Super Detective in the Fictional World

With more shooting and practice, it's not that hard for him to master the fast pull technique.

After all, Bob Munden is an old man, and he still has an amazing rate of shooting when compared to him in his power agility.

Luke is not a new gun player with a plug-in that is many times more agile, it would be weird if he hadn't been able to quickly grasp the quick-fire.

He's using the left-hand wheel that's coming from the range, which is a must-have for fast pull shots.

He has a modified item in his storage space, but the imitation Smith Wieson M500 can't be used openly, and it's designed to maximize damage, making it even less suitable as a fast-pulling accessory weapon.

The essence of quick-pull shooting is that it's quick, accurate, and takes the lead in hitting enemies one step at a time, making the average revolver more suitable for practice.

More than ten times more powerful than the average person, with the primary self-healing, the hands won't be sour if you take a short break in the middle.

With this plug, Luke embarked on a burner tour.

Once in a while, he stops to analyze his shortcomings in the quick-pull action, and he continues again, changing bullets is N times faster than others, and the crackling gunshots keep ringing in his ears.

An hour later, he stopped satisfied.

Ten different caliber revolvers around him were rounded up, and the gun was less frequent than he could stop shooting.

Luke is satisfied at the moment.

It's just an hour, and his fast pull is already at the door.

Combined with four times more agile, and more than ten times more powerful, it's fast and accurate - limited to 10 meters.

Most of the time, the police used a pistol with a range of 20 metres and the hitting rate of more than 20 metres dropped sharply, which was mainly used for his apparent police status, and the precision within that range was temporarily sufficient.

In the future, he won't stop training for quick-fire, and he can increase speed and distance to the top.

Selena wore an earcup on the side and beat the wooden barn honestly.

The training has always been focused on her, and she has not had much communication with him.

Luke also watched her finish this magazine before patting her on the shoulder and the two of them checked out.

After returning home, Selena rested herself and went to the gym in half an hour to do the workout schedule Luke had given her.

The five rooms in this villa are really a little big for two, so the two connected rooms were converted into gyms and training rooms a long time ago.

Luke continued to go to the garage workshop and started making new equipment for Damon's father and daughter.

Most of the raw materials had not yet arrived, and he had made some of the equipment in advance, using only a small amount of inventory.

And, of course, the two fathers and daughters were given trial products, and any problems would be rewarded for their use.

Risk and everything is a minor problem.

As long as it's not the hook that suddenly breaks and lets Damon's father and daughter fall out of the air, the other risks are certainly not as high as their previous marines.

This works till nightfall.

By the time he was finished, Selena had completed her training schedule, paralyzed all over the couch, and looked at the training plan Luke had given her.

She doesn't need to look at all of this stuff, but at least once, she knows what she's training for, and it's up to her to schedule the time.

“When I'm done training, I'll wait for your dinner.” She glanced at Luke and continued to look at the file.

“You look spiritual.” Luke laughed and then sent it down to dinner at her white-eyed party.

Now they're both busy, and Luke's getting lazy.

The process is too complicated to do at all, specializing in simple and delicious dishes, all kinds of red roast beef, pork, served with other dishes inside, plus a large bowl of white rice or egg fried rice, he can't even take 10 minutes to do it.

As long as it's delicious, Nat will be satisfied.

The two of them are eating, and Selena's phone rings.

She was busy eating with her mouth full and showed Luke her eyes.

She is usually in charge of external communication, and her number is purely official.

Luke grabbed his phone, looked at the number on the screen, and answered the phone: "Hey, Roger, what's up? ”

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a gunshot in the earpiece.

“FUXK!” Roger cursed, a little rushed: “Luke, the doughnut shop case is in trouble, can you come? ”

Luke: “Location. ”

“Thirty-five blocks west of Southern California.” Roger said.

“Roger that.” Luke got up, pulled up Serena, who was already wiping her mouth, and the two flew out.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Roger's location, and they didn't have to look, and they saw a stack of police cars.

Luke pulled out an officer's badge and hung it in his chest, walking all the way in to Roger's side: “What's going on? ”

Roger looked at the two and looked at the expression "Finally waiting for you”: “Someone came to kill the lawyer, who happened to escape, and now the suspect is holding the hostage and hiding in the building. ”

This lawyer is so lucky! Evade the chase both times. Luke muttered in his heart and asked, "Didn't you call the SWAT? ”

Roger helpless: "The SWAT just rushed in and they fired an X-bomb inside the building, seriously injuring one SWAT officer and two others. ”

Luke picks the eyebrows: “So cruel? ”

In general, police and bandits in large cities are more tacit, and conflicts are limited to firearms, preferably with a few rounds of pistol each, and confiscation leaves them with their own labour.

Not every policeman has the courage to die, and most policemen, including Luke himself, should not.

Roger told the story quickly.

Now there are two bandits in there, two hostages with them.

But the real trouble is that the bandits have detonated an X-bomb, and now nobody knows how many of these things are still in there.

The bigger problem is that there are many more residents in this six-story apartment building who are stuck in their homes and afraid to go out.

The police forcibly attacked the two bandits in case they were in a hurry, the other party made a mess and several residents of the building died, the black pot would be huge, Roger they couldn't carry.

Luke's speechless: You're asking me to back up the pot?

Roger didn't realize it. “Do you have a way? I know you're our West End Police Department. No, you're the best hit man in LAPD, so I'll have to call you. ”

Luke was deaf to this tall hat and asked directly, "Where's Martin? ”

Roger's bitter face: “The guy went around to observe the environment, and he was going to rob the SWAT sniper and shoot the two guys directly. ”

Luke understood that Martin was retired from the Marine Corps and a quasi-god shooter.

But no one can guarantee success.

Martin's demotion would be mild if he missed a bandit and detonated a possible explosive.

Luke thought, "Okay, let's go put on some bulletproof vests. We'll be right in. You go say hello to SWAT.” He took Selena back to his car.