them, extinguishing Roger's good feelings about himself.

Forget it, it was time to run! He only had a pistol, how could he fight an RPG?!

Thinking that, Roger pulled the trigger again.

But his gun clicked, indicating that the clip was empty.

"D*mn it!" He cursed and reloaded in a hurry.

Pa! Da!

Pa! Da!

Another four bodyguards collapsed, and Roger's hand paused. Huh, that wasn't right! Why did they fall when he was still reloading? Were they pretending to be dead? These bodyguards were sneaky!

Surprised, he reloaded even quicker and opened fire like crazy again.

I don't care if you're pretending to be dead! I'll just kill you again if you get up! Making up his mind, Roger followed Martin and ran forward.

The number of bodyguards swiftly dwindled during this frantic slaughter. More than forty of them had fallen in the corridor outside the room alone.

Including the bodyguards at the stairs whom Luke killed earlier, fifty bodyguards were already down.

The bodyguards who were supposed to fill the empty positions didn't come. Thus, Martin and Roger went down from the second floor unhindered and ran to twelve o'clock.

Luke quietly walked through the corridor on the second floor and finished off the bodyguards who weren't dead yet.

"Martin and Roger are probably charging into Dito's living room. All the bodyguards are going in," Selina said in Luke's earpiece.

Luke whistled a tune. "…Tropical island breeze

"All of nature wild and free

"This is where I long to be

"La isla bonita…"

Outside, Selina rolled her eyes. This was the Baja California Peninsula; it wasn't an island at all!

Also, all of you are still inside turning the place upside-down with grenades and RPGs. How is that beautiful?! Whistling, Luke went downstairs. He didn't follow Martin and Roger, but left from the door at nine o'clock.

On the way, he met five bodyguards who ran into the house, but they were killed the moment they saw him.

There were few bodyguards left and most were gathered around Dito, so Luke wasn't worried anymore.

These bodyguards had a limited number of walkie-talkies, which were essentially non-existent if the bodyguards never got the chance to use them.

Luke jogged from the door at nine o'clock around to the entrance at twelve o'clock.

He didn't run into any more bodyguards this time; they were all concentrated in the building at twelve o'clock as they fought Martin and Roger.

"Cars are coming out. One Benz and three Chevrolet SUVs. Dito might be inside," Selina suddenly said.

Luke hummed and jumped to climb up to the second floor. He broke a window and made his way inside.

Opening the door, he looked down from above into a hall filled with smoke and littered with corpses.

Martin in a rage was really scary! He had killed close to twenty bodyguards in the hall. No wonder Dito had to run.

His one hundred guards were almost completely annihilated. He would be killed if he didn't run.

Selina said, "Roger and Martin are out… They're chasing the cars." Luke said, "Drive the car to the back door in two minutes. Be careful."

As he spoke, he went downstairs and fired the P226 non-stop as he killed all the bodyguards who weren't dead yet.

He entered a room on one side of the hall. A moment later, he ran out and went straight to the back door.

At the back door, two panicked bodyguards were looking around nervously with their guns raised high.

While the gunshots had stopped, they still felt that the enemy was lurking around.

Until now, they still didn't understand how the two guys killed their comrades.

That was over a hundred people! Even pigs couldn't be killed that fast!

While they were wondering this, they heard footsteps and hastily raised their guns.

Pa! Da!

But they only got their guns up halfway when bullet holes appeared in their foreheads, and Luke ran past them like the wind. "The fish really escaped the net! Martin, Roger, you owe me dinner when we get back," Luke muttered as he ran out of the main building. He got into the driver's seat and they set off.

Selina didn't even turn her head. "You better step on it. They're already ten kilometers away, and I can only see a little even with night vision."

Luke said, "Copy that. Please fasten your safety belt! Here we go!"

The car swooshed out.

Selina didn't ask what Luke had done back in the manor. She didn't need to know, nor did she care. She said, "It's mentioned in Dito's files that he may have a secret plantation in the mountains southeast of Tijuana. That's the direction he's headed in."

