Super Detective in the Fictional World

"Mr. Aoki, I don't care about your head office data, I just need your password." The mellow male voice said.

"What do you want?" Said the old man named Aoki.

"Zhongfu Company has made a lot of money in the past two years, and we know that at the bottom of the building you are building, there is a secret vault with $ 640 million of bearer bonds," said the mellow male voice.

Luke was in his heart: No wonder that there was such a big battle. At least forty gangsters came at once, originally for 640 million.

Bearer bonds may sound very tall, but the Treasury bills issued by China are such things.

But the number of bearer bonds is getting smaller and smaller, because this thing is naturally a good prop to provide criminals with a way to transfer funds, and most countries no longer issue this thing and take back a batch of destruction.

The old man in Aoki over there was angry: "What are you so empty-handed? Just for money?"

"Yes, Mr. Aoki, we just ask for money. It doesn't matter what the others think of us. So tell me the password." The baritone said.

Aoki didn't make a noise.

The baritone sighed, "Okay, did you see this? I counted to three. If you don't say it, I'll do it."

Luke looked out slightly, and found that it was a middle-aged white man with a neat beard. He had the power of a villain. He was holding a pistol at his hand and his muzzle was facing the old Aoki.

How to do? Luke turned in his heart and made a decision almost instantly: Aoki could not be killed here.

If it becomes a murder scene here, it must be turned upside down by the people in the forensics department, and Luke and Jimena will be overwhelmingly happy here.

He wasn't interested in turning his private life into a conversation for Los Angeles police officers.

Such as "Do you know the empty cloth incident on Christmas Eve? A police detective popped on the empty clother's head and lifted his pants to kill all empty clothers." If such a topic spreads, I am afraid it will become Los Angeles The case the police are proud of!

Our detectives, even if they don't wear their pants, can shoot a war with empty cloth elements!

Wanting to reach Stin, he might tell his new detectives about his "great achievements" in the future, and Luke decided to take action.

He walked out of the back door of the conference room with extremely light steps.

This meeting room is actually flush with the office, and the two are separated by glass.

Luke appeared just opposite the gangster, but there was no light here, only a dark shadow. Two steel **** were thrown out suddenly in his gloved hands.

knock! knock!

Two strange sounds, the bearded man and a gunman beside him fainted without even seeing the figure.

Luke drew his pocket again and threw it suddenly. The steel ball stunned another gangster sitting beside him.

He then grabbed the old Aoki man and quickly retreated.

Murder cannot be killed, at least temporarily.

This bearded man is obviously the leader. If he dies, the gangsters holding the hostage number 40 or 50 below do not know what radical action will be taken, or ask the old man about Aoki first.

Luke's action was rapid. Detective John hiding under the table just saw that the two gangsters fell down suddenly, and then the third gangster fell down, and then a dark shadow passed over and dragged Aoki.

"What the hell?" John muttered.

But after a moment, his eyes brightened, he leaned forward quickly, took two of the weapons on the three, and when he took off his shoes, the elevator door snarled, and the two gangsters came in with a slight charge. Already.

Detective John was frightened, barefooted on his hips, carrying his weapon shoes, and slipping away from the other side of the security door.

Luke sent Aoki all the way to the 23rd floor, and looked inside. It was a floor under renovation.

He put the old man down and showed him his credentials: "lapd, Detective Luke, Squad. What the **** is going on here?"

The old man calmed down the ups and downs and stomach, and formally bowed to Luke: "Thank you for your life-saving grace."

Luke waved his hand: "I'm a police officer, this is work. Stop talking nonsense and talk about the intelligence of this group. How much do you know?"

The old man in Aoki shook his head: "I don't know too well. The one headed by is Hans. It seems to be of German descent. They came for the money in the underground vault. Mr. Luke, did you call the police?"

Luke shook his head helplessly, and the old Aoki man didn't know much: "What about their numbers? Weapons? Are they well-trained? How many of you are held by them? You have to tell me first before I can report to the police. Station, send support. "

Aoki quickly said what she saw, and Luke frowned.

Aoki is not familiar with the military, but he is a businessman and has very poisonous eyes.

It is easy to see that these people are not poor ghosts, and they dress well and use equipment.

These people's behavior is also more organized, not like the casual laziness of those black gangs. The talk of several people can tell that they have received a considerable degree of cultural education.

All this shows that this group of guys is not the kind of grass-roots team. They are professional gangsters with clear goals and meticulous division of labor.

Luke frowned. "They can open the vault at the bottom of your building?"

Aoki shook her head: "Even if there are a few doors in front, with a few professional tools, they should be able to be broken and opened in a few hours. But as long as you open the outer doors forcibly, the innermost alloy door will automatically lock unless there is a password. "

Luke: "So they want to catch you?"

Aoki nodded: "Maybe so."

Luke shook his head slightly: "I just felt that Hans was really going to kill you, it was no joke. So your password is not indispensable to them."

Aoki also frowned: "The door on the last floor uses new electromagnetic protection technology, which is difficult to open by ordinary means."

Luke looked at Aoki and had nothing to suggest, so he asked him to find a place to hide, and then came to him after the matter was resolved.

Aoki: "Don't you tell the police?"

Luke nodded: "The signal is not good here. I need to find a place to call. Mr. Aoki, just hide yourself." Then he got up and left.

Luke left the 23rd floor and returned to the 30th floor again.

This time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the gangster guarding the door is gone.

But Luke also heard gunfire on the 34th floor.

That is, he has good ears, and only in the quiet staircase can he hear gunfire.

He froze: Who else is fighting the gangsters?

He thought for a while, and went up to the 34th floor, confirming that there was no one by the door, only slightly opened a gap and looked inside.

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