Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1094 - Real or Fake Target, and Getting Thrashed One by One

Chapter 1094: Real or Fake Target, and Getting Thrashed One by One

Did Santino and Ares notice something? No.
They were in one of the rooms; how could they hang around with the bodyguards and lackeys?
As someone who didn’t lack money, Santino’s room was naturally soundproof, and the sound of the tranquilizer gun couldn’t be heard at all.
After that, Luke returned to the surveillance room and dismantled the hard drive that contained the surveillance footage.
He used the decoder again. When he opened the door of Santino’s room, the two people inside looked at him in surprise.
At that moment, Luke had put away his stealth suit.
When he stepped into the room in his signature black suit and slicked back hair, the expressions of Santino and the short-haired female bodyguard froze, then changed dramatically.
There was pure terror on Santino’s face, but the short-haired girl swiftly reached for her gun. That was the difference between the boss behind the scenes and the soldiers.
Pa!
The short-haired girl’s right shoulder jerked, and a bullet hole appeared. The gun she had just drawn dropped to the ground.
She staggered, but determination flashed in her eyes.
Brushing her left hand over her waist, she held a thin blade between her fingers before she charged at Luke.
As calm as ever, Luke lowered his gun and stepped forward unhurriedly.
The short-haired girl let out a short laugh and thrust the blade at Luke’s chest.
Luke raised his left hand, as if to block it.
The short-haired girl changed direction and aimed at his arm.
But Luke was a little faster. His fist unfurled below her wrist.
He then curled his fingers around her left arm and brushed past her.
The short-haired girl couldn’t help but fall back.
Crack.
There was a slight crack, and the short-haired girl’s left arm was dislocated. The blade dropped to the ground.
“Stand still and don’t move,” he ordered as he let go of her arm.
The short-haired girl glared at him fiercely and was about to charge forward, when she realized that her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and she was rooted to the spot.
Her expression changed, and there was fear.
She was a mute. Since she couldn’t move, she couldn’t even warn Santino.
Actually, it was useless even if she could warn him.
Santino hadn’t even realized his goal of becoming a boss behind the scenes, much less a hidden big boss; he was just slightly stronger than an ordinary man.
Luke didn’t waste any time. He raised his hand and fired a tranquilizer, and Santino collapsed.
Turning to look at the short-haired girl, who was glaring at him, he smiled. “Now, tell me your plan…”
…
In the museum’s reception hall, everybody drank and laughed.
Although the young master Santino had said earlier, “For my sister,” the guests here didn’t show any sorrow, and the hall was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
All of them basically knew that Santino’s sister was dead, and that it would be the young master who would inherit Camorra in a few days.
This was undoubtedly a joyous occasion, which was why this young master had called for everyone to “celebrate together.”
However, after this young master Santino gave a simple “toast,” he stood to the side with a faint smile.
Apart from exchanging polite greetings with the guests who came to talk to him, he had no intention of joining the party.
Like a spectator, he glanced at the various hallways every now and then.
In addition to two female attendants, there were four bodyguards next to him. They also looked at the hallways from time to time.
So, when a man in a black suit and with slicked back hair appeared ten meters away and looked calmly at Santino, the bodyguards were all stunned.
They hadn’t seen him just now.
It was as if this person had been revealed among the guests between one blink and the next.
Elementary Concealment was very useful.
The corners of Santino’s mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said softly, “John Wick!”
His voice shook slightly with fear, but there was no anger on his face.
Not a great actor! Luke shook his head.
At that moment, the bodyguards behind Santino came back to their senses. They took out their guns and shouted, “He’s here.”
Luke drew his pistol as quick as lightning.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Even John Wick’s speed was enough for a shootout within a range of ten meters.
The four bodyguards had barely pulled their guns out, when they collapsed.
The gunshots startled everyone, and they subconsciously scattered.
Santino was mixed up in the crowd as he ran toward the back door, praying: Don’t hit me, don’t hit me, I’m just a fake.
However, except for the incessant gunfire behind him, none of the bullets hit him when he ran out of the hall with the crowd.
Luke wasn’t in a hurry at all.
That Santino was just a stand-in. Luke would only earn one or two bodyguards’ worth of experience and credit points at most.
If he killed all of them right away, the bodyguards might scatter.
In the past, they would’ve still worried about how the Camorra family would deal with them in the aftermath.
However, Santino had already killed his sister, Gianna, and if he died, the bodyguards wouldn’t have anything to worry about anymore.
Rats abandon a sinking ship; that was how things worked.
The bodyguards here didn’t know about the stand-in Santino. They thought that the fleeing “Santino” was the real one.
Hearing the stand-in give the order, they could only charge into the reception hall one after another to try and eliminate the hitman.
Hiding behind a marble statue of a lion that was chipped by the bullets, Luke reloaded his gun unhurriedly. He then stuffed a box into a hollow in the lion’s belly.
At that moment, four bodyguards surrounded him from both sides.
When the first person on the left appeared, Luke had just finished reloading, and he switched the gun to his left hand.
Pa!
The head that was five meters away jerked before the man collapsed like a broken sack.
Luke switched the gun to his right hand.
Pa!
Blood splattered where a right leg was half-exposed, and a bodyguard screamed as he clutched his leg, exposing himself.
Pa!
The injured bodyguard was also shot in the head and killed.
Luke moved the gun to the front.
Pa! Pa!
Two bodyguards wearing the white waiter’s uniform, who charged out from a hallway in the back, screamed and spun neatly in the air before they crashed to the ground.
Luke turned around so that he was facing the marble lion. Swiftly running backward, the gun moved left and right.
Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa!
The first two shots hit two bodyguards, one on each side, in the chest, and the next two shots hit them in the head.
Before the gunfire died down, Luke had already reloaded his gun.
It took less than a second.
Bending slightly, Luke turned around and moved past the two waiters in white who had just fallen, and he fired twice more.
Pa! Pa!
They immediately stopped screaming, and for the time being, the reception hall was silent once more.