Chapter 1228 - Meeting the Old Man and the Blonde Again

The next morning, Selina asked Luke, “What’s wrong?”

As he ate, Luke replied casually, “Well, the thing we caught last night wasn’t the only monster. Another one appeared in Brooklyn.”

Selina nodded and frowned. “I don’t think there are many monsters like that, right? Otherwise, we would’ve found them sooner.”

Luke said, “There are very few of them. I screened the intelligence last night. There are over ten possible incidents over the last six months in various cities throughout America.”

Selina thought for a moment. “Actually, if we hadn’t gotten involved, that tyrannosaur Bruce in L.A. wouldn’t have exposed himself, right?”

Luke nodded. “Don’t forget the old Asian guy with the banana and the blonde woman. They’re a secret organization which specializes in hunting these sorts of undying monsters. One shot and there’s no proof. Smartphones weren’t widespread before, and video evidence is hard to come by.”

Selina asked, “What are you going to do?”

Luke shrugged. “I’ve already put two single black net launchers along with a reinforced version in the car. However, I don’t think we should use the reinforced version unless necessary.”

Selina asked, “Why?”

Luke said, “See for yourself later.”

Half an hour later, Selina went to the garage on the first floor and took out the reinforced black net launcher from the backseat. She spun it in front of her and looked at it in surprise. “Wow, this guy is so cool.”

What could Luke say?

The reinforced version basically looked like an MK19 grenade launcher, except for its 50mm barrel.

Also, it had an ammo belt.

This also meant that as long as the ammo belt was full, the launcher could be fired continuously.

It was for that reason that Luke reminded Selina not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Anyone with a brain would know that this thing was very expensive.

It was impossible for NYPD to have such insane equipment. It would be very conspicuous if they used it.

It was just that safety was the number one priority for Luke, and it was always better to be prepared. Otherwise, two single black net launchers would be enough.

…

That night, nothing happened when Luke was out on police patrol.

His clone, however, caught another undying monster during its nightly patrol.

While Luke was tying up the skinny, three-meter-tall monster like a sausage with his rope dart, two “acquaintances” appeared — an old Asian man in a fisherman’s hat and a blonde woman in a golden wrap dress.

Looking at the toy banana that the woman was holding, Luke’s mind raced, and he suddenly stood in front of the monster to block the light blue, almost incorporeal bullet.

The next moment, Luke was stunned.

System: Special fusion-type mental energy has been detected. A portion of the fusion energy has been copied and can be used.

What the hell? He looked at the old man and the blonde, only to see different expressions on their faces.

The old man had a wry smile on his face, as if he wanted to say something.

The blonde, however, was very unhappy. “Damn it, why are you messing around?! You’re wasting my bullets. We have a quota. There are so many Deados and we don’t have enough bullets left.”

Everything she said after “wasting my bullets” turned into an alien language. Luke had no idea what she was saying.

The blonde didn’t care if he understood or not. She again pulled the trigger on the banana in her hand, and another blue bullet shot out.

This time, Luke didn’t stop her.

The blue bullet brushed past his head and hit the monster.

The first bullet had been aimed at the monster’s chest, and Luke had blocked it.

The second bullet was aimed at the three-meter-tall monster’s head; Luke wouldn’t be able to block it unless he raised his hands.

Bang!

The monster’s body twisted and turned, before it froze. With a scream, it then exploded into grayish-black smoke which quickly turned grayish-white and disappeared into thin air.

Luke waved his hand and the rope dart flew back to him.

Putting the rope dart back into his waistband, he stared at them with the blood-red lenses on his mask. “Who are you?”

Blondie: “It’s none of your business. Go beat up some hooligans. Hmph, don’t bother us… mmf.”

The old man covered the blonde’s mouth, and smiled awkwardly. “I’m sorry, but she’s going through menopause. However, we’re from a special department. If you run into another monster like this, you can let us know.”

Luke’s interest was piqued. “How? Do I call you, or send a message?”

The old man searched his pocket and then took out something black, which he tossed to Luke.

Luke caught it. “Is this… a pager?”

Although his face was completely covered by the helmet, the old man opposite him seemed to be able to sense his “Are you f*cking kidding me?” expression. He explained, “Do you see the three buttons? From left to right, if you press the first button, we’ll come and detain the suspect. If you press the second button, you can call us. The third button is for sending a message.”

Luke couldn’t help but curse inwardly. But why a pager? Is there something wrong with your brain?

He nodded and put away the satellite phone that had been mercilessly modified to look like a pager. “What are they?”

The old man was a little helpless. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, but you wouldn’t be able to understand.”

Luke said, “Huh? Then tell me, and let’s see if I get it.”

The old man said, “Fine, they’re actually *%$#. Did you get that?”

Luke: “…I really didn’t. What alien planet are you from?”

The old man spread his hands. “So, there’s nothing I can do. As long as I #$%*%, you won’t be able to understand.”

Luke nodded thoughtfully. “I think I know what’s going on. Okay, we’ll keep in touch.”

With that, flames spurted out of his back and he shot into the sky. Once he was ten meters away, he turned off the engine and glided away.

The old man watched Luke leave enviously and murmured, “Flying is really cool. If I were still alive, I would definitely be a hardcore Batman fan… Ouch.”

The old man was hit and he fell to the ground. The blonde pulled her fist back angrily. “I’m a f*cking man. If you dare put your hand over my mouth again, I’ll tie you up and drag you behind the car for a whole day.”

The old man covered his face aggrievedly. “Who told you to keep talking nonsense? Batman isn’t a bad person. He can help us lock onto these Deados. Why are you so foul-mouthed? Are you jealous that he’s more handsome than you?”

The blonde snorted and didn’t say anything. He turned around and walked back to his car.

The old man got up and followed him. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed?”

Blondie: “Bullsh*t. Why would I be embarrassed?”

The old man said, “He’s not a police officer, but an envoy of justice. You were a police officer back then, but because you were greedy…”

The old man covered his head and crouched down again.

The blonde drew back her fist. “You talk too much.”

The old man plaintively got up again and sat in the passenger seat. “We can talk things out. Why are you so unreasonable?”