Super Detective in the Fictional World

The French loved her, even the Americans would, but Elena didn't think Luke would.

She is an art student who is good at observing the human body and copying it.

Just these two days together, she realized that Luke's body was quite healthy and should be in shape for a long period of fitness.

Unfortunately, it's still January, and if it's summer, she'll be able to see someone's body.

He must be strong! She thought so and blushed again.

It's not shyness, it's excitement.

Who made her an art student? Men with gorgeous muscle lines always prefer a few points.

Luke is in a relaxed mood.

He had a big job last night and he needed to adjust his mood.

At home, you can relieve mood discomfort by cooking or bullshit with Selena.

The feeling is not simply nausea, gloom, fear, or bloodthirst, but more subtle emotions in it, in addition to those above, perhaps with a little excitement, anticipation, happiness, stupidity, and jealousy.

The human mind has never been that simple.

The last time Grayson came, he didn't notice any major anomalies, much of which were Luke's self-regulation.

Tony Stark showed up, and the bad guys were left with superhero practice.

A lot of times, Luke used those bad guys as experience NPCs in games, and it didn't feel so good to kill them.

The existence of the system also gave him confidence.

To date, he has not deducted points for killing the wrong person.

From the five points he deducted from the five-dollar knife, it's impossible for the system to let him kill randomly.

The other way around is that he didn't kill it wrong.

Luke is happy to have a chat with Elena and then go upstairs together.

Back upstairs, Elena pulls out the rack and starts her studies on the roof.

Luke also learned Elena, moved a chair out of the house and sat there looking at the notebook.

There, Luke looked at information about tourist attractions all over the internet, climbing to Elena's internet.

After a while he looked up and saw that Elena was already in the painting.

Luke got up lightly, didn't bother her her, just glanced behind her and couldn't stop crying: What the hell is wrong with you? When did I become a bird man?

Elena's drawing board was a sketch from the beginning, and the man on it was Luke at first glance.

But that Luke was glowing, and he had a pair of big wings, and he sat there smiling, and he had a book in his hand... um, the Bible?

This gesture, it's just like Luke was sitting there.

But... didn't I have a notebook in my hand? And this painting seems like it's going to be all white. Is this a little overglamorous? He spit in his heart, but didn't disturb Elena.

Art creation is something that sometimes has nothing to do with reality references, only with the painter's own feelings and expressions of intent.

Luke just shook his head with a smile and put away his notebook and went back to the house.

A moment later, Luke quietly went downstairs.

He changed a hooded sweatshirt, had a black backpack, wore a large mask, got off the subway and got on the bus.

The bus was dilapidated and there were not many people, and the temperament of three or five people was eroded and they looked like good people without exception.

Doing nothing, being idle, messing around, doing nothing, is basically the routine of these people.

When I saw Luke get in the car, a few people looked at him and didn't say anything.

But after ten minutes, someone couldn't help it.

Although Luke covered his face, his clothes revealed a different way of coming from these people.

Three furious niggers pushed over, no bullshit, just waved in his hand, the butterfly knife dagger knife or something came out, with a "don't move” attitude, approaching the front.

Luke sat there and his hands moved a few times without tightening, and the three blacks saw that he seemed to have taken a pair of gloves out of his pocket and worn them on his hands.

Gloves, however, are not murder weapons, and the three brains are not enough for the nigger gangsters to care and move on.

One reaches for Luke's backpack and the other grabs his chest flap.

Just as the hands of the two blacks reached out to Luke, he reached out, held them and twisted them gently, pressing them.

Two clicks and two niggers screamed instantly.

Luke sat there silently, holding his wristband back in front of him, poking his feet out at will and stepping on the palms of two black men on their knees.

Everyone else in the trunk was stunned, they were all waiting to see the show, who knew it was the result.

The two black men whose hands were trampled were the ones dislocated by Luke, who dared not push at all and could only scream while pulling the soles of his shoes with his other hand.

Luke suddenly moved his eyes, picking up the knife that the two men had dropped and throwing it with his hands up.

A scream rang, a black man's gun fell to the ground, a knife was inserted in his wrist, the knife had been completely inserted into his wrist, maybe he was disabled all his life.

Luke slowly rose and kicked off two people who were still kneeling in front of him.

He stepped forward and a butterfly knife was still spinning slowly.

Nobody spoke in the trunk, silently watched Luke pick up the M1911, not slowly exiting the magazine, checking, pulling the sleeve, checking, and then pointing it at three black gangsters: "Hand over your money. ”

Everyone in the car: … is a professional just like this one.

Add up the three black bastards who haven't left a hundred euros of money and get them out of the car, and Luke goes back to the back row and sits down.

Next thing you know, nobody messes with him anymore.

Shortly after entering the ninety-third province, Luke got off the bus and took a deep breath of the air here: Hmm, it all smells like experience and points!

He deliberately walked to a slightly remote corner, and after a moment, someone was actually hooked.

He finally met a group of guys with cars after robbing a gang of three or five people in a row.

When a few people come around with knives, the gunpoint of the black hole makes them instantly honest.

There was a man in the other car who also had a gun, unfortunately not Luke fast.

He was pulling the gun, and Luke shot him in the shoulder and pulled the gun, which was a threat to his life, and he was lucky not to die.

He threw the man out of the car and drove off in this shitty car.

Less than half an hour into 93 provinces, he became a man with two guns and a car.

He looked in the car, and with a sensitive sense of smell, he found all sorts of things.

For example, some bullets, some pieces of cash, a little weed, not much use.

More than a dozen coins satisfied him, which could be used to test system rules and maximize points savings.