Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 1427: Uncle Frank: Motherf*cker

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

New York was still gloomy the next day, and it was drizzling.

Frank was punching a sandbag in the training room when the doorbell rang.

When he opened the door, Puncher, who was wearing the same gray hoodie, raised the paper bag in his hand. “Want some?”

Expressionless, Frank turned to the side and let him in. “I’ve eaten.”

Luke walked in. “Then do you need me to set some aside for you for lunch?”

Frank just shook his head and closed the door. They sat on the living room couch.

Luke took out a cheeseburger from the big paper bag and took a bite. “How was your break?”

Frank: “Not bad.”

Luke reached for a remote on the coffee table and pressed a button, and the windows immediately turned into one-way glass.

Throwing the remote aside, he took out a phone from his backpack and tossed it to Frank. “There’s a rough layout of the situation in there. Take a look first. If there aren’t any problems, we can start preliminary preparations.”

Frank took the phone, found an “action plan” file on the screen, and opened it.

On the side, Luke unhurriedly finished five cheeseburgers in one go.

Frank finished skimming the document and looked up at him. “You’re sure? We have to protect the citizens of Manhattan and plan how to fend off tens of thousands of enemies? They also have airships that are far more technologically advanced than F4s? A conservative estimate is that there are more than 500 of them, and… hm, an unknown number of Helicarrier-type aircraft?”

Luke nodded calmly. “That’s right.”

After a brief silence, Frank decided to ask more clearly, “What is a Helicarrier? An aircraft carrier?”

Luke nodded calmly again. “More or less. It can fly and launch a bunch of fighter jets and soldiers.”

No matter how calm Frank was, he felt like beating someone up now. “Are you sure you’re not talking about a sci-fi movie? How can there be Helicarriers on Earth?”

Despite America’s claim to be the best in research, there was no news of such a thing.

It was nonsense to say that someone would attack Manhattan with more than one of these things.

Luke thought for a moment, then took out another cheeseburger and took a bite. “Hm, SHIELD might have one.”

“Uh… What?” Frank was shocked. “They have something like that?”

Luke said, “Maybe. At least, they have the technology to make it possible.”

Frank didn’t say anything else, but his eyes flickered.

Luke didn’t press him and continued eating his cheeseburger.

Even dear Uncle Frank needed time to accept such an unbelievable thing; he wouldn’t be an Earthling otherwise.

After a while, Frank got up and went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. He opened it and took a sip.

After a brief silence, he asked, “Is that why you came to me?”

Luke patted his hands clean. “Of course. There would be no need for a superhero team to carry out this special combat mission against an ordinary opponent.”

Frank had also thought the same thing during this period of time.

Unless it was a formidable opponent, there was no way Batman would be willing to be a soldier under his command.

He and Batman didn’t know each other at all.

How could Batman entrust his life to a stranger unless it was absolutely necessary?

As for why they were looking for him, the reason was very simple.

The other party needed a commander who could find flaws in the enemy’s defense while at an absolute disadvantage, and turn the tide.

He had to use the decapitation strike strategy in leading this team of superheroes.

Otherwise, even a dozen superheroes under his command wouldn’t be able to fight and win against tens of thousands of opponents who completely controlled the skies.

Once they stepped up, the enemy just needed to mobilize a little more force and firepower to crush them. Superheroes or not, they would be helpless.

Special ops teams weren’t divine weapons. On the contrary, there were always huge risks on the battlefield.

One small mistake and the entire team could be wiped out.

Furthermore, the enemy wasn’t some weak chicken, but an army with extraordinary technology, which would only further reduce the team’s chances of survival.

Thinking for a moment, he looked at Luke and asked, “Exactly what do you know? I need information on the distribution of weapons and manpower.”

Luke finally smiled bitterly and spread his hands. “That’s the problem.”

Frank had a bad feeling. “What do you mean?”

Luke said, “This is probably all the information I have on the other party. If you have to add a description, you can think of them as… an alien fleet.”

Frank’s eyes widened. “What?”

He hadn’t expected such a ridiculous answer.

Luke affirmed again, “Yes, they’re an alien fleet that can travel through space; they definitely aren’t new recruits.”

“Motherf*cker!” Frank finally spat out.

…

It wasn’t long before Luke left the temporary safe house Frank was staying at, and he headed for the real combat center.

The combat center was located in the outskirts of North Bergen, New Jersey, where Elena’s college was located.

However, the east and west areas were pretty far apart, and the combat center was closer to Manhattan.

Luke had started building this place months ago.

It used to be a machine processing plant, but after Luke acquired it under an alias, he spent a month doing a massive rehaul.

Before it could reopen, however, it was declared that there was no more capital coming in, and construction couldn’t continue for the time being.

After consuming a large amount of machinery and raw materials, the factory suspended operations for now.

However, the new boss hadn’t declared bankruptcy yet, so there were still professional security guards watching the place.

The security guards were very familiar with Mr. Riddle, the person-in-charge who came by every now and then.

Today, Mr. Riddle had brought a new face, Mr. Hammersmith, with him. He told the security guards that this was the factory’s new manager, and that he was responsible for safeguarding everything here.

In other words, this Mr. Hammersmith was the four security guards’ superior.

Looking at their new boss, who simply nodded and left, the four security guards had a bad feeling. This Mr. Hammersmith didn’t seem easy to get along with.

Thankfully, Mr. Riddle was as understanding as ever. He pulled the team leader to one side and explained some things.

The main thing was that Mr. Hammersmith was a little rigid in temperament. As long as they listened to him, everything would be fine.

The security contract was for a year, and if they performed well, they might even be able to switch to a long-term contract of three to five years.

The security guards finally relaxed.

North Bergen was a little boring compared with the hustle and bustle of New York, but they were very content with their lives here, and this was a pretty good gig.

If they lost this job, who knew if they would be able to find something just as good..

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