Super Detective in the Fictional World

He was a police officer who was traveling with his wife. He got riled up when his wife was shoved by the assailants and he got into a tussle with them. One of the assailants then opened fire. Luke furrowed his brow.

This was exactly the situation he was afraid of.

On an isolated ship, the assailants would be more relaxed and less wary of the outside world, and wouldn’t act too hastily.

But the threat of the police was bound to cause a chain reaction.

Also, now that the criminals had shot and injured someone, they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot the next rebel.

Finally, at midnight in New York, Luke quickly got off the plane and boarded another small plane on the private airfield.

The pilot was a bearded man. He simply started up the plane and took off after Luke recited the order number and the coordinates of his destination.

He didn’t really care why this client, who was covered all in black, including even his face, was going to the ocean in the middle of the night.

After all, the client had paid ten times the usual price.

For this unexpected fortune, the pilot didn’t mind taking some risks.

He wasn’t exactly a law-abiding citizen. This plane had been personally modified, and it was against the law to use it for business purposes, but it flew faster and further than other planes of its size.

A round trip of almost two thousand kilometers wasn’t something a regular small plane could do. Furthermore, this client would be jumping out of the plane halfway, which was quite rare. But so what? In any case, the client had already paid. In the dark, vast night, the plane climbed swiftly, leaving behind metropolitan New York that was ablaze with lights.

Looking at the speedometer, Luke asked, “How many hours to our destination?”

The bearded man: “Within three hours.”

Luke checked his watch. It was ten past twelve. Pondering for a moment, he asked, “How much faster can you go without risking our safety?” While he wished the plane could fly like a rocket, it would unfortunately just disintegrate in the air if that happened.

After a brief silence, the bearded man said, “It’ll cost more to get there earlier.”

Luke: “I can do that.”

The bearded man: “I can get you there in two and a half hours. How much more can you give?”

Luke: “Two hundred thousand.”

The bearded man glanced back at him. “I don’t accept checks.”

Luke searched his backpack casually and took out a black bag. He tossed it to the bearded man and said, “Start the countdown. If you don’t get to our destination by twenty to three, you won’t get any of the money.”

The bearded man paid him no mind at all. He just swiftly checked the two wads of cash with one hand before he stuffed the bag into the space under his seat. “With money, it’s possible.”

Saying that, he pressed several things on the dashboard, and the plane suddenly accelerated.

Luke completely understood the bearded pilot’s way of doing things.

Why would he accept a private job at midnight to fly out to the ocean a thousand kilometers away if it wasn’t all about money?

Why would he turn a blind eye to the client jumping out of the plane halfway if he wasn’t greedy?