Chapter 1035: New Case on the Tarasov Family

To put it simply, if the Destroyer was a boss with 10,000 HP, Luke would have taken at least a few hundred HP from it.

This was the damage from a combination of Elementary Annihilation and Predator technology.

This was an attack method which Luke had invented himself; his sleepless nights hadn’t been for nothing.

But that was all there was to it.

Compared with Thor, who wiped out the Destroyer with one big move, this attack really wasn’t enough.

However, Luke had enough confidence.

His Mental Strength was only at level 40, but the power of Elementary Annihilation would increase as his Mental Strength increased.

Secondly, Elementary Annihilation was just an ability which he had developed.

It had only been half a year since he obtained this ability.

He would definitely be able to obtain more abilities in the future. At that time, who knew how many more powerful abilities he would be able to develop.

If he had some sort of s.p.a.ce portal ability, he could directly throw the Destroyer into some corner of the universe…

Hm, forget it. He didn’t have much hope when it came to magical abilities.

Until now, the only ability he had which was a little like magic was his Elementary Telekinesis. His other abilities were all extensions of his physical attributes.

Perhaps, he would only be able to learn spatial abilities once his Mental Strength could twist time and s.p.a.ce.

His att.i.tude toward this sort of ability, which he had an extremely slim chance of acquiring, was that if he got it, he could only consider himself lucky. Thinking otherwise would really depress him to death.

In summary, the results were acceptable, the future was promising, and he was currently a weak chicken.

Of course, this was a conclusion based on the Destroyer.

If it were some other superhuman on Earth who had faced the Destroyer, there was a 99.99% chance that they would have been instantly incinerated on the spot.

Most superhumans wouldn’t survive even a few seconds in front of the Destroyer. One shot, and they would be reduced to ashes.

In the afternoon, Luke got busy again while Selina trained.

At night, he told Selina about the Destroyer and Asgard, and the two of them talked and a.n.a.lyzed the various details of Thor’s arrival.

The first day of the new year pa.s.sed in a peaceful and productive manner.

…

On the morning of 2 January, Luke looked at his inventory, which was still being modified and couldn’t be checked. It wasn’t too unexpected, and instead, he was pleasantly surprised.

This should be a good thing! Perhaps, the longer it took, the stronger the inventory’s functions would be.

After breakfast with Selina, they showed up at HQ half an hour early.

After giving the snacks to Connie as usual, this female detective who was in charge of gathering and a.n.a.lyzing intelligence suddenly asked, “You don’t know about John yet, do you?”

Stumped for a moment, Luke immediately shook his head. “We went back to our hometown for the holidays. We were busy with family and things, so we only sent New Year greetings by text to everyone. We only just got back to New York yesterday.”

Connie nodded and pushed the box from Luke and Selina into a corner behind her. She took a bite of her cranberry cookie and said in a low voice, “You should go and say hi. He didn’t have a good Christmas break.”

Luke was stumped. “What happened?”

Connie looked sympathetic. “He took a plane to D.C. on Christmas Eve to reunite with his ex-wife and daughter, but —”

Luke and Selina both recalled that there seemed to have been a plane crash on Christmas Eve. They were shocked. “His ex-wife and daughter didn’t…”

Connie seemed to understand what they were thinking, and quickly shook her head. “No, they weren’t on the plane that crashed, but the plane they were on was also in the air for a while, and only made an emergency landing when it was about to run out of fuel. However, John’s injuries aren’t light, yet he insisted on coming to work today.”

Luke scratched his head. “That’s dangerous too. John’s luck…”

The three people present couldn’t help but sigh.

Last Christmas Eve, John had gone to Los Angeles to look for his wife, only to encounter a robbery at Nakatomi Plaza. The couple had almost died.

Would it be like last time?

Was John’s Christmas Eve jinxed?

Luke and Selina pondered this, but before they could see John, Dustin got hold of them first.

While Luke, Selina and Connie were talking, Dustin came in from outside and took out a cookie from the paper bag that was on Connie’s table. “Cranberry?”

Connie promptly gave him another bag. “This is almond and walnut.”

Luke said decisively, “There’s plenty; take both.”

Dustin occasionally had difficulty choosing, so Luke simply saved him time.

After a brief hesitation, Dustin put the cranberry cookie back. “We’ll see in the afternoon.”

Watching the three of them go to Dustin’s office, Connie smacked her lips and said, “Boss… you’re very particular.”

As Luke had said, he always had plenty; there was enough to give everyone in the department a portion.

However, on days when not everyone was in the department, there would be thirty to fifty extra portions, which were given to the detectives who worked overtime.

No one deliberately took more. When they were hungry and wanted to eat, they would go to Connie and get a portion.

Dustin didn’t mind getting another portion, but he would rather wait until the snacks were distributed in the morning and then come back in the afternoon, since he didn’t want to break the rule.

Connie had nothing to say to that.

It was good to have such a boss.

Luke didn’t close the door when he entered Dustin’s office.

Dustin’s expression today wasn’t serious. Clearly, there was a case, but it wasn’t a big problem.

Sure enough, Dustin poured himself a cup of hot coffee while he ate the biscuits, and said, “The file on the right on my table; are you interested?”

Luke opened the file, which wasn’t too thick, and read for a moment. “A gang murder?”

Dustin came back with coffee and sat down to enjoy his breakfast. “Yes. There was a large-scale gunfight at a nightclub last night, and more than twenty people were killed. The patrol officers didn’t find any bodies.”

Luke curled his lip. “What a professional clean-up.”

Dustin said, “That’s what the Tarasov family does in Russia. However, the person they’ve provoked this time is even more vicious.”

Luke closed the file. “Should we just do a cursory investigation?”

Dustin nodded. “No need to be too thorough in your investigation.”

Luke nodded. “Got it. Let’s go.”

Dustin nodded in satisfaction as Luke and Selina left the office.

Even if they handled this case cursorily, it was still the Tarasov family which they had to deal with.

Ordinary detectives didn’t have enough poise or confidence to handle a major case like this, and would be easily embarra.s.sed.

That wasn’t a problem, since only the detective involved would know.

But if the case was handed to certain detectives, they might really catch the murderer. For example, a certain middle-aged bald man who had come to work today might do something this stupid.

It would be troublesome if a certain abrasive detective got into a conflict with the Tarasov family and was killed.