Super Detective in the Fictional World

The conference room had been a mess, and the long bar table that Luke and Jimena had just stayed at had been punched in pieces, with one bandit lying in a bullet hole and the other lying by the door.

Oh, John, this guy is amazing! Luke smiled in his heart.

He didn't need any effort, and he told him the answer with a sensitive sense of smell, which was Detective John McLane.

And then I saw Detective John talking out on a walkie-talkie, and he said, "Shit, I'm calling a phony cop. You come get me, I'm in the middle of a rich building.” Looking at him like this, I don't think he's carrying a cell phone or anything.

Luke looked at the man, barefoot, wearing a vest that had begun to shatter, anxious, admired in his heart.

This Detective John, unlike Luke, possesses systems and is far more powerful than normal human beings.

He was just an ordinary policeman, but dared to fight 40 or 50 robbers.

But with Detective John's mess, Luke thinks it's a good idea not to meet him.

First, Detective John's wife, a female executive named Gilleiro, should have fallen into the hands of the robbers.

This is what happened when you inadvertently chatted with Jimena and said that Gillero actually had a husband who was a detective in New York.

So, once Luke gets out, is he coming with us to rescue this Miss Gillero?

Second, Luke was LAPD, and John wasn't. Together, he recognized John's behavior, and the problem was "taking the lead."

Thirdly, with Detective John, Luke couldn't do all he could, which was undoubtedly self-restraint.

Help clean up the robbers quietly, you can't mistake yourself for someone else! Luke thought so and was ready to slip away.

But I heard John inside get excited: "Ha ha, here he comes, finally here he comes. ”

A moment later, he screamed with disappointment: "Damn, why did a police car come? ”

But he moved quickly, and Luke watched Detective John with interest in the boom, and a moment later he could not help but applaud him: smart.

Detective John smashed the window into a big hole and threw down one of the bodies of the bandits he shot.

Now, the police car downstairs can't even be seen.

From Luke's sharp ears, he seemed to hear the roof collapse and must have hit a car.

When he first arrived, the front door of the company didn't stop, so the body had to be smashed into the police car.

A loud gunshot sounded downstairs and Luke shook his head, knowing that the Central District Police Department was definitely going to make a big move.

Now that he understands what these robbers are up to, he's not in a hurry.

And John has already called the cops, so he has to contact his boss.

Luke went up to the roof, took out his cell phone, and dialed the number.

A moment later, Dustin's voice sounded: “I'm Dustin. ”

Luke: “Boss, it's Luke. I am now in the Chungfu building in Central District, where there is a group of gunmen, all armed with heavy fire, with a figure of 40 to 50 people and more than 50 hostages. But the Central District police are on their way, and a body was just thrown in their car. Boss, can I ask your opinion? ”

Dustin was silent for a moment, and finally he said, "Tell me everything you know about each other. ”

Luke said everything quickly, and Dustin got excited: "Now that you're in there, be careful, hide for a while, don't act so fast, wait for me to let you know.” After that, he hung up.

Luke knows that Dustin must have asked the West End Commissioner.

In the Central District, it is not the West Side Police Department's turn to intervene.

But Luke was right on the scene of the crime, which gave the West Side Police the opportunity to intervene.

The news from Dustin hasn't arrived yet, and Luke is standing on the roof, blowing a cold wind, feeling a little bored.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the rooftop door behind you.

Luke reacted instantly, sticking to the side of the rooftop door immediately, inhaling deeply, smelling three people immediately, and... C4?

It's a professional gang, C4 is out.

Luke's hand pulled out of his armpit silently, and Glock 23 held it in his hand.

In a hurry, the rooftop door was pushed open, and the three men jumped up.

They were quick and unprepared.

After all, Detective John has been chased and beaten by their men and will not come to the roof.

Luke's face is calm, and Glock is in his hands without hesitation.

Bang, bang! Pfft!

Less than two meters away, or in the back of his head, he didn't have to hit twice in a row, like a kid shooting a balloon, he was named, and he didn't miss a single shot.

Luke listened to the roof and made sure there was no movement, so he checked the equipment on several people.

C4 doesn't mention it, there's a detonator, there's all kinds of ropes and wires.

At the end of the day, Luke just slightly flushed down one of the UMPs and took the magazine with him. As for the C4, he threw it downstairs into the square.

The bandits want it? Pick it up in the square yourself on the next floor.

When Luke was about to go downstairs, he saw the open space outside, and the police car had rushed over, and several searchlights were lit and directed toward the building.

He stopped and saw a squad of SWATs show up.

Luke looked at the eight guys and his balls ached: Did you get the information wrong? There are 40 or 50 armed bandits in here. How dare you go inside? Is this the brain of a pig?

But what can he do now?

Gunshot alert? Nor are these special police cowards, but rather speed up their approach to the building and seek shelter.

I'm sure it's too late.

If SWAT would be careful and look into the information when they arrive, the information from Dustin would certainly pass here.

But the field commander was too impatient to let SWAT on the scene, leaving no time for Dustin to pass on the information.

Luke helplessly watched several SWAT officers disappear into sight and enter the lower level of the building.

Unexpectedly, a moment later, a fierce gunshot sounded, Luke could hear the screams caught in the gunshot, and apparently SWAT was ambushed.

Luke didn't say a word. Dustin didn't move. He couldn't do anything about it.

He was too big to cross the West Side Police Department to command Central Side Police Department personnel.

Don't tell him, the West End Police Commissioner can't do that either.

A moment later, a light armoured vehicle drove out.

With Luke's eyes lit up, LAPD is different. You can pull this stuff out at will. Normally gangsters have no choice but to take this armored car.

But the next moment he was stunned.

A fire line was fired from somewhere on the second floor of the building.

Boom!

The armoured vehicle, which was driving up the stairs, was hit by a rocket.

“FUXK!” Luke had to curse.

……

(Double monthly ticket for the last day of the month, continue to ask for this day)