Super Detective in the Fictional World

After more than ten seconds, Luke landed lightly at the top of the elevator.

Determined by a sensitive sense of smell, Luke broke open the elevator door upstairs and flashed out.

Step down quietly from the second floor and start with a full sensation of smell.

Around 30 robbers were scattered here, retreating quickly as they opened fire. At the corner of the lobby, a shadow of a person wobbled, constantly firing at the robbers.

It's Detective John McLane, the tough little player who can't be beaten to death.

After Luke came down, he stood at the corner of the stairs and watched, not immediately supporting Detective John.

All of a sudden he moved his face and quickly continued down the stairs, leading to the underground parking lot.

Luke moved from the stairs down to the basement.

After coming down, leaning against the door, Luke swept through the parking lot.

Only two vans were seen parked not far away, while another obscure Ford sedan was being loaded.

Luke squinted his eyes.

He saw clearly that there was a man in the Ford sedan who was Hans, and the woman he held... was John's wife? It's like Holly-Gilero or something.

It's mainly the front desk touchscreen that shows the personal ID photo, and that's how Luke recognized the woman.

Hans, is this thing running?

Luke figured out that the Hans didn't already have the $640 million bearer bond, did he?

Of course he can't let this guy get away.

First, Hans was the prime perpetrator of tonight's case, and second, he probably ran off with that 640 million bond.

With Luke's understanding of System Experience Points, grabbing Hans and grabbing back bonds, he must have a lot of experience points.

The first-floor gunshots approached.

Luke understands that it was Detective John who attacked and retreated in a madness.

On this occasion, he acted decisively.

The cat rushed towards the two vans with a high waist, and someone had been coming out of the other corridor, retreating toward the van, and Detective John was chasing them.

Luke was distracted by Detective John through two cars and managed to infiltrate two cars 10 meters away.

He stood behind a pillar and waited for a moment.

When the crossfire was extremely intense in the tunnel, he pulled the UMP micro-pull trigger, with a slightly lower but steady velocity, aimed at a height of about one metre and two on the cabin, and swept it next to him.

Da-da-da-da-da-da!

Instantly, a row of near-straight, evenly spaced bullet holes appeared in the trunk of the van, screaming and screaming.

Luke never stopped switching a magazine for UMP in his hand, moving under his feet, changing angles, and locking another truck into the shooting range.

Da-da-da-da-da-da!

The second truck also screamed in a low, slight flutter.

His gunfire was mixed with the gunfire of the robbers, many of whom also used UMP, so few noticed anything wrong.

The robbers are in a mess.

Detective John, who could not be beaten to death, was annoyed to throw up blood, and from time to time one or two of his lonely accomplices were killed by Detective John, who also liked to ridicule them on walkie-talkies to keep his hatred steady.

Again, they had no idea that there was another invisible detective in the building who was killing.

They all subconsciously thought it was Detective John.

Detective John apparently did not have a splitting technique, although there were occasionally poor operating hours, such as the death of accomplices on both the top and 31st floors.

But the robbers themselves are in a state of tension and have no time to think about other issues at all.

As a result, Luke was kept invisible at the final evacuation point and ambushed.

Luke didn't have any surprise expression, and once he started, he wouldn't have any more excitement.

When the two magazines were finished, he did not hesitate to replace another magazine, pointing one name at each of the bandits who had been evacuated from the corridor.

Da-da-da-da! Da-da!

Several robbers screamed and fell in the vicinity of the entrance during the run.

The robbers had already been scared by the screams in the back of the car and had not figured out where to run, but now they did not have to hesitate to get shot at the ground one by one.

A sound of engines and tires rubbing the floor sounded, and the Ford sedan jumped out of the side, apparently trying to escape.

Luke didn't move again this time, he switched a magazine against a pillar, and the tire that just came out of the Ford sedan was a sweep.

Although the posture is a bit unwieldy, it can't resist a slight flush of UMP.

It sits slightly behind it, is heavily fired, and has a good accuracy, relying on the number of bullets, and Luke Hardson blew the tires out of the Ford.

Wrong car? That doesn't exist.

It's Christmas Eve, and the whole building is having a party with Nakatomi Corporation, and all the other companies are on vacation.

This is the only Ford sedan next to the two big trucks in the parking garage.

After doing all this, Luke switched positions quickly, hiding behind another cement column, and quickly replaced the UMP in his hand with a magazine.

This is also the last magazine, but Luke thinks there's very little chance of running out of it.

In the corridor over there, a man roared: "Hans-Gruber! ”

Luke picked his eyebrows and looked up slightly.

Between them, Detective John McLane was covered in blood, and the white vest on his upper body had turned into a tri-colored strip of grey, black, and red, and the legs of his pants were long and short.

With a piece of cloth wrapped around his foot and a UMP, he walked out of the aisle with a limp, his eyes filled with the fury of a bear.

Luke's a little stunned.

Detective John was a true Iron Blood Man. He was wounded like this, and he still bit Hans to death.

Over there, the doors of the Ford sedan finally opened, and Hans, the bearded man, showed up with a beautiful woman.

That's John's wife, Holly Gillero.

Luke looked straight at his head.

From the conversation between the two sides of the intercom system, he could probably understand the character of John McLane, the person who eats soft or hard.

The more you threaten him, the sharper his response.

Perhaps he was only 80 percent shooting, but whoever dares to threaten him with his wife and daughter, his shooting will immediately turn into a superstate of 100 percent, or even 120 points, saying that the head will explode.

Only a while ago, Detective John's whispering in the reward system referred to six robbers he had killed.

Not even a few RPG robbers on the second floor, but Detective John blew them up with a C4.

And in the office of the CEO on the roof, there were two bandits with bullet holes all over them.

At this point, Luke was loose.

After spending so much time here, he finally determined the environment in this parking lot, and it took a little time to detect the environment with a sensitive sense of smell.

There were no robbers behind him, all near the two exits.

Bearded man Hans drew his gun on Holly's head: "Drop the gun, put your hands up, Detective McLane. ”

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