Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke just walked in and saw that Sister Reto was cutting the rope off her hands with a knife.

Unfortunately, the knife is not very sharp, and her hand posture is very unwieldy, so she can't use her strength.

Luke Gual laughed: This little girl is still stubborn!

Without delay, he threw away a knife that he had taken away from her, caged her head in a black cloth bag, carried her shoulder, shot out a hook and went up to the skylight.

Two minutes later, Luke showed up in an alley a few hundred meters away with a little girl.

Cut off her tied hands and feet, he stuffed the pistol he had just touched from Big Man K2 into her hand: "Good luck! Kids.”

His figure crossed the wall and disappeared.

The little girl pulled off a black cloth bag on her head and quadrupled, but she couldn't see anyone.

And look at the pistol in her hand, she bit her teeth, put it in her arms, and left quickly.

Luke stood on the roof of the building not far from her, watching the little shadow go away, laughing, turning his head and looking at the street fortress.

A few moments later, a few loud bangs burst, and then a huge flame rose.

Looking at the processing workshop that was caught in the fire, he laughed, shot out the hook and quickly left.

He called Daniel, “Pick me up and send me the address. ”

Daniel: "Hey, are you kidding me? It's two o'clock at night. I'm not a night driver! ”

Luke: “Two thousand euros. ”

Daniel: “Okay, I'll be right there.” 2,000 euros makes more money than he does for a few days before the Ghost refuses.

And he looked at that address, with his driving skills, for a few minutes at the most.

Less than ten minutes later, Daniel's cab squeaked and braked in front of him.

Luke gets in the car: "To Montmartre Cemetery. ”

Daniel laughed and drove.

A moment later, when the car arrived, Luke stuffed a roll of euros from the cash slip: “More tips.” Then he got up and got out and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the road.

Daniel went on to count that roll of money, and suddenly he yelled, “Damn, 2,050 cents, you tipped 50 cents for a fucking coin! ”

Luke's eyesight and agility, of course, had already counted the bills clearly. The extra 50 cents were really intentional, but he didn't give less than the promised 2,000 euros.

By the way, use the fifty cents you got from the gangster robbers to test it.

After using this coin, the system has no intention of deducting points at all.

Obviously, the robbers were systematically sanctioned.

Walking slowly on the streets of Paris at night, he looked down at the proceeds of the bands of traffickers.

Mandate: Kill the head of the Taha group and destroy illegal drugs and processing workshops.

Total Mission Experience 2500, points 2500.

100% Mission Contribution, 2500 Experience, 2500 Points.

Certainly, the destruction of contraband drugs and their processing is also an empirical point.

After a week of brushing like this, he was afraid he'd be able to get a new grade and learn how to heal himself in elementary school?

But think about the big moves he's made in the last few days, the Taha gang is the top three in the region, and then continue to clean up these traffickers' gangs, causing martial law and other problems.

Ten days of extensive cleansing in ninety-three provinces, when it was not only the gangs there, but probably the entire population could not bear it.

All the way back to the apartment building, he opened the door and came in, took off his clothes and sat on the bed, doing a duplicate dish of tonight's action according to the old rules.

At this point, the small door in the bathroom was knocked gently.

He had a smile on his face: "Come in, I didn't button the door. ”

Elena's head came out of the bathroom door and said, "Why don't you... take a quick bath? It's raining outside. You just got back. Isn't it cold? ”

Luke nodded with a smile: "Thank you, Elaine. I just got some rest and was about to take a bath. ”

Elena looked at him and hesitated, or asked: "I have coffee here, come over for a drink after the bath? ”

Luke smiled and nodded.

But Elena always felt that something was wrong with Luke tonight, and she smiled and went back.

Luke got up and took a shower.

Elena was making coffee in the kitchenette in her own house, mumbling, “What is it? Well, it's like... from the sunlight that morning, it suddenly turned into a cold wind with rain tonight. That's right, that's the feeling. ”

She shook her head like this: "Or is it my imagination? Maybe he's cold. Whoever blows the cold wind for a long time won't be full of sunshine.” She laughed.

After a while, Luke washed up, put on a clean set of clothes, knocked on the bathroom door, got her response, and pushed the door in.

That's the fun part about these two little apartments.

You can take the bathroom on either side and turn it into two seemingly separate, yet intimate spaces.

Luke was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, underneath was a pair of sweatpants, and the air conditioning in the house wasn't cold enough for him to wear so much.

Elena greeted him with a smile and sat down for coffee.

It has to be said that on such a cold rainy night, listening to the tiny sound of the leaching rain falling outside the roof on various objects, there is a hot cup of coffee in your hand, and there is a smiling little beauty beside you, which feels really good.

Luke and Elena sat very close. The table in this cabin was for single use only. Elena also made a small round table, and the two sat closer, almost with a gripping ear, where they whispered and laughed.

After a small pot of coffee, Luke got up and said goodbye.

Although, Elena didn't mean to kick him out.

And in France, buying coffee is also a clear implication.

But there may be things tomorrow, even the day after tomorrow, and he can't be so impatient.

With Elena full of disappointment, Luke went back.

And Elena was just depressed for a moment, and suddenly she laughed.

Though Luke's departure disappointed her implicitly, it also fits well into her image.

Gentle, funny, polite, happy to be close to her, but not manipulative.

Luke was more willing to communicate emotionally and thoughtfully with her than some men who thought about spreading life, which she really liked.

Think about it, she's not sleepy either, so why don't you put the frame over here and start a new picture again.

The area is quiet with only the sound of fine rain.

Over time, the overall outline of the painting appears, still a Luke version of the angel.

But this Luke looked indifferent, his eyes were calm as dead water, he held a spear in his hand... and he looked down high and raised his sharp long gun, as if he was going to stab it at the next moment.