Super Detective in the Fictional World

On a bike, along which there was no smell, Luke passed through the alley, and eventually seven rounds and eight turns to an old building.

He took a quick look around, and this is an old-fashioned residential building, just out of repair for ages.

There are still people living in the building, but they are either poor or have problems with their status, such as illegal immigrants, such as some invisible criminals.

Luke weighed this for a moment and simply lifted his bike and headed upstairs.

On the way, I met a couple of mothers and daughters and watched him carry upstairs without any surprise.

Anyone here who dares to put the car downstairs will disappear in less than 10 minutes, whether it's a bike or a car, basically.

Upon reaching the third floor, Luke took another breath and determined what was going on in there, which put the car away: "Hello, you've got the takeout. ”

There was silence in it.

Luke smiled softly: "Miss Vanessa, you ordered the takeout. ”

After a moment, the door suddenly opened and a gun pointed directly at the door, but no one was there.

Luke smiled softly, "Well, that's not very friendly, Miss Vanessa. ”

The man with the gun in the door, not Vanessa?

He slanted the muzzle and pointed at her: "Now, can we put the gun down and talk about it? ”

Vanessa's face was cold: “What's there to talk about? Didn't you come to get us? ”

Luke laughed again: "Oh, I'm going to get you, not now. ”

Vanessa bit her teeth and finally dropped her gun: "Come on, what do you want? ”

Luke took a quick breath: "Oh, the other three ladies, don't be so nervous. Aren't you tired of holding your gun? ”

A moment later, Vanessa helplessly indicated that she had dropped her gun in the three long legs that stood scattered around the corner of the room.

Luke just rushed into the door and hugged Vanessa.

With strong physical strength, Vanessa's instinctive resistance is useless.

Luke easily suppressed her struggle and turned her over and blocked herself: “Oh, four beautiful ladies, we meet again, miss me? ”

Vanessa bit her teeth and she had no idea that Luke was moving so fast, so powerful, and so well versed in close combat skills that she was almost like a Barbie doll in his hand and was easily clipped backwards and turned into a shield.

Luke's head was right behind her head and one hand pressed hard against her waist and hips, working with her to control the movement of her hands, making it difficult for her to resist.

Luke had measured these women over and over again, laughing in his heart.

Obviously, these guys are not doing very well.

The clothes were obviously shattered and rotten. They must have come from somewhere. Their lips were dry and their faces were atrophied. They were probably chased by the NYPD all afternoon.

Luke shouted, “Alas, such a beautiful lady, how can she be so depressed? I'm a kind man, so help me out. ”

He slowly pulled Vanessa out of the door.

Leaving the boundaries of the three long legs in the room, Luke immediately relaxed.

He looked at Vanessa's gun with a smile and found that there was no bullet in it. He couldn't help but cry.

These people are really poor, they can only scare people with empty guns, and they are drunk.

Luke pulled it out of his body, took out a roll of green oil knife, and threw it at Vanessa, who looked angrily at him. This was the money he came from the knocked Sergei, and it didn't hurt at all.

He then took off the two bags on the bike and hung them on her.

Vanessa: What?

Luke: “I told you, I'm here to deliver. As a small compensation, including that little bit of money. Well, it's good to see you again, hoping you won't point a gun at me the next time we meet. ”

After that, he also put Vanessa's gun in her hand, lifted his bike and slipped down the stairs.

Vanessa: … What the hell is going on here?

Her head was all messed up, and she didn't come back until the three big legs came out and asked her where Luke was, “Well, he's... gone. ”

The three long legs face each other.

Looking at what was in her hand, she had to be curious.

The knife must be good, especially for them today.

Sergei, the original technical backer, has been overthrown and their own car has been lost.

Besides, after doing this, they're going away and leaving no backup in New York at all.

And look at that roll of cutlery, it's all 100 denominations, about 20, enough to get them through the frowning rush.

Mostly the NYPD are searching them wildly, and they don't have much time to get money and are too exposed.

Otherwise, four big girls go out, their long legs light up, and they can crawl into some hormone-ridden man.

The shooter didn't take it. He gave me a stack of knives. What was in the last two big bags?

Three long legs were puzzled because they seemed to smell food.

They're not familiar with that smell, but it must be food.

This is even more important for those who are hungry for half a day and are temporarily afraid to go shopping.

Vanessa shook her head helplessly: "Let's go somewhere else and see what's in the bag. ”

Half an hour later, four long legs moved into another building a few hundred meters away, sitting at a dining table in a deserted room, pulling open the dust-covered white cloth.

When the dust flattens, Vanessa opens those two big bags and reveals more than a dozen lunch boxes.

Put it on the table and open it. The four women face each other.

Although these things differ from their usual appearance, they are undoubtedly food and meat.

One big leg couldn't help but swallow his saliva: “Is it really takeout? ”

Vanessa frowned: "Is everything all right? Probably drugged? ”

With a slight hesitation, she was the one who moved the van in the afternoon and said, “Let me try it.” She grabbed a fork and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing it wildly.

The remaining three women: …

What happened to the takeout at the end, Luke didn't care.

At this moment, he went back to the yakitori shop beautifully and packed a hundred knives for takeout.

The owner saw him come again, a little strange: "Geez, have you finished what you just brought back? ”

Luke: “Well, it's not good enough at all, so I'll buy some more. ”

The owner laughed, “Well, I have the best taste in Hong Kong. ”

Luke nodded: “I know, Chinese specialty food.” His second sentence is in Mandarin.

The owner was surprised: "Yo, you speak exactly Chinese. ”

Luke: “I love Chinese food, especially food. ”