Super Detective in the Fictional World

Two policemen resolutely dropped their guns.

Just a couple of minutes ago, Luke didn't have a gun in his hand, and they both jumped.

Now that they've been shot in the abdomen and thighs, the other side's muzzle is pointing at their heads, and all they want to resist is fools.

Besides, Luke's a cop. He wouldn't kill a cop like them.

As long as they don't die here, afterwards they have 10,000 ways and means to escape the charge of attacking Luke.

After all, Luke has no uniform and no badge.

It's not Houston, it's Wolfkiel, it's their turf.

Luke didn't say anything to the two men, he just took them out of their handcuffs and handcuffed them into a car.

The position of the handcuffs is, of course, on the safety armrest of the co-pilot, leaving their other hand to cover their wounds.

If both guys can pull the armrest apart with injuries, Luke will admit it.

They can't cover two wounds with one hand? Then extend your fingers as long as you can to see if you can hold both bullet holes together.

If you can't hold it, go to hell.

The car keys certainly didn't leave them in the car, pulling them out and throwing them in the woods.

This just happened very quickly.

Luke was already on high alert, and even when he saw the police car, he was suspicious.

However, he did know the sheriff, Brown, because he looked at the photograph in the briefing.

That's why he dropped his weapon.

But when the two of them leaned over, their hands still touched the handles between their waists.

But if you're really alert, they should pull a gun at him while they get out of the car.

The two men pressed the handle with their hands and slowly approached each other in a left-right surrounding position, which was very strange.

Luke's throwing of a gun and questioning were also probing two people, and he had to stand still with them without throwing a gun.

Drop the gun, he also picked it out, just enough to roll over and pick it up.

When he heard the Deputy Magistrate Crewe's answer later, he knew there was a problem.

It's 50 kilometers from Wolfkerr and drives here at night for more than twenty or thirty minutes on the highway.

He doesn't think the two sheriffs dare to drive over a hundred yards late at night and drive all the way here.

And the highway is a short way from here, which means that the two of them really got a police call in Wolfkel, and it took about an hour.

It's less than ten minutes before Luke hears the first shot in his ear.

Are these two sheriffs Superman? We flew from Wolfkerr to the wilderness in ten minutes, and we found it precisely.

Obviously, the two justices of the peace are in trouble.

The first time they pulled a gun on him, they tried to get him to put it down, and they approached Luke and shot him within 10 meters.

They didn't know that Luke had dropped his gun to lure them into it.

Luke took care of the two unwanted sheriffs, and that's when he picked up the satellite phone.

Dial Thomas' number, pick it up almost seconds over there.

“Chief, two policemen, self-proclaimed Sheriff Brown-York of Wolfkerr and Deputy Sheriff Krew Nicholas, came to me just as soon as I identified myself and threw down my weapon," he said. I suspect they were linked to the kidnappers and came to put an end to it. ”

Thomas: “What?” He doesn't even know how to puke anymore.

This Luke guy looks like a sunny, cheerful guy. Why do you keep seeing this kind of bad rush?

Thomas didn't hesitate: "I'll talk to the detectives and the FBI who backed you up. You didn't kill them, did you?” Killing trouble is really big.

Luke: "No, just hurt them. I have to find Selena, she's still hiding in the woods. ”

Thomas: “… be careful. ”

Luke hung up and checked for injuries to his lower left arm.

It's not much of a problem, it's just that the bullet broke through the muscles and the warhead didn't stay inside.

He wrapped his wound tightly with a bandage that was ready for pickup, which was all he could do for now.

As he handled the wound, he picked up the two pistols he had thrown away and plugged them back into the holster, walking towards the jungle.

The sheriff and deputy sheriff were blind: What's going on? We almost killed you. You just left?

Luke is running faster and faster.

He was the only one this time, and it only took him two minutes to get to the pit where Selena was.

Two words of Selena's name shouted softly before he probed.

He didn't want Selena to shoot him in the head with a fishgun.

But he stretched his head and his face sank.

Selena's gone.

Meanwhile, he smelled a familiar odor in his nose.

He frowned and swept around and finally saw a black and red liquid at the edge above the pit.

This thing, like those beaches on the ground across the lake from the host, especially the smell, is so unique.

Luke's shady face pulled down the night-vision device he had never worn, wore it securely and quickly tracked down the black red liquid.

Running over a hundred meters, he saw a long stick-like object -- a fish gun he left Selena with to defend herself.

The pistol was also attached to a rope with black and red liquid on a crossbow arrow on the rope and a smell of the liquid that had come before.

Not far from the pistol, a downward hole appeared.

Luke glanced and quickly found a rag, a shoe, at the entrance of the hole.

The rag was a piece of the T-shirt he had wrapped around Selena's foot, and the shoe he had just taken off someone else's foot and worn on her foot.

Luke took a deep breath, put his shoes to the right of the hole, then pulled out Beretta and went into that narrow, dark cave.

This cave is quite small, and Luke can't even squat forward and can only crawl.

A slightly wider cave appeared in front of him as he climbed more than ten metres obliquely down and the terrain changed.

Luke eased the movement and listened carefully to the movement inside.

No sound.

He slowly climbed out of the aisle, his eyes squeezed, and he measured it here.

He's not a geologist, he can't tell what the terrain is, but this is a cave or a crack.

The good news is nothing attacked him here.

The bad news is, there's nothing here, including Selena.

Luke bowed, held a gun in his right hand, pulled out a dog's leg knife in his left hand, and the glossy knife merged with the dark cave.

Holding the right hand of the gun with the left hand of the dog's leg knife, the body of the gun approached the face and formed a straight line with his right eye, moving quickly and finely under his feet.

Try not to make any noise and try to keep every step as smooth as possible.