Super Detective in the Fictional World

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The robbers were caught off guard by the sudden arrival of the two sides, some were caught off guard. Fastest update ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Among the following two, the leader's position was erratic, the marksmanship was accurate and coquettish, and a gang shot would bring down a gangster.

The policewoman's marksmanship is not so exaggerated, but the fire cover as the lead is still competent.

And a black gun professional who hid on the top of the building and stole his head was excessive.

In three seconds, he cleared Locke's first magazine, and seventeen bullets blew up the heads of seven gangsters, as well as the thorax and abdomen of eight gangsters.

Then, after the last bullet of the first magazine was fired, he pressed the release button, and the left-hand-prepared magazine was inserted instantly, and the sleeve was reset by pressing the reset button.

A series of gunshots sounded again.

The gangsters downstairs are not rookies, but experienced mercenaries.

After falling down several companions in succession, they also noticed that a gunshot sounded in the wrong position, and several people raised their muzzles and swept upstairs.

Luke was calm.

The approximate location of these gangsters was locked in advance by him, and now he is still half dead, and the remaining menacing threats are given priority.

This is a faster game than anyone else.

As long as Luke moves faster than each gangster's muzzle to his own position, he can take the lead in every shot.

Once he has taken the lead, he will not be able to lose even if he shoots within 20 meters.

When six gangsters raised their guns and swept up, Luke sent two bullets at the speed of each person's muzzle.

As soon as the six gangsters fell down, the sound of gunfire on the street thinned out immediately, and the two who broke through from the prison car below rushed into the side alley.

However, it may be that the man in the head was too angry, and Luke knocked down a gangster when he fell to the ground without releasing the trigger, and somehow created a stray bullet.

The man halfway into the alley, but was shot in the last half of the calf, screamed in his mouth, yelled at "Maja Fafa" and rolled into the alley.

Luke looked silent on the roof: What a bad luck! Can I get a shot with half of the legs left? Fortunately not the knee.

But this person is not an ordinary person. He dragged his injured leg and stood up. His backhand was a sweep, knocking over two approaching gangsters. The limping gesture was still very angry and decisive.

The policewoman retreated into the alley and followed him.

Luke didn't stop in his hands, emptied the magazine in one fell swoop, overturned the four gangsters who wanted to lean to the alley, and the pistol followed him.

He likes to remain anonymous for good deeds, and let British police uncles take this credit for themselves.

After making several laps in the alley and walking nearly a kilometer, he stood downstairs in a curved apartment, easily jumped on the wall, grabbed the fire stairs on the second floor, and climbed to the fifth floor. .

Stepping on two window edges less than ten centimeters in length, Luke grabbed the edge of the third window and leaned out his head.

Someone inside was saying impatiently: "Don't care about that **** phone, Dukhovic knows our line. It can only be a traitor in your Interpol. Now I need someone to treat the injury and you need help. Remember, Must be an outsider. "

Luke listened out of the window for a moment, and rang the window glass with a smile.

The two men inside the house pointed at them immediately.

Seeing a big smiley face outside the window and a waving hand, both were surprised.

The policewoman was a little helpless.

The shooting was easy to attract the police, and the other party did not attack first. She subconsciously shot at the people next to her.

The other raised his gun and frowned, staring at the face for a moment before saying, "Honduras?"

Luke's smile was even brighter outside the window: "Are your future wife okay?"

As soon as the question came out, the man's mouth twitched, but he lowered his muzzle: "Let him in, he's not Dukhovic."

Policewoman wondered: "Are you serious? Do you know how many killers and mercenaries Dukhovic has sought to kill you?"

And this guy standing outside the window looks like a killer! She murmured in her heart, but opened the window with a tangled look both inside and outside the window.

After opening the window buckle, she immediately backed away from the window. Although the gun in her hand was not raised, she maintained an attitude that she could launch an attack at any time.

Luke still opened the window himself and got in.

He nodded first to the vigilant policewoman: "Hello, beautiful lady, how do you call it?"

Policewoman: "Shouldn't you say it first?"

Luke shrugged. "Just call me coolbirds."

Policewoman: "Russell!"

Then his gaze turned to the man sitting on the sofa: "It's been a long time, you haven't had a good time, Kinkade."

At this moment, the person on the sofa had taken off the black line cap, exposing a **** bald head, and the tattoo of the dead tree crow was still there.

Hearing his name in Luke's newspaper, he twitched his lips and reconfirmed that he did not recognize the wrong person.

Cool Bird is the name of the bar when he met his wife Sonia, and it was in Honduras.

On the day I met my wife Sonia, there was still a young man sitting next to him, and the two teamed up to beat the gang in the bar together.

Although it is not clear about the young man's details, the young man's face is not right now, but Jinkaide knows his state.

He is now working with this young man, and he must win or lose.

Luke pulled a chair and a stool beside him and motioned.

Kincaid consciously put his right leg in the shot.

As Luke drew something from his backpack, he whispered, "It's too irritating to walk, and it really doesn't end well. If you are willing to climb a few steps on the ground with your butt, you won't be hit by this shot, right? "

Jin Kaide turned his head back and suddenly understood: "Just now ... are you?"

As soon as he said this, policewoman Russell a few meters away was scared and immediately pointed his gun at Luke.

Hearing this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She thought Luke was the one who shot Kinkade.

Luke didn't even look at her. He put on rubber gloves, and with a smile, cut a pair of legs of Jinkaide with scissors: "Remind you, don't say anything without evidence."

Kinkade understood it.

No wonder when he rushed out of the prison car before, someone attacked the gangsters at the same time, and the marksmanship was extremely powerful.

He was in a hurry to break through the road, and had no time to stand in the middle of the road and look up.

But as experienced, he was still amazed by the man's marksmanship on the top of the building.

It ’s not as simple as a movie.

In actual combat, the shooter's own state needs to be controlled, and the opponent is not a fixed target. A hit rate of 20-30% is excellent.

Now that Luke has appeared, and then think of the scene where the gangsters fell off the wheat just before, what does Kinkade do not understand.