Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Luke's keen eyes could notice that everyone's attention was on the four tall figures in the center of the dance floor. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Even when talking to each other, their eyes did not leave them.

It wasn't until Luke's appearance that it attracted some people's attention.

Luke didn't care about these people, stepped forward steadily, and walked to a table next to the dance floor: "Alexandria, we have to figure it out."

Alexander, sitting on the edge of the semicircular sofa, looked strangely: "Who ... who?"

Luke grinned, this time his accent was an afro accent with a British accent: "You guy, dare you not sell me a suit! Really, when I'm rare, do you wear tailor clothes? Go Come on, bastard! "

With that said, he pulled his left hand between his legs and raised it as a shot.

Snapped!

Alexander didn't respond, and a bullet hole appeared in the center of his forehead, and he fell on the sofa.

Almost as Luke pulled his gun, a figure flew out of Alexander's side.

Huh!

In the dull sound, this figure was kicked back by Luke and flew back to the sofa, covering his suddenly flattened face and screaming in pain.

It was suddenly a little quiet around.

Except for the deafening dance music, the other sounds were paused for a moment.

Then several people called out.

"He killed Alexander!"

"Alexandre is dead!"

"Kill him!"

This is the shout of the onlookers.

"Ah ~~~" This is the scream of that model.

Vanessa's three girlfriends remained silent, but slowly backed away from this side.

The British voice of Afro sounded again: "I'm only asking Alexander for trouble. Don't mess with me because I have a bad temper and I'll kill someone when I'm angry."

In the audience, a voice suddenly said in surprise: "Are you ... the sunwalker ?!"

As the words came out, the crowd around them suddenly backed away.

Many people are angry and angry, but there is more fear in them, as if they met natural enemies.

Luke looked around, and his heart was astonished: What, what day walker? I just flickered casually, you guys are going up, what to hide!

Fortunately, these people did not let him leave.

After retreating some distance, the people around him gradually surrounded and walked slowly around him, like wolves looking for offensive opportunities.

Luke breathed a sigh of relief: he finally didn't put himself up! It seems that things are better done.

At the heart, he pulled his right hand backhand, the long knife on the back came out of the sheath, and the silver sword flashed under the lights on the dance floor.

Looking at the people who surrounded him, Luke became stranger in his heart: Why do they seem to be scared away? This is not the case!

But the long knife in his hand didn't hesitate, and the silver light flickered, smashing at a man a few meters away.

At the same time as the long knife split, his figure followed the rapid forward and came to the man in an instant.

Huh!

The man just raised his hand in horror, the silver light flickered across his neck, a head flew up, and a blood column spewed from his neck.

Luke's figure had already been far away, and the long knife that had been split fell forward.

Huh!

A woman who leaned forward slightly, her claws wide, and made an aggressive gesture stopped, and her head fell off.

Several people shouted around the dance floor.

"It's him! That's him!"

"He is a Sunwalker!"

"He is the blade!"

Just then, the bar door banged loudly, and two doors were kicked in.

A dark figure came in, scanning the field, grinning to reveal the only white part: "Who is calling me?"

A bunch of people on the dance floor were choking.

Even Luke, who had just killed the two, stopped and looked at the person at the door with interest.

Quiet again in the air.

A bunch of people's heads are almost the same-look at the door first, then look at Luke on the dance floor.

Some industrious people even looked back and forth two or three times within a second.

Luke and the others also met their eyes.

On the dance floor, two men and women's bodies and heads that had just had his head cut off exploded into a spark and disappeared.

Luke tilted his head and looked at the person: "Sunwalker? Or the blade?"

Come: "Both. Who are you?"

Luke pondered for a moment, and said, "An enthusiastic crowd against racism?"

Come: ...

Four models: ...

Everyone in the bar: ...

"Kill them, they're a gang." Someone finally whispered in the bar.

Luke's glances: You seem to be different!

Although he and the newly-arrived daywalker both carried guns and had a long knife with black and gray clothes, but obviously two styles!

At least he is not African.

But the people in the bar didn't think so much. Someone issued an order and everyone moved.

Many people aimed at the two with guns in their hands.

Luke and the comer raised their guns almost simultaneously.

Poppy poppy!

Several gangsters with guns were killed immediately.

These are normal humans, but the ones who escorted vampires here are not good people either.

Almost all of Luke's targets were headshots. Most of the incoming targets were swept to death by random guns.

With the gun gangsters resolved, the two seemed to be in a state of mind, using the centerline of the dance floor as a boundary, killing them to the left and right.

The movements of the two were also very similar.

On the dance floor's strong sound of music, the two stepped on the rhythm, their swords fluttered in their hands, and they were chopped on a person who fluttered.

Most of those who rushed forward were dissipated into sparks and ashes when they were killed, and a small number of them left their bodies.

Within a minute, the two stood facing each other again.

This time, they were on the dance floor, leaving only the bodies of more than 20 human gangsters on the dance floor.

The comer pinched one's neck and looked at the long knife in Luke's hand: "Your weapon won't work."

With that said, he plunged into the heart of the person he was pinching, and a long knife passed through the body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This man screamed and turned into a spark burst.

"You need to use silver weapons, or concentrated garlic and ultraviolet rays to effectively kill them." The man withdrew his empty left hand, danced a knife flower in his right hand, and inserted the knife back into the scabbard behind him.

Luke raised an eyebrow: "Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention next time."

The comer grinned, "Next time?"

Luke also danced a sword flower in his hand, and the sword returned to the sheath, almost as if he were coming: "They got me."

The comer silent for a moment: "Don't be bitten by them, otherwise I will kill you together."

Then, as soon as he waved his hand, he turned and left.

The black trench coat fluttered with his movements, exposing the dark red lining inside, like blood.

Luke watched him leave helplessly: Hey, you're too pretentious! Why do I have to wash the floor every time?