Super Detective in the Fictional World

Add a new magazine to the P226 at will, and Luke returns to the elevator and drops B1 again.

The moment the elevator door opened, a man stood there with a shadow gun.

The shooting kept pounding outside, putting a bullet in the elevator.

A few seconds later, a bunch of people outside the door noticed something was wrong and stopped firing.

There was only one security bullet hole in the elevator, but it still stood inside.

At this point, the person outside the door reacted: it was just a suspended body.

But just moments after their ceasefire, a man hung himself from the air window above the elevator, flushed with one hand, P226 with one hand, and fired wildly.

Pfft! Pfft!

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Ten people gathered outside the door were instantly swept to half and the rest escaped in panic.

Most of them had emptied their magazines and few of them were able to return fire in time.

Luke did not give them a chance to breathe, and the two guns that were emptied in his hand were loose and left to fall, his hands borrowed on the security body in front of him, his feet simultaneously pushed against the side elevator wall, and the whole person was in the air.

While turning around, he pulled his hands between his waists and Glock 17 and Beretta 92F appeared in his hands.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Double-gun, stormy fire, unusual accuracy.

The ambushers in front of the elevator were no more than five or six metres away from him, and his hit was staggering.

The Glock 17 on the right hand knocked down three people in a row, and Beretta on the left only hit one, but no one was hit, at least two bullets, in the upper body or in the head.

The shooting frequency of both guns then decreased simultaneously.

Rhythmic bang! Bang, bang! There was a sound, and without that violent gesture, it was even scarier.

'Cause Luke's already making up his gun.

Two guys without guns, needless to say, are definitely buyers, giving top priority to one person getting shot in the head.

A minimum of one fifty experience points for criminals at this head level.

And then those bodyguards who were still struggling, lifting their hands, walking past, pulling the trigger.

Along the way, he replaced the Beretta 92F with a magazine and finished replenishing everyone's guns before he threw it away, leaving only a Glock 17 full of magazines.

Then pick up the discarded microflush, replace the spare magazine, and return the main and secondary weapons to full condition at the same time.

This is just plain safe, and as previously observed, the three remaining buyers and bodyguards were the ones who united to ambush him.

Luke was not impatient and walked around this return corridor at an even speed, opening the doors of all the rooms.

Sensitive olfaction activates at full power, and he's sure there's no living man here.

Only the center of the underground room smells like ten girls.

These are the “goods” that were trafficked, including the beautiful girl Kim, and he can't go wrong.

He walked into the room, gauged the ten girls and nodded in his heart.

The girls' appearance is quite high, and Kim is one of the best three.

Three girls, including Kim, in Luke's view were at about 80 + points, while the remaining seven girls were at about 70 + points, with a small gap.

Ten girls, all without exception, are wearing sexy underwear, and the fruit reveals a great deal of beautiful skin.

Kim's most gorgeous and classy set, most of the other girls are bikinis.

Luke understands why: Kim is probably the only first-born of the ten girls, so she's naturally worth a fortune.

How did he know that? Amanda, of course, with her big mouth, revealed that Kim was a devout Catholic believer whose meaning was self-evident.

Just a quick gauge of the girls, and he's sure they can't leave.

They were disoriented by the drugs, they stood at best, and walked without a sense of direction.

Luke wasn't in a hurry to deal with them, but started looking in the villa.

Shortly after, he found a flat cart for pulling cargo.

Pulling out some wide curtains, Luke pushed the trolley, packed the body of the guy he killed in the villa, and took it all to the pier behind the villa.

There are 13 security plus managers and 21 buyers plus bodyguards, which is a good number.

Luke didn't enter the villa until he stuffed it all into a yacht.

Those three guys who couldn't get out of the safe room had been knocked out by the anesthetic he'd found in the basement, and they might want to use the landline in there for help, but that was doomed to fail.

And the volatile anesthetic is the villa's own, and it's a great use against the scum security.

The locks were broken by force, and Luke broke their necks when he went in and dragged them into a yacht by the river.

He just cleaned up the villa again.

Blood bullet holes and all, he just cleaned out two small boxes of surveillance backups, his own used jamming instruments, power and communications, and a homemade flying knife that was shot at the wall.

As a result, few things can be traced, although what happened in the villa could not be concealed.

He's a cop, and it's enough to know how to use the least amount of action to sabotage the most important clues.

Ten girls were also pulled out by him, all stuffed into the yacht, and a moment later the yacht started, slowly leaving the pier and heading west.

Luke drives a yacht and destroys its positioning system, which is also a tracking tool.

Suddenly, of all the phones around him, one suddenly rang.

Luke quickly connected his phone to the laptop he had just bought to retrofit and started a program, which connected the phone.

“Why haven't you come back? Where's the woman I want?” There's an old voice over there.

Luke's brain was swirling, typing and playing on a fake phone: "Sir, the owner of the phone had an accident and now he's stuck in the car, waiting for help. Do you need to talk to him? ”

The other side of the phone was silent for a moment, “Give him the phone. ”

Luke typed, playing: "Oh, yes, sir, please wait.” Instead, he put the phone down and looked at the program running on his notebook.

“Hello, hello?” The call came with a disturbing voice.

Luke watches the program suddenly prompt: Lock the signal source location.

On the tablet map, a red dot appears next to the address and latitude.

Luke smiled softly and looked at the phone, which was already a doodle: “Gotcha! ”

This phone came from the only young man out of five buyers with a gun.

Luke noticed this young man.

Unlike a millionaire, he is more like a bodyguard, and he has a cocoon in his hand that uses firearms and cold weapons for a long time.

Millionaires love to play with these, and they can be professional, unless it's Batman or Green Arrow.