Super Detective in the Fictional World

In her mouth, Miss Ginny didn't feel anything wrong.

Instead of kissing her again, Luke explored her neck and earlobes and caressed her gently with his hands.

Less than five minutes later, he felt the girl in his arms soften.

He lifted her soft, weak body, went into the bedroom, took her off and... stuffed her in a quilt.

When he came out, he cleaned the glass and poured a little more wine back in.

Walking to the window, he opened the window, shot out the hook with his hands up, and jumped out, while completely covering the window, but didn't lock it.

Move your finger, and the hook pulls him up to the roof.

When he reached the roof, he turned upstairs and landed, a plastic mat appeared under his feet, and a large bag appeared in his hands.

When he opened the big bag, he quickly changed his clothes and gear, put the changed clothes, along with the mat, into the storage space, shot out the hook with his hands up, and after a few leaps, he appeared under another building a few hundred metres away.

A taxi was taken and he covered his face under the hat of a hooded sweatshirt.

Without traffic at night, he quickly arrived in South Carolina's West Adams neighborhood, gave the fare to get off, and quickly disappeared into a pitch-black alley.

More than half an hour later, he appeared outside a small two-story building.

Turned on the electronic surveillance of fake phones, confirming that there were no high-tech surveillance devices here, so he snuck in.

There's no electronic surveillance here, but there's a lot of defensemen.

In the large front and rear yard, there were ten guards, but they were almost lazy.

Alternatively, they do not know how to professionally perform security tasks near the bungalow.

A gang is a gang, and most people don't have that level of professionalism. Otherwise, there's a lot of money to be a security guard.

Most of them are not lifeless, but delicious and lazy, lacking perseverance and courage to change themselves.

Struggling out of the mud pits that have lived since birth and washing ashore, this is not something anyone can do, and some American minorities can only fall into the rounds of old bastards and villains, unable to leave.

Luke gently jumped to the side of the house, bounced up, laid down his hand along a window on the second floor, and had a sensitive sense of smell.

A moment later, he quietly pulled his body up and one of them flipped into the room.

A man and a woman in the house were hey hey hey, both with their backs to the window, Luke gently walked forward, punched two times in a row and knocked two people out.

Measuring the man, he corresponded to the intelligence in his head, and he held the man's neck without hesitation, twisting and pressing, and the next moment the man's body disappeared into the room.

He turned the woman in a coma over again and looked at her, and there was no information on her in his memory.

The woman was given a small pill and he stepped out.

Less than five minutes later, he cleaned up the second floor.

Obviously, this is where the higher-ranking people are, so there are only three men and one woman.

All three men disappeared into the room, only the woman was unconscious.

Slowly down the stairs, they cleaned out five of the rooms on the side of the stairs, only men, some sleeping, some still working —— they were packing up cargo, a lot of it.

Of course he did, according to the old rules, leave the place empty.

We ended up in the living room, and there were five people sitting around, good thing they weren't completely able to see each other.

Two people watching TV, two drinking next to each other, and one polishing a gun on a small table.

Luke calculates a moment in his heart and has a few extra swimming balls in his hand.

This was the first thing he used in Paris, on that taxi driver Daniel, but it was still a test, and now this is barely an official product, and it's more appropriate to call it a rope dart.

Because of the storage space, many of the problems with this product have also been solved.

The odd head that acts as a counterweight is a special alloy, and the rope is ultra-high strength wire, which is essentially devoid of technology.

The only thing you need is skill.

This is also a tool he recently picked up again, an evolutionary product of bat darts like Batman walking on the eaves.

The last time he came to South Carolina for a big cleaning, he made too much noise and did not conform to the consistent low-key development strategy, which is why he got this thing out again.

The principle of United States police handling cases is that there is blood, bullet holes and corpses, of course homicide.

Even if it was the members of the gang who died, the number of them would have to be scrutinized.

What if none of this stuff is there? Nature is too peaceful and safe.

In both hands, the two rope darts flew out spinning, almost simultaneously wrapped around the neck of the two drinkers, and were carried around by the darts for a few laps, eventually tying their hands together.

Without waiting for both of them to understand what was going on, Luke jumped out of the aisle, punched him in the back of the aisle and wiped the gun against the back of the person's head at the small table.

A rope dart in his hand flew out again, strapping his body to a column hanging from the side so that he would not fall down.

At this point, he threw two steel balls in his hands, hitting the back of the head of two people watching television.

The two men were on the couch and would not make any noise if they fell down. The other three had either guns in their hands or were sitting on a high footstool. He did not want them to make noise and shocked the people outside.

At the same time as the steel ball came out, he had come close to two men, who had begun to open their mouths and struggle to get their bodies out of the wire.

Luke stretched his arms out and put a little effort around the neck of both of them.

Clicking twice, they immediately stopped the struggle.

It took almost two seconds to get rid of the two bodies, then the body of the man who had the gun hanging from the wire, and finally solved the two people who had fallen on the couch.

Now there are only two more people in this room in the basement.

Luke thought about it, not going to the basement for now, but diving outdoors.

The two guys at the door who smoked and spanked him didn't move for the time being, but started cleaning up from people in the far corner of the house.

As the rope darts flew out, these people would suddenly be strangled and unable to shout, and the next moment the back of their heads would ache and become unconscious.

Finally, the two guys at the door suddenly felt something was wrong.

Here... Why does it seem so quiet all of a sudden?

Indoors and outdoors, some of the noise from the companions seems to have disappeared?

The two were creepy, reaching out and touching the pistol between their waists.

Two black shadows flew in and tied them together, followed by two steel balls that hit their heads.

The two men drowned and passed out, but their bodies hung by the fine wire and did not fall down.

Then a shadow appeared in the shadow behind them in the door, dragging them into the house.