Super Detective in the Fictional World

A moment later, the two gunmen on guard outside the house felt their throats tighten and were dragged into the trees beside them.

Behind the bush, Luke held an AK in his hand, checked the lower magazine, stood behind a palm tree, and poked out his muzzle.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Several dark shadows in the room fluttered on the street.

"He's behind, behind."

"He slipped out."

Luke pouted: I'm not stupid! It ’s not outside, is it still fried in the house?

The figure changed its angle in the trees, and AK fired two more shots, knocking down two gangsters who had just come around the beach.

A little skill. He muttered in his heart.

These guys were attacked by four or five people, but they didn't break up and ran away. The basic rules of the operation were still maintained, and they were hidden and covered by each other.

These gunmen are not amateurs and obviously have more formal training.

Insufficient in comparison, more than inferior.

The definition of these guys in his heart, Luke's figure disappeared into the darkness again.

Bang Bang!

The AK's gun flame suddenly burst on the other side of the house, knocking down the two gunmen again.

The gunmen finally started to panic at this moment.

Before they saw the shadow of the target, they were knocked down by more than half of their companions, which they had not expected before.

And how many people there are on the other side, they can't be sure.

"Cover each other and retreat from the left. There are shelters over there." A leader ordered.

The remaining six did not hesitate to do so immediately.

The target was too obvious in this solitary hut, just like they did before with steel ball grenades inside, standing here was a live target.

Entering the surrounding environment, they can deal with each other.

Six people staggered in turn and rushed out of the flowers on the side door.

They pulled away from each other by a few meters to avoid being misled.

When the first two rushed to the edge of a tree five or six meters away, the last two just stepped out of the door.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

On the roof of the side door of the hut, Luke stood high and shot six people back to back.

He likes this kind of runner everywhere, it is a live target sent to the muzzle.

Jumping lightly from the roof, the AK in his hand also swung left and right twice.

boom! boom!

The two guys who were not shot in the head were shot in the back of his head.

The remaining three were shot in their heads, and the shot was eliminated.

Only one guy with a shot in the leg was caught by him, and this was the leader who gave the order.

Dragging this guy to the porch, Luke stomped his twenty fingers down one by one, only to get the desired answer from this hard bone mouth.

He pulled a Nokia phone out of this guy's pocket and pulled out the call log: "Which one?"

The little head with a crying voice: "The first one is the first one."

Luke nodded: "Tell your boss that the task is complete and take the body back immediately, understand?"

The little chief nodded hard.

You ca n’t nod your head.

The monster-like man said that if he played tricks, he would step on the bones of his body and drag him behind the car to find his boss until he found the boss.

The little chief felt that being dragged to death might be better to die immediately.

Under Luke's gaze, the little boss finished the call and looked at him imploringly: "Yes, can you let me go?"

Luke nodded and stood up.

boom!

"I missed the chance to smash your bones." He shrugged, threw away the AK in his hand, and removed an M1911 and magazine from this little collar.

Throwing a bunch of gunmen's bodies directly into the sea, he went to pick up Vanessa.

Luke had nothing in the cabin, but Vanessa's cell phone and belongings couldn't be thrown away.

In a messy hut, Vanessa, wet, took off her only T-shirt and wiped her body with a large towel.

Luke asked, not far away, wearing his clothes, "Will you go to a safe place and wait for me?"

Vanessa turned his back on him, threw away the towel in her hand, put on a shirt, and then a pair of light purple pants, turned around and glanced at him: "I also want to see who wants to kill I."

Luke was dressed at this moment, and he grinned, "Actually, it might be for me."

Vanessa sneered: "I ordered this room. Their grenade doesn't seem to be aimed at you."

Luke thought about it, and felt it was the same, he could only remind him: "Wait, you may meet an old friend."

Vanessa frowned: "Who?"

Luke walked over, took out a pair of shorts in the closet, took her seated, and slid her pants from under his long legs. "Hide by your side, just keep quiet."

Vanessa frowned even more, but said nothing.

A few minutes later, the two got into a gunner's car and quietly left the cabin.

In another seaside villa in Rio, the two were sitting opposite each other.

One of the little men said impatiently: "When are you going to wait? Cristo. It's been over half an hour, and your men have said to kill them, is it time to give money?"

The man named Cristo has curly long hair, thick stubble, white shirt and trousers, and a pair of thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, which looks very gentle at first glance.

Hearing the words of the little man, he shook the wine glass in his hand: "Guaradio, you know my habits. I do n’t see anything, I never believe in anything. So before I see the man's body, you can't tell me You get even one cent here. "

Guardalio frowned displeasedly. "Don't you want to regret it? Cristo."

The eyes under Cristo's lenses were radiant with a cold light: "I'm just talking, it's just a million dollars. I don't feel bad. But I don't like people to lie to me."

Guardalo suddenly stood up: "You mean I lied to you?"

Christopher sneered: "Vanessa seems to have played with you from childhood to age, right? You seem to say to outside ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She is the woman you fancy? How do you make me believe that there must be her and Which man? "

Gualladio's face was cloudy and cloudy, and he sat down slowly, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and poured a big mouthful.

Suddenly he yelled: "The little Bichon raised by Beep, I chased her for so many years, and she hooked up with a little white face in a few days. If I hadn't found her secret card number, I don't know It was the room where she spent the money. I couldn't swallow that breath! "

Chris looked slightly moved, but he was a little convinced.

Compared to any foreign little white face, Guardaio's dignity is worrying, saying that it has seriously lowered the average level of human face.

Of course, he didn't believe in Guardalio's so-called dream lover shit, he even believed that it was his own revenge that he couldn't get. 8)

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