Super Detective in the Fictional World

"What do you want? Money, or anything else, I can give you." Garcia's voice came, and his hand opened the seam around the door.

Pop! Luke raised his hand with two shots, and there were two holes in the front windshield.

Garcia, who was hiding near the door, changed his face, gritted his teeth, and pressed his hand on the belt clamp of the waist, and a gray-black object popped up silently.

"My family has two million cash and three million diamonds. These can be given to you. Let me do it this time, how about it?" He said, holding the gray-black object in his hand, his forehead Suddenly, large drops of sweat erupted.

Luke walked to the front of the car at the moment, pointing his gun at Garcia's hiding place.

Suddenly, he twisted his head sharply, and at the same time moved a step away.

A small shadow flew past the position where he had just necked.

Luke whispered in his heart, and behind him, the dark shadow circled in the air and shot back quickly.

He twisted his feet, stepped on his toes a few times, and suddenly jumped out seven or eight meters, staggered from the shadow again, and two shots were facing Garcia squatting by the door.

Snapped! Snapped!

At the same time he fired, Garcia's mouth was smirking, and the gun, which had just been replaced with a new magazine, rang.

Poppy poppy!

Garcia's smirk froze, and his prepared attack failed completely.

A few meters away, Luke's figure suddenly flashed irregularly from side to side, and then walked again.

Luke was also able to see the trajectory of his bullet from a short distance.

He smiled even more, because-Garcia was unharmed again and missed a shot!

Garcia was full of anger, with one hand repeatedly pulling the trigger, and the other hand had already pulled the door of the car and got into the car.

Luke flashed, followed the door, and stepped on Garcia's left leg, which had not yet been stolen.

Click!

Garcia's left leg suddenly turned into an L shape and suddenly made a terrible noise.

Luke stretched out his hand and squeezed his neck to pull him out of the car, holding him in the air.

Garcia was so anxious that he couldn't care about the severe pain in his left leg and yelled, "Go to hell! You monster!"

A shadow echoed from the ground and shot from the side to the back of Luke.

Luke poked his mouth and bent his right knuckle.

Boom!

A super brain bouncing in Garcia's temple, the black boss's eyes darkened and passed out.

The dark shadow suddenly lost its momentum and its speed dropped greatly.

Luke inserted his gun back into his sleeve, turning his right fingers gently in the air between turns, and the shadow was caught between the fingers.

Putting this dark shadow in front of his eyes for a moment, he laughed: It turned out to be just this gadget.

There was a thin, sharp blade between his fingers.

The surface of the blade is matte, showing an inconspicuous gray-black. The material is similar to a paper knife. It is relatively heavy, all edges are extremely sharp, and the tips on both ends are equally lethal.

It was just this blade that launched an attack from behind him, firing several times at the point.

Luke looked at the system prompt again.

System: You defeated Diego Garcia to get its ability list.

Diego Garcia ability: basic firearms, basic fighting ... primary magnetic field control (not learnable).

Looking at the primary magnetic field control displayed in pure black, even with Luke's big heart, he couldn't help twitching.

Magnetic field manipulation is definitely the top of the extraordinary abilities.

As long as the user's knowledge is strong and powerful enough, it is a super ability that integrates offensive and defensive field control assistance.

As a result, it is also unlearnable.

Luke has already summarized some laws from several previous experiences that he could not learn, and this time it is in full compliance.

However, he still felt deep pain.

Just like most people watch other people burn money, even if the money is not their own, it will be uncomfortable.

Depressed for a few seconds, he set aside this meaningless distress and turned away.

Looking around at the sight of this battle silently, he saw the burly black figure pinching Garcia in a dog-walking pose, quietly disappearing into the shadow of the dead end as he came.

Luke didn't notice a giant graffiti next to the huge billboard.

Under the illumination of two dim spotlights at the top, a woman shrouded in a black hooded sweater stood silently, her two huge wings extended to the sides, and under her was a shadowy silhouette of the city.

But women's wings are not feathers, but rows of firearms.

The top of her head is not an aperture, but a small piece of bright red.

And when Luke left Garcia with a single hand, two strong headlights stretched his figure, casting a huge shadow on the billboard.

This scene also fell into the eyes of the crowd around.

After Luke's figure disappeared, a large number of people were sparsely felt in the shacks around.

They were silent, and gradually gathered to the street where the corpse was running wild.

Suddenly, an old homeless man said, "The police should be here in half an hour, and we can do something."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and suddenly rushed up.

In less than ten minutes, except for a large area of ​​sewage beach mixed with detergent and disinfectant on the ground, the street was restored to its former calmness, and nothing seemed to have happened.

On the other side, Luke got Garcia into the car, walked a few circles, and found a factory.

With Garcia in one hand and blood mint in one hand, he entered the abandoned factory building.

Put a blanket on a workbench, and put the blood mint on it. He took out the camping light, checked and cleaned the surrounding environment, and nodded in satisfaction.

Go back and apply water to the towel and put it on the forehead of the blood mint.

It didn't take long for the woman to pump her body, as if she wanted to jump up.

Luke held her shoulder, and the phone played a long lost message: "Okay, it's me, Puncher."

Blood Mint's eyes returned to normal from the out-of-focus state.

Looking at the familiar black hood and yellow sunglasses by her side ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ she was relieved, but immediately asked nervously, "What time is it?"

Luke was too lazy to type and raised a finger.

Blood Mint whispered, "A little? No, I have to hurry." But he found his shoulders pressed again.

"Diego Garcia is here. If you are in a hurry, then I can only deal with him." The broadcast chamber sounded, and Blood Mint stunned, looking sideways.

Only then did she realize that Garcia was staring at her.

The boss of the murderous trafficker in the eastern part of Greater Los Angeles is now covered with masking tape on his mouth, his hands and feet are tied to his chest with ropes, and he is sitting on the ground with a gray face.

"Don't be excited, he can't run, you can take your time." The broadcast chamber still said slowly, the hand holding Blood Mint's shoulders turned into a support, gently holding her up.

Even so, her waist wound was still involved, and her teeth clenched.