Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 932 - Taking Someone Into the Sewers

Chapter 932: Taking Someone Into the Sewers

Matt was about to counterattack and catch the man to ask him what was going on, when he heard a bang in the distance. Someone fell from a roof not far away.

Frowning, he immediately gave up on the idea of a counterattack.

The person who had fallen was similar to the others. He was fully kitted out, and was also probably gunning for Matt, but had been killed by a sniper.

Was he so valuable that these killers would kill each other in advance?

Luke, who had been mistaken for a killer by Lawyer Matt, had already picked up the gun from the first hitman. He looked at the red dot on his lenses and started moving again.

Now, unless he personally took Matt away, the surrounding hitmen would pounce on him.

Luke didn’t think it was a good time to meet Lawyer Matt.

Given Daredevil’s personality, he definitely wouldn’t be able to accept Luke’s killing methods.

But Luke was basically done with the evildoers, and a few were crippled.

The hitmen tonight were all finished. He didn’t have time to discuss with Lawyer Matt whether killing was the right thing to do.

It was better to shoot secretly and do good anonymously.

Matt wasn’t able to escape smoothly.

The hitmen who arrived one after another were all elites and veterans.

These people completely crushed Matt in terms of numbers and weapons.

This was the first time Matt, who had always used short sticks as a weapon with low lethality, was being beaten up by a group of big men with modern firearms.

The combat skills that he was so proud of couldn’t be used at all. These people seemed to know his background and fired from a distance, not giving him a chance to get close.

Matt was only wearing ordinary clothes and couldn’t risk being shot.

He could only move around in various dark corners, looking for an opportunity to escape.

However, he also discovered that when he was surrounded several times, hitmen in a certain direction would suddenly fall, and an escape route would appear again.

The gunshots all sounded the same to the others.

For Matt, however, he knew that it was the same gun which killed those killers every time.

Someone was helping him!

But what he found strange was that the original owner of the gun was probably a killer who had been chasing him and had attacked him several times. Why had he suddenly changed sides?

Exhausted from running, he didn’t have time to lock onto this “turncoat” killer who was very far away, nor did he have time to think about this person’s goal. He could only keep running for his life.

Luke scratched his head.

These hitmen were crazy.

In just ten minutes, more than twenty people had arrived.

Even though he killed five hitmen in a row and several times helped Matt escape being trapped, Matt still couldn’t escape.

“How long until our men arrive?” he asked Selina.

Selina said, “The nearest patrol car will take three minutes.”

Luke was helpless.

Now, twenty professional shooters were chasing and trying to intercept Matt.

Lawyer Matt was also a regular guy. He would be killed in one or two shots.

On the other hand, these hitmen weren’t a team. They were spread out in all directions and were highly vigilant and professional.

It was impossible for Luke to get rid of them quickly.

Why are you running around without a bulletproof vest? Luke couldn’t help but curse the lawyer inwardly.

But it wasn’t very nice to roast Matt. After all, Matt didn’t know that there was a bounty on him. He thought that his opponents were gang members.

Luke didn’t want him to die, so he could only give up on the idea of earning experience and credit points.

Making up his mind, Luke put the gun away in his inventory and jumped down.

Matt was in trouble again.

Five more killers attacked him from all sides, and the occasional gunshot chipped the wall around him.

The killers were shooting more frequently, but they had blocked all escape routes, so Matt could only hide in a corner.

The killers were moving closer and closer. Matt’s room for escape was shrinking and he didn’t have a lot of time.

What should I do? Matt thought, and his ears worked as hard as they could to find a way out.

Suddenly, his ears twitched.

The gunshots of a killer in the south stopped. Matt heard the sound of bones breaking, and then the sound of rushing wind approached him.

Matt was horrified.

This person could fly?

He subconsciously left the corner and started running.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After four gunshots, Matt grunted and rolled on the ground, cursing inwardly.

A bullet brushed past his thigh and tore out a chunk of flesh.

He was already very lucky.

These killers were all using guns. If the bullet had hit him, a big hole would immediately appear in Matt’s thigh and he would lose his mobility.

But the bigger danger came from the person who was flying over.

As long as this person was here, Matt wouldn’t be able to escape even if he wasn’t injured.

Even Matt couldn’t help but feel helpless. Was he going to die here?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The four killers launched a second round of attacks which washed over Matt.

Pu! Pu!

After two dull thuds, Matt felt himself being lifted up and moving quickly.

He was stunned.

The two bullets just now had hit... the person who had flown over.

The man protected Matt with his body, and the other two bullets missed because the “flying man” picked up Matt, leaving him unharmed in the second round of attacks.

In the end, Matt wasn’t an ordinary person. He quickly asked, “Who are you?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “I operated on you last time, and you’re injured again this time. You really are an idiot.”

Matt immediately understood. “Puncher?”

Luke said, “Why are you still asking if you already know? You must’ve been shot silly!”

In just two sentences, they covered dozens of meters and disappeared behind an apartment building.

A minute later, Matt frowned and said in a low voice, “Thank you.”

Luke said, “This place stinks, but it’s safer than being attacked by a bunch of people, right?”

Matt could only nod. He couldn’t do anything about his keen sense of smell.

It was also for this reason that he rarely crawled around in the sewers like a mouse.

He preferred to stay on the roofs than crawl into the sewers.

Not only was the air there good, it made long-surveillance with his hearing easier.

Two minutes later, the torture was finally over.

Luke dragged him out of the sewers and into a room in an apartment building.

Entering the room, Luke found a first aid kit and cut open Matt’s pants to check his injuries.