Super Detective in the Fictional World

The two strong men next to the tattooed middle-aged man shot without hesitation, and the sound of crackling guns sounded.

When they shot, Luke suddenly moved one meter across, bowed out, and got out of the middle of a tattoo and a strong man, behind them.

Luke pulled the M1911 from the middle-aged tattooed hand without raising the gun, but just turning the muzzle sideways.

boom! boom!

The two strong men with their guns turned back to half, then fell down, each with a hole in their heads.

Luke then sighed again: "So, is it not good to make money? You have to fight and kill." When he said that, the muzzle in his hand was already raised.

The tattooed middle-aged man was sweating profusely, and even if the hair on the back of his head was burnt by the hot muzzle, he was afraid to move.

"Yes, yes, we can talk, we can talk." His eyes winked at the three men on the opposite side, and his body fluttered to the side.

The shirtless youth and another youth across the same side raised their guns.

boom! boom!

A hole appeared in the middle of the two men's foreheads.

Luke froze, lowered his arm, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The tattooed middle-aged buttock who just rushed to the side was shot, and suddenly screamed and covered his buttocks and rolled on the ground.

Luke looked down the door. There was a man there.

This is the only person in the room who didn't raise a gun and who didn't move from start to finish: "Why don't you do it?"

This man was actually the big boy who had received Luke's lollipop, and heard that his lips trembled a few times without a word.

Luke laughed lightly, turning his lollipop from left to right, and lifting a small piece of right cheek: "You are smarter than them ..."

In words, his muzzle spouted flames again.

boom!

The tattooed middle-aged man screamed louder, but was shot in the knee by Luke.

"Smart people will make the right choice at the right time. And you brain ..." Luke squatted, looking at the middle-aged tattoo on the ground with sarcasm: "... even a little Children are worse. "

The tattooed middle-aged man was sweating and moaning painfully in his mouth, but did not forget to intermittently ask for forgiveness: "Let it go, let me go, I will give you whatever you want."

Luke shook his head: "Say you're stupid, you still don't admit it. My request has been there all the time, why should I pretend I didn't hear it?"

boom!

The middle-aged tattoo screamed again, but the knee of the other leg was also broken.

Luke didn't let him struggle this time, stepped on him, searched him, and found a magazine and replaced it: "Now I have seven more bullets. Do you want to hit the left or right hand next time? After you ’re done, you can hit your little tintin ... "

Speaking of which, he didn't raise his head and raised his gun sideways.

Bang!

Two men who rushed in from the door with rifles fell on their backs and were also shot in the eyebrows.

The tattooed middle-aged cried in pain: "Don't, I say, I say. What do you want to know?"

Luke shook his head helplessly: "How did your memory survive to this day? Lisa Feng, the Mexican female doctor, she! Where! Where!"

The tattooed middle-aged did not hesitate this time: "Cristo, it was Cristo who took her away."

"Where did you take it?" Luke asked, arbitrarily approaching the door without looking outside the door, and twisted his wrist to detect the muzzle.

Bang Bang!

"what!"

"what!"

Two screams, and a tumbling sound of the human body, it was the two gangsters who quietly touched them were beaten down the stairs.

The middle-aged man with tattoos watched Luke's every move, and his heart was cold.

Luke's every move is too relaxed and comfortable, he is definitely a professional!

He quickly answered, "I, I don't know ..."

boom!

"Ah ~"

The middle-aged tattooed man struggled on the ground again, and Luke hit his right hand again: "Speak the answer directly, otherwise you will only die a bit more painful."

The middle-aged tattooed man was desperate, he didn't know much about it, and in a few words he spit out the news of the Cristo group.

Luke got the information he needed, and raised his gun. "Give you a piece of advice. Don't rob."

The tattooed middle-aged prayed: "Can you ..."

boom!

"Well, of course not!" Luke ended his problem with action.

He grabbed the guns on the two strong men, and found the 10,000 US dollars from the dead tattooed middle-aged man. He smiled at the big boy who had been watching all this silently in the corner of the door.

"See? If you want to be a bad person, you may meet me someday. And I like to meet the bad person best." He stepped out of the door: "I wish you good luck in your life."

Bang!

Two screams rang outside the house, and two other gangsters were beaten down.

Then there was a panic of gunfire. After a while, someone outside was shouting, "Where is the man? Where is he?"

"I didn't see it, I couldn't find it ..."

"Go and see the boss ..."

"Boss, the boss is dead. Mario and Sanchez are dead too, ah! They are all dead ..."

The big boy in the corner watched a group of people come in and shouted around the boss's body.

Looking at the boss with an open head, the old boy flashed the scenery of the old boss in his mind, and another sentence seemed to sound in his ear: I, I like to meet bad people.

Along with this sentence, the smiling face appeared again.

He couldn't help but stun the spirit, and quietly retreated from the noisy room.

He pulled away a long distance before raising one hand, where he kept holding an unopened lollipop.

Just now, because of this lollipop, he didn't raise his gun at Luke.

It was also because of this lollipop that he became the only person in the house to survive.

Raising the pistol on the other hand, listening to the noise in a room in the distance, he thought about it, inserted the pistol behind his butt, and slipped back home quietly.

When this group of people panicked ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Luke had already entered the building below from a gap between the two small buildings.

Passing lightly between the gaps in more than a dozen small buildings, he cut horizontally into a "big" street.

The two-way bicycle lane is definitely the street in this slum.

When jumping out of the gap in the small building, his movement returned to normal immediately, and he leisurely kept up with a group of tourists just passing by.

The tour guide speaks Chinese, and there are many Chinese in the group, which makes him feel kind.

Dozens of meters away, the riots over there were already hard to hear, but the explanation in the guide's mouth made Luke listen with interest.

An aunt from the nearby tour group suddenly noticed Luke behind him and asked strangely, "You don't seem to belong to our group?"

Luke laughed.

The aunt looked at his cheerful smile, and froze, patted her forehead: "Forget, you are a foreigner and you don't understand Chinese."