Super Detective in the Fictional World

The remaining two batters were scared to hide behind the bunker and did not dare to show their heads.

Ignoring both of them, he kept swimming out.

At the corner of a wall, he threw two pistols out of his hand.

Two of them rushed to the neighborhood, suspicious ghosts bowed their hips forward on the batter's head each suffered a heavy blow, jumped to the ground as a dog eating shit, and could no longer climb up.

Luke walked forward, touching the gun in the hands of the two men, one with a heavy foot on the back of his head, and twisted his head to raise the gun.

Pfft!

A guy who probed his brain further afield was shot in the head and scared the next person into the back of the car next to him.

Luke ignored the man and moved sideways again, finding the other three.

The three of them arrived late and didn't quite understand the situation.

Pup, pup, pup! Pfft!

Three people too close to each other were instantly knocked down, and both struggled very powerlessly, only one being hit in the arm, where they cried terribly.

Luke pulled the trigger cold.

Bang, bang! Pfft!

Luke lets go indifferently, letting the empty gun in his left hand fall and quietly returns to the person he had just temporarily let go.

This guy's been scared to hide in a corner where he called.

Luke listened to two words with a smile on his face.

Pfft!

The idiot who was also trying to call for help was blown directly in the head, and the phone slipped into the mud, and there was a rush of questioning in the microphone.

Luke squatted down, took the pistol in this man's hand, sneered at the phone that was still making noise, stepped on it and crushed it.

Returning not far from the slate room, hidden in a dilapidated machine, he took a deep breath and activated his senses of smell.

He bypassed the front position of the two remaining batters and locked the position of the three men in the back of the house, slowly raising his hand.

Pup, pup, pup! Pfft!

There were three screams inside, but it quickly went down.

The two remaining batters in front of the house were freaked out by the sudden gunshots and screams behind their backs, and each rose up and ran away.

Luke approached the window, the probe looked down and jumped in.

Bang, bang! Pfft!

He put a bullet in each of the three paralyzed guys' heads, and he stood in front of the door and raised his gun.

Pup, pup, pup!

Two separate runaway fighters fell silently and no movement.

Luke closed his ears and stood quietly at the door for a moment before returning to the office and searching quickly.

He first put all the stacks of money in the drawer in his backpack, then poured half a bottle of vodka on the side onto the paper file in a file cabinet, smacked the lighter he had just touched and threw it on.

The flames of the bear spread rapidly, quickly turning the house into a fireball.

Luke walked out the door, grabbed an AK and a magazine from a batter outside the door and quietly retreated into the dark.

A moment later, two gunshots were knocked at the gate and two guard fighters, who were terrified in the dark, were also killed.

Luke, that's when he slowly made his way to the two big shed not far from the slate house.

There were two previous fighters here, but they all rushed to deliver their heads, and now there are no guards here.

Occasionally, several of the men came out and Luke advanced in the shadows beside them, not killing them.

He didn't have to distinguish the smell of these people, he knew what they were doing.

Undressed, frightened and devoid of any weapons, these are not gang fighters, but men who come to the camp for fun.

These may not be good people, but random killings are clearly inappropriate.

Mainly in these two workshops, there's a 60-70 man who comes to have a good time.

If you kill them all, and the dead gang fights, the death toll is in the hundreds, maybe the French government will consider this an empty air strike.

So Luke just bypassed these people and walked over to the big shed.

As soon as he entered the door, the M1911 in his hand opened fire again, snapping and banging a triple shot, and three holes appeared in the plank at the door.

Then came the strong blood, and a man fell to the ground, not far away, a pistol.

It's the only player still guarding here.

Of course, he's not doing his job, he's afraid, he's trying to escape here.

Unfortunately, the damned can't live tonight.

Sudden gunshots scared a bunch of girls in the room and they started screaming desperately.

Luke didn't say a word, took out his fake phone, and typed a huge phrase on it.

The girls screamed for a moment and looked at the man covered in clothes, seemingly just a dark shadow.

He stood there quietly, without a sound, and they couldn't help but hold their mouths.

At this point, a number of girls have thought of one thing: the guards here are the bad guys, they are part of the traffickers who brought them here. Who killed the bad guys, so... maybe the good guys?

Even if they're not good people, since the guards are dead, they could escape.

When Luke finished typing, he activated the play button, an electronic male audio that was broadcast on the site in the carpentry shed: "Now, who's richer in the house, more powerful, come out and call your family, let them use all their power and expose what's going on here. ”

The girls in the room were silent and nobody moved.

Electronic voice continues: "You have to move fast. If the bandits who came to reinforce us take control again, they won't give you a chance to talk about what's going on here, so you don't have much time. ”

While the voice was playing, he opened the girls' doors with the key he had found from the guard: "Never think of running away alone. The Paris police can come and rescue people when the power of all is gathered. However, once a person has fled alone, it is an individual case that does not require attention. You're already missing, and nobody knows about it again. ”

Speaking of which, he has opened all the doors and turned around: "Good luck, girls! ”

A moment later, he disappeared at the door.

The girls in the room looked at each other for a moment and suddenly several girls rushed out to the door of the cage and several open doors were thrown out of a cell phone, which Luke had searched from the batters.

Walking out of this shed, listening to the girls in there rushing to grab their cell phones and making crazy phone calls, Luke wasn't really nervous at all.

He killed all the guards here. It'll take at least twenty or thirty minutes for this gang of traffickers to come back.

Besides, he came to Paris for experience points! Another batch is better.

Amanda, the lucky girl, is also here, and she hasn't been sent to the carpentry shed beside her, which is great luck.

As for the girls in the carpentry shed next door...

Luke sighed silently.