Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 594 Mr. Dirty Cop Who Was Hit by a TeammateThus, Riley Noyes wasn’t an official assassin of the Fraternity yet. Only she and Rebecca privately used the name Bloodmint between them.

If she mastered Curve Shooting and was promoted as an official assassin, Riley Noyes would have used Bloodmint as her codename.

That was why Bloodmint was quick to trust Luke

When Diego Garcia died earlier, there had been another notification from the system which had made Luke’s hard work worth it.

System: Help Riley Noyes eliminate major members of the Garcia family. Completed.

Total experience: 5,000. Total credit: 5,000. Contribution rate: 60%. EXP +3,000. Credit +3,000. Luke mulled over this for a moment. He had only killed around thirty men. Even counting Garcia’s capture, he shouldn’t have earned more than two thousand credit points.

The system had also given him a lot of experience points for helping Bloodmint, who must’ve killed a lot of members of Garcia’s family.

Bloodmint cried for more than ten minutes, until she passed out again from exhaustion.

Luke helped her up again and sent her to a secret safe house before he left.

After he got home, he wrinkled his nose, but didn’t say anything. He took a shower and went off to do his own thing.

In Selina’s room, Dollar’s ears twitched.

It was already very familiar with Luke’s footsteps, so it didn’t wake up.

A certain alien dog head, however, was using the dog’s ears to listen cautiously to the sounds outside. It was only a long while later that it finally relaxed and entered a resting state.

The next day, Selina woke up at seven as usual.

Ever since Gold Nugget appeared, she was less likely to sleep in.

It wasn’t that the alien dog head would wake her up, but that she didn’t need as much sleep anymore after her physique improved.

Before, sleeping seven to eight hours after hard training was the most comfortable. Now, six hours of sleep was more than enough for her, and she would wake on her own. She couldn’t fall asleep again after that even if she wanted to.

Looking at Luke who was making breakfast, she asked, “Are you alright?”.

Luke turned his head. “What’s wrong?”

Selina thought for a moment before she replied, “I feel like you aren’t in a good mood.”

Luke shrugged. “Maybe. I can’t always be in a good mood every day.”

Selina couldn’t help but look away. “You… aren’t mad, are you?”

Luke found that strange. “Mad? Not at all.”

Looking at her expression, he smiled. “Alright, you can’t keep the fact that you’re beating people up from me. It’s fine as long as you remember, safety first.”

Selina released a long breath of relief.

The dog head outside the kitchen also sighed in relief and began to whine.

Luke rolled his eyes. “Breakfast will be ready soon, stop whining.”

Selina took out the milk and oatmeal and sat down at the dining table. She then opened up the morning news on her tablet.

That was originally Luke’s habit. He liked to check if he had overlooked anything in his operation from what the well-informed reporters said.

Selina had recently picked up the same habit.

Increasing the volume slightly, she poured the milk over her oatmeal.

“There was a major explosion last night at a factory on the east side of Los Angeles. The cause of the explosion is still unclear. We now turn to the police department’s brief on the case…

“A massive gunfight was believed to have taken place last night under an overpass. When police rushed to the scene, however, they didn’t find any victims, bullets or firearms… “But three hundred meters away from the overpass, a female African American FBI agent was found dead from gunshots. An eyewitness report has revealed the suspicion that the agent was killed by a detective from the eastside police department…” Selina exclaimed in surprise. At that moment, Luke came out with a steamer. “Go get it yourself, it’s done.”

Selina and Dollar scuttled into the kitchen. A moment later, Selina came back out with a steamer in each hand, while Dollar was balancing a plate on its head with a stack of steamers on it.

Putting down the steamers in her hands and helping Dollar move the steamers from its head, she popped a bun into her mouth and tipped out the buns from a steamer into Dollar’s food bowl as she mumbled, “What an embarrassment for the eastside department. They haven’t figured out the judge’s death yet, and they’ve actually killed someone from the FBI?”

As they ate the buns, Luke looked at a face displayed on the tablet.