Super Detective in the Fictional World
Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 851: A Big Client Drops By and Doing Violent Good

Chapter 851: A Big Client Drops By and Doing Violent Good

Owen鈥檚 ancestors had enjoyed prosperity in the Clinton area for many years, when they successfully turned it into New York鈥檚 hell.

The current Kingpin had already started to unite the criminal elements of New York. Beginning with drug trafficking at the beginning, he branched out into smuggling, selling stolen goods, special services, nightclubs, and high-end hotels.

What was even more frightening was that the guy鈥檚 reach had extended to major cities all over the country as he swallowed, fought or roped in others, increased his market shares and controlled the market price to obtain even bigger profits.

They weren鈥檛 nuts; they didn鈥檛 want to go up against such a tyrannical bigshot at all.

Owen, on the other hand, was in too much of a craze to notice his subordinates鈥?sudden silence. He was still talking about how he would take back his family鈥檚 glory.

His subordinates couldn鈥檛 help but exchange glances, as if they knew what they were all thinking.

Perhaps, in a few days, they could think about the boss position which Owen currently occupied?

Dead people couldn鈥檛 be the boss.

While Owen was arrogantly reveling in his ambitions and his covetous subordinates were waiting for their boss to die, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

There were three crisp raps on the thick metal door before they stopped.

The two criminals guarding the door raised their guns warily.

After a brief pause, three more knocks rang out again.

It was an unhurried tempo, like a stranger politely asking for directions.

Owen waved his hand, indicating that all the guards in the hall should take out their guns and be ready to fire.

Seeing that his men were ready, he gestured at the criminal at the door to open the door slot and see who it was.

One of the criminals leaned forward, only to see the guard who was outside standing solemnly behind a man in a hat and a black cloak, pointing his gun at him.

Only the bottom half of the man鈥檚 face was visible; in the shadow of his hat, only the corners of his mouth and his mustache could be seen. He seemed to be smiling very happily.

Stunned, the criminal asked, 鈥淔ermi, who鈥檚 this?鈥?/p>

Fermi, the criminal outside, said solemnly, 鈥淒ecker, he said that he鈥檚 a big client and wants to talk to our boss in person.鈥?/p>

Decker asked, 鈥淲hy did you let him knock on the door?鈥?/p>

Fermi kept a straight face. 鈥淗e said that he would be polite.鈥?/p>

Decker frowned. 鈥淒id you search him?鈥?/p>

Fermi raised his other hand to reveal a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills. 鈥淭his was the only thing on him. He said it was a deposit.鈥?/p>

Decker turned around and looked at his boss, Owen. 鈥淪omeone said he wants to buy goods. Fermi searched him, and he only had a wad of cash.鈥?/p>

Of course, what Decker couldn鈥檛 see from the door slot was how Fermi was sweating outside.

Behind him was Selina, who had activated her optical camouflage. She was holding his clothes with one hand and pointing the barrel of a tranquilizer gun at his back with the other.

Owen also heard the conversation at the door. He hesitated for a moment before he waved at the armed criminals.

The criminals dispersed slightly, but didn鈥檛 put away their guns.

Decker opened the metal door and stepped back, pointing his gun at the man in black.

The man in black wasn鈥檛 flustered at all. He walked in unhurriedly and nodded at Decker. 鈥淭hank you.鈥?/p>

Decker immediately frowned. That sounded like a London accent! Was this guy here to die?

As he was thinking that, the man in black had already walked over to the women who were packing the goods, as if to size up the merchandise.

Owen was immediately annoyed. 鈥淲ho are you? What are you doing here?鈥?/p>

The man in black didn鈥檛 answer him, but said, 鈥淭he dark night gave me dark eyes. I didn鈥檛 use them to seek the light, but to look down at you rats in the sewers. Life really is too hard.鈥?/p>

In that London accent, it sounded like he was reciting a poem.

Owen: 鈥溾€ery good, when I dig out your eyes, they鈥檒l be dark, and your life will be even more difficult.鈥?/p>

Owen had been clearly getting more and more excited recently, and he couldn鈥檛 control his emotions anymore.

Also, this guy with a London accent had come to their nest in the middle of the night. Whether or not he was crazy, he had to die.

Because Owen and the others were all Irish.

Everybody in Clinton knew that they were an Irish gang.

A cruel smile appeared on Owen鈥檚 face, and he waved his hand at two of his subordinates, indicating that they should break the guy鈥檚 hands.

He didn鈥檛 want to use guns because he didn鈥檛 want the English guy to die so easily. Owen was going to torture him slowly.

The two criminals grabbed two crowbars and smashed them at the man in black.

Through his lenses, Luke saw Selina slip inside through the door, which meant they could start beating up people. 鈥淰iolence can also be used for good.鈥?/p>

Saying that, he drew two 30-cm-long knives from under his cloak.

A blurry shadow flashed through the air, and the hands of the two criminals felt cold as the crowbars were sent flying.

The next moment, they screamed miserably. Two fine red lines appeared on their wrists, and it wasn鈥檛 until a moment later that blood flowed out.

鈥淪hoot him! Kill him!鈥?Owen was a gang leader who had been in the Clinton area for years, and he reacted quickly.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Gunshots rang out.

But the man in black whom they had surrounded moved ten meters away and brandished his knives again.

Another gunman screamed as his hands drooped.

鈥淚n the face of villains, we have to resort to extreme measures鈥︹€?/p>

The voice was magnetic and slow, like from a BBC documentary. Even the deafening gunfire couldn鈥檛 drown it out.

The black knives slashed at a criminal鈥檚 hands again, and the man tried to hide behind his partner.

However, when Luke passed him and swung, the criminal鈥檚 partner also screamed as his hands drooped.

鈥淲e must not yield, and must step forward bravely鈥︹€?/p>

As he spoke, two knives flew out. Two criminals who were shooting with rifles were pierced through the right shoulders and screamed.

鈥淪pare no effort in uprooting the wicked and eliminating evil, and uphold justice鈥︹€?Luke pushed off of his feet lightly as if he weighed nothing, and turned in the air. He then reached for his waist, and two more knives appeared.