Luke hummed and said, "He probably still has men there who can help block Martin so that he can keep running."

As he replied to Selina, he looked at the items in his inventory.

"Look" wasn't quite accurate.

In reality, he just needed to think about scanning his inventory to know what was inside.

Just now, he looted a tremendous amount of cash, as well as some gold and small diamonds, from the basement in Dito's manor.

He could only curse: d*mn nouveau riche!

But that wasn't the important point.

Luke had never been short of things like cash, gold or diamonds in his inventory.

More importantly, he had found several books that appeared to be ledgers.

He hadn't had the time yet to confirm if they were ledgers; they could just be import and export records.

The records were very haphazard. Skimming them quickly, Luke didn't quite understand them.

Dito, you uneducated old man, don't you know that you have to keep clear accounts?! Aren't you worried that your men will take some for themselves?

But these ledgers were definitely useful, and Luke naturally wouldn't let them go.

On the way, Luke saw two overturned SUVs.

They were Dito's bodyguards' cars which Martin had knocked over. Several men were staggering next to the cars.

Luke didn't stop. He simply eased up on the gas pedal and rolled down the window when he approached them.

Selina had already leaned back to give Luke a clear line of sight.

Pa! Da! Pa! Da! Pa! Da!

All the men standing next to the cars fell.

Luke stepped on the gas pedal again and sped up, leaving behind the two SUVs lying there quietly. They sped along for over ten minutes.

Luke had no interest in catching up and blocking Dito. Martin was the one who wanted revenge, so he could do it.

What interested Luke was Dito's nest.

Killing the gang members and destroying illegal drugs gave him a lot of credit points.

Just now, the system notification had popped up.

System: Destroy Dito Flores's base. Completed.

Total experience: 3,000. Total credit: 3,000.

Contribution rate: 60%. EXP 1,800. Credit 1,800. He would've earned more experience and credit points if Dito had hidden illegal drugs in the manor.

Martin and Roger had no time for anything else, so Luke easily picked up points in passing

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Chapter 464 The Call of the Chief: Surprise, Motherf*cker!

Selina suddenly warned, "There's a convoy three kilometers up ahead: A total of five pickups and more than thirty people."

Luke hummed as they continued moving forward.

Selina said, "Dito's reached the convoy. He's not stopping, he's still running. The convoy has stopped Martin and Roger, and they're engaging."

Hearing the intense gunfire outside the window, Luke asked casually, "Are Martin and Roger alright?"

Selina said, "I think something's wrong. They're not returning as much gunfire."

Luke's mind raced and he roughly understood the situation.

Martin and Roger had been too busy chasing the enemy to restock their ammunition, most of which must've been used up in the battle at the manor.

Chasing Dito and his bodyguard squad didn't require a lot of ammunition, but Dito's shocking number of reinforcements was pretty bad news for Martin.

Luke turned off the headlights and said, "Send out one of the drones to scout the roads up ahead. I need to go around them."

Selina worked quickly, then showed him the tablet. "This should be a safe route."

Luke glanced at the route marked out in red on the tablet. Calculating quickly in his head, he said, "I'll pass Martin and Roger in a minute. Toss them the bag of weapons and ammunition that's in the backseat."

Selina took the tablet back, then grabbed the bag from the backseat.

It was a bunch of weapons which Luke had casually grabbed earlier. He hadn't used them and had just brought them with him.

In any case, he had an inventory, and would never say no to extra ammunition.

Selina dragged the bag toward her and lowered the back of her seat so that she was half-lying down with the bag on her lap.

At that moment, the window on the passenger side was all the way down.

Luke began to count down. "3… 2… 1!"

Selina moved completely in time with Luke's countdown. She picked up the bag at 3, raised it to the window at 2, then threw it out at 1.

Martin and Roger, on the other hand, were sweating with fear.

Martin had already noticed Luke's car, but he had just used up his clip.

Roger was hiding behind a rock eight meters away. He only had a few bullets left and didn't dare take random shots.

This wasn't a TV drama. The hit rate for shooting at a fast-moving car at night was painfully low.

