Super Detective in the Fictional World

ent out again after 11pm.
There was the sound of a conversation in Selina’s room.
“Do you think he knows?”

“What are you afraid of? Luke said that beating them up was fine, so just do it!”

“But we didn’t mention how many people we beat up.”

“You didn’t mention it.
I can’t say anything; I have to abide by Luke’s rules.”

“Don’t you have any sense of shame at all?!”

Luke headed east.

Entering an abandoned factory, he found a platform and lit a camping light, then sat down.

At twelve, a person came in through the front entrance.

Seeing the figure sitting in the center of the factory, the person was startled and paused.

However, the stranger was already saying, “Come over here.
Rebecca asked me to help you.”

After a brief silence, the person drew a gun from her back and slowly drew closer.
“Who are you?” The stranger tilted his head and operated his phone.
“You may call me… Puncher.”

The person raised her gun.
“You’re lying.
Rebecca has no friends.” With a soundless chuckle, the stranger again typed and played an audio message: “I owe her a little favor, and we’re just barely friends.
And you, Bloodmint, are someone she considers a friend.”

The person’s face was finally revealed under the camping light.

She was a white woman around 35 years old.
She wasn’t especially beautiful, and was even a little hard – there was a grim air about her, and her eyes were cold and dark.

She was in poor condition at the moment; not only was she pale, her thigh was bleeding through her trousers.
Even the hand that was holding the gun was shaking.

But she still didn’t put it down.
“You’re from the Fraternity!”

The stranger stood up.
“If I was with the Fraternity, I would have attacked you by now.
Your injuries are pretty bad.” As he spoke, he came closer.

Ignoring her gun, the stranger walked over to her.
“Alright, putting up a front won’t help.
I’ll treat your injuries for you.”

He then easily wrested her gun from her and dropped it on the side.

His other hand was already supporting the woman called Bloodmint and helping her sit on the platform.

Shocked, Bloodmint was about to attack, when Luke pressed down on her shoulder.
“Enough.
I had two whole seconds to kill you if I wanted to.”

Bloodmint paused for a moment.
Finally, she stopped resisting and asked, “Why aren’t you using your real voice?”

The stranger shrugged and typed again: “And be as high-profile as you? You didn’t even cover your face when you stole the munitions.
It’s only a matter of time before LAPD and the FBI track you down.” He then put his phone back in his pocket and gestured for her to be quiet.
He quickly cut open her left trouser leg with a knife.
Removing the simple bandages on the leg, he shook his head.

This woman was really hardcore.

The massive injury was almost eight centimeters long, and she had actually stapled it back together.
Luke’s teeth hurt just looking at it.
He searched his backpack, took out some medical supplies and gave her a shot of painkillers first.

A moment later, he started to clean the injury and stitch it up.

He was done in less than ten minutes.

Luke took off his rubber gloves, placed them in a plastic bag, and then put it away in his backpack.

As for the medical supplies, he packed them into a black cloth bag and put it to one side.
Then, he typed on his phone: “Keep these for your own use.
You can still prepare properly before getting revenge.
It’s not like it’s hard to buy medical supplies.”

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