Super Detective in the Fictional World

ight golden DEA letters on the door, Luke knew where this was.

This was the building where the DEA’s office was located.

Not the whole building belonged to the DEA, but the entrance did.

On the screen, Norman was holding a middle-aged man at gunpoint as he roared with a deranged expression, “How much have I done for you? How much have I made for you? Do you know how much pressure I feel when I help you sell several tons of illegal drugs every year?”

Selina exclaimed in surprise.
“Isn’t this info too explosive?”

Luke chuckled and poured two cups of latte in the kitchen.

Selina took one and asked suspiciously, “Aren’t you in too good a mood?”

Her latte even had a flower pattern in the shape of a cute foam heart.

She would never believe that Luke wasn’t in a good mood.

Luke chuckled.
“You would be happy too if you knew who Norman is holding.”

Selina couldn’t bear to touch the heart.
She put her latte down carefully and asked, “Who’s he?”

Luke said, “Norman’s connection when he sells drugs, and also his boss: Jot Huckleson, the boss of the DEA in New York.”

Selina was stunned.
“Why is Norman holding him at gunpoint? Hm, he doesn’t look as strong as Deputy Director Bill from the DEA in Los Angeles.”

Luke chuckled.
“Jot has a first-class background, but he transferred to a desk job a long time ago because of an injury.
Thanks to the great contributions he made when he was injured, however, his road was smooth sailing and he became the boss of New York’s DEA branch.”

As they spoke, Jot Huckleson’s expression on the screen was especially wonderful.

He was a little panicked, but no more than an ordinary person.

He tried his best to remain calm, but wasn’t succeeding very well.

What was most obvious was his “Are you crazy?” expression, as if he was silently asking Norman the question.

Unfortunately, Norman was holding him from behind and couldn’t see his expression.

Jot could only lower his voice and squeeze out, “Norman, do you know what you’re saying? The DEA hasn’t made a decision on the matter yet! You still have a chance to retire.”

Norman, however, burst out laughing.
“Retire? You’re waiting for an opportunity to silence me, aren’t you? Someone tried to kill me the night I was injured.
If I hadn’t sounded the fire alarm, I would’ve died.”

Jot: “Huh?”

He was dumbfounded by the answer.

As the person most likely to kill off Norman, Joe was sure that he hadn’t sent anyone to kill him.
The fire alarm that night had also been ruled a false alarm.

As for Norman’s claim that someone had tried to kill him, Jot didn’t care at all.

Norman was a drug addict.
When he was delusional, he would often say strange things.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it was too troublesome to groom another “trustworthy” subordinate like this, Jot really wanted to kill Norman now.

The madness on Norman’s face became even more obvious.
“You want me dead, don’t you? Don’t lie to me.
What did you tell Malky? If there’s an opportunity, he can take my place.
Do you think I didn’t know? Haha.”

Jot’s heart jumped.

He really had said that, but how did Norman know? Malky wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell Norman about it, right?

What Jot didn’t know was that Malky had told Luke himself.

Norman observed Jot’s expression from the side behind him, and guessed what he was thinking.
“Haha, you can’t fool me, Jot.
If you want me to die, we’ll die together today.”

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