Super Detective in the Fictional World

f it was business, he would only give out the number for his work phone.

He had two private numbers.

The first one was reserved for family members and acquaintances, and there weren’t many acquaintances.
They were at most old colleagues like Dustin, Elsa, and Elizabeth, or slightly more familiar acquaintances like Jenny and Elena.

The second number was for those whom he had personal contact with, but wasn’t close to.

For example, Takagi, Weyland, Jennifer Perry, and Sheerah.

Since he had asked Nikki for a favor, it was naturally a personal matter, and he gave her his second private number.

Compared with the work number, it was easier to get through to a private number or for him to reply personally.

Given the number of people Luke had interacted with in the past year, he didn’t have the time to answer everyone’s calls.

Most calls would automatically be transferred to the message bank, and Luke was selective in who he replied to.

He directly ignored courtesy calls or those who called for no reason.

In that sense, this “deal” wasn’t a loss for Nikki.

After making sure that he would still be able to get lunch for his family, a distracted Luke finally pulled up a map of the location of the gunfight.

Ever since Luke came to New York, he had been working on filling in this real-time map of New York map whenever he was out in the car.

But he had only driven through this place twice, and the gunfight hadn’t taken place on the main street, but on a narrower street behind the residential buildings.

At that moment, he arrived at the crime scene.
He parked the car and got out.

Looking around, he noticed that many people were looking at the fifth or sixth floor of the apartment building.

He quickly walked into the apartment building and pulled out his badge.

It was an old apartment building with a spiral staircase at the back of a small reception hall.

Luke quickly went up, and he could hear the vague sounds of talking upstairs.

After listening for a moment, he frowned.

The suspects didn’t seem to have left.
They were still talking upstairs as they rummaged around.

From the bits Luke could hear, he could sense that they weren’t as cautious about shooting as gang members in New York’s city center.
Instead, they were a little unbridled, and one of them even mentioned something like “carrying out official business.”

Luke went up to the sixth floor and took out a small mirror for a look at the top of the stairs before he dashed down the hallway.

In order not to make any sound, he reduced his speed significantly, but he was still very fast.
In less than three seconds, he was in front of the apartment unit at the end of the corridor.

A middle-aged man was holding a gun in front of the door.
He was about to turn around, when he felt something tighten around his neck and something cold pressed to the back of his head.

Alarmed, he couldn’t make a sound.
The hand on his neck was so strong that he could only gasp for air.

Luke, who had caught the man, frowned and pulled him back several meters.

Then, he paid attention to unit 6D at the end of the hallway while he listened to the conversation in unit 6B.
He asked softly, “Who’s in the room?”

The middle-aged man felt the grip on his neck relax slightly; he could finally make a sound.
He subconsciously asked, “Who, who are you?”

However, the middle-aged man was smart enough to keep his voice down.

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