Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 519 - Hernan Has a “Cold,” and the Mysterious Attacker

Chapter 519 Hernan Has a “Cold,” and the Mysterious Attacker

Hernan left the house at nine in the morning the next day.
Looking at the image sent back by his drones, Luke was deep in thought. “Who are these two new guys?”
Different from before, the two men who took the backseat of the limo together with Hernan were in gray attire and all covered up.
Just like when Luke went out on a personal assignment, they were wearing masks and sunglasses.
They were only around 1.75 meters tall, but looked very strong. Even their thighs were thicker than Vanessa’s waist.
Were they fighters who focused on physical strength? Luke thought for a moment, but shook his head.
A regular fighter who was focused on physical strength didn’t have a lot of advantages in front of guns and cars. They had to be agile as well.
However, those two didn’t seem to be carrying any guns; at most, they would only be able to carry a pistol. Mulling over this, Luke tailed Hernan’s car from a distance. At half past nine, Hernan’s car entered the police station. This boss didn’t completely trust the police officers under his command. He came and checked his money every day.
At the same time, his subordinates and the police officers were all frantically searching for Dominic, as well as for the man who had slapped Hernan so hard.
At that moment, Hernan walked into the police station with a face mask on.
Noticing the surprise in the eyes of the police station’s director, he snapped angrily, “I caught a cold, okay?” The director immediately showed that he sincerely believed his boss’s excuse. He simply said, “Boss, the police station has twice the number of guards as usual. We also have elite officers around the vault itself. There’s no need to worry.”
Hernan nodded his head, but mumbled to himself, Idiot, I’m worried that you’re the one who’ll steal my money!
He quickly checked the money in the vault before he returned to the director’s office, sitting down while the director stood on the side obediently like a small lackey.
Hernan waved his hand impatiently. “Go back to your business, don’t stand around here.”
The director nodded and went away. After the door closed, Hernan finally took off his big mask to reveal his swollen cheeks.
Fortunately, only the two brothers whom he trusted the most were with him, and they wouldn’t mock him.
“Boss, when we catch the man who slapped you, give him to me. I’ll break every bone in his body,” one of the gray men said in a hoarse voice.
Hernan nodded helplessly. “Fine, you can have him.”
Those two brothers were loyal but not tactful; they had to touch a sore spot.
Couldn’t they drop it? Hernan had never been humiliated like this before.
Remembering what happened in the afternoon the day before yesterday, he felt choked with rage.
If he had been shot that day, he might have been angry, but not as aggrieved.
Actually, there was nothing wrong with him physically; his swollen face, which was 50% larger than usual, barely counted as a minor injury.
But he would rather that he had been shot the day before yesterday; that, at least, would have been more befitting for a bigwig like him.
A bigwig who hadn’t been shot wasn’t qualified to be one.
Instead, he had been slapped hard, and he couldn’t find the man who did it. That was embarrassing
Even at that moment, Hernan still felt puzzled.
What psycho would grab him just to slap him in the face?
Besides, what the man said that day infuriated him as well.
He had touched too many women’s butts. How would he know which woman the stranger was referring to? If he killed the boyfriend of every woman whose butt he had touched, hundreds of men in Rio would be dead.
After the incident, he even obtained the surveillance footage from the hotel.
However, his subordinates regretfully informed him that the footage didn’t contain any leads on the stranger.
When they gave Hernan the news, they had all been sweating and feeling lucky that the surveillance cameras hadn’t captured Hernan being beaten up. As a bigshot in Rio, Hernan naturally forbade the hotel from recording him.
In fact, there was no footage of the assailant on the cameras before and after he attacked Hernan.
On top of that, the assailant had worn sunglasses, a hat, and a beard, and had something in his mouth that changed the shape of his face.
Thus, while many people had witnessed the assault, none of them remembered what the assailant looked like.
Actually, Hernan’s subordinates didn’t think that anybody would have the courage to claim that they remembered the attacker.
As long as they weren’t idiots, the locals would never say that they remembered what happened.
The crux was that Hernan had been pressed down and slapped silly.
If they remembered the assailant, that would mean that they had seen Hernan getting beaten up! But an investigation of the tourists showed that there really was nobody who had seen the assailant’s face clearly or where he went.
It became a new unsolved mystery in Rio as to who had slapped Hernan’s face.
While Hernan was sulking, Dominic and his team arrived at the police department’s underground car park.
Two police cars escorted a somewhat shabby domestic armored truck in the front and back to the entrance of the car park.
Looking at the back of the shabby armored truck, which had been strangely modified, the police officer on guard duty asked, “What’s with this truck?”
The officer in the driver’s seat looked in the rearview mirror as he listened to his partner count down in the passenger seat. “Three, two, one. Now.”
The driver suddenly raised his hand and aimed his taser at the officer who had come over for a look.
Two nails on metal wires flew out and hit the officer on duty. He instantly twitched and fell.
At the same time, someone in the passenger seat of the police car in the rear also activated a taser and shot down another officer.
The three cars then sped up, broke through the guardrail, and charged into the parking lot.
“We only have thirty seconds,” the driver in the armored truck said into the walkie-talkie.
Everybody began to count down.
Thirty, twenty-nine!
The police car in the lead got out of the way.
Twenty-seven, twenty-six!
The armored truck sped up; its steel bumper was crude but very sturdy.
Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three!
BOOM!
The armored truck exploded through a wall.
Twenty-two, twenty-one.
The armored truck backed out and swung around. A metal plank shot out from the back of the truck and one end landed on the ground.
Twenty, nineteen… sixteen, fifteen… eleven, ten!
r meFour men got out of the police car. Two of them pulled tow hooks out of the truck and attached them to the metal latches on the vault that were as thick as a person’s arm.
At the same time, two other men quickly stuck multiple plastic explosives on the wall around the vault, before they shouted, “Done!”
All four of them ran out together.
Six, five!
Two of the four men got into the police car, and one of the two remaining men shouted, “Ready, explode!”
Three, two, one!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of mild explosions rang out in a circle on the wall around the vault.