Super Detective in the Fictional World

Twenty minutes later, Daniel sent Luke to the edge of 93 provinces, watching Luke get out of his car, sighing helplessly, but turning around quickly.

Daniel spent so much time in Paris that taxis touched too many people, all sorts of things.

He knows that people with too much curiosity are cooling down especially fast.

Daniel was also well positioned, and he never thought he was going to be a big shot, nor was he interested.

So he can drive a taxi very happily.

Daniel can only pray for this generous millionaire so… he can win another thousand euros himself.

Luke was carrying his own backpack, not rushing forward, but buying a grey black hooded sweatshirt, a regular pair of grey black denim pants, a pair of regular skateboard shoes, directly in cash, before some supermarket discount cleared his clothes for the season.

Of course, the price doesn't depend on quality and style.

He also asked the clerk to bring him two bottles of mineral water and some chocolate.

He didn't go into this little supermarket, and of course he wasn't filmed.

Then he turned on his sensitive sense of smell, and along the smell of those cars in the air, he slowly found a place.

Looking at an abandoned site in the distance, he quietly found a hidden corner in a piece of architectural waste and stayed down.

He got off the plane after 3: 00, took a taxi out of the airport to the city almost 4: 00, and found a quick hotel to hang out at about 5: 00.

Two girls, Amanda and Kim, were found outside the apartment and were followed all the way here, after six o'clock.

In Paris in January, after an hour at most, the sky darkens, and within two hours, the night can cover most of the things.

He was also in no hurry, slowly changing all his clothes, including his shoes.

There are also thin gloves in the backpack with a large mask that has always been ready, just put them on when you're on the move.

Fifteen minutes later, he checked several accessories on his body and was ready to go.

Finally, he solved the physiological problem in a remote corner of the rubble, where there was a lot of smell of excrement, and it was clear that many people had done the same thing here.

Then he went back to the hidden corner, found a plank on the floor, sat quietly, drank a little water and counted it in his heart.

For a long time, Luke put on his hood and mask, stuffed his handbag in the corner, and moved a piece of architectural garbage next to him to cover it and got up and left the corner.

It's almost seven o'clock now, the sky is gray, and there's a hint of rain.

Luke took a deep breath of cold, humid air on his back and slowly exhaled.

As he exhaled, he slowly lowered his head and the night when the rain drifted became cold and swollen.

On a rainy evening of less than five degrees Celsius, few people want to hang out, even those young people in society who do nothing.

Two hundred meters from the camp, Luke turned on electronic detection alerts for fake phones, slowly moving forward through buildings and debris.

It used to be a construction site, but obviously nothing could be built, and it is now occupied by a group of men who look vicious and look nothing like decent people.

Smell those nasty bodily fluids coming out of the air, and Luke's face sinks like water.

Since the light rain began to fall, the sky is now almost dark, and the figure is blurred from a distance of one to twenty meters.

Luke stood outside the iron fence and took a deep breath.

A moment later, he skilfully jumped up and stepped on an abandoned car, jumping over the iron fence and into the interior of the site.

At this moment he flew empty-handed, along cluttered objects and dilapidated sheds, fast approaching a boardroom in the central location.

It smells like money and guns, and it's a lot of money.

Perhaps it is because this is their lair, the large number of people, the guards outside the boardhouse are just hiding under the roof, the two of them smoking while chatting, there are no patrols at all.

Luke smelled the gun from them, circling from the side of the board room, strangling a person with slight force around their neck.

At the same time, he punched the other person in the face door, dimpled his entire face and pulled him back.

Luke grabbed two guns with both hands for a moment, but found no spare magazine, and he stopped stalling and flew around to the other side, where there was a window.

Two guns in Luke's hand were raised without any hesitation.

Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom!

Double-click three times to kill three of them directly at the table.

The bodies of the three men in the house had not been completely collapsed, and Luke broke through the window and rushed in.

He grabbed a UZI and a spare magazine in a drawer at his desk and pushed out the door, quickly moving away from the house.

This is the boss's office, and there was at least tens of thousands of dollars in that drawer.

If anything happens around here, the gunmen must be here at once.

Luke had a bad time, and before the surrounding hitters came back, he ran into a pile of wrecked machinery more than 10 meters away.

Standing in the shadow of that pile of machinery, his face was shady and his eyes were not moving, but using the remaining light to quickly lock in the direction of motion.

Two, three, five, seven, 11, 13, 17!

Together with the five men he killed, the number of armed fighters here has reached twenty-two.

Instead of taking immediate action, he continued to wait.

Watching the earliest people enter the office boardroom, they yell out loud.

Five more people came out of the camp.

Twenty-seven!

Almost there!

As the people in the house screamed, so did the crowds coming from outside the house, they gathered twelve people just outside the door, and there were three people in the house.

Luke moved his wrist and raised the UZI in his hand.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

He emptied 30 magazines at a slightly lower rate, but within a swept range, the twelve people outside instantly fell by a little over half.

Five!

Luke wasn't surprised.

UZI, he's hardly used it, and it's good enough to hit five people.

He quickly replaced UZI's magazine and hung it by his side, pulling out the M1911 between his waists.

Pup, pup, pup! Pfft!

With three double-taps, three dodgers jumped out, and Luke's waist began to shift.

The reality is not shootout films, just stand where you are and multiple people are just trying to die.

Luke just jumped more than 10 meters, bang, bang, bang, and the other guy started shooting back at his spot.

Moving quietly for more than ten metres, he stood in the shadow corner beside the men for a moment and lifted the gun in his hand again.

Bang, bang!

Two low-quality guys standing on empty ground getting punched again.

(People always ask about the title of the film, although I think it's superfluous to say a lot of the right things in this chapter, but here's a reminder - there are movies involved in the work, which are usually updated after the plot starts. It is not mentioned in the text. Readers with obsessive-compulsive disorders can read about the work. This paragraph does not count toward body text)