Super Detective in the Fictional World

the officer’s chest and continued his pursuit.

Seeing this, Luke rejoiced that he hadn’t joined the battle recklessly.

This guy could unexpectedly throw his weapon with such terrifying power and speed.

At that moment, Lucas Barton and the rest had finally reached their cars, and they hurriedly fumbled for the keys.

Luke was hiding on the other side of the cars.
He looked at the dark, wet woods behind the four officers.

Clap! Boom! There was another burst of thunder.

Lucas Barton finally found his key and pressed it.

The car beeped, and the doors unlocked.

Thunder rolled again at that moment, and he suddenly sensed something flying away next to him.

He turned to the side, only to see that his loyal subordinate next to him had disappeared.

He subconsciously looked to the front, only to see his subordinate pinned to the ground by a black weapon in his neck.

In the light of a lightning strike, he could see the desperation in his subordinate’s eyes.
The man was trying to speak, but could only cough out dark red blood.

All of Barton’s pores contracted.
Moving faster, he opened the door and tried to stick the key into the ignition with a trembling hand.

But it took him several tries to do something that was usually so easy.

Not far away, another of his subordinates got into the other car and started it.
Lucas Barton could even hear his joyful cheer.

Gritting his teeth, Lucas Barton calmed down and lowered his head to see where the ignition was.
Feeling it out with his left hand, he finally stuck the key in with this right hand.

Suddenly, there was a cry of fear.

Lucas Barton raised his head, only to see the tall stranger punch through the window of the other police car that had just started up.

The next moment, the officer was hauled out through the window and flung backward.

“Ahhhh…” After a drawn-out scream, Lucas Barton’s subordinate smashed heavily into a tree ten meters away, and no longer made a sound.

Looking at his subordinate, who was wrapped around the tree in the shape of a reverse C, Lucas Barton thought he could almost hear bones breaking.

“Hurry! Hurry up and start, damn it!” he muttered as he turned the key violently and stepped on the clutch and the gas pedal; it felt like it was taking forever for the engine to start up.

The car finally started up, and Lucas Barton immediately started to drive off.

But the tall stranger suddenly appeared in front of his car and thrust an enormous tree branch at the windshield.

Lucas Barton cried out in shock and leaned to the side.

Bang! The windshield shattered.
Sensing excruciating pain in his right shoulder, he screamed and subconsciously stomped on the gas pedal, propelling the car forward.
The tall stranger was hit and fell to the ground.

But Lucas Barton failed to escape.

He had hit the gas pedal so hard that the car struck a tree next to the road and spun a few times before coming to a stop.

The other officer was so frightened that he fled immediately when Lucas Barton was attacked.

He completely forgot that he couldn’t outrun the tall stranger on foot; he just wanted to get as far away from this place as possible.

Luke stared calmly at the tall stranger on the ground; he had no intention of taking action.

The tall stranger was still for a moment, but suddenly straightened, and slowly got up.