Super Detective in the Fictional World

When the weapon was in hand, Luke was sure to keep moving and began to take off the man's tactical vest and holster.

These little things are not eye-catching, but the difference between having them and not having them is obvious during a real sports war.

He moves gently but quickly.

With the person in front of him and the cover of the body, no one leaned back for a while to look at the bucket of the nearest car, even the driver in the driver's seat stretched his neck and looked in front.

One minute, Luke completes the looting of the equipment, and the corner of his mouth smiles: Now, who's the hunter and who's the prey, it's hard to say!

Stay on the bucket, walk past the probe and look at the driver in front.

The man turned his subconscious head and said, "George, you...”

Luke's arm was round, like a big ear shave, and he punched him in the face with a backhand and hit him straight back in the driver's seat.

Without stopping at all, he moved laterally to the side of the second car.

This driver is more committed than the one just now and has opened the door and stood on the pedal looking inside the circle.

The next moment, his neck was strangled with one hand, the whole person was picked up, followed by a heavy blow to the back of his head and stuck in the driver's seat.

In front are the other two cars and the seven people surrounding them.

Luke leaned not so slowly over, and the Beretta 92FS in his hand had been lifted, and if any of these people turned around and found him, he would have had to bloodwash the group.

But this time he can't kill all the people, he has to leave some of them as witnesses.

The more witnesses you have, the more you can't hide the case.

Of course, he only leaves the little ones responsible for the fight, like the innkeeper Gus.

The real highest-ranking people are the ones waiting for the prey to arrive in this playground, and they won't be eye-catching people in hotels.

These people should be richer, have a higher status in society, have more relationships, and he won't let these guys survive.

The relationship between the dead and the living is completely different.

As for the revenge of these guys' relatives? Will they not avenge him if he forsakes them?

Near the end of the crowd, Luke put the gun in his hand back into the armpit holster and grabbed the heads of the two together with his hands.

With a bang, the two fell softly, leaving only the last five.

Luke's movements accelerated sharply, exploding at full force, his feet smashing but moving quickly, and his fists bursting lightly.

While the effects of the narcotics remain in him, allowing him to react at only half the usual level of strength, it remains simple to sneak up on those who are almost immobile and unprotected.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

All five men were instantly knocked down on the ground.

Luke's gaze swiftly swept over these people and quickly established their identity.

Dressed in firearms and apparatus, he was obviously superior, he directly put a heavy punch in the back of one person's head, beat these people's seven tricks to bleed, and died instantly.

He confirmed again that he had not missed anyone, as the group did not appear to be poorly equipped.

The reason he didn't use his gun to kill these people was not to impress the game players across the lake.

The reason why they did not wring their necks was so that when the case was investigated, he would not be challenged as an irresistible criminal.

After this investigation, he said he feared that the other group would fight back, his fist was just a little heavy, and no one could pick out his fault.

No one can hold a fist when facing more than a dozen armed kidnappers.

He took the weapons from these men and left a generic model of the M1911. By the way, he took the quick-drawn holster from the owner's leg and put it on himself, and he stuck all the universal magazines of the two pistols in his tactical vest.

On the other leg is a knife sheath with a nice dog's leg knife.

Look at the guy with his hands nailed to the pier and look at him with a frightened look.

Luke had a cold smile on his face: "As a decoy, you passed. So you can go die.

Said he went up to a big foot and kicked this guy in the face to his head for two hundred and seventy degrees, like looking up into the night sky.

After doing all this, Luke checked on four cars and found no cell phones except walkie-talkies.

These people are communicating on walkie-talkies, and that's a problem.

Running?

He was completely unfamiliar with the terrain, and was damaged by a few traps on the road, making it even more troublesome to sweep around.

Fighting is so easy now because he can fight alone, can run, can jump, can go back and forth to freedom.

Driving away with Selena, who is still powerless with anesthetics, is a living target.

He's got a cold light in his eyes: kill them all!

He's wasted 300 points tonight, and he's almost dead, and he can't swallow that breath.

Well, well, actually buying points for ability isn't a waste, but he thinks these guys are wasting their points.

Hanging a night vision device around his neck, he boarded the thickest off-road pickup truck, started the car and drove across the lake bank.

One or two gunshots just came in stealthily. Obviously, the Bobs didn't do very well.

Luke was driving, and a car came across the street.

When Luke's car came in, the car slowed down, and the guy in the bucket waved, “Hey, what's going on over there? ”

Luke held the steering wheel in his left hand and pulled the M1911 out of the holster with his right hand.

Loosen the throttle at the foot, step on the brake, turn the steering wheel over your right hand, turn the gun over your left hand, and lift your left hand out of the open window.

Pfft!

He barely had to double-tap the driver's side face on the opposite side of the vehicle.

After a bullet exploded the driver's head, the two cars happened to advance a little further towards each other. In the surprised look of the man in the bucket, Luke only lifted the gun in his hand slightly.

Pfft!

One more bullet to the head.

He loosened the lightly stepped brake under his foot, stepped back on the throttle and lifted the speed.

Behind you, there was only one SUV that had been parked in place without movement.

Pushing the gun back into the holster, Luke felt calm.

In the last lifetime, there was a saying in China that he was very much in favour of being quiet every time he killed someone.

Murder is a work that requires attention and cannot be trifled with.

Well, that's the original version of every big thing that's quiet.

But for Luke today, killing the other bunch of too many players is a big deal.

Driving close to the lake, Luke met the first person to play a game of obsession.

Two cars, four players in front of the teenager Bobby.

Bobby had several arrows on his body at the moment, but none of them were in the critical area.

He screamed, struggling to escape.

This group of gamers is vicious and they shoot places that don't kill quickly, such as arms and abdomen.