Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 398 - No, No, We’re Different!

Chapter 398 No, No, We’re Different!

Bracing his foot against the turret, the expert abruptly unfolded from his curl and avoided Luke’s bullet at the same time, then lunged at Luke again.
Was this… close-range combat? Luke was puzzled, but he wasn’t afraid.
But this expert shifted his gun, aimed, and fired at Luke again.
Exclaiming inwardly, Luke twisted valiantly out of the gun’s range.
“Pa!” He fired back at the enemy in passing, but the guy grabbed his wrist and shifted the gun’s aim slightly, and successfully evaded the shot.
Rather than feel alarmed, Luke was delighted, and swiftly pushed aside the guy’s right hand with his left hand.
“Pa!” The bullet brushed past his head.
Luke laughed, and relying on brute force, fired the gun in his right hand once again. “Pa!”
The man abruptly pushed him away and used the momentum to back up two steps and evade the shot.
Standing two meters away, the expert asked solemnly, “Your gun is the regular model and only has seven bullets, right?”.
Luke only chuckled vaguely in reply.
“Who are you? Who taught you those combat skills earlier?” The expert finally asked the question that confused him most.
Luke chuckled again.
“There are ten bullets in my gun. I can shoot you twice in the limbs, and leave the last two for your head and your d*ck. How would you like that?” the expert threatened.
Luke nodded. “Fine, come on, then.”
The expert was stunned, then saw Luke lunge at him.
But different from their previous tussle, Luke was now much faster. Luke hadn’t been trying his best earlier; he had just wanted to see what the expert was capable of.
Now that he had seen all of the guy’s trump cards, there was no need to waste time anymore.
The expert was about to pull the trigger, but Luke had already come close and grabbed his ankle with his left hand.
The next moment, the expert spun in the air, before he was smashed onto the deck face down in a perfect curve.
System: You have defeated Szoke Mullah and received a list of his abilities.
Szoke Mullah’s abilities: Basic Firearms, Basic Combat… Quick Reflex (Prerequisites: 20 Strength, 20 Dexterity, and 1,000 credit points), Close-Range Gunfighting (Prerequisites: 20 Strength, 20 Dexterity, 20 Mental Strength)
Luke was delighted to see the notification. Pulling over Szoke, who had passed out on the deck, Luke twisted his neck.
System: You have killed Szoke Mullah. You may now learn all his abilities.
Close-Range Gunfighting had to be the special skill Szoke Mullah used during their head-on clash. It seemed to be a combination of shooting and combat.
In a range of a few meters, bullets were faster than most people’s reactions.
If he hadn’t run into Luke, this Szoke Mullah would’ve been invincible on this battleship.
Even Laybecker, the guy who was more than just a cook, might’ve been killed if Mullah caught him unawares.
But Luke had a double-layered bulletproof vest, a bulletproof helmet, and Elementary Self-Healing as his trump cards.
Szoke had been asking to be killed when he sought to clash with Luke head-on.
After storing Szoke Mullah’s body in his inventory, Luke walked to one side of the ship and dropped the rest of the bodies that were in his inventory into the ocean.
It wasn’t a bad choice to let Johnny Mullah take the blame and have Szoke Mullah go missing.
After taking care of Szoke Mullah, he slipped over to the other side of the ship to check the submarine.
The criminals were shouting and running to the submarine in a panic. It seemed that they were going to run.
The criminals who were dismantling missiles on the deck were leaving and going down to the submarine as well.
Luke thought for a moment, but didn’t do anything
He had earned a lot of experience and credit points for saving the marines. He had also eliminated more than thirty criminals.
At the same time, Chef Laybecker had killed plenty of criminals too. Those guys had every reason to run off now that half of them were wasted.
Now that the game was almost over, there was no need for Luke to take action anymore, in case he attracted unnecessary attention.
Yells and gunshots were already ringing out below the deck.
Clearly, the marines that Luke had just set free were going on the counterattack.
There were more than two hundred marines, and they far outnumbered the remaining criminals.
Suddenly, Luke heard something in the distance in the sky. He wondered if it was one of the quiet helicopters that the military special troops were equipped with.
Luke hurried up and ran.
When he passed the galley, he heard two people talking inside.
“You look familiar. I think I know you.” It was Laybecker’s voice.
“That’s right. It’s been a while, Laybecker,” someone else replied. Laybecker said, “You’re right, it’s been a really long time, William.” He changed the topic. “Do you really think you can change things if you kill innocent people, William? How did you become this?”
“I can’t stand those b*astards anymore. After using us, they threw us away like toilet paper waste,” the man called William replied coldly.
Laybecker said, “But doing this is meaningless, isn’t it? We’re like puppets who work for those ungrateful b*stards. You and I, there’s nothing we can do about it.” He sounded helpless.
“No, no! We’re different! You’re devoted to this country, but I’m not!” William’s tone was full of ridicule. “Laybecker, you’re going to retire soon. Why can’t you just stay quiet as a cook?”
Laybecker said, “I don’t work for those b*stards anymore, but I won’t hurt innocent people either.”
William said, “Then you may as well go to hell!”
Luke had reached the galley entry by then. He craned his neck and saw that Laybecker and William, who had been the rock singer, were each holding a knife.
But William was holding a military knife while Laybecker was holding a kitchen knife.
They advanced bit by bit as the knives in their hands never stopped moving or quickly changing directions to deceive their enemy with fake moves.
Clang! Clang! The knives clashed twice quickly, and the two of them swapped positions.
“Come on, Laybecker!” William yelled.
Laybecker was silent as he pressed forward once more. Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of blades clashing repeatedly rang out.
The knives clashed at a range of twenty centimeters; any ordinary person who saw it would be completely dazzled.
Experts!
These two were adept with blades. If a regular person went up against them, their wrists and throat would be slit within two seconds of battle.