Super Detective in the Fictional World

As a senior agent of Dea, Norman Steinfeld has complained a lot.

The excessive use of force was not uncommon for Agent Dea.

The dea without such complaints must be a fake dea.

However, Norman and Nypd had several disputes because his group "slaughtered" the family members of the traffickers during the operation.

Therefore, he was blocked by the NYPD detective Luke today for the nth time.

Generally speaking, Norman Steinfeld is not a big deal, but the dea behind him is really difficult to mess with.

The skins that Nypd and Dea drew before were left alone.

Luke also understood why.

Just as Dea can't ask nypd to surrender his police officer, so can nypd not ask Dea to surrender Norman.

Unless the current situation is caught, it will also be a compromise of the upper-level game. It is difficult for two law enforcement units with big careers to make up for one or two employees.

Luke resisted the idea of ​​killing the Normans at the time, but he didn't want to use his deity to kill Dea's mold.

He just recorded this Norman in his little black book, and it was the first sequence.

He has no patience for this kind of scum.

Thinking about Norman, he returned to the laboratory all the way.

Selena and the nugget ate takeaway. She still noticed the unpleasantness in his expression, and asked, "What happened?"

Luke didn't hide it, rushed Norman's group of dea into the trafficker's house, and said the killing of the whole family.

Hearing behind, Selena stopped her mouth and said, "This man killed a child?"

Lu Ke bowed his head: "The oldest daughter of the trafficker is only sixteen years old, and the younger son is four years old."

"Dea doesn't care?" Selina suddenly felt that the burger in her hand was gone.

Luke: "Everyone is dead, and no family will bother him. He probably thinks so."

Selena stared at him silently.

Luke glanced at her squintingly: "What are you thinking? We are good detectives for nypd."

Selina blinked. "So?"

Luke grabbed a piece of cheese fries and shoved it in his mouth. "So what the New York police who are inspired by Batman want to do is not something we can control."

Selina nodded with satisfaction and took a big bite of the burger: "I think the legend of the broken knee can also appear in New York."

Luke shook his head again and again: "No more."

Selena: "Ah?"

Luke: "Go to the sponge to extract the learning materials of the torture course, and she will give you everything you want. You wo n’t die if you are injured, seriously injured, or die slowly. Well, people, it ’s always right to learn more of."

Selina was surprised: "Why didn't you say that before?"

Luke finished eating a burger again: "I did it for you before. I don't want these scum to dirty your hands."

Selena gave a snorting noise and lowered her head to continue her lunch.

After his second lunch, Luke was busy.

After preparing for half an hour, he lay down on the bed in the medical room and activated various monitoring and nursing equipment. Then he was moved, and the mental number in the system panel jumped to 40.

Almost instantly, a sense of overcharge in the head appeared, and then quickly transformed into a more complex feeling.

Luke, who had "electrotherapy" for himself, felt that his head seemed to be a big battery, and it was discharging crazy.

Numerous sensations of tingling and soreness came from his head, and Luke's tears came out.

It was not that he was afraid, but that the excessively strong stimulus put the lacrimal gland out of control.

Luke finally yelled, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

With a primary self-healing bodyguard, he has long conducted various tests on his own body. These tests are replaced by others to see that it is proper self-harm.

Therefore, Luke, who handles the case almost innocuously in normal times, is actually a long-term battlefield. The guns have been subjected to many times. He still chose to take turns to test various calibers and functions.

That sour, absolutely ordinary people can't appreciate it.

But the pain of gunshot and stab wounds is relatively single, and now Luke is experiencing the "complex" pain.

After just a few minutes of this, the more weird and uncomfortable phase began.

With the enhancement of his spirit, Luke ’s traditionally stable and clear consciousness gradually “flower screen”. Various small pieces of consciousness kept appearing and disappearing quickly, making his mind like a carnival playground, a lot of flowers and flowers. Full of thoughts.

At this point, his memory is no longer clear.

Dreams are dreams, and disorder is his current state. His consciousness seems to have fallen into a kaleidoscope, spinning wildly inside, but unable to escape.

This feeling is similar to having a nightmare.

Only monitoring equipment in the medical room guarded him silently to ensure that he would not be in danger of life.

At some point an hour later, Luke was suddenly awake from this chaotic and tormented state.

Almost in a short moment, the original chaotic consciousness basically returned to normal, as if someone had restored it with a single click.

"Facade, finally here!" He shook his head unconsciously, making sure he wasn't dreaming, and then said, "Osiris, how is my body?"

"Sir ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Your brain temperature has been abnormal. I took physical cooling measures to control it, and other other signs have been kept within acceptable limits." A microphone beside him made a sound, yes A calm and indifferent male voice.

Osiris, this is an existence that has no intersection with other artificial intelligence.

Most of the time, it only exists on a few computers in the storage space, and its main task is to analyze various physical data of Lucelina Nuggets.

It can be used as a surgeon and nurse with the medical robot arm modified by Luke.

Of course, Osiris never had an internship, and doing a doctor's job was more dangerous.

Luke didn't say any more, closing his eyes and feeling the upgrade.

The system has the strongest effect on brain transformation, and the most unbearable one hour has passed.

This transformation will last for several days, but there is no such unbearable pain.

In contrast, Luke's brain was far clearer than before.

He felt a moment, then couldn't help but laugh: "Don't bother me so much."

Without huge gains, the pain of this basic attribute promotion can keep most people away.

But the magnitude of the suffering is the obvious benefit.

Luke just tried it out and determined that both primary mental ability and primary obliteration had been increased exponentially.

There is no test subject for mental communication, but Luke can feel that it is easier to operate and its practicality will also increase greatly.

He didn't want to move for a while, and was lying lazily on the bed, asking Osiris to lift the upper half of the bed and take out the data he had just seen.

During this promotion, the most dangerous situation is that the temperature of the brain rises rapidly for a period of time.

But Osiris used ice to cool the body physically, and he was finally safe.