Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 1233 - Sell on Credit and Early Returns

Chapter 1233: Sell on Credit and Early Returns

However, saving people was the priority.

Luke had been multitasking for the past few days, and with him, his clone and Selina in the field, he was earning experience and credit points quickly.

Coupled with the undead that had appeared every now and then a few days ago, and the ones who were now being killed one by one, there were now more than 100,000 credit points in the system.

He could afford 40,000 credit points.

Also, would SHIELD dare not stock up on these enchanted bullets after this?

At that time, they wouldn’t be able to renege on this debt even if they wanted to.

SHIELD was definitely one of the organizations in the world that had the most number of mysterious and bizarre items.

These mysterious items varied in the quality of use, and some of the extremely dangerous items were directly treated as garbage; SHIELD’s “catapult” bases often launched them into outer space to be digested.

At the same time, there were also many items sent off to “sandbox” bases for secret research.

SHIELD also had a special research department with a lot of research materials.

There were also “cold storage” bases especially for housing some dangerous items and people. These were all tempting to Luke.

Luke certainly couldn’t select items at will, but he could ask SHIELD to help him pick.

In any case, he would just need to specify a certain item type and get SHIELD to use that as reimbursement to the “bigshot who sold everything.”

Nick Fury might ignore the bigshot for a while, but he would still have to give Luke something in the end.

Otherwise, how would the director be able to settle the debt, do a trade with the bigshot, and turn Batman into his hired thug?

If just one objective was involved, Nick Fury might refuse.

But overall, with the “bigshot” as a connection and Batman as the core of the “superhero alliance,” the director would yield sooner or later.

Because these were to his benefit.

Nick Fury was essentially a leader who knew how to weigh the pros and cons. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to sit in the sensitive position of SHIELD’s director for so long. He could stifle Hydra and make his boss, the World Security Council, happy at the same time.

So, as long as Nick Fury was sure that these “gains” would bring him even more benefits, he wouldn’t mind demonstrating this bit of “sincerity.”

As someone not prone to wasting anything, Luke would shake SHIELD down for whatever they could give him.

In any case, he would need to rely on SHIELD to participate in certain major events in the future. He could then increase his contribution rate and he would be able to make up his experience and credit points at the same time.

This way, it was very easy for two people who didn’t think they would lose out to reach a deal.

When Luke had given the enchanted bullets to Phil, it was with the thought of exchanging these credit points for resources. He hadn’t thought about recouping these 40,000 credit points in a short period of time.

But he suddenly discovered something unexpected from the system notification.

System:?Kill the undead. Mission accomplished.

Total experience: 100. Total credit: 100.

Looking at the content, this was normal.

But the issue was that Luke was flying at the moment, and his clone was on its way to the next target.

It was the notification which followed that was interesting:?Contribution rate: 20%. EXP +20. Credit +20.

These weren’t experience points shared between teammates, or the system would have shown which teammate the points were from.

For a moment, Luke was confused. He or his clone had somehow “helped out” in an attack. Then, here was the question: Who on earth had he helped? And who was helping him earn points?

But very quickly, a few more similar messages appeared. The contribution rate of 20% was the same across the board, while the experience and credit points ranged from 10 at the very least to close to several hundred.

Connecting that to the rate at which the red dots on the map were disappearing, Luke soon figured it out — this was for giving Phil the enchanted bullets.

Luke was even more confused. He couldn’t help but poke the system: How come giving the bullets counted as a contribution rate?

The system had always been very strict when it came to teammates, the list of good and evil, as well as the most important experience and credit points. Luke would be dreaming if he thought he could sit in an office and give out a few instructions to get experience and credit points.

Hence, he wanted to confirm that the system was definitely a detective system and not some big boss system.

The system’s response was as simple and blunt as ever:?The credit belongs to the host.

Luke got it.

Although he hadn’t done anything, the system counted the credit points, and Luke’s Strength and Mental Strength, as part of him, like an “imprint.”

The “credit points” which stemmed from his Strength were borrowed by the SHIELD agents. Naturally, he had a share in the contribution rate for killing the undead.

Luke was quite satisfied when he saw the 20% contribution rate notification every now and then.

It would be impossible to recoup the 40,000 credit points he had used up today, but there was a chance he could get back 10 to 20,000.

He had thought that this would be a long-term investment, but it turned out to be a good deal with a return of 30 to 40%. How could he not be satisfied?

Thanks to this underlying fortune, Luke immediately threw himself into the clean-up operation with even more enthusiasm.

No matter how good this bonus was, it couldn’t compare with what he and his clone were capable of.

The most gains were always from doing the harvesting yourself.

So, work hard! Work hard!

Cheering for himself, Luke went even crazier.

Where other people found it extremely difficult to deal with the undead, he and his clone killed them in seconds.

To them, throwing a bat dart and shooting were easier than a game of darts in a bar or kids playing with squirt guns.

The undead were much bigger than regular people, but didn’t know how to use their brains, which made them great live targets.

Within a 50-meter range, it was a piece of cake for Luke.

Ten minutes later, only 50 undead were left in the two districts, and it would only take ten minutes for them to be wiped out.

At that moment, Luke saw a man fighting an undead on the street below.

To his surprise, the man was able to fight the two-meter-tall undead without losing.

Although the man couldn’t kill the undead since it couldn’t be injured physically, the undead couldn’t do anything to this agile and astonishingly strong man either.

Luke found the man familiar.

After thinking for a moment, an image appeared in his mind.

It was the scene of a beautiful waitress flirting with a handsome blond man at a coffee shop in front of Grand Central.

Luke smiled. Sure enough, the man wasn’t an ordinary person.

“Alfred, check this person’s identity,” Luke said as he glided down and threw out a bat dart.

The spinning black bat dart carried a faint golden light. It hit the undead in the back, and the undead screamed before it exploded and disappeared.

Without any hesitation, the blond man immediately adopted a defensive pose as he looked at Luke in the air.