Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 1683 - Clear Identity and a Nice Break

Chapter 1683: Clear Identity and a Nice Break

Ivan was speechless. He really couldn’t argue with that.

Snorting, he activated the cooling program for the four auxiliary whips as he walked over.

A moment later, when they were no longer hot enough to burn, Ivan had them swiftly wrap around the dozen women.

Only then did the women open their eyes with difficulty, only to see a metal giant walk over. The – tentacles? – on its back stretched out, and they screamed and cried again.

Two of them passed out, and three more pissed themselves.

The woman with the round face and almond eyes wept even harder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t take strange tentacle photos anymore.”

Ivan’s face darkened. Were these women crazy? Couldn’t they see that he was here to save them? Besides, hadn’t they seen this sort of mecha before?

In fact, this was the first time that an electromagnetic suit like this had appeared.

These women might have only seen the one that was two meters tall on the news, but there was still a big difference with this particular suit.

No matter how unhappy he was, Ivan still acted like a tentacle demon king as he wrapped four ordinary electric cables around the women and then broke through the wall on one side and left.

Luke turned around and looked at the frightened men who were trying to escape. He coughed and said, “Everybody, please look here.” He then raised his left hand.

The people at the exit subconsciously looked over.

Then… there was an explosion of bright white light.

“Ah, eyes! My eyes!”

“Mom, I’m blind.”

“No, don’t kill me. I’m still a virgin.”

Luke’s left palm burned with a dazzling white light as his Telekinesis swept swiftly over the stage, and he threw anything that might cause subsequent problems into his inventory, like the Experimental that had turned into charcoal, various bloodstained pieces and so on.

He wasn’t afraid of the men at the exit seeing anything. In any case, the palm cannon which had been turned into a super intense flashlight was bright enough to blind them.

Just like that, Luke cleaned up the scene as he blinded these shut-ins.

While doing this would leave the case of the Experimental in Shibuya unresolved for now, someone would probably very quickly make the connection to the Experimentals in New York.

Ivan couldn’t maintain stealth mode when he activated his electromagnetic repulsion, so people could still put two and two together about his identity.

Since it was unavoidable, Luke couldn’t let Ivan shoulder all the responsibility.

As long as Big Dipper came out, there were two targets.

According to the research on members of the Bat Squad carried out by various American agencies, Big Dipper was far more dangerous than Electric Cable

There was no record of Electric Cable attacking anyone – he had only fought the Experimentals and Chitauri so far.

Big Dipper, on the other hand, had killed more than 200 mercenaries in one go.

Killing human beings was always more intimidating than killing aliens.

Big Dipper hadn’t touched any bigshots, but once there was a direct conflict, could a murderer be counted on to show mercy?

Frank and Tony were relieved.

How many people died in Tokyo wasn’t their concern. So many people had died in New York before. Who had the patience to care about the casualties in another country?

It was just that Shredder could be considered a “super boss.”

After the Chitauri and the Enchantress, this guy was definitely the third most troublesome and hardest opponent to deal with.

Killing this guy amply proved that the Bat Squad’s core members were capable enough.

If an elite soldier, an elite tech expert and an elite master at tactics couldn’t deal with this guy, then the Bat Squad’s reputation would be ruined.

Electric Cable? Sorry, even if this guy was a little useful, he was just a passer-by — a certain tycoon was just that stubborn.

…

Half an hour later, police officers arrived at Shibuya and set up a blockade.

While a bunch of police officers were sealing off the “poison circles,” an old man in a black suit slowly walked in.

He took everything which had the nanotoxin, and even dug up a lot of land.

An hour later, the officers at the scene were yelled at by their boss, who had rushed over. They were all bewildered. “An old man in black? We didn’t see him.”

After a long while, some officers were dragged back to identify the “suspect.”

When they saw footage of the old man in a black suit walking unhurriedly through the blockade, they were horrified. “How is that possible? No way, I don’t remember seeing him.”

At two in the morning, the anxious Metropolitan Police Department received a direct order from the Prime Minister: Stop the investigation. All information related to the Shibuya incident tonight would be sealed, and everything would be handed over to the Ministry of Defense.

In the police department, the leaders who were about to pull their hair out were relieved, but at the same time, they were confused. “That’s it?”

They weren’t idiots.

Since it was an order from the Prime Minister, that meant it had nothing to do with them in the future.

Even if someone in the Metropolitan Police Department was made a scapegoat in the end, they would at most resign.

Anyone who was involved would also be transferred to a more low-key area to work.

As for those who didn’t have anything to do with it? Why the hell would they stick their nose in?

The truth was that Japanese intelligence had confirmed that this incident was related to the Bat Squad.

Although Big Dipper wasn’t as famous as Batman, Black Cat or Iron Man, intelligence agencies wouldn’t ignore him.

Coupled with the unique “retrieval method” of the bigshot who sold everything, as well as the yellow and red “retrieved” stamp, this matter could be closed without doubt.

The superheroes from America had come running over and taken care of a monster on a murderous rampage.

Could the Japanese government demand compensation from them? It was already good enough if the superheroes didn’t want a reward.

From the footage gathered, this monster was a Hydra member who liked to cause trouble.

The monster had caused most of the casualties.

It would be very hard to pin the blame on the Bat Squad.

For a moment, the Japanese authorities were at a loss. Then… who should they blame for this?

…

However noisy Tokyo was, Luke rushed to Shredder’s research institute that very night and was busy the whole night.

At dawn the next day, he returned to the Hydra branch’s onsen hotel and gave the order for all personnel to return.

As the branch members went to his office in batches for their “transfer arrangements,” the entire onsen very quickly turned quiet.

In the afternoon, the “considerate” Sato who guarded the door also disappeared.

Luke was the only one left in the onsen hotel. Looking at the quiet valley under the bright sun, he sighed in satisfaction. “What a nice break.”

A moment later, he brought his freshly brewed Blue Mountain coffee to a private hot spring outside and enjoyed a relaxing afternoon break.