Super Detective in the Fictional World

More than ten seconds later, Luke approached the two yachts.

It's already across from this little lake, and it's easy to understand how defensive they are.

He's dragging Selena, and even if one swims fast, it's impossible for both of us to swim fast.

Most of the game players are still slowly coming across the lake.

No one ever thought that Luke was too strong to hang up and was born a few hundred meters past the lake before all the game players responded.

When he got to the yacht, he took Selena under the wooden dock on the side and asked her to hold the pillar, then he climbed up lightly along the pillar.

Both of the fast boats came to the pier, obviously waiting for someone to come.

He came up from the front end of the pier and they were still standing not far away talking about smoking.

Luke grinned when he heard a slightly familiar voice and the evaluation of Selena's body appeared again in that mouth: I found you!

At the bottom of his feet, while the pier boards made a noise, he had come behind the two men and punched a man in the right hand behind his head.

He was uncertain that the man was going to die, but when he could survive the rescue, he was presumably paralyzed.

Meanwhile, he held the man's neck beside him with his left hand and tightened it gently, immediately preventing the guy from shouting, smoothly retracting his right fist and punching him in the stomach in front of him.

After all this, he dragged this guy's clothes and shoe caps over and over, checking for weapons.

As a result, the two men had no guns and only two daggers.

Luke wasn't too disappointed, so he quickly put his clothes on and went to the pier to pick up Selena, who was going to hold her on the column.

The silly chick is a little shivering.

She doesn't have Luke's extraordinary physique, she soaks in the lake at night, she hasn't exercised, and she's trembling all over the place.

Luke quickly changed the skinny man's coat and made her stand still, so he jumped off two speedboats for a moment to check.

Less than two minutes later, he went to the pier again, with a small bag in his hand and a long stick-like object, a fish gun.

The guy holding his stomach and vomiting on the ground is slowing down and struggling to get up.

Luke walked up to him and squatted down: "You said my partner's body exploded, right? ”

The man looked terrified.

Luke didn't mean to ask him to answer, he stuffed a towel in his mouth violently, stuffed his mouth like it was going to explode, and then pulled it out on his waist, and the two nails that had been on his waist didn't show up in his hand.

Luke held the man's hand in place, raised his hand and smashed an iron nail into his hand.

He chose not a muscle, but a skull directly in the palm of his hand, a core site associated with most of his hand bones.

The man on the ground stared at his eyes and whimpered wildly in his stuffed mouth.

Luke looked indifferent, stepped on the hand he was nailed through, then pressed his other hand, and the second nail was re-photographed.

Pfft!

The man turned his eyes and fainted directly on the ground.

After all this, it was only twenty seconds of work, and Luke put Cersei's trembling silly girl on her back and pulled her legs off and ran.

This run is just for a few minutes.

He also specializes in running in densely wooded areas and ends up parked in a depression.

This is under a two-stone tree with a falling tree so that it won't be spotted as long as it's not stuck in for a few meters and looking down with a night vision.

Luke stuffed the silly girl in and told her, "Don't run, don't make a sound, try to hide yourself, I'll be right back. Take this pistol. If it wasn't for me, you'd shoot Miss Tate! ”

When he finished, he wanted to go, and Serena's hand grabbed his horn: "Safety, safety first! ”

Luke smiled and hugged her: “I'm smarter than you. ”

As he turned out of the pit, he grabbed the bag and started walking away.

He came in sick as a horse, but only at a normal rate of walking.

As he walked, he looked at the bottle in his hand, making sure it was mineral water that had not been opened, and directly grunted both bottles.

Normal people do this, and the kidneys will not be protected under intense exercise.

He doesn't care.

Nearly five times the body mass, his circulation rate is faster than that of ordinary people, and he needs a lot of water to dilute the effect of the narcotics in his body.

He wasn't sure how he got the anesthetic. Drinking more water wouldn't hurt.

He quickly returned to the lake and saw four cars parked near the pier, a group of people surrounding them.

They're asking the bad luck guy who got pinned down by Luke because the guy who got knocked out couldn't even wake up.

But these people are amazing, and none of them went up there and pulled that wretched hand out of the dock, and they just went around asking questions like that.

Luke laughed while watching that wretched bastard scream and answering these people's questions.

Game player!

These people are better equipped, but their minds are still playful, even if they are sadistic, but they are ultimately not really professional killing machines.

A group of people asked around the wounded, and nobody even noticed behind them.

Of course, Luke understands why these people are so careless.

The Bob family is definitely not working. There are three drag bottles, and Bob is now alive and badly injured unless he runs away from his family.

He and Selena are the only ones left.

Luke and his men also received a large amount of anesthetic, and it was inevitable that they would be weak under normal conditions.

On the other hand, there are as many as 30 to 50 players on one side of the game, most with bows and guns, and many with night vision and walkie-talkies.

If you were an ordinary cop, you wouldn't dare come back for their trouble if you escaped.

Dozens of these things are rare in shooting games, let alone reality.

Unfortunately, Luke happens to be one of them.

Together, four months has passed since he killed the scum, and it's not the first time he's killed 50 of them.

Walk to the crowd with a light foothold, as if these players had just returned from the outside.

It was only less than ten seconds for him to get to the group of people from a hiding place, close to twenty meters.

The target he chose was a man who stood on a bucket and looked up at those two bastards in the crowd.

Luke made a slight noise as he gently flipped onto the car.

This person's unconscious head twisted only halfway, the back of his head hurts so badly that he fainted in the dark.

Luke held his body close behind him, keeping his body intact, and his hands had quickly taken the Beretta 92FS, followed by several magazines inserted into his pants waist.