Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1603 – Safety Manual

Chapter 1603 Safety Manual

Luke glanced at the vending machine around the corner.

A young woman in her early twenties was gripping onto the vending machine with one hand and covering her back with the other.

Her face was blue and she was biting her lip hard. Tears and snot ran down her face, causing her mascara to run, like the female lead in a horror movie.

But the woman was crying soundlessly. Intense pain spread upward from her lower torso.

She could only open her mouth and take deep breaths.

The woman was wearing a white shirt, a flashy denim vest, and a pair of very tight jeans, which looked very trendy.

At that moment, however, her shaking thighs were clamped together.

With one look, Luke understood why she was the victim.

Her companion was a slightly plump woman in home clothes who was much luckier and who was asking in an anxious voice what was wrong.

Luke could only shake his head in sympathy.

A kancho in real life wasn’t as funny as in the comics.

This was one way to destroy a friendship, no matter how close you were.

Not to mention, it was a man who had done this to a woman. He hadn’t been joking at all, and had even recorded it.

Picking up the camera, Luke calmly walked forward.

Whether it was the thin man who had performed the kancho or the cameraman, they were both light red bad guys.

Luke didn’t feel guilty at all about knocking them out.

Speaking of which, there were definitely a lot of women who had been “stabbed” like this. Giving them concussions could be considered justice for those women.

Thinking that, Luke flipped through the videos on the digital camera.

He would’ve been shocked if he hadn’t known what to expect.

Judging from the timestamps on the videos, the two guys had already recorded ambushes on four women since last night.

Looking at the women’s expressions, Luke frowned and turned around.

Returning to the cameraman, Luke stomped on the man’s hand.

There was a crack, and the guy cried out dazedly in pain, but didn’t wake up.

Then, Luke walked over to the unconscious man on the side of the road and kicked him between the legs from behind so that he could taste what it felt like to be crippled down there.

Of course, he controlled his strength.

Otherwise, the cameraman’s hand would have been amputated and the thin man’s pelvis would have been dislocated.

As it was, they would need to be hospitalized for at least a few months.

Also, if they dared do something like this again in the future, they would absolutely eat dust if they ran — Luke had just “defeated” them, so their luck wouldn’t be very good in the future.

After dealing with these two guys, the system actually gave him a total of 100 experience and credit points.

Knocking them out had only given him 30 points. The other 70 was for Luke going back to twist in the knife further. Clearly, the system thought that they deserved it.

Behind him, the two women stared blankly at the handsome man in the black coat who came and went like the wind.

For a moment, the victim even forgot her pain. It was only when she came back to herself after a while that she let out a cry.

Her friend was startled but also came back to her senses. “Ah, does it still hurt? That d*mn pervert… ugh.”

She looked at the thin man whose butt was sticking up. She couldn’t help but shiver. “Is he dead?”

Enduring the intense pain, the victim gritted her teeth and said, “It’s better for a pervert like that to die. Let’s go. Help me home. Don’t call the police.”

Her friend helped her take a few steps before she asked in a low voice, “Are you really not going to call the police?”

Taking a deep breath, the woman struggled to say, “What, you want me to be ungrateful to that guy?”

Her friend thought for a moment before agreeing with her. She then smacked her lips and suddenly smiled. “He was so handsome and cold. Also, that black coat made him look like the male lead in a comic.”

The woman subconsciously nodded, but then realized that something wasn’t right, and squeezed her friend’s arm. “Are you crazy? I’m still hurting here.”

Her friend quickly apologized, but then said, “After I take you back, I’ll think about it then. Ah, I forgot to take a photo. I’ll look for the supermarket owner later and see if I can get surveillance footage. I need a video.”

The woman: “Make a copy for me.”

Her friend was surprised. “It doesn’t hurt anymore?”

The woman: “It hurts, but who knows, it might stop hurting when I look at him!”

Her friend pondered. “Fair enough.”

Luke had avenged the women, and he threw the camera into his inventory.

Since it had already happened, letting Selina have a look wouldn’t make a difference.

He could just treat this as a lesson in safety for Selina…

Compared with the 100 points he had just earned, his work last night had more than doubled his efficiency.

A day of collecting intelligence and reconnaissance had made it even easier for him to carry out his operation.

The amount of illegal drugs that he would be throwing into Tokyo Bay and his travel fund in his inventory had both increased significantly.

The corresponding reward was 13,000 experience and credit points. Without such a harvest, he wouldn’t have been in the mood to buy a certain dog head soda.

But compared with the “blood money” in Mexico, there was basically only “sweat money” here.

In Mexico, it wasn’t unusual for most gang members to have several lives on their hands. In Japan, Luke could dream on.

He had taken down several nests, but couldn’t find even one villain who had killed before – their level of evil had been built on drug trafficking

Luke made the leaders disappear, but didn’t touch the lackeys.

The legend of the Ghost Butcher might soon appear among the gangs of Tokyo, but that didn’t matter. He could still clear himself of suspicions.

During the day, Luke went to a few other locations to check out the layout of the city.

It drizzled again in Tokyo that night.

Luke harvested another round of points until 10pm.

As the rain got heavier, he turned a corner.

Holding the transparent Hello Kitty umbrella in one hand and the eco-friendly bag in the other, he slowly walked to a food stall.

The food stall’s red neon sign glowed in the misty rain.

This was Shinjuku Park, and this food stall was the one Luke had visited before.

It was one of the few stalls that opened late at night — the rest were basically indoors.

The moment Luke appeared in front of the food stall, the bald cook put down his kitchen knife and wiped his hands with a dry, snow-white towel.

At the same time, he slowly raised his head and met Luke’s eyes.

Then, he grinned and bowed. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Wick.” Luke smiled too. He stepped forward and put the empty bag on the bar. “Thank you for the bag. Also, just call me John.”

The bald cook said, “Hi, have a seat, John-san.”

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