Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Matt was about to kill a returning carbine. When he caught the man asking everything, he heard a bang in the distance, and a man on the top of the building not far off responded and fell downstairs.

He frowned and immediately dispelled the intention to kill back.

The person who fell was similar to the others just now. It was fully equipped and should be directed at him, but he was killed by an unknown sniper.

Is it too valuable for these killers to kill each other in advance?

Luke, who was misunderstood as a killer by lawyer Ma, had already carried the rifle from the first killer, looked at the position of the red dot projected on the lens, and shifted again.

Now, unless he personally takes Matt away, the killers that come up around him will always pounce.

Luke didn't know he was suitable to see lawyer Ma.

With the character of Daredevil, he certainly cannot accept his tactics of percussion.

Pian Luke basically has a hundred evil-doers, and a few of them are disabled as the case may be.

Tonight's killers belong to the ranks of a hundred, he has no time to discuss with the lawyer Ma whether the killing is correct.

Still secretly shoot a gun, do good things without leaving a name.

Matt's disengagement has never been smooth.

The killer strengths that came around one after another were all above the qualifying line, and there were many veterans and elites, and not one or two.

These people have completely crushed Matt in terms of numbers and weapons.

Matt, who always upholds only short-range low-lethality weapons, for the first time, tasted being surrounded by a group of experts holding modern thermal weapons.

His pride in fighting was impossible to play. These people seemed to know his bottom line and fired from a distance, not giving him a chance to get close.

Matt was wearing ordinary clothes and couldn't afford a single shot.

He can only shuttle in various dark corners, constantly looking for opportunities to escape.

However, he also found that several times when surrounded, a killer in a certain direction suddenly pounced on the street, and the escape channel appeared again.

Others sounded similar gunshots of the same type.

For Matt, he knew that each time those killers were killed were the same rifle.

Someone is helping myself!

But what made him strange was that the earliest owner of this gun should be a certain killer who chased himself and attacked him several times. Now how suddenly he changed his attitude?

Tired of running, he didn't have time to lock in this far-away "killer" killer, and he didn't have time to think about the purpose of this man.

Luke, who was "reversing", was also scratching his head at this moment.

These killers are crazy.

In just ten minutes, they came one after the other one after another, and the number had already exceeded twenty.

Even though he killed five killers in a row and helped Matt escape his fate of being trapped several times, Matt still failed to run away.

"How long is it for our people?" He asked Selina.

Selina: "The nearest patrol police car also takes three minutes."

Luke is helpless.

Twenty gunmen were killing Zermatt now.

Lawyer Ma is also a commoner occupation, he must hit the street after one or two shots.

On the other hand, these killers are not a team, they are scattered in all directions, they are scattered, and they are alert and professional.

It was impossible for Luke to get rid of them quickly.

What kind of energy do you run out without bulletproof jackets! He couldn't help but talk about a lawyer in his heart.

Although this spit was a bit excessive, after all, Matt didn't even know he was being rewarded, and thought his opponents were those gangs.

This guy is quite pleasing to the eye, Luke doesn't want him to die, and can only give up the small abacus of black guns to earn experience points.

It was decided in his heart that he stowed the precision rifle into the storage space, and the whole man flew and fluttered.

Matt was in trouble again at this moment.

Five killers around him bit him again, and the sound of guns from time to time rattled the debris around the wall.

The killer's shooting frequency is not high, but all the escape routes are blocked, so that he can only shrink in this corner.

The killers are constantly approaching, compressing Matt's escape space, leaving him little time.

How to do? Matt was thinking, his ears were working at full strength, and he was looking for a possible way of life.

Suddenly, his ears moved.

A killer's gunfire stopped in the south, and Matt heard the sound of the other's bones cracking, and then a rapid wind approached him.

Matt was frightened.

Can this person fly?

His body left the corner almost subconsciously and began to run.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

After four shots, Matt snorted, and the whole man slammed on the ground, rolling inwardly.

His thigh was wiped by a bullet, taking away a piece of flesh.

This is already great luck.

These killers used rifles, and if the bullets hit, Matt would immediately have a large hole in his thigh and lose his ability to move.

But the bigger crisis came from the man flying from the air.

As long as this person is there, Matt can't run away without being injured.

With Matt's steel-like will, he couldn't help flashing helpless emotions: Is he going to die here?

boom! boom! boom! boom!

The four killers launched a second round of attacks, covering Matt's body.

Huh!

After two dull sounds, Matt felt like he was being lifted up and flying fast.

He froze.

The two beeps just hit two people ... the man who flew in.

This man protected Matt with his body, and the other two bullets were missed by the "flying man" picking up Matt, leaving him unscathed in the second round of attacks.

After all, Matt was extraordinary, and the reaction quickly asked: "Who are you?"

Luke rolled his eyes: "I only had surgery on you last time, and this time you were hurt again, you are really stupid and bold."

Matt immediately understood: "puncher? (Boxer)"

Luke: "Knowing and asking, you've been fooled by a sniper rifle!"

In just two words, the two of them ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ rushed through a distance of tens of meters and disappeared into an apartment building.

A minute later, Matt frowned, enduring the stench from the tip of his nose, and whispered in his mouth, "Thank you."

Luke: "Although it's smelly here, it's safer than leaving a bunch of people on it as rabbits, right?"

Matt only nodded, and he was helpless with his overly keen sense of smell.

For this reason, he rarely used to drill in the sewer like a mouse.

He prefers to stay on the roof rather than drill the drain.

It's easy to say the air there, and it's easy for him to listen farther.

Two minutes later, this torture was finally over.

He was dragged out of the sewer by Luke and got into a room in the next apartment building.

Entering the room, Luke found a medical kit and cut Matt's trouser legs directly to look at his injuries.