Super Detective in the Fictional World

He was brutally bloodthirsty, and he was obliged to report it. He was only doing it if he could do it to each other if he disagreed.

But his people haven't seen the super killer yet, so they beat up half the time, Sergei farted!

He was grumpy and cold blooded.

He's bloodthirsty, he's a killer.

He's got a lot of people, he's a good shooter.

“Let's get out of here, don't get involved with that killer.” Sergei was bleeding when he said it.

Shit, this is not just $10 million worth of stolen money, but a lot of people lost, and they could be wanted later by the NYPD.

This time, it's a huge loss!

Luke hid in the dragon, watched Sergei move, and he thought, "Wanna run? You ran away, then I won't work for nothing.

He kept squatting and placed his pistol steadily in front of him, his legs following him in a strange, roundabout position, seventy-eight metres apart, watching Sergei's pedestrians embark on two Land Cruisers parked not far from the road.

Luke hey laughed, pulled two special mines out of his backpack that were meant for the big legs, put them under two cars.

Then he took out his fake phone, operated it twice, looked up at the countdown and started, which was when he picked up his fake phone.

He counted slightly: “Nineteen eighty-seven...”

The car, which was full of fighters, had already been started and driven out.

“Five, four, three, two...” He has found the right spot to unload the magazine and look at the bullets that are almost empty. Shake your head: "One! ”

Boom!

After two low hits, the first off-road vehicle, whose speed had risen, was twisted and suddenly turned out on its side.

And Sergei's second Land Cruiser was a little better, not yet fast, and the driver slowed down in a hurry, and the car pulled out more than 10 meters in a skewed direction before stopping.

On Luke's side, he switched onto a magazine and steadily lifted his gun, aiming at the second Land Cruiser.

The door opened, several shooters jumped down first, looked around in panic, and the gun in their hand followed suit.

Luke didn't move until all four gunmen got out of the car before pulling the trigger decisively.

Pup, pup, pup! Pup, pup, pup!

Four shooters who protected Sergei wanted to run down the road were named by him and cleared out instantly.

Just leave Sergei standing there rigidly, gauging around: "Who are you? I can give you anything you want...”

Luke just ignored him. This guy just needs to get to him alive, that's all.

As for what Sergei wanted to say and what he wanted to do, it was of no value to him.

His value to Luke was just the killer of Katie, not the identity of the gang boss.

The Land Cruiser rolled over a little further ahead and several gunmen crawled out of the car with their heads full.

Luke had quietly changed his position and moved to a pickup truck bucket more than 10 metres away, pointing a bullet at each of the four men who had climbed out.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

With just the last round left, Luke exited the magazine.

He goes on duty and always brings more magazines.

Even so, the five magazines he brought out were almost empty.

Luke was not in a hurry to get out and concentrated the remaining bullets and pressed them into a magazine.

Even so, there are only twelve rounds.

The good news is that the M1911 he stole from the truck driver still had seven rounds of ammunition, while Sergei himself was the only one capable of movement in the Sergei gang.

Luke's brief adjustment period gave Sergei the luxury of pounding on the roadside meadow and then lying on the ground in the dragon.

Luke just put the magazine on right now and saw a meter and nine tall, just like Sergei the bear did, and he smiled and a baseball appeared on his hand again.

The ball missed Sergei's gun and bounced back into the car dragon. He found this great savior and picked it up and put it in his pocket.

Watching Sergei try to look up and gauge, then bow to the back of his body escaping, Luke hey, smile, put on a standard throwing pose again and throw the baseball out.

The next moment Sergei felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and fainted when it was dark in front of him.

Luke walked over and pulled out the plastic strap and tied his hands behind his back.

Well, handcuffs aren't there, and he's not qualified to be handcuffed here.

Elsa's phone came up: "Luke, the big legs are running, and now they're moving the van. If you don't come back, I'm going alone. ”

Luke sweats on his forehead: "Calm down! I'm done here. I'll be right over. ”

Why do you suddenly want to pick four? Elsa didn't wake up all of a sudden!

Speaking in his mouth, he carried Sergei in a coma as a shield and ran to the pickup truck.

And Sergei is the most important thing to him, the big legs... Mm-hmm, that's NYPD business.

Whether it was stolen and found or left behind is no different for Luke.

He's not the kind of guy who looks at police honor as life in a film and television production, so he won't swear to capture all the criminals.

But that big leg of electricity couldn't just let her go, and Luke wasn't alive, let alone helping her for no reason.

Beyond five times the power of ordinary people, Luke ran fast, even with Sergei, and quickly reached the position of a roadblocking van.

Over there, jump off a long-leg stop truck and get ready to go back to the A8.

The moment before she got down, she saw Luke running off with a man in his truck driver's seat.

Just a few dozen measures, this big leg grows its mouth: “What the hell? ”

She recognized the guy on Luke's shoulder, not the one who almost caught them!

But why did Sergei Mo somehow get carried away? There's never going to be one of those idiot men with a coma boss to attack the enemy.

When I think about the heavy fire just now, all Sergei's people seem to have disappeared, and there's some chills in the heart of this long leg: who is this guy in front of me?

Luke ran more than twenty meters behind the sedan and threw Sergei on the floor with his hands on his gun.

One hand Glock 23, one hand M1911, he quickly moved behind Audi's driver's seat side: "WOW! A few beautiful ladies have finally caught up with you. ”

In the open driver's car window, it turns out to be the hot-eyed girl.

She looked at Luke with amazement: "Who are you…?” She always thought the guy was a little familiar.

Luke smiled softly: "It doesn't matter. What matters is you can't walk now, can you? ”

Hot Eyed looked at him with a smile on her face, and Luke smiled, "Don't let your people take risks, you're not as good at shooting as Sergei's men. I can kill them all, and I can kill you all. ”

"You killed all Sergei's men? ”