Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 120 Chapter 138: Car Accidents, Stockings, Long Legs (3 more)

Just at a junction, when I met the red light, Luke stopped the car not so tightly.

At this point, a fat white cream young man came out of the sidewalk across the street and stood on the zebra line, illuminating an officer ID: "NYPD! I'm going to requisition you...”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom, boom, boom!

Luke was riding his bike, staring at the fat white young policeman, and... a bunch of bikes he wasn't far away.

Just after this guy, who yelled at himself as NYPD, rushed out to stop the car, the first car braked urgently, and the car behind him hit down the steering wheel, and just one tire fell off the ground.

The vehicle behind was also like a domino, rampantly crashing into a large area, conservatively estimated to have tracked down more than twenty cars, two of which even flew up and landed, as if it were a movie scene.

Luke looked at the white young cop with a frightening look: Nima! Are you poisonous?

As a result... the goods also stared at the scene of the collective car accident for a moment and suddenly slipped away as if nothing was happening.

What a fucking genius!

Luke was laughing, and after looking at the car crash over there, it was amazing.

In this way, the rampage hit a large number of cars, and no one was seriously injured. Even the drivers in the two cars that flew up and smashed the floor screamed and crawled out and started making crazy phone calls.

Luke shrugged his shoulders, just when the green light came up, and he continued to pull forward.

Ten minutes later, he saw a lot of police cars patrolling the streets, seemingly looking for something.

Luke brakes hard and looks at four hot girls not far away in a strange colour.

On a BMW 760LI, sitting on four stunning pieces of sister paper, facing a police inquiry.

Then, the sister paper in the driver's seat got off.

Luke couldn't help but squeal.

A beautiful, blind man's dog's long calf first comes out of the open door, high heels slip to the ground, and then two more beautiful long legs come out, standing not far from Luke.

... it's more than a metre long leg!

And now it's November, and New York is basically either windy or rainy, with temperatures ranging between 5-10 degrees Celsius, which can kill you.

This long-legged sister wears greasy, shiny stockings, um, oily stockings with a full x super short skirt.

And those heels over 12 centimeters, almost looking down at the cop about a meter and eight.

Luke couldn't help but whistle and smile.

The police officers over there didn't pay much attention to him. After all, beautiful young people are everywhere. It's not illegal to whistle.

Instead, another sister paper came down under the car, the same petroleum stockings skirt with a very stylish colored fur, kind of like... a turkey.

But that big leg of hers would also let a bunch of dead people lick it for life.

The sister paper was dealing with the officer, and the sister paper under the driver's seat glanced at Luke.

LUKE 'S HEART SHOULD BE GOOD: For the rest of my life, I finally know what it means to have an eye discharge. This is an absolute evil!

Simply in terms of face value, this sister paper in the driver's seat is not excellent, and the details of her face are even a little masculine, but her flowing eye waves, glancing at her like a smile and not a laugh, are simply impressive.

Even the police officer who was interrogating saw her smile and the question in her mouth was knotted: “Ah, that, punch, open, oh, I mean, can you open the trunk?” The last half of the sentence was complete after he removed his gaze from the driver's seat sister's face.

Luke closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This gave his sister another glance over there.

And Luke laughed in his heart: "Yes, that's the smell. ”

He slowly pulled the car closer together.

The police officer over there looked at the other long leg and opened the trunk, which contained two silver trunks. He got nervous and immediately took two steps back: “Please open them. ”

His hand has touched the butt of his waist because the bank robbers used this silver box to carry the money.

The long leg of the driver's seat is another smirky, non-smiling expression: "Do I have to open it? Officer.”

Luke felt like he had been electrocuted again, even though the voice was cold and there was nothing deliberately prolonged.

At this moment, he stood on the sidewalk opposite the driver's long leg and looked at the two silver trunks with curiosity.

Instead, the policeman insisted: "Madam, please open them, now. ”

The long leg finally laughed, but the smile filled with ridicule and disdain, stretched out the long finger, pressed the lock and the box slowly popped open.

The police are stuck.

And Luke whistled, “Whoa, whoa! This is definitely the most fascinating view I've ever seen in my life. ”

The driver's long leg looked at him and said, "Really? ”

Luke: "Well, really. Thank you, Officer, for satisfying my curiosity and eyes, bye. ”

He went away on his bike.

The policeman looked embarrassed and waved: "Okay, ladies, you can go. ”

Damn, the robbers found two boxes of sexy underwear, which is... too happy. That's a good point, that's the most amazing view he's ever seen.

He was so excited, he didn't even think about what it was like to drive in high heels.

A moment later, the BMW of Baoblue starts again.

Luke smiled and took the bike he had just bought onto the subway before riding back to the police station.

When Luke pushed a bike in, Elsa was a little stunned: "You bought it? ”

Luke nodded: "Yes. ”

Elsa: "... is it second-hand? Um, Sam Cage's car? ”

Luke: "Uh, what? ”

Elsa pointed somewhere on the frame: "Isn't that what it says? ”

Luke just found out that there was this signature everywhere on the frame, and it seemed to be engraved with some kind of blade, maybe it was the boy's name.

Luke shrugged: “I've been wandering around the last few days, making it easier and more economical to use my bike. ”

Elsa was too lazy to care how he saved money, just asking, "What's the clue? ”

Luke's expression was subtle, and he glanced around and found the two of them still unpopular. He put the car at the table and sat down and whispered: “It was a small discovery, but I didn't know if it had anything to do with Sergei. ”

Elsa's spiritual shock: “What discovery? ”

Luke: "Remember the other day when Sergei was at the pier to meet those four big legs? ”

Elsa: "Uh, yeah. ”

Luke: “Today, I was on the street, and I saw these four women, driving a BMW 760LI. ”

And Elsa said, "Oh, what's wrong with that? ”