Super Detective in the Fictional World

o resist special forces, and had many weaknesses.
For someone as extraordinary as Luke, there were too many holes he could take advantage of.

Exerting force, he crawled swiftly through a shallow sewer, his immense strength and reactions preventing him from being soaked in the muddy sewage like an ordinary soldier would.

He would have to get into the car later, and didn’t want to get all dirty.

It only took him two seconds to make his way through the twenty-meter-long sewer.
Passing through an area on the perimeter which didn’t have any cover, Luke hid behind a low wooden wall.

“Two enemies on the roof to your left.
A pickup armed with a machine gun around the corner to your right.” The alerts came through Luke’s earpiece.

He bent low and moved forward, out of the line of sight of the two men on the roof.

Finding a back door, he gently used force and opened it soundlessly.

There was nobody inside.

Walking in, he went up to the front window.
Craning his neck slightly, he examined the environment and people inside the stronghold.

Luke now had a better look at the defensive setup here, and there was one word to describe it – crap.

Whoever formulated the defense plan was quite good; unfortunately, the people implementing it were just amateurs.
They were sloppy and slacking off, resulting in a vulnerable stronghold which could have otherwise been properly defended.

Dito Flores really wasn’t a man who knew how to use people properly.
But thinking about it, Mexican drug dealers currently had yet to absorb members of the army and police forces in large numbers, so their crappy fighting strength was understandable.

After observing for a while, Luke carried on with his operation.

He couldn’t touch the guards who were out in the open yet.
Killing them was as good as announcing that someone had snuck in.

What he was focused on was several men moving things behind a nearby building.
Different from the other buildings that were made from wood, this was a concrete building, and five to six men were moving several hard, black, long and thick weapons out.

They were RPG-75.
This was the favorite heavy-duty firepower weapon of private forces.
It was cheap, useful and easily accessible.

Luke’s Sharp Nose detected gun oil, gunpowder and a mix of other scents from the building behind the men.

This suggested that the building was an armoury.

But weren’t these guys acting too scared?

They were only dealing with Martin and Roger on the surface.
Why were they moving RPGs?

It wasn’t like Roger and Martin were going to attack them in an armored car.

Mocking inwardly, Luke stealthily made his way to the building.

Leaning against the back wall of the concrete building, Luke’s Sharp Nose confirmed that a lot of things were stashed in the building, and the criminals were only moving a small portion out.
However, this building only had one entrance, through which the men were busy moving stuff out.
Seeing them move weapons out without stopping, Luke felt a little helpless.
There were just two attackers outside, how much firepower did they need? He saw quite a few large boxes of machine gun ammo belts.
Luke rolled his eyes.
These ammo belts were pretty good.

Ten minutes to load and ten seconds to shoot; that was how machine guns worked.

That was also why Luke had always favored precision over quantity.
Loading wasted too much time.

More importantly, he had yet to run into an enemy for which he needed a machine gun to deal with.

Fortunately, two minutes after he made his way over, the men were finally done loading up the car and they drove off.

At the same time, Luke darted out from the side to enter the concrete building.