Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 1520 - I Won’t Go Into the Washroom Even If You Beat Me to Death

Chapter 1520: I Won’t Go Into the Washroom Even If You Beat Me to Death

Translator: Henyee TranslationsEditor: Henyee Translations

‘When Luke had had his suspicions long ago, he got his hands on Phil’s DNA and did a test.

He compared the results with his, Catherine, and Drax’s DNA.

At the same time, Grandpa Drax, Kevin Coulson – Luke’s father – and Phil… all had very high hairlines.

That was also why Luke started to pay more attention to his hairline after suspecting that he and Phil were related.

From his forthright grandfather, he leamed that Phil’s father was probably his grandfather’s younger brother.

In other words, Phil and Luke’s father, Kevin, were cousins.

However, Drax never brought up his brother, much less his nephew, Phil.

On public record, Grandpa Drax‘s brother died fifteen years ago, right after the deaths of Luke’s parents.

And according to the information on Luke’s granduncle, he didn’t have any children.

The implication was clear — Phil had joined SHIELD at that time.

The information had been modified to protect his family.

Starting with Grandpa Drax, their family was no longer related to Phil on paper.

But Grandpa wasn’t cautious in front of Luke, and would occasionally let something slip.

Luke’s granduncle was still alive, and would visit his grandpa once every year or two, but nobody knew that they were biological brothers.

It was for this reason that Luke had an unusual attitude toward Phil.

This was his uncle! Hm, he was alive.

After all, in theory, Luke’s granduncle was already “dead,” and his uncle didn’t exist.

Also, Phil’s protection of Luke didn’t stop there.

Phil’s full name was Phillip J. Coulson in SHIELD’s files, but veterans like Garrett knew that Phil’s real name before he joined the force was… Phillip Colin.

The principle was very simple. John Garrett’s real name was also a secret, but he was just called John Garrett in SHIELD.

Only an idiot would use a special agent’s commonly used name to investigate their real identity, since it was all fake.

And there were even more layers to Phil’s fake identity.

Nick Fury was the only person in SHIELD who knew Phil’s exact background and identity.

From this point of view, Luke’s family was safe.

After testing Phil, Luke finally solved a riddle that had always bothered him.

He really didn’t want it to be some sort of melodrama between Phil and his family, like Phil killing his parents.

Now that he had a rough idea of his parents’ deaths, and the person responsible had already been killed by Phil, what else was there to think about?

In his memories from before he turned five, his parents had indeed loved Luke very much.

Their deaths had been a huge blow to Drax and Catherine.

If there was an opportunity, he still had to investigate if any of the person’s relatives or friends were criminals, and make sure that they were reunited.

Reuniting a family reunion was a professional virtue.

A day later, on a street in New Jersey, Luke and Phil were smoking cigarettes.

Luke blew out a ring of smoke and mumbled, “God, I don’t want to fight in the toilets anymore. Learn from the cartel. When they have nothing to do, they go out into the wilds to fight, like in a Western!”

Phil rolled his eyes and took a puff.

He could smoke, but basically didn’t.

‘As an agent, the smell of smoke, alcohol, and perfume could easily give him away.

However, they had to put on an act now for this operation. They were two vagabonds shooting the breeze on the streets in the afternoon — otherwise known as tramps.

‘Tramps were a very complicated group. They clearly didn’t have money but still had to have a bit of “dignity.”

Their hair could be greasy but not smelly. Their clothes could be very old but not dirty.

If they wanted money, they couldn’t beg. They could only silently hold a “God Bless You” sign or play some lousy instrument.

Luke and Phil also had instruments — their own mouths, two bottles of water, and an empty bucket.

His eyes obscured by smoke, Phil asked, “Why aren’t we doing the same as before? We might not have to go inside this time.”

Luke said, “In any case, they’ll get suspicious sooner or later; it’s fine so long as they don’t think that it’s the same group of people. Don’t tell me you’ve never run into someone who insists on making trouble when you’re working?”

Phil had nothing to say.

There were a lot of nutcases in the world. Some could even start a fight just because someone looked at them.

Luke suddenly made a noise and touched his earpiece under his hood. “Let’s go. They’re almost here.”

Phil made a sound of acknowledgment and was about to go.

Luke said, “Hey, hey, hey! Take the bucket. Do you want to draw suspicion?”

Phil cursed and grabbed the empty bucket.

Luke also picked up the two bottles of water at his feet, and they tured into an alley.

A stool? As if. Why would a tramp need a stool? They just sat on the steps or the ground.

A few minutes later, Phil looked at what Luke was holding and was lost for words. “Are you serious?”

Luke shook the plastic bag in his hand indifferently. “It’s just weed. It’s a temporary prop. They won’t get suspicious so easily this way.”

Phil smiled bitterly. “Do you think it’s reasonable for two tramps to knock them out?”

Pondering for a few seconds, Luke said, “Maybe it’s the weed that’ll give us strength? It’s not like there aren’t any people who can’t kill patrol officers even after being tasered twice.”

Phil was unable to reply.

Some people indeed acted abnormally when they got high. If a superhuman got high… that would make sense. He could only comfort himself.

At that moment, two men in black suits walked into the alley and headed straight for the back door of an apartment building.

Seeing the two tramps standing next to a pile of cardboard shelters, they just frowned and didn’t think too much of it.

There were homeless people everywhere in America.

They were on every comer, and alleys were popular places for them to set up shelter.

The men adjusted their route slightly to avoid Luke and Phil as they headed for the back door.

They kept an eye on Luke and Phil out of habit.

Luke and Phil were whispering to each other again, and it wasn’t until they were several meters away that the men in black finally saw Luke holding a bag of weed and Phil holding a roll of cash.

The two men in black continued forward expressionlessly.

As if he had suddenly noticed them, Luke suddenly put the weed into his pocket. “What are you looking at?”

The men in black were lost for words. Lunatics, get lost if you’re scared. Why are you yelling if you’re not scared?!

Growing impatient, they approached Luke and Phil.

Luke’s face suddenly twisted. “Are you cops? I can smell it on you.”

The men in black suits were lost for words.. Are you a dog?