Super Detective in the Fictional World

So Luke and Bell bullshit for a while, going from her to a bunch of little steel balls.

These little steel balls are slightly smaller than the cinnamon, but they're not light, so it's easy for Luke to throw them out and punch a hole in the head of an ordinary person.

If you cover up and hit the bone joint, it can also hurt.

With this, he shot off several gangsters' guns, put an end to several robberies and a strong girl's work, and he didn't show up at all. He threw a steel ball more than 10 meters away and the other party immediately fainted.

As for the fingerprints? Oh, of course he's always wearing gloves.

Luke was a little touched by the fact that he was able to earn a lot of points on this kind of loitering.

New York City, the capital of crime, is a great place to earn experience, and there's no way to catch all kinds of petty crimes.

It also means that experience points can't be spent.

Luke spent two days doing this, painting over 130 experience points, not less than he earned in Los Angeles.

But this is also for the time being.

New York is a battlefield, a place where supercriminals, superheroes, even alien powers and fleets are landing.

Luke is too weak to stick his head in yet.

That would amount to just getting out of the new village, entering the senior player's practice point, and it would be easy to kill him in a weird way.

A good thing about a chaotic metropolis is that he was able to experiment with the first robbery here.

It doesn't matter if you succeed or fail, mainly because you are familiar with the business, and you just need to be proficient in the future.

He ended up targeting a group of traffickers in Queens.

The main reason is that it is closer to his place and more than a ten-minute drive away, making it easy for him to get back and forth.

Brooklyn has a number of good targets, but it's a long way from here, and it takes more than an hour to get back and forth.

Luke decided to do it tonight after a day bus ride around the neighborhood and a lunch at a fast food restaurant nearby.

In the afternoon, Luke stayed alone in his apartment, painting on a mask not slowly.

It took him a long time to let go of the paint in his hand, pick up the hair dryer, and blow the paint dry.

This is a disposable item that doesn't need to be done too well.

When Elsa came back at night, Luke greeted her before closing the door and sleeping.

At ten o'clock, Luke heard no movement in the upper room, knowing Elsa was probably asleep.

This highly motivated woman is also tired of checking information at the police station in the last few days.

Luke put a black backpack on his back and pushed the door out.

This is a civilian area with little surveillance around it, and Luke quickly changed his clothes and deliberately made a drum bag of some parts of his body.

The last time Sergei was found, his figure was simulated by a computer. Of course he wouldn't be so stupid.

There is also a backpack on the back, which undermines the integrity of the back.

The shoes underfoot were also changed into a bigger, slightly elevated leather boot.

A hooded sweatshirt is a good choice, with a hat around it, and no one can even see his face.

Walking out a block, Luke took a taxi to a bar near his destination tonight.

Pay to get off at the bar, not go in, but go around the back alley, flip over the trash can, climb on the wall with your hands and flip over.

This is an old apartment building.

Luke stood in the corner and started dressing again.

Two minutes later, Luke checked himself, found no problem, put his backpack on, and the whole person walked into the apartment building without slowing down.

The walls of this apartment building are kind of old green, time eroded, the bright green of the past became a little dim, and it looked like it was full of bad vibes.

Go up to the third floor, turn out of the corner, and a short black fat man with a headset is there to entertain himself.

Luke walked five or six meters away before this fat black man noticed the shadow of the corner of his eye and turned his head and looked at it.

Then, you see a black hole with a gun pointed at him.

The fat black man opened his mouth and dared not say anything.

Luke made a few gestures, and the fat black man opened the door beside him, kneeling down and lying on the ground.

The next moment, the black fat man had a headache and passed out.

Luke retracted his hand, grabbed the fat black man and shook his head with regret.

There's only one knife on this guy.

He held the knife in his hand and took a deep breath with his eyes closed, sensitized to the smell.

Countless odor lines formed and he quickly locked the people in the room.

Six men and one woman!

Two on the right side of the sofa, one man and one woman on the middle sofa, two on the left side of the sofa and one on the toilet.

Luke walked into this room at a very normal pace.

The nigger on the right playing the game with a handle stunned: “What's the-hell?! ”

But Luke pointed at the mouth of the black hole in his right hand, holding the knife upside down in his left hand, sticking his index finger out in his lip, comparing to a silent gesture.

The black man got nervous and his fellow players stared at him with dissatisfaction, and then looked on his side and stopped.

The next moment, on the middle sofa, a woman in a jumpsuit in a super short red leather dress screamed: "Ah! ”

Luke crooked his head and seemed to be measuring the woman from her chest to her belly, with only a few fine lines to reveal a long body dress.

She sat beside Luke on the back of the sofa so she could see him as soon as she turned her head.

The black man next to her was alert, threw down the handle, grabbed a pistol next to her, and turned around and pointed at Luke.

Luke waved his left hand so fast that the knife he had been holding disappeared instantly that the next moment he stuck it in the black man's chest.

He looked at the knife handle on his chest with confusion, and the gun fell off as soon as he loosened his hand.

Luke moved, and he was in front of the nigger, and his left hand caught the gun.

One move on his right hand, the original gun Glock 23 had been plugged back into his waist, quickly exited the black boss's pistol and looked, then plugged the magazine back in.

A few people had no idea they were going to do this in front of them, and they hadn't responded for a while.

It wasn't until the four men on the couch remembered that Luke had finished checking the guns, just lifting the muzzle and pointing to the two closest to the right.

This is... damn it!

These people were all villains, and they didn't have lives on their hands, but what was happening in front of them was a little weird.

In their eyes, the man in black who broke in quietly was like a ghost.

A wide cape, a Zorro hat, from trousers to leather boots, all black.

Only the mask on his face had a weird, good-looking smile, and a neatly painted eight-word beard.

Along with his slightly skewed head, several men and women at first glance caught cold.

Luke took a little recorder out of his pocket, pressed the play key, and the mechanical electronic audio came up: "Where's the money? ”

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