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The next moment, the Ford pickup which didn't have its lights on whooshed past Roger, and something heavy was thrown out from the passenger side to land two meters from Roger. Martin and Roger, who both had goosebumps, stared blankly.

This situation didn't seem right.

Whatever had been thrown out was too hefty to be a grenade. Only a lunatic would use such a huge grenade.

The Ford pickup didn't stop at all. After the bag was thrown out, the car swung around to hit the side of the defense perimeter set up by Dito's bodyguards.

Martin and Roger instantly realized that the Ford pickup wasn't with Dito, or it could've stopped behind them to work with the convoy in front in a pincer attack.

Sure enough, the Ford pickup drove off the road and through the underbrush before suddenly speeding up a slope and hurtling through the air.

When the pickup was airborne, Luke picked up a Glock with his left hand and stuck it out the window.

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

After a series of gunshots, five bodyguards suddenly screamed and fell. The pickup landed and Luke flicked his wrist as he made use of Curve Shooting. Bang! Bang! Two more bodyguards collapsed.

Casually dropping the Glock, Luke pulled his hand back into the car and rushed off.

Martin was stupefied. "Holy sh*t! What sort of shooting is that?".

The pickup had been in the air for no more than two seconds, but the driver hit seven bodyguards who were scattered about in a brief instant in the dark night.

Even a game didn't have this sort of cheat!

Roger, for one, had fired almost eighty bullets tonight but had hit less than fifty enemy targets.

And he was already one of the better shooters in LAPD.

How good were American officers at shooting? According to certain data, in a gunfight against suspects, the first shot which a police officer fired within a ten-meter range had an accuracy of 30%.

That was why the police system had always focused more on police officers practicing shooting at close range and not as much on aiming. After all, the accuracy was only 30% even when they tried to aim, which wasn't very different from not aiming at all.

Just now, the pickup driver had fired eight bullets and hit seven people from an airborne car. Even Martin had never witnessed such marksmanship before.

Roger, on the other hand, was a lot less concerned.

He was an old man, and his eyesight wasn't as good.

After the strange driver killed seven bodyguards, Roger dragged over the big bag that had been thrown from the car.

Feeling it, there was a burst of happiness in his heart, and he burst out laughing after he unzipped it. Martin came back to his senses. "What are you doing?" Even as he spoke, he raised his hand to catch the AK that was thrown to him with one hand and caught two clips with the other.

Roger said, "That bag is full of weapons and ammunition, a lot of it." He raised the AK he was holding and pulled on the gun to load it.

"Surprise, motherf*cker!" He yelled obscenities as he opened fire wildly with his AK.

Martin was flabbergasted, his forehead covered in dark lines. "Roger, how long has it been since you used an AK?"

Squatting down in embarrassment to dodge the bullets that were fired back at him, Roger said, "Haha, it's only been… Well, I'm a police detective. I've never used an AK."

He said the words a little guiltily.

The truth was that he hadn't even touched the M4A1 that was sitting in his car in a long while.

Like he said, he was a police detective, not a SWAT officer. A submachine gun wasn't his main weapon.

If he could use a submachine gun, then why would people need SWAT?!

Martin rolled his eyes, then suddenly stuck his head out and raised the gun.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Two bodyguards who were firing at Roger screamed and fell.

Martin said, "So, can you let go of the trigger? The gun's recoil is too much for you."

Roger's expression was gloomy and he could only fume in silence.

Up ahead, Luke's pickup had already swung back onto the road and continued speeding along

Selina said, "There's a building complex and some lights two kilometers up ahead, and big crop fields around it. This could be Dito's plantation."

Luke narrowed his eyes as he looked through the windshield.

With his keen sight, he could vaguely see a bit of light.

Selina wasn't done. "They have a defensive perimeter set up around the complex, and it's very organized. There's a sentry tower and… huh, a machine gun tower?"

Luke laughed. "So professional?"

Selina observed the picture on the tablet carefully and then nodded. "It really is a machine gun tower, and there are two of them. They're both in the central zone and can cover the entire complex."

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