Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 626 - Attack, Explosion, Roar

Chapter 626 Attack, Explosion, Roar

Selina had set off ten minutes earlier. In the car which was now gray, she checked HQ’s surroundings to make sure that the criminals weren’t skulking around on a large scale.

At that moment, three unmarked cars which didn’t even have demountable sirens drove out of HQ’s underground parking lot. The cars weren’t clumped together. A black Toyota was fifty meters up ahead, and a gray Honda was twenty meters behind. In the gray and blue Hyundai SUV in the middle, Luke and a SWAT member sat in the backseat.

Luke had met this SWAT member named Sanchez before, when they took care of the middle-aged fatty who had planned to binge eat himself to death on Shake Shack burgers.

Noticing Luke’s curious gaze, she turned her head. “What’s wrong?”

Luke shrugged. “I’m just a little bit curious. After all, this is a rather dangerous mission.”

That was right. This SWAT member whose full name was Chris Sanchez was a Latino woman.

Unlike Selina, she had more angular features and her lips were thick and sexy. Her breasts, on the other hand, were as magnificent as Selina’s.

Generally speaking, she was a gorgeous woman.

Her lips, in particular, were always pursed in a pout, which gave her a carefree and teasing expression.

Hearing Luke’s words, she rolled her eyes. “Are there any SWAT missions that aren’t dangerous?” Together with her teasing appearance, her eyeroll was surprisingly erotic.

Luke chuckled. “There were armored trucks, choppers and machine guns in the afternoon.

those?”

Sanchez choked. “Fine, I really haven’t run into those.”

Most of the time, it was SWAT who used two of the three to deal with criminals, not the other way round.

Secondly, SWAT was city police, not an army.

Fighting criminals with machine guns in the city would simply be too excessive.

SWAT’s armored trucks were mainly used to break through obstacles and to protect their teammates. The choppers were also sent out as their eyes in the air.

The choppers didn’t have machine guns. At best, they could only accommodate several

In the passenger seat, Harrison’s expression was tense. Listening to the conversation, he couldn’t help but mutter inwardly, Do you have a thing for Latino women? Are you hitting on my teammate?

Furthermore, Sanchez had encountered many tough criminals, some of whom carried machine guns, although not on armored trucks or helicopters. Was she interested in Luke too?

But it was only a passing thought.

SWAT and the Major Crimes Division weren’t the same division. Also, it was their own private affair if they wanted to mess around. Harrison had no right, nor was he interested in meddling.

In between Luke and Sanchez was a man in regular clothes whose head was covered in a black hood.

Listening to the conversation, he suddenly remarked, “You Americans are the greediest. You’ll do anything for money.”

Luke’s expression remained unchanged, but Sanchez growled impatiently, “Shut up! You got two of our colleagues killed.” The man sneered. “All police officers should die.” Harrison said impatiently, “Skywalker, give him a greeting.”

Luke smiled. “No problem, Hondo.”

With that, he jabbed an elbow into the hooded man’s belly.

The hooded man instantly stopped speaking as he gasped for breath.

Luke hadn’t hit very hard, but it was enough to make the man’s stomach cramp with pain. He couldn’t even catch his breath.

Sanchez looked at Luke’s wide smile and immediately gave him a higher danger rating.

If Luke had worn a furious look on his face, she wouldn’t have thought much of it.

However, Luke didn’t look like he had lost his temper at all when he hit the hooded man without hesitation, which made her uneasy.

Luke drew back his elbow unhurriedly, as if he hadn’t been the one to hit the man.

He was wearing two earpieces at this moment, one to receive updates from Harrison’s side and the other to receive Selina’s real-time reports.

They had already driven quite a distance, but were still in the busiest part of the city, which was also the most dangerous.

In this sort of environment, ambitious people could attack them from both sides of the street and from the top; this sort of attack would be very hard to fend off.

The three cars reached an intersection. The first car passed the intersection, and the light turned red.

The car that Luke was in was two cars behind and had to stop.

Soon after the first car passed through the intersection, it pulled over next to the street and waited for the two cars behind.

Luke glanced around unhurriedly. This was an unruly area, with all sorts of mobsters and tramps wandering the streets at night.

Some of them were peddling weed and drugs, some were begging, and some were simply smoking or silently eating food which they had scavenged from the dustbins.

They were the scars on the bright and glamorous skin of Los Angeles.

They were invisible in the sunlight but especially eye-catching at night, unable to be erased or healed.

Harrison reminded them via the walkie-talkie, “Be extra vigilant, a lot of robberies have happened -“

Boom!

There was an explosion.

Luke’s gaze hardened. He looked back, only to see that the third car twenty meters behind had flipped over in the explosion.

Harrison was stunned, but immediately said, “Skywalker, go take a look at the third car.”

Everybody in the convoy was wearing jeans, or sports or casual pants with loose shirts to cover their bulletproof vests and guns.

Even then, Luke was still the one who looked the most harmless and least suspicious.

Luke agreed. “Be careful.”

While this seemed like a dumb thing to do, they didn’t have a choice.

Their reputation would be ruined if they abandoned their colleagues who could still be alive and ran off.

Luke didn’t dare do that, and nor did Harrison, who was a captain.

It wasn’t rare for a leader, especially one on the front line, who lost the support of his subordinates to be stabbed in the back someday.

Luke headed swiftly for the third car, but most of his attention was focused on the second car that Harrison was in.

When he reached the third car and began to check on the SWAT members inside, something finally happened.

“Ahhhhhh~~” There was the sound of a drawn-out roar.

Cracks suddenly appeared in the windows of the second car before the glass exploded a split second later.

Luke suddenly turned around and raised his head. He looked in a particular direction on the side of the road, but didn’t see anyone.

He didn’t stop moving and was already rushing toward the second car. His head felt like it was swelling up.

The incredibly loud roar flooded his head as if a nightclub stereo had suddenly been stuffed into it. His ears were ringing and he was dizzy.

The earpieces he was wearing could automatically filter out loud noises, but somehow weren’t working now.

Puzzled, Luke took a step back.

At that moment, a short person suddenly dashed out from one side of the street, opened the back door of the car, and dragged Sanchez and the hooded man out of the backseat. The stranger simply ignored Sanchez and pulled at the hooded man to run away.

The roar abruptly stopped as soon as the stranger took action.