Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke:... I'm not upset, am I? But this is not the right time.

He helplessly observed the Toyota sedan around the corner of an alley more than 30 metres away.

Selena: "Luke, you've changed! I can't believe my hobby is singing to me brightly. ”

Luke muttered in his heart: acting! It's an act, okay?

Selena threw up and didn't keep digging for him.

It's a fishing moment, and it's really too much to use the on-line communication system as a chat tool.

A few minutes later, Selena cautioned, "Palmer's car is coming out, exit B2. ”

Luke got up and walked towards the exit of the parking lot.

Almost at the same time, he found the Toyota sedan moving.

Luke squinted his eyes.

You can't see the exit from the parking lot here, so these two... do you have inside information? Or is there someone around to help them keep an eye on the exit?

The insider is not a big problem. It's an internal matter for DEA itself. It's not a DEA without a drug gang insider.

But if there's an observer, he needs to be careful.

Not to mention the fact that it's too dangerous to meet a target eye as long as a veteran or a special police officer strings snipers down.

“Selena, move the roof two surveillance cameras over the surrounding buildings to search for possible observers.” He shook his throat and said.

“Yes, it's been adjusted, and I've also called for surveillance on both sides to check the location of the surrounding streets.” Serena replied.

Luke, um, kept moving towards the entrance.

He walked in a straight line from a trail of landscaped trees on the edge of a small square.

The Toyota sedan had to go around a corner and turn toward the parking lot exit.

He walked on the slope of the triangle, but the other side took the L-shaped route, and there was a strange sense of coordination between the actions of the two.

When the car arrived near exit B2, he also happened to be close to the side of the exit.

“Northeast, twelfth floor gray apartment building, third window from left of 10th floor abnormal.” Selena's voice sounded.

Luke shook his head and jumped on the trail, sweeping his gaze over it.

His acute vision gave him a hint of reflection.

Lenses, telescopes or sights? He muttered in his heart.

“Selena, call Palmer, tell her to wait five minutes before coming out, and I'll go check on the guy on the tenth floor.” Luke said.

The apartment building in the northeast, where there are suspected ambushes, is in front of exit B2 to the left, but the shooting range is blocked by a row of landscape trees at the exit.

Palmer will only be exposed to the best shooting range of the ambush if he turns a short way from the exit.

Nobody knows how much time a woman would take to leave after work, not to mention a beautiful woman like Palmer.

She put a makeup on herself in the parking lot, which is normal, and a five-minute delay should not alert the ambush gunmen.

Of course, it's definitely going to involve Palmer's big girl in the interrogation.

Even if it was for her own good, she didn't let her take risks, but this credit still has to be split.

Luke went straight through exit B2 and headed northeast.

However, his course of action was shielded by landscape trees and the fitted alloy vest was put on when he came out on duty.

In two minutes, he entered the apartment building, more than 200 metres away, without waiting for an elevator, and proceeded quickly between the stairs, taking out his fake phone and turning on electronic surveillance.

If the other party plays sniping, then the tactical level can't be small, maybe people play high-tech too.

This is a vintage apartment building, of course there will be no surveillance in the stairwell, and Luke bursts with superhuman power and agility, going up to the 10th floor in 30 seconds, faster than waiting for the elevator.

Still want him to worry about the floor of the vintage apartment building and not make too much noise, otherwise he can rush up in ten seconds.

On the 10th floor, Luke took a deep breath.

A mixed smell of gun oil and gunpowder was quickly captured by him.

Even if this man had already taken a bath, he could not wipe it out completely.

He approached the door silently, stopping again for a few seconds on the side, quickly ascertaining that the door was unattached and the location of the person in the room.

Luke slapped the door lock with one hand.

In a bang, the door lock was as if it had been hit by a hammer, and it flew straight in and opened with a wooden door.

He suddenly had an extra baseball in his hand, whitewashed into a white shadow, and struck the head of a man who had just turned his head three meters away.

Boom!

This man twisted his body and head half a turn, and his head strayed, paralyzed on a long dining table.

Luke flew forward, took out his cuffs, cut his hands back, handcuffed them, checked what was on him, and found a walkie-talkie.

He pulled out a fake phone and gave this guy a close-up on his face and sent it to Selina: “The guy on the 10th floor is done. You check the guy's identity, he's probably from the army. ”

Luke can speculate on this man's path without having to distinguish it carefully.

The complete set of American gear, a thick set of regular American troops with a sense of sight, is no different from the military's elite outfit except for the unmarked.

Luke, look again at the placement of this man in this apartment, obviously not from Wilderness Road.

The long dining table is pulled to the front of the window and the back table leg pad is high, tilting naturally towards the window.

The curtains were fixed and straightened just by opening a small mouth, not driven by the wind, affecting the shooting range, and leaving enough field of sight for the sniper.

This is a professional compared to the shooters on TV who put sniper guns on the windowsill and shot them all over the place.

Snipers are certainly not always able to fire in the most comfortable conditions, but adjusting themselves to the best possible fit can help increase the chance of a sniper hitting.

Luke took another look at the sniper gun.

This is an M24 with obvious signs of a personal modification, definitely not a new gun.

But what surprised him was that it wasn't the scope that emitted the reflexes, that the professionalism of the man was not so low, and that the blindfolds on the scope were well fitted.

The reflection is an idle piece of glass in one of the cabinets in the house, and afternoon sunlight hits this piece of glass, reflecting just a little bit of sunlight.

This uninvited sniper obviously didn't expect the owner to use the top of the cabinet as a storage room.

Luke dragged the man into the bedroom, pulled the rope out of the storage space, tied the man up in a neon rope-like manner against the shrimp, and the basic rope technique allowed him to use a tool like rope, which was excessive.

Finally, he wrapped the man's mouth around a few more laps with sealing glue.

Close the bedroom door, cover the door, and as he flew downstairs he dialed: "Elsa, I've got a sniper here who's going to ambush Palmer. I'll send you the address, and you send someone to take over as soon as possible. There are two ambushed gunmen downstairs I have to deal with, I don't have time for this guy. ”