Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 524 You Got the Wrong Guy, It’s Not Mine

Driving an unremarkable Honda, Luke entered a remote bungalow somewhere in Itaoka.

After hiding the car, he dragged Hernan out of the trunk and into the basement.

In the basement, Luke took off his disguise.

Different from his previous operations, he revealed his face this time.

But the face that he generously revealed was that of a classic African American who was wearing a pair of sunglasses. As long as Dominic and those police officers weren’t blind, they would definitely have gotten a good look at it.

Fiddling with something in the crook of his neck, Luke slowly exerted strength with both hands and took off the mask. Looking at the realistic-looking mask of a black person, Luke chuckled and said, “Unfortunately, I can’t wear you all the time.”

Casually putting the mask away in his inventory, he focused his gaze on Hernan, whose back was to him.

Thinking for a moment, he still covered his head before he walked over in front of Hernan.

A moment later, Hernan’s miserable screams resounded throughout the basement.

After working on Hernan for roughly twenty-four hours, Luke finally pried Hernan’s mouth open with the fatigue from the interrogation and Luke’s newly-learned Mental Communication.

After he ensured that Hernan was no longer valuable, the bigshot simply vanished from this world without a sound. There were no gunshots to see him off, no enemies to celebrate his end, and no lackeys to watch – he simply went up in smoke. In Rio, Hernan’s subordinates had different ideas as well.

They never stopped searching for Hernan, but few of them really wanted him back. Even the police were clearly half-hearted in their search.

Alive, Hernan would demand everybody’s loyalty and respect, but dead, he was nothing.

Since Hernan’s status was unknown, none of them felt obliged to work hard. They weren’t fools.

While the atmosphere on Luke’s side was different from that on Dominic’s, he had earned no less.

He obtained several of Hernan’s secret accounts in the Cayman Islands, as well as the passwords to safes in various banks around the world.

As a bigshot who had reigned in Rio for almost ten years, Hernan certainly had a lot more than a hundred million dollars in cash.

Luke found more than two hundred million dollars in Hernan’s accounts, as well as tens of millions in assets.

Unfortunately, the money was useless to him right now.

If he were someone else, he just needed to transfer the money aboveboard to his account and he could use it however he wanted.

But Luke couldn’t do that.

He had an official identity, and more and more people would be paying attention to him later. What he needed wasn’t simply legal funds, but funds that were completely clean.

That was also why Luke was trying to sell patents and participate in the gold mines in Boom Town – he had never considered money laundering.

The money he made in the first two ways was clean and would hold up to any investigation.

If he made a fortune, that would just demonstrate that he was a technology whiz or a lucky dog who managed to land a gold mine.

Only this way could Luke keep a clean record and ensure that he didn’t become a primary target for certain people and agencies. If his hands were too dirty, someone would find out sooner or later and hold it over his head.

Unlike Tony Stark, who was backed by an enormous corporation, Luke didn’t have the clout to negotiate with certain people or institutions.

For now, he would be a good, clean and innocent cop.

It was also the reason why he would never touch the loot from the safe.

Even if someone in Dominic’s gang was caught, they couldn’t implicate him in the robbery since he had never been part of the planning or the operation, nor did he take a share of the loot.

After taking care of everything, Luke took a nap.

An hour later, he was woken up by his buzzing phone.

Picking it up with his eyes closed, he asked drowsily, “Hello?”

After a brief silence, Vanessa said on the other end of the phone, “It’s me. I have something for you.”

Luke yawned and opened one eye to look at the sky, only to see that it was already sunset. “Time and place?”

Vanessa said, “At the abandoned factory, preferably right now.” Luke hummed and said, “Give me thirty minutes.”

“Okay.” Vanessa gave a simple reply and hung up.

Luke got up and blinked the drowsiness out of his eyes. He stretched and said, “Okay, I’ve slept enough. Time to act.”

Chuckling, he quickly cleaned up and changed before he set off.