Super Detective in the Fictional World

A huge force knocked the driver over his back and stared at Venus.

A baseball hitter can't be a violation of the law! Luke muttered in his heart, turning the driver upside down and punching him in the back of the head.

He grabbed the pistol, picked up the baseball, and put it in his pocket.

This gun can still be used in an emergency, as long as no one finds out he fired it.

Solved this driver, and Luke accelerated the move.

Four long legs were already surrounded and, after a few minutes at most, they could only surrender with their hands raised if they did not want to be killed.

Luke wanted to touch the fish in the water how to allow this to happen.

Over thirty meters away, Sergei glanced over the AK of a horse around him, pointing at the elusive leg over there.

Luke was lying in the middle of nowhere, and Sergei was aiming at the big leg of the electric eye, how could that work?

He suddenly stood up in a standard throwing position with his right hand swinging and the baseball flying off on a near-straight trajectory, banging on the AK in Sergei's hand.

Sergei smiled over there, but the AK in his hand had begun to turn.

Unfortunately, the force in his hand subconsciously held his fingers, including the trigger.

So the AK went after the circle.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

After a series of gunshots, Sergei looked silly and three of his right-hand men had been knocked down, presumably dying, with only a few lucky ones looking at him shakingly.

Sergei has no idea what happened.

The pitch that Luke threw exceeded the highest record in the National League of Professional Baseball.

In order to save that electric eye's leg, he had a full blast, at least at a hundred and eighty.

After this interruption, the big legs had a chance to breathe and run another 120 meters.

Luke turned on his fake phone and photographed Sergei holding AK and all three bodies lying next to him.

Oh, as soon as this video is taken out and that AK is obtained, Sergei's murder charges will not escape.

Sergei himself didn't know what was going on, so Luke did something wrong.

Suddenly, a somewhat familiar figure appeared in his field of view.

Luke stunned, swinging the alarm in his heart: Shit, how did this toxic guy get here?

Between the tails of the dragon, that Worthbourne showed up and was running this way with a gun.

And then... he pointed the gun at the big leg: “Ha ha, finally got you. Freeze! Freeze! NYPD!”

Luke: …

Long legs: …

The next moment, a series of bullets swept up, beating Worthbourne like a mouse, and the big legs squatted down to hide.

LK: Is this really stupid? Women robbers are important, but can't you see the dozens behind them with heavy firepower? If you want to take credit, you don't want your life.

With the advent of Worthbourne, the pressure on the big legs was a little less. Who let him have a gun and yelled "NYPD”! Of course, the bandits gave him priority.

Luke watched with a cold eye, watching that Worthbourne get beat up crawling around in the car, shaking his head.

At that point, Elsa finally got the message: "The terms are settled, you can do it. ”

Luke thought about it and said, "I want to ask, if I kill too many people later, will there be no problem?” Sergei's got too many people, he can't keep his hands off it.

Elsa stunned for a moment and said, "It's okay, you can do as much as you want with those heavily armed gangs. Sergei, however, must live. ”

Luke: "Understood. You keep an eye on the situation in the distance, let me know if you have any questions. ”

“Got it, you be careful.” Elsa said.

Far away, she saw Luke's cat marching behind the tires of a big truck.

There are more than thirty people on the other side, so he won't stand up foolishly with them on fire.

Pup, pup, pup!

Two bandits standing on the side of the road shooting, falling silently!

Luke rolled one over and moved the rear tire from the bottom to the other side.

Pfft!

A bandit who's burying his head is on the ground!

Luke drilled out of the van and squatted there quietly, suddenly raising his hand to the right after a moment.

Two of the gunmen ran small and shouted and drilled out of the vehicle hallway.

Pup, pup, pup!

The two men bowed down.

The gun in his hand immediately turned to the left, and the other bandit just turned to look at the two companions on the right with astonishment.

Pfft!

The guy kept a surprised look on his face, fell down, rolled twice on the ground, slightly convulsed and motionless.

The series of attacks took less than a minute, and Luke swam in the hiding place of the traffic, hitting and walking without stopping.

Every shooter he double-clicked to change targets, none of them were defeated, and seven Sergei gang members fell at once.

This is already one fifth of the total number of Sergei visitors this time, and is part of a besieging circle, as the long legs fleeing East Pennsylvania immediately noticed.

Though they did not know what was going on here, they also decisively changed direction and killed a backhoe.

If they don't hide this way, they're going to throw themselves into the net and run into the perimeter of the Sergei gang in front.

At this moment, Luke killed this group of bandits in the dragon, and Sergei's arrangement was like a hole in the bottom of a net pocket, and he was immediately escaped by this group of long legs.

Luke did not come close to the big legs and quietly hid at the bottom of a big truck, leaving them running back.

He was like a ghost, shooting cold guns under the cover of a vehicle while Sergei's men were chasing him.

Almost all of them fired at close range under cover, and every double hit the Sergei gang was going to knock down the next man.

A little further away, the bandit could not see him at all, but suddenly heard a few bangs and one or two of his companions fell down.

By the time Sergei gangs had returned from the crowd surrounding the road blockade at the end of the dragon, 15 companions had fallen again on both sides of the traffic lane and the side of the road.

Together with the first seven pockets, Luke had 22 dry parties in 10 minutes.

This is not counted as the truck driver he knocked out and the three people who died with Sergei's hand.

Now, Sergei looks at the ten men in front of him, not angry in his heart, but cold-blooded: Shit, is this a ghost? Where did you come from, you super killer?

Sergei had no idea this man was a cop, and this ghostly, horrible guy didn't scream, killing more than 20 of his men without saying a word.

He's never heard of such a dark cop in New York.

Sergei's heart is full of regression.