Super Detective in the Fictional World

After exiting for more than ten metres, Luke gradually began to accelerate, making small and rapid strides on the ground.

As he approached the truck, the first step was two metres from the truck, the second step stepped onto the plank in the trunk of the truck, and the third step forced his legs together and slipped down heavily, just on the plank of the roof of the truck.

Then he flew all over the place.

The truck's roof was already a metre and seven tall, and with that pair of toys on his legs, Luke took off and ran obliquely over the wire.

As he approached the wire fence, his body began to bend at the same time as he fell, and his legs with the toys became parallel to the wire fence.

It's like when a pole jumps and jumps high, the athlete's rhythm just sweeps past the top of the wire.

But Luke doesn't have an air cushion under him.

With his inertial force, he completed a frontal flip, completely adjusted his posture two meters from the ground, his legs steadily landed on the ground, and ran out more than ten meters along the impulse and elasticity, finally stopping.

Luke sat on a slightly raised slope of dirt, unscrewing the stretch stirrups on his legs, then found a bush not far away, grabbed a stone, dug a shallow pit near its roots, threw the toys in and buried them.

After this, Luke walked away.

This is more than five hours away, with a dense row of shantytowns.

Luke was pretty sure he was right, and there was a town here.

There are many such places on the border between the United States and Mozambique, where the United States is desolate and the Mexican territory across the border is a small town.

Luke chose a turnover site, 30 kilometers away, and there's a town not too big.

He pulled out a small mirror, checked the costume on his lower body and made sure that the big sunglasses and a red scarf covering his lower face were fine before entering the town.

The official language of Mexico is Spanish, but for a long time there has been a great difference between the language here and Spain.

Meanwhile, with America, a lot of people here still speak a little bit of English.

At least they understand the simple word "buy and sell" and "car."

Soon after, Luke left in a freshly bought van.

This car is worn out, but it's also cheap, and the price of the $800 knife is probably because it's a stolen car that's over N hands.

Of course, the other party must have killed him, and Luke knew that, but he didn't have time to peel the guy who sold the car.

This time he was on vacation for only ten days, and it's been two days since he got here.

At least three days should be set aside for the return journey, which should not exceed five days.

The less time he has, the greater the risk of his actions.

Luke has 2,000 knives left, but he's not in a hurry.

Driving a wrecked car, he pulled out a map of Mexico that he had studied countless times, and Luke drove quickly to his destination.

The Carlos family is an emerging small family, not strong in Mexico.

To save money, they selected a small town near the Texas border as a family stronghold.

However, they have made a lot of money in recent years and are said to be looking for new family sites.

But so far, they're all still in the middle of this town called Tamil.

This is Mexico, where most of America's small towns are home to thousands or even hundreds of people, and where the most powerful of them are the Carlos.

Luke bought a little bottled water as he passed through several small towns along the way.

Forget the food, the hygiene of that thing doesn't guarantee that he doesn't want his stomach to be tested like this.

But his backpack contained high calorie food, no problem for a day or two.

One day, with oil, Luke was driving on the road.

The car is worn out, and the main part of it is fine, which is what Luke learned from Robert, simply judging whether a car can be driven, rather than just sitting on the ground for a while.

The car was really powerful, and despite the lack of air conditioning, a broken window and several bullet holes in the cushion, it had been moving steadily on the ground.

Before entering the night, Luke arrived in the destination town of Tamir.

Instead of rushing in, he stopped a kilometre from the town and found a shade to drive the car in.

Get out of the car and put a simple security device around him before he rests in the car.

Until it was completely dark, Luke put a makeup on himself, put a big beard on his face, and put on some thick, medium long hair, at first glance like a literary young man.

He only left on foot and entered the town of Tamil.

It's about the same as most Mexican towns, with a certain amount of mess, but there are two great nightclubs.

One of them is the Carlos family business.

They sell goods here openly and attract rich tourists, mainly from the United States.

In their nightclub, Guests can do a lot of things they can't do in the United States if they have money, and they have a great reputation for never robbing a Guest.

Think about it.

For the Carlos family, the cost of the goods was so low that they were sold to American tourists in stores at the lowest retail prices on the United States side.

Ninety-five percent of the money sold in the store is net profit.

Now, the nightclub is very small and famous in the United States, and the business is very good.

After all, a nightclub hosts three or four hundred guests overnight and their clients come from all over the United States.

Luke had already seen this information in the information Chris provided, which made it so easy to get to the door.

Compared to the real drug lords, the Carlos are, at best, newcomers, not enough.

A real drug lord with hundreds of elite gunmen in his hands and thousands of little brothers in the periphery, it's hard for Luke to kill them.

Luke watched around the club called Saprilla in the dark for a few laps before returning to the gate and shoved Franklin in front of the door, twisting around.

The two black batters face each other and shrug each other's shoulders, ignoring the psychopath.

They're not in America. The Ghost Tipped them, and they're not doorman.

But rich fathers are willing to give away money, and of course they are happy to take it.

Two hundred and fifty of these Americans who came to have fun, they didn't see much, they didn't give them a hundred knives.

When Luke entered the club, two of the five officials had a bright silhouette and appearance on top Mexican beauties.