Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1599 - Cafe's Gundam
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Chapter 1599 - Cafe's Gundam

Chapter 1599 Cafes Gundam

Tokyo was a very interesting place.

Luke found it interesting not because it was prosperous, but because it was crowded.

Where there were a lot of people, there were a lot of things to do, and crime also happened often. Naturally, experience and credit points were everywhere.

Some things were indeed over the top, and some were very bizarre.

Doing good was a walk in the park for Luke. He hid in the dark and threw out small ice beads from afar.

He had as many ice beads as he wanted in his inventory.

He could throw them at will, and they melted automatically.

He hadnt used them before, mainly because they werent heavy enough, and could easily veer off-course over long distances.

With Bullseyes Elementary Precision and his immense Strength, however, he could knock a person out from 50 meters away and not blow their head up.

It wasnt that he sympathized with criminals; if he blew up their heads over ordinary offenses, it would be like sentencing the keyboard warriors in his previous life to death.

The best was to knock people out. It was common for drunkards to collapse at night in Tokyo. As for whether or not these drunkards would be a.s.saulted by other people, that wasnt Lukes problem.

He was too covert at doing good deeds. Neither the offender nor the victim saw the ice beads.

The next day, a lot of ghost stories started to spread in Tokyo. Some were told by the offenders, and some were told by the victims. Both parties were scared witless.

Like what happened in Los Angeles and New York, after Lukes hard work, he added to the urban horror legends in Tokyo.

He didnt care about that. He was just delighted when he saw that he had earned more than 6,000 experience and credit points in one night.

Of course, knocking out offenders on the roadside didnt earn him that much. However, he had taken down three drug nests along the way.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Luke smiled and took a sip of his coffee.

Ah, are you an actor? A girls voice rang out.

Luke turned his head. No. Also, Im not taking photos or exchanging phone numbers. Thank you.

With that, he turned around again and ignored the 27th girl who had come up to talk to him since that morning.

While it was a little interesting for a female customer to chat him up in a maid cafe, that was all there was to it.

Of all the girls he had met yesterday and today, only the young miss in the white dress was just barely to his liking.

But his standards were getting higher and higher, and he wasnt interested in having fun in j.a.pan.

Just Max alone in New York could put 99.99% of these women to shame.

As for this maid cafe Luke couldnt help but sigh.

It could only be said that when 2D turned 3D, it was too easy for a fantasy to shatter.

Even though the cafe he had chosen was the most expensive and best one, the quality of the maids was only average.

As for the other maids he had seen on the way to Akihabara, most of them werent as good as the girls who had hit on him girls who were a little worse wouldnt have the courage to hit on him to begin with.

Of course, these maids were much better than ordinary j.a.panese women, and could deal with geeks and tourists.

On the other hand, the drinks and food in this maid cafe were average.

The coffee ingredients werent bad, but who knew how good the barista was. The latte art wasnt bad; it was just that it didnt suit an American customer like Luke.

He ordered a Blue Mountain coffee and a cappuccino.

The Blue Mountain was for him.

It was common knowledge that the j.a.panese monopolized more than half of the production of genuine Blue Mountain coffee beans.

Luke wondered if they had a special technique for making Blue Mountain coffee.

In the end he couldnt taste a difference. He felt that it was similar to the coffee from the machine in the police departments reception hall.

The cappuccino was sweet and had a thick milky taste.

He was tasting this for Selina. After one sip, Luke immediately refused to take a second mouthful for her.

In the end, there was still the legendary love rice omelet.

The cutest maid in the cafe asked him with sparkling eyes what he wanted written in ketchup on the top of his rice omelet. He hesitated. Anything is fine?

The maid was focused on his face, and she subconsciously nodded. Yes, master. Were very good at what we do.

Luke nodded and pondered for two seconds. Then how about a Wing Gundam Zero EW version?

The maid was speechless.

Looking at her face, Luke nodded regretfully. It doesnt seem thats possible. Then what if I change to a Strike Freedom Gundam?

The maid was speechless.

Luke said helplessly, Forget it. Just draw whatever you want.

Yes, master. The maid left with complicated feelings.

Not long after, she came back with the rice omelet and asked anxiously, Master, are you satisfied with this design?

Looking at the cute and simple h.e.l.lo Kitty + heart design, Luke stopped teasing and nodded slightly to indicate it was fine.

To say that he was satisfied would be looking down on Luke, who liked to research cooking.

But to say that he wasnt satisfied would actually be a little unfair.

Strictly speaking, the selling point of this sort of cafe wasnt the taste of the drinks and food here, but the beautiful girls who could act coyly.

The reason Luke hadnt chosen other shops with better coffee or food was because he wanted to experience this hotspot which geeks in his previous life had bragged about.

This was what travel was like.

If you wanted to sample beautiful scenery and delicious food, you naturally had to endure the possibility that things werent like you imagined, and this was the case most of the time.

When he left the cafe, Luke gave the cute maid a tip.

He didnt want her to look at a rice omelet with tears in her eyes ever again. Also, Luke had turned down the offer to take a photo with her at the beginning with his face, wouldnt taking a photo be like him giving away money?!

So, he chose to give her a generous tip.

Where did the money come from? Naturally, it was sponsored by certain warmhearted organizations in Tokyo.

Compared with the dozen cubic meters of American dollars in his inventory, the yen he had obtained last night wasnt enough to fill a suitcase.

It really wasnt enough for one night.

But if he had nothing to do in the next few days, he could look for the drug traffickers in Tokyo to fund him. That way, there shouldnt be any problems with his travel fund while he was in j.a.pan.

After leaving the cafe, he had nowhere else to go for the time being.

There was a lot to see in Tokyo, but the only things he had been interested in were the cherry blossoms and the maid cafes.

The shrines and temples werent attractive to him, and the modern landmarks were all the same.

So, he found a high-end coffee shop at the top of a building and sat next to a window in a corner.

There werent many pa.s.sers-by here, and women wouldnt approach him every now and then.

Also, the signal from the drones was better here.

Paired with his high vantage point, it made it easier for him to familiarize himself with Tokyos terrain.