Super Detective in the Fictional World

Matt's shot was just rubbing his thighs and not staying in his leg muscles, which was lucky.

Luke quickly washed and bandaged Matt's wound, and it was done in five minutes.

The side effect of such an efficient movement is terrible pain.

Matt, the straight steel man, couldn't help humming several times, his forehead was sweating coldly.

Luke did not let him go, and he did not forget to ridicule him while cleaning the wound. "Now I know that the pain is good, and I do n’t need to hurt if I die. I do n’t know what you think about it, and I have a reward of ten million. Pop up, now there are at least hundreds of killers in New York waiting for your mobile vault to appear. "

Even though Matt grinned, he was attracted by the words "reward?"

"It is said that it is the revenge reward issued by Frank Damico's wife, because you and your companion killed her husband and son. Five mask people including you, the total reward is 10 million." Luke answered. .

Matt "Ah?"

Luke "Ah, what, you have no news channel? I don't know about such a major event. Now New York is squatting on the street all night, waiting for your killer to appear."

Matt finally returned to God. "But ... I never killed anyone, let alone a companion!"

Luke shrugged. "I don't know. That's what the reward is. Anyway, why don't you go to your wife Damico and explain that you are innocent and let her cancel the reward?"

Matt ... I'm neurotic to do this stupid thing.

Luke pretended to be a ignorant straight man, and then he seemed to inadvertently say, "I asked, the earliest reward was only four million, targeted at those who killed Damico and his sons. But his wife suddenly added six hundred the next day. Wan, list you, smiley person, black cat, big daddy and super killer woman as reward targets. "

Matt's head turned. "You mean, someone asked her to put me on the reward list?"

Luke "It's only up to you. You might be secretly teaming up with your masked friends to kill Damico and his sons."

Matt silently shook his head for a moment. "I have no friends and don't know them."

Luke nodded. "I think so. Others mask their face, so you bring a woolen hood. You can't get hurt if you don't get guns. I don't think your friends will be able to give you even some protective equipment."

Matt smiled bitterly. "Even if there is that kind of armor, I can't use it. It will affect my actions. Otherwise, it is easy to get a body armor."

Luke skimmed his lips. "The key is still poor! Don't you know that some high-quality materials are lined, can they be bullet-proof and do not affect movement? Of course, a set price of one hundred thousand dollars is not cheap."

Matt ...

He knows now, where can I buy clothes made of this high-quality material?

Luke also finished his work at this time. He just put all the sundries in the medical box and picked them up. He said, "This is my safe house. You can rest assured, and you can take action and leave yourself."

He said, he took out a prepaid mobile phone and put it on the table next to it. "You keep the phone, and I will contact you in two days."

Matt "Thank you."

Luke waved his hand. "Don't rush out these killers are crazy these days. You don't want them to drag your body to exchange money. You'd better take a break."

Matt "But, does this always have to be solved?"

The identity of Daredevil also guards the Clinton area, he cannot stay out of hiding.

Luke hehe "Do you think that you are a great person in New York? Are your masked friends all deaf and dumb? Don't ask for information! Since this is not something you did, won't they deal with it?"

With that, he patted Matt's wound smoothly, and the guy snorted in pain.

"Young man, don't be too rough about good things, learn more from your masked friends." Then, he walked out of the door with a medical box.

Matt watched him leave, and slackened.

As for any mask friends, he did not mind to refute.

He could see that this puncher was deliberately using the masked people to taunt him.

The other masked people do things, he comes to cook.

What's even worse is that he didn't know what he was doing when he carried the pot, and smashed into the killer's Tian Luo Di net, almost dead.

This does require reflection.

If he is cautious and asks for the wind before coming out, he will not be siege undefended.

Next time, he will definitely go to the "informant" first, ask the situation and then take the lead.

Lawyer Ma was lying in a safe house alone to reflect on his mistakes, and Luke had returned from the sewer to the area where he had fought before.

When he came out of the sewer, he changed back his clothes and walked to the alley to get on the car there.

"Our vanguard has arrived, and the killers are retreating." Selina said as she moved to the co-pilot.

Luke said, "What did Dustin say?"

"He said that he had already called, and we'd better give him a report tomorrow," said Selena.

He heard what he was relieved, stepped on the throttle, and returned to the laboratory.

When he got home, he stored the video taken by the drone into the database, and at the same time let the snail enter the pile of information given by the bartender, and compared the coincident goals.

When the shower came out, Xiao Shou reported the good news, "Sir, seven of the information you gave matched the target in the drone screen. Four of them were marked as" rookie "on the profile, Two are labeled "weak slag" and one is "bunker."

Luke is helpless.

This is the original grading method on the bartender's Vesso profile.

Perhaps such words can make Mr. Bartender feel "cool".

"Let me see who is the bunker?" He asked casually.

Xiao Wu immediately unfolded the virtual light screen in front of his side.

Luke smiled at the look.

This guy is lucky to escape his three-shot shooter ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The action marksmanship is indeed professional, and his level is obviously higher than others.

Of course, the "bunker" player was finally punched in the back of his head, completely cold.

Give yourself a cup of tea, and he returned to the sofa in the living room. "Find the identity of the killer who has appeared tonight, and show me the six rookies and weak residue."

Looking at the killer's introduction on the bartender's information, and comparing the pictures taken by the drone, Luke basically understood the meaning of these "labels".

Marking the rookie killer is either a career or a lack of record.

The killer who marked weak **** has been in the business for some time, but the quantity or quality of the task is not enough.

The killer who marked the bunker should be regarded as a veteran in the industry, or even a "famous person."

However, in the list given by Visuo, Luke did not find the killers of the mutual aid society, including the dead Mr. X, and the ordinary killer in the textile mill.