Super Detective in the Fictional World-Chapter 1309 - Ambush and Pawns

Unless they didn’t use long-distance techniques, snipers at this level were known in national databases.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to hide from the investigation of people interested in who was where and who was attacked.

Although there was no way to determine who the sniper was in this case, there was also no word of the Sacra Corona contacting this person.

Thinking about how the other party wanted to take back the position of family head, Luke had a guess.

This was using a cover to achieve the ultimate goal.

Perhaps someone wanted to make a move on the Camorra via the Sacra Corona, and the position as one of the twelve members of the High Table would fall into their hands.

This was a good way to enter the High Table, and wouldn’t draw suspicion.

Now that Luke knew who his opponent was on the surface, there was another question: What did Winston want?

Why had he provided intelligence to Boogeyman John?

Luke pondered for a moment before he gave up thinking about it.

Winston’s plan had nothing to do with him. He wasn’t the real John Wick, nor did he belong to the High Table.

All he wanted was experience and credit.

John’s fangirl, Gianna, was feeding him information, but it wasn’t bad to have Winston as another informant.

Thinking that, he sent a copy of the information from Winston to Gianna, and told her to investigate the Sacra Corona and send what she had to him.

In a family conflict like this, the two “candidates” would always be the enemies who knew each other the best.

Also, it seemed he had something to do.

He looked at the balcony.

On the stairs, Perkins was wearing slippers which she had just gotten from a waiter. “Again? That’s the Boogeyman. Since he threw out my shoes, do you really think he doesn’t know anything? If this wasn’t the Continental Hotel, he would’ve definitely blown up my head with one shot. I want to make money, but only if I’m still alive to spend it.”

With that, she hung up the phone without hesitation and took out two wet wipes to wipe it clean before she threw it into a nearby trash can and ran off.

She was regretting it now.

It was too rash to provoke the Boogeyman for a million dollars, even if it was just planting a bug.

She had always thought that she could do anything with money, until she met that terrifying smiling man, V.

From then on, she learned what a legendary killer was.

The Boogeyman, who hadn’t been very famous in the past, was now a recognized legendary killer.

That was because Boogeyman John had killed Sloan and a dozen elite assassins from the Fraternity in a head-on battle.

This only proved that the Boogeyman was stronger than Sloan, much stronger.

Otherwise, why didn’t the high-and-mighty High Table, which had always harped on about the rules, do anything?

That was because rules couldn’t kill the Boogeyman, but the Boogeyman could kill them.

…

Night fell, and Luke left the Continental Hotel in his usual black suit, white shirt, and black tie.

It was more advantageous for him to rest during the day and then go out at night.

Although he didn’t know when the attack would happen, his “sense for danger” had been pinging faintly, and it seemed that some people were hankering to take action.

He had to give these people a chance. Otherwise, where would he get the 900,000 points required for his level-up?

These experience points were the foundation for leveling up.

Besides, someone who dared to cause trouble for the Boogeyman had to be worth at least 200 points, right? Thinking that, he disappeared down an alley.

Rome was an old city.

It had a lot in common with many American cities, like the tall buildings in the city center.

But Rome was a lot more crowded than the vast, more desolate United States.

There were all kinds of small buildings everywhere, like in some parts of Queens and Brooklyn.

However, this place had a deeper cultural heritage, and the buildings here had a more artistic style than New York’s industrial buildings.

Luke didn’t care about the art here. He had never been much of an art connoisseur in his two lives — except when it came to “performance art.”

All he knew was that this was a perfect place for an ambush.

Rome was a world-class tourist spot. Even though it wasn’t safe at night, many tourists roamed the city.

There were also many buildings and sculptures everywhere. Frequently, what looked like a person in a dark corner was a sculpture.

This was a problem only for ordinary people.

With the drones and his own abilities, it was easy for Luke to detect anything wrong.

Looking at the red dots projected onto his lenses, Luke smiled.

There were a lot of people, which was plenty of experience and credit points.

He walked into what looked like a small park. It was practically empty and quiet.

The red dots had already sped up and gradually surrounded him.

Knowing what they were waiting for, Luke walked to the fountain in the center of the park and sat down.

Almost the moment he sat down, several red dots were trained on his head and abdomen.

There was no prelude or communication. After a simple countdown, the snipers fired.

The silencers muffled the gunshots, but they could be heard clearly at night.

Some of the bullets hit the fountain behind him and some hit the ground in front of him, but Luke had already disappeared.

The commander wasn’t surprised at all. He simply gave the order. “Squad 2, northwest.”

Luke moved quickly in the dark, but his movements were still within the range of a normal person.

He varied his speed, causing the snipers’ second shots to hit air.

“Squad 2, fire.” The commander gave an even simpler order.

Gunshots rang out from seven or eight MP7s.

Luke darted into a corner and quickly circled round as he continued moving forward.

“He’s on the right,” the commander immediately warned.

Gunfire rang out again, but all of them missed.

“He’s entered a building.” Less than five seconds after the commander finished speaking, a member of Squad 2 reported in via his earpiece. “Squad 2, two dead.

“Squad 2, four dead.

“Captain dead, sniper dead.”

Six people in Squad 2 had died after three reports at five-second intervals.

The commander frowned.

He had known how strong this guy was before he came, but it turned out that his guess might not have been accurate enough.

“Steady. Don’t stick your head out. Keep firing at him,” the commander ordered.

It was impossible to kill a legendary killer without paying a price.

To deal with an existence like the Boogeyman, you had to either set a trap or lure him into terrain he couldn’t escape.

For example, if he was on a plane, they just had to make the plane crash.

Unfortunately, they didn’t have this opportunity. Nobody knew how the Boogeyman had arrived in Rome.

The only thing they could do was lay a trap with human lives, like tonight.

Thus, the commander’s order was that all members, including himself, could be sacrificed.

They were expendable pawns tonight.

All of this was for the sake of killing the Boogeyman.