Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 371 Night Massacre in the Wet Mountain Woods Stab!

A weapon pierced her chest, pinning her in the mud.

Looking at the face of the tall stranger, who had lowered his head, she murmured, “PPlease… Let me go! I’m still a kid…”

Stab! Stab! Stab!

Three more enormous wounds appeared in the kid’s chest. Her eyes widened, and she struggled to exhale one last breath, before she stopped moving

The tall stranger pulled his weapon out of the mud and didn’t even give her a second glance before he strode off.

A few minutes later, there was the sound of gunfire in the woods, mixed with panicked shouts and the sounds of running, before a blood-curdling scream rang out.

Five people suddenly burst out of the woods in the rain.

They were none other than the county officers, Lucas Barton among them. Luke nimbly ran dozens of meters in front of them. He spared the officers a mere glance, before he narrowed his eyes and looked behind them.

Clap! Boom! Thunder rumbled, and the woods lit up at a bolt of lightning Luke curled his lip. The whole thing was getting more and more interesting.

Under the lightning, a large man who was two meters tall approached the four officers in huge strides.

He suddenly paused, and turned his head to the side.

Surprised, Luke quietly moved from the side up ahead until he was in front of the officers.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that in this situation, he would still be faster than the officers, even if he were running backward.

The tall stranger paused for only a moment before he started moving again. That was understandable, since Luke was now moving in the same direction as the officers, and the stranger could only follow.

Looking at the five officers running in a panic behind him, Luke stayed ahead of them and moved unhurriedly.

He wasn’t interested in becoming the scapegoat for these officers who meant him harm.

The tall person didn’t run, but his steps were astonishingly steady and he never fell, so he was about as fast as a regular person jogging.

The officers could put on a burst of speed for a short period of time, but they couldn’t keep it up for very long. Also, due to the storm and the mud, they fell every now and then, and couldn’t maintain their momentum.

At that point, the five officers were scared witless and panting for breath as they looked back at the dark woods behind them.

Suddenly, one of the officers cried out in alarm, “He… He’s here! He’s right behind us!”

Swoosh!

A dark object flew out of the woods and hit the officer in his chest, sending him flying.

Dum!

He was pinned to a tree several meters away by the thing

Eyes wide open, the officer looked at his chest wound, blood bubbling out of his mouth.

“H- Help…” His head dropped, and he stopped moving.

Led by Lucas Barton, the other officers simply looked at the dead man, then ran even faster.

As outstanding examples of dirty cops, these officers all understood one thing: In the face of an undefeatable enemy, the best solution… was to outrun your comrades.

Better they die than you.

The tall stranger was still pressing forward. When he passed the body of the officer pinned to the tree, he drew the weapon out of 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.