Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1848 - Crappy Tower, Three-Person Operation

Chapter 1848: Crappy Tower, Three-Person Operation

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Someone who knew a thing or two was immediately interested. He leaned over and said, “Hey, buddy, don’t argue with this bumpkin. Can I take a look at your photo? I’ll give you 200 dollars for a clear picture.”
“Right, right, right, show us, bro.” The people nearby immediately joined in on the fun.
“Sorry, this isn’t for sale, but I can show you.” The camera enthusiast proudly showed everyone the photos he had just taken.
It would be a waste of this great opportunity if he didn’t show off!
For a moment, the atmosphere was fired up. Few people really cared about the half-intact Eiffel Tower.!!
However, there were very few people in the neighborhood who were as quick and as timely as this photographer.
Besides, everything had happened too quickly and too suddenly. Many people didn’t know what was going on. Some were even so scared that they hid and didn’t notice the activity in the air at all.
In the end… it ended, just like that.
Most people felt like they had just missed a jackpot.
When more and more people mentioned the Angel of Judgment, it felt even more like they had missed out.
…
In the Renault van several hundred meters away, the red-haired woman and her team looked at each other in bewilderment.
Ripcord couldn’t help but ask, “I think that guy ran off. What should we do?”
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but look at Scarlett.
Stopping Cobra from firing the warheads was just one of their tasks; retrieving the warheads was more important.
After all, there were four warheads in the box, and only one had been fired.
Scarlett understood what he was thinking. “Can we take action without incurring casualties?”
Nobody said anything, but they all knew that was impossible.
Even if they had caught up to White Shadow and the Baroness just now, the other party wouldn’t care about hurting civilians.
The two pulse pistols that the Baroness had could easily cause hundreds of casualties.
Scarlett glared at Ripcord. “We’ll head back and report in. We didn’t contribute this time, but we didn’t cause any trouble either. If anyone wants the warheads, tell them to look for the Angel of Judgment.”
Everybody smiled bitterly. What a joke! That was the Angel of Judgment, White Wolf.
Whether it was Snake Eyes or Duke and Ripcord in the power armor, they were already the strongest in the G.I. Joe special force.
In the end, the man had just sat there in a 1v3, and didn’t move at all; that was a clear demonstration of how strong he was.
If he hadn’t appeared, would their team be so obedient?
Special forces weren’t a charity organization. It wasn’t rare for them to fight among themselves for benefits and assignments.
They hadn’t made a move this time because they weren’t strong enough.
While everybody was silent, the Renault van started up and turned around.
…
The Eiffel Tower became the center of the world’s attention.
Countless tourists and reporters flocked over to see what was left of the famous Paris landmark.
The French government had already sealed off a range of 50 meters around the tower, but even just crowding behind the blockade was an interesting experience.
A middle-aged man was gesturing excitedly at the tower.
Suddenly, he heard a woman ask, “Sir, are you from Paris?”
The baldie replied casually, “Yes, my grandfather’s grandfather settled down in Paris.”
The woman immediately asked, “Then, are you sad that the Eiffel Tower, the symbol of France and Paris, has turned into this?”
As he turned his head, the baldie subconsciously said, “Sad? What’s there to be sad about with this crappy tower?”
That was indeed what he thought.
After all, the attack had happened at eight in the morning. Not only had there been no tourists on the tower, even the staff hadn’t arrived yet. Thus, there were no casualties, and the damage was limited to the Eiffel Tower itself.
The Eiffel Tower had been around for about 120 years.
However, in this old city of Paris, the tower could in fact be considered too “modern.”
Look at the other landmarks: The Palais Garnier from 1860, the Arc de Triomphe from 1806, Versailles from 1661, the Louvre from 1204, and Notre Dame from 1163.
Secondly, while the overall design of the tower could be considered an art form, it wasn’t like the palaces and courtyards, which also contained other works of art.
In the end, only the section above the second floor of the tower was chewed up by the nanomites, which was about 20% of the tower; there was no problem with the remaining 80%.
It also had a blueprint.
As long as Paris had the money, it wouldn’t take long to order new components for the tower.
As for saying that the new tower wasn’t the original and didn’t have any history, that was even more ridiculous.
The 120-year-old tower had already been renovated countless times during daily maintenance.
Thus, the middle-aged man didn’t hesitate to say, “That was just an observation platform for outsiders to eat and enjoy the scenery on.”
After saying that, he finally turned his head to the woman who was asking the question… and to the huge black camera aimed at him.
Stunned, the baldie looked at the woman in the red V-neck dress and the logo on the microphone. He asked hesitantly, “You’re… from BFM TV? This interview is going to be on the news?”
The female reporter nodded solemnly.
The baldie raised his hand. “Wait, ma’am. Wait.”
As he spoke, he adjusted his clothes and collar.
In front of the camera, the baldie stood straight and gave an amiable smile. “This Eiffel Tower is a famous landmark in Paris. It was built…”
The female reporter: …
The onlookers: …
…
The chaos had only just started, but it had nothing to do with Luke or Natasha.
Of course, to Natasha, it had nothing to do with the ‘three’ of them.
On the invisible Quinjet, the female agent was in the pilot’s seat, the Dark Knight was in the passenger seat, and White Wolf was in the backseat.
This made it easier for Luke’s clone to talk to Natasha, and his clone and the android didn’t have to ‘talk to themself.’
Because there might be a battle today, all three of them were wearing armor, and Natasha naturally couldn’t see if it was a person or an android inside.
What she didn’t know was that when they were resting last night, the android had turned into the Dark Knight and the clone turned into White Wolf.
At that moment, Natasha chatted with White Wolf after he got into the Quinjet.
Luke was happy to do so.
It wasn’t in line with Batman/the Dark Knight’s persona to chat casually with the female agent.
White Wolf, who rarely showed his face, could do whatever he wanted.