Super Detective in the Fictional World

In the eyes of a large number of coerced buying crowds, a magical scene happened again.

I saw the hitman picking up the "common weapon" of the proletariat-the steel pipe, and rushing towards the group of gun-bearing black hoods.

Duang!Duang!

The two crisp sounds that were almost connected together felt extremely clear in the ears of the onlookers who were holding their breath.

The two rightmost gangsters raised their guns, and were drawn on the left and right foreheads by half-meter-long steel pipes, and fell straight without a word.

The other gangsters couldn't help pulling the front-facing muzzle to the right and started shooting.

In the continuous bang-bang gunfire, the bullets always fell in the empty space behind Luke.

DuangDuang!DuangDuang!

The proletarian warrior holding a steel pipe at this moment, just like the protagonist in a Hong Kong martial arts movie, opened Wushuang and rushed into the group of enemies.

The remaining gangsters had to move the muzzle again, pointing from the front right to a parallel position to the right.

Luke's fighting style suddenly changed. Steel pipe fists hit the four nearby people hard, causing them to stagger and retreat among their companions.

In the process, their non-stop moving bodies also blocked the shooting lines of the other companions, and Luke's high-speed brain made sure that no one muzzle could aim at him.

The half arc of the culprit was also quietly squeezed into an irregular ellipse at this moment, and Luke was cutting into the approximate center line of the ellipse.

Then in this one-to-nine battle circle, immediately "control" Ying Fei, screaming again and again.

Luke's steel pipe changed from the mighty slap just now to quick poking, provoking, poking, and teasing. At the same time, his free hands and feet kept rubbing four "shields" around, always covering his body.

The remaining five gangsters always felt that an accomplice was blocked in front of the gun.

Regardless of whether it was accidental injury or unsure of hitting, they all had a brief hesitation.

Two overreacted still pulled the trigger and successfully opened a few holes to the two shields, but the other three did not have time to keep up.

The inconspicuous gray steel pipe "shot" out from behind the four shield bodies like a viper, and hit their trigger hand.

In the cracking sound, the palm of the gangsters changed its shape.

The powder fractures were all mild, and the two who pulled the trigger even had their fingers broken and flew out several meters.

But they didn't even scream a few times, and the gray steel pipe fell on them again-this time it was finally the head.

As they fell, Luke gave up controlling four shields, allowing them to fall softly.

When Gang Gang took care of the five gunmen with guns, his fists also slammed the four shield heads along the way, and the concussion was in a coma.

Fifteen gangsters with guns took less than ten seconds to attack the street.

Zas, who had been hit by the head, barely lost his dizziness at this time, but the headache began to become severe.

The feeling of something twitching on his forehead and trying to come out of it made Zath extremely uncomfortable.

Even if the bandits who assisted him are completely wiped out before his eyes, he must be calm, otherwise he will not be slower than the bandits.

So he spoke: "Wait, we can talk."

Luke glanced at Zas: "What are you talking about?" When he said this, he poked a steel pipe in his hand, destroying 100 million guns on the ground.

Zass: "Who are you?"

Luke: "Me? Just a mediocre hitman."

Zas: "...Then I can hire you, one hundred thousand dollars, and follow me tonight, how about?"

Luke picked up a broken rifle and smashed it in the face of Zas: "Just this gun can be sold on the Gotham black market for more than three thousand dollars."

Zas raised his hand to block the broken spear that hit his face: "Five hundred thousand."

After Luke destroyed the gun, he showed a mocking smile on his face: "I'm a hitman, and I hate people using money to hit me!"

With that said, he faced Zas and raised the steel pipe again.

Zas still didn't give up his efforts, shouting: "I know where the giant explosives that joker put down are. That's a ton of TXT that will kill many people."

In fact, as a penguin man, he knows that the explosives taken by joker are at least dozens of tons, and one ton of TXT is not a big deal.

Saying this is just to interfere with the suspected superhero guy on the opposite side. This kind of person is most concerned about the lives of civilians.

The gray steel pipe was swung without stopping, and Zas's double knives soared in speed, as if he had never been injured.

His body is far beyond ordinary people. Although Luke's steel pipe is heavy, it is not seriously injured.

Delaying time is just to reduce the dizziness, and then another counterattack.

After all, Luke's fighting ability is really outstanding, master style, Zass himself dare not say that he is stronger.

However, Zas felt that he could suffer from unexpected losses by his physical fitness, and he was more likely to be seriously injured by a knife than a steel pipe.

So, he stabs the steel pipe with a knife, and stabs Luke's chest and abdomen. The knife he stabbed is still inclined upward.

As long as he hits, Zas will go up and down to make a start.

It is a pity that dreams are always beautiful!

In reality, Luke's steel pipe suddenly retracted a bit, just enough to let Kaizas' short knife, and then changed from a diagonal split to a forward stab, stabbing him heavily on his forehead.

Zath's eyes went dark, and the familiar dizziness reappeared.

Vaguely, he also heard Luke's faint taunt: "Idiot, my pipe is longer than you."

In fact, not only is the length of the weapon different by ten centimeters, the length of the arms of both sides also differed by more than ten centimeters.

From the perspective of an onlooker, it can be seen that at this moment, Zas has a steel pipe on his forehead, but the stabbed knife is still 20 centimeters away from Luke's body.

After a successful blow, the steel pipe rounded its backhand and gave Zas a second blow.

Duang!

It was the familiar, crisp iron sound again, but Luke looked at Zath, who was staggering two steps, but still standing: "Hey, your end...a bit iron."

Duang, Duang, Duang, Duang, Duang!

Luke leaned in, and the steel pipe tapped on Zath's bald head like a wooden fish.

Really hard, he can beat Zath's head into tofu with one tube, but this kind of anti-beating guy is definitely a good experimental material, it's a pity to kill him.

Therefore, Luke's beat always controlled his strength, just enough to strengthen the dizziness, but would not overly damage Zath's brain.

Unlucky Zas felt like a water and land dojo-like bells and drums rang in his mind, and then his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally the world was quiet-after more than ten consecutive beats, he finally passed out happily.

At this moment, more than twenty red dots have appeared on his head, and a small part has begun to bulge slowly.

At this time tomorrow, Zas might be able to pretend to be Sakyamuni.

Luke grabbed Zath and looked around at the quiet and whispering crowds around him-some people here were originally from the Riddler, but now they "entered the palace for the second time", luck is indeed unusual.

Seeing him, all kinds of voices quickly lowered again.