Super Detective in the Fictional World

This was a rush to throw, not too precise, but hit each other in the shoulder, forcing the other to pull the gun slowly.

In the middle of this meal, Luke jumped on top of each other's crotch.

The man's face immediately grew a little white and the redness rose, but his mouth couldn't even scream.

The pain in the crotch seemed to go from bottom to top, tightening his vocal cords and letting him gasp helplessly.

Luke didn't stop, his hands closed to each other's rear head, pressed down hard, and his knees came out again.

He felt a bit of pain in his knees when the bang burst.

The face in his hand recessed from his nose and his breathing was faint.

Luke routinely took them into a grocery room next to him, twisted and pressed his neck and threw them into the corner.

Continued to take away the pistols from both men, both old M1911, the same style as the first one he killed.

He checked quickly, choosing only the best one to stay and took all the magazines with him.

Almost ten minutes have passed, depending on when the Carlos guards discovered something was wrong.

Luke pushed the door out and took a slightly quicker step forward.

His ears and eyes were constantly observing the surroundings, and he quickly found a noisy place, looked at the door, and there was no sign.

Side by side, he looked through the slightly open door seams and found a lot of space inside, where a group of people were playing.

He adjusted his lower breath and pushed the door down slightly, making the door open a little bit larger.

At that point, his gaze widened.

Shake left or right outside the door seam for a few moments and you'll probably see what's going on in the room.

This is a place like the security room, where people look at their figure, they smell like a fighter, and a couple of naked people with guns in their waist.

Generally, professionals don't do this if it's not necessary, it hurts their buttocks.

Just a few glances, he probably counted the numbers.

Seventeen.

Two of them were naked women.

Most of those people were surrounded by a table, playing poker, and only two men and two women were hanging around the corner.

However, people in the room should gamble, no one goes to see the two men and women who are haunted, it seems like they are used to it.

Luke took another deep breath and moved, pushing the door open and walking in.

After entering the door, he gently pulled his feet back and closed the door gently before closing the table with quick but not impatient footsteps.

When he was almost in a pile, a guy looked up to him on the side, his eyes seemed puzzled, and he seemed to be asking, "Who is this guy?"

Luke's face was calm and waveless, his hands behind his back were raised in front of him simultaneously, and the M1911 began with a midline between his eyes, sweeping away next to each other.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

A stormy gunshot struck and the thirteen people gathered at the table fell by half in no time to react.

Two M1911, 21 rounds, knocked down eight people.

In two seconds, Luke emptied their magazines with great agility, and in the meantime, he didn't mean anything by aiming at them, just pointing the gun at the shadow and taking a shot or two.

So close, so many dense targets, bullets are harder to hit than they are to hit.

With his left hand loose, he let go of the gun, which contained 14 rounds, and let it fall to the ground on its own.

The grip on this gun is a little too big to handle.

At the same time, his body pounded over the side of the sofa, and he had swiftly replaced the regular M1911 with a new magazine.

With the impression that he had jumped forward and the noise in his ear, his hand with the gun came out of the side of the couch, aiming again at a crowd of chaotic screams.

He instantly emptied the magazine again and switched to a magazine again.

At that point, a gun was finally pulled out and fired on his side.

Luke had pounced from the other side of the sofa, and the moment his gaze swept, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Luke swiftly swept through the next room, only a scream, and no one could stand up.

He did not hesitate, the trigger in his hand was pulled again.

This time, the shooting was very rhythmic, one shot at a time, one by one, naming the players who had fallen on the table.

Any batter who sees it still moves will be given priority, and their heads will be blown off.

After emptying three magazines again and replenishing all the batters lying at the table, Luke switched the last magazine to the corner bed.

Two red-fruit women were pushed in front of each other, and the latter two guys had nowhere to run.

The bed is in the corner.

But both men's guns were thrown on the floor in front of the bed with their clothes, just three meters from the poker table, and the dense gunshots just now, a falling companion, made them dare not go.

But now, desperately, they find themselves without a chance.

Luke looked carefully after the sofa and finally determined that the four men and women across the street were completely unarmed and that there were two guns on several piles of clothes beside the bed.

Faced with two batters holding the woman in front of him, he walked out silently, slightly flanked, his right elbow raised horizontally, his left hand held steady in his right hand, the barrel was right in front of him, and the muzzle pointed slightly down towards the four people in the bed.

A fighter couldn't resist this quiet atmosphere, slightly probing half his head.

Boom!

His skull flew straight out, and the whole person leaned back.

The woman he caught in front of felt a wind on her face and then seemed to spill some warm drops on her back, holding her back against her hand and drooling.

Contacting the shooting, she understood what had happened, screaming and even crawling to hide beside her.

In Luke's sight, a thigh instantly appeared.

Boom!

“Ah!" a terrible scream sounded, another batter bent down painfully, hugging his thigh, and a blood hole appeared on it.

Boom!

With a bullet in the head, Luke didn't give him a chance to struggle.

Two women screamed together.

Luke raised his gun to them and then put a zippered gesture on his finger over his mouth.

Two fruit women resolutely shut up.

Luke walked forward and made a spinning gesture in his hand, and the two fruit girls turned their heads in awe.

They don't think the target wants to be take-her-from-back, maybe they turn around and shoot each other.

But they had no capacity to resist, so they had to do it.

Luke sliced his left hand on their neck as they turned around and turned their back on themselves, causing the two women to faint directly on their knees.

Look at himself exposed to a huge circle of white flowers, and he shook his head helplessly.