Super Detective in the Fictional World

It was full of girls who had been arrested for some time, and the situation was very bad.

But... it's better than dying in this black kiln.

Together, there were more than a hundred girls in the two caravans, which was too many for him to get rid of on his own, so let the girls call and make a big deal of it.

Together, the families of a hundred ordinary girls are also a considerable force and can travel to France, most of whom have a favourable family environment.

Luke left the carpentry shed and quietly ambushed several abandoned cars more than 20 metres from the door.

More than ten minutes later, the sound of a vehicle crushing over muddy water appeared in Luke's ears, after which several snowy lanterns broke through the dark lacquered rainy nights and appeared on the road.

Three cars!

He slowed his breathing, adjusted his condition in seconds, and UZI was lifted.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

UZI's impatient gunshot sounded, and Luke emptied a magazine in three seconds. The car at the head was full of bullet holes, and the windshield was broken. It slanted towards the side of the road, and finally banged into a sandstone pile.

The moment Luke threw the UZI away, his body moved and he threw the AK with his satchel in front of him, grasping it, lifting it, firing.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Again, the magazine was emptied instantaneously, and the second car did not escape the fate of the first car. Likewise, it distorted the road and hit an abandoned car.

However, the vehicle was chased and fired almost from his side, so most of the bullet holes were on the side and back of the vehicle.

Both vehicles, however, were concentrated in the seated area of the vehicle, with no exception.

Quickly switched magazines, and Luke ended up with an AK, aiming at a car that was already facing itself with its tail.

He doesn't have to aim too hard, just point the bullet at the body and probably lean past it.

The reality is not movies.

Within a distance of less than 30 meters, AK hits ordinary cars, with the exception of engines and hubs, where there is virtually no resistance, and both doors can be punched in opposite directions, and of course the same applies to the people.

In the end, the car also drove into the gate less than 10 metres and lost control, banging into a small shed.

Luke didn't rush out, threw away the AK in his hand and changed his position.

At the same time, his sensory sense of smell has been fully activated.

A moment later, he approached the three cars and quickly evacuated, one by one, replacing all the other breathless guys' heads.

Half an hour later, on the roof of a building a few hundred meters away, Luke saw a large series of police cars in the distance with alarm lights, pulling the siren and rushing into the black kiln, and he nodded satisfied and jumped down the roof.

An hour later, he had changed his clothes and shoes and appeared on the metro in 93 provinces.

There was a grey black cowboy hat on his head, and a new big mask, but no more headdress, much like the average man dressed in the rain.

Now he's only touching one of the batters, and he hasn't fired a single M1911.

It's not safe on the Parisian subway at night, or it should be said that robbing on the subway at this time is a must happen, and there must be a lot of white-collar work in the office building during the working day, and people are “working” on the subway today.

For them, robbery and theft are their jobs.

But nobody messed with Luke.

Luke is not dressed like that right now, with a butterfly knife in his hand.

The knife occasionally spins cleverly in his hand, indicating that this is at least a person who often plays with knives.

No one knows if the knife is good or not, but it is clearly not the right target for a priority robbery.

Butterfly knives are easier to kill than machetes.

So Luke arrived safely downtown.

After getting off the subway, he quickly walked back to the apartment building where the girls had been transported out in the afternoon and flashed into an alley not far away.

During the night, he crossed the gap between several apartment buildings and entered a window into the house without a solid roof, quickly changing the coat shoes on the hat rack at the door.

Throw 500 euros in the key bowl at the door, he went out the window again, jumped to the opposite window sill, put the plumbing on and climbed to the roof.

Looking at the system, he nodded satisfied: good, pay for the clothes, the system dad didn't mean to deduct points.

After two leaps, he landed in the gang-owned apartment building.

Determining the situation in the building with a sensitive sense of smell, he quietly went down.

Half an hour later, Luke stood in a basement with a grin on his face, and several scaly guys in front of him had cooled.

The toughest guy, the improvisation device he had modified, connected his legs, torched for a few minutes, and he was dying.

He had just taken several of the gunmen in the group's nest into the soundproof basement and, after a quick teletherapy session, learned that the group's boss, Marco, had received information that black kilns had been attacked there in 93 provinces.

Boss Marco immediately took most of his men for reinforcements, and so far no news has come back.

Luke: —_—!

On a dark night, at the entrance to the camp, he washed all three reinforcements with bullets.

Replenishing the gun afterwards, he just shoots at each head and walks away. Who cares to look carefully at everyone's face, the ghost knows which one is the boss Marco.

He was silent for a second and quickly resolved the batters and went out quietly.

At the door, he suddenly saw a few parked cars and had to stand still.

The Mercedes-Benz car that originally kidnapped Kim and Amanda was not far from the door.

He smelled the inconspicuous smell of the car, and one of them smelled the same as the old man Marco's room.

Luke moved back to Marco's room downstairs and found an electronic key to the Mercedes-Benz logo, as well as a bunch of phones.

Luke picked up two of those phones.

One for Amanda and one for Kim.

Whether it's the smell or the look you see when you leave a number with each other, it's really their phone.

Luke thought about it, just took Gold's phone.

When you go downstairs and press the electronic key, the Mercedes-Benz door opens.

Luke slipped into the driver's seat and looked to the center console. I was delighted that there was a GPS system on board.

It flipped for a moment, and he took out his fake phone and took several pictures and got out of the car and left.

Halfway through an empty taxi, Luke got in and just said, "Go to the Zoological Museum. ”

During the night, he pulled a very low hat and a large mask, making his face completely invisible to the driver.

But it's not surprising to dress like this on a cold day.

The driver just answered and drove off.