Super Detective in the Fictional World

"Wait, they are my target," said the pink-blue T-shirt with a low voice.

Luke shrugged. "Sorry, they're my target too, so ... see who's coming."

Then he opened a door and rushed in, and Dang Dang came out.

The pink blue T-shirt was annoyed: "Live, right?" He yanked a long knife from his back and rushed into the other room door.

After making two small sounds, he drilled out, and the knife in his hand dripped blood: "I will too."

Luke glanced at him, pushed in again, and went into the next room.

Dangdang!

Pink blue T-shirt furious: "I fight with you!"

Then he got into the next room, too!

Within two minutes, the two had cleared the room on the third floor.

The third floor is a place similar to a dormitory. Most rooms have people, and there is more than one.

The pink blue T-shirt is proud: "Fifteen to twelve, I'm only three away. You have to ... FUXK! Don't run."

While he was talking, Luke jumped down to the second floor and knocked two guarding gangsters to death.

The pink blue T-shirt also chased up. The two just split the room from the entrance of the stairs, and one cleared half.

In the end, the two were completed almost simultaneously.

Pink blue T-shirt: "Haha, it's tied, twenty to twenty."

Luke shrugged, because there were three people missing from the room on his side, and it wasn't that the cleaning was slower than the other side.

Besides, he didn't do his best, it wasn't necessary.

Tonight is a lively night.

His original plan for another major disappearance case did not work.

Taking advantage of the pink blue T-shirt nonsense, he jumped down the first floor, threw the baseball bat in his hand, and knocked a gangster.

The pink-blue T-shirt glared, "Will you throw a weapon? Me too."

Huh!

The long knife came out of his hand and nailed another gangster to the wall.

Luke smiled, slowly grabbed a table knife on the table, and flicked his wrist.

Huh!

I was watching TV just now, and when I heard the noise, a gangster who just turned around turned the knife in his head and fell on his back.

Pink blue T-shirt froze: "Ah, you ..."

Then he saw Luke again picking up another table knife from the table.

Huh!

The second gangster just stood up, opened his mouth to call, and touched the gun at his waist, and was shot with a knife in his throat.

"You! Lai! Leather!" The pink blue T-shirt was furious: "How can you eat a knife?"

Luke spread his hands, a "I'm so hanging" style.

Pink blue T-shirt gritted his teeth and pulled a gun out of his waist.

boom! boom!

Two gangsters who heard the movement and looked out from the side looked at their heads blooming and fell to the ground.

"It's a tie again!" The pink blue T-shirt looked at provocatively: "Who made you cheat! Everyone use cold weapons to play well, isn't it?"

Luke shook his head and pulled on the thigh holsters on both sides, with both guns in his hands.

Both inside and outside the house were startled by the two gunshots just now, and tonight it was destined to make a big noise.

Pop! Pop!

Luke fired at the same time, killing two gangsters who dared to enter.

The pink blue T-shirt was shocked: "How can you use two guns? I only used one gun."

Mainly ... he brought a gun and a knife, which was enough for normal tasks.

But now it hurts because Luke had two guns and fired very fast.

Pop! Pop!

Two gangsters who reached the window and looked at the hall fell down.

Luke tilted his head, looked at the pink-blue T-shirt not far away, and suddenly raised his hand, comparing four fingers.

Pink blue T-shirt gritted his teeth: "How dare you cheat like this!

Yelling, he rushed to grab a pistol on a gangster's body, slammed the floor glass of the hall, and broke into the courtyard.

Poppy! Bang Bang!

Ahhhhh!

The fierce crossfire sounded, and the pink-blue T-shirt carried guns directly, walking around the building, killing the bandits, and killing the gangsters who heard the gunfire.

With a smile, Luke smiled, went out of the door, and began to scramble for experience points.

In the courtyard, I heard the pink blue T-shirt shouting from time to time: "28 to 30, I'm going to catch up with you."

"Thirty-two is thirty-three, just one."

"Damn, thirty-five is thirty-six."

Within two minutes, a large number of guards outside were all emptied.

Luke inserted the two guns back into the holster with interest, staring at the scolding pink-blue T-shirt not far away.

"Damn, what a **** thing! Why aren't there anymore, don't you have a lot of black bones? Why did you die so soon! You waste ah ah ah!" A headshot was pulled by him. The gangster was shaken frantically by his hands around his neck.

Luke unhurriedly took out the fake cell phone, typed it, and played: "Forty to forty-one."

The pink blue T-shirt slammed and jumped up: "I'm not going to lose that much." As he said, he ran violently, stepping up a few steps to climb up the corner of the second floor.

Ten seconds later, a gunshot came from a room on the fourth floor, and the window opened.

The gang boss's black head was pushed out of the window, and there was already a hole in the black head.

A pink-blue T-shirt wearing a large face mask pressed against this black head and laughed: "Haha, forty-one to forty-one! Tie. I'm Wei ... uh, I'm the strongest killer, I never lose."

Luke reluctantly typed another line on the phone and tapped it to play: "Reminder, you promised me just now, asking for his secret account, half the money."

The window on the fourth floor suddenly became quiet. After a while, the black head was thrown back, and the pink blue T-shirt hugged his head with both hands: "Damn! I forgot, that was a lot of money."

Luke raised his lips and typed another line to play: "Yes, you owe me a lot of money now, Mr. Strongest Killer."

The pink blue T-shirt kneeled down in despair in front of the window: "Oh my God ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Why should I compete with you? Isn't money the most important thing?"

Suddenly he lifted his head, grabbed the edge of the window with both hands, slowly reached out his head, and stared at Luke downstairs with a grieving glance: "Are you a devil? Why are you fighting me?"

Luke shrugged and typed a line: "I never said I would play against you. It was you who said it."

The pink blue T-shirt made a hum, recalled everything that just happened, and found that ... it was a head race that was provoked by himself at the beginning. The other party just said that he would clean up the gangsters.

Is it your problem? No, no! It must be the world that is wrong! He muttered in his heart like this.

"Mr. Strongest Killer, wouldn't you blame it?" Luke continued to play the words he had just typed.

The pink-blue T-shirt poked his head again with a tangled face: "You, what do you mean?"

"Boss Drey ’s secret account has at least one million US dollars in deposits. According to our agreement, I should get 500,000 for five or five cents. Now, will you give me this money?" Luke continued to play the voice .