To put it simply, if the Destroyer was a boss with 10,000 HP, Luke's last attack would have dealt at least a few hundred damage.
This was the damage caused by the combination of Elementary Annihilation and Predator Technology.
It was an offensive method that Luke had come up with himself, which proved that his all-nighters hadn't been in vain.
But that was all.
Compared to Thor, who had killed the Destroyer with one ultimate move, this attack power really wasn't enough.
However, Luke had enough confidence.
His Mental Strength was only 40, and the power of Elementary Annihilation would increase as his Mental Strength increased.
Secondly, Elementary Annihilation was just an ability that he had developed.
It had only been half a year since he had obtained this ability.
He would definitely be able to obtain more abilities in the future. At that time, it was unknown how many more powerful abilities he would be able to develop.
If he had some spatial portal ability, he could directly throw the Destroyer into some corner of the universe …
Hm, forget it. He didn't have much hope for spell-related abilities.
So far, only Elementary Telekinesis was a little like a spell, and his other abilities were based on his physical attributes.
Perhaps it would be possible for him to learn spatial abilities when his mental attribute could distort time and space.
This kind of ability had an extremely slim chance of obtaining, so he had always held the attitude that he was lucky to obtain it. Otherwise, he would really be depressed to death.
In conclusion, he could only say that the results were okay, the future was promising, and he was currently weak.
Of course, this was based on the Destroyer.
If it were any other superhuman on Earth who faced the Destroyer, there was a 99.99% chance that they would die on the spot and be instantly cremated.
Most superhumans wouldn't even be able to survive a few seconds in front of the Destroyer before they were reduced to ashes.
In the afternoon, Luke reviewed the situation and Selina trained.
In the evening, he told Selina about the Destroyer and Asgard, and they discussed and analyzed the various details of Thor's arrival.
Just like that, the first day of the new year passed peacefully and satisfactorily.
…
On the morning of January 2nd, Luke looked at his inventory, which was still being modified and couldn't be checked. He wasn't too surprised; instead, he was a little surprised.
This should be a good thing! Perhaps the longer it took, the stronger the modifications would be.
After breakfast with Selina, Luke and Selina arrived at the Detective Bureau half an hour early, which was rare.
As usual, when he handed the snacks to Connie, the female detective in charge of intelligence gathering and analysis looked at the two of them, who were in a good mood, and suddenly asked, "You still don't know about John, right?"
Stumped for a moment, Luke immediately shook his head. "We went back to our hometown for the holidays. There's a lot to do at home, so we only sent a group message to congratulate you. We just arrived in New York yesterday."
Connie nodded and pushed Luke and Selina's boxes to a corner behind her. She took out a bag of cranberry cookies and took a bite before she said in a low voice, "You should ask after him. He didn't have a good Christmas break."
Luke was stunned. "What happened to him?"
Connie showed a sympathetic expression. "On Christmas Eve, he took a plane to reunite with his ex-wife and daughter, but …"
Luke and Selina remembered at the same time that a plane had crashed on Christmas Eve. They were shocked. "Could it be that his wife and daughter …"
Connie seemed to understand what they were thinking and quickly shook her head. "No, they weren't on the plane that fell. But the plane they were on circled in the air for quite a while, and only made an emergency landing when it ran out of fuel. But John was also injured, but he insisted on coming to work today. "
Luke scratched his head. "That's also very dangerous. John's luck … "
"Sigh …" All three of them couldn't help but sigh.
John had gone to Los Angeles to look for his wife last Christmas Eve, but they had run into the robbery at Nakatomi Plaza and almost died.
It wouldn't be like last time, would it?
Would John's Christmas Eve be poisoned?
With that question in mind, Luke and Selina didn't wait for John, but were caught by Dustin, who had also arrived early.
While they were talking, Dustin walked in quickly. When he saw Luke, Selina, and the brown paper bag on Connie's desk, he picked up a bag of biscuits and asked, "Cranberry biscuits?"
Connie, the intelligence expert, immediately handed him another bag. "This one is almond and walnut."
Luke said decisively, "There's still some left. Let's have two bags."
Dustin sometimes had difficulty choosing, so Luke simply helped him save time.
After a brief hesitation, Dustin put the cranberry cookie back. "We'll talk about it in the afternoon."
Watching the three of them go to the office, Connie smacked her lips. "Boss … is very particular."
Like Luke had said, he always had extra desserts every time, and everyone in the office could have one each.
But there were basically no days when everyone in the Detective Bureau came to the office. There would always be an extra thirty to fifty snacks, which were left for the detectives who were working overtime.
Nobody deliberately took more. If they were hungry and wanted to eat, they could get one from Connie.
It wasn't a big deal for Dustin to take one more, but he would rather take it in the afternoon after the snacks were distributed in the morning, because he didn't want to break the rules.
Connie had nothing to say about that.
It was a good thing to have a boss like this.
Luke didn't close the door when he entered Dustin's office.
Dustin didn't look serious today. There was clearly a case, but it wasn't a big problem.
Sure enough, Dustin poured himself a cup of hot coffee as he ate the cookies and said, "There's a case file on the right side of my desk. Take a look and see if you're interested."
Luke picked up the case file, which wasn't too thick, and opened it for a moment. "A gang killing?"
Dustin returned with a cup of coffee and sat down to enjoy his breakfast. "Yes. There was a large-scale gunfight at a nightclub last night. Many witnesses reported that at least twenty people were killed, but the patrol officers didn't find a single body when they arrived. "
Luke curled his lip. "You're very professional at cleaning the floor."
Dustin said, "That's the property of the Tarasov family in Russia. They have the ability. However, the people they've messed with this time are even more ruthless. "
Luke closed the case file. "Then we'll just check it out?"
Dustin nodded. "Just handle the job."
Luke nodded. "Got it. Let's make a trip."
Dustin nodded in satisfaction as he watched Luke and Selina walk out of the office.
Even if it was just a case, they still had to touch the Tarasov family.
Ordinary detectives weren't strong enough, and if they didn't have enough confidence in such a major case, it would be very easy for them to lose face.
It didn't matter if they lost face, but only the detectives themselves knew that.
If it was handed over to some stupid detectives, they might really catch the murderer. For example, a balding middle-aged man who was about to come to work today might do something so stupid.
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