Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 320: 338: Prisoners, Doctors, Texans (3 more)

Elsa didn't hesitate at all: "Got it. Be careful. ”

Luke added quickly: "This sniper may have come from the regular army, so don't let the guy who came over be careless. ”

Elsa, um, the two of them ended the call.

After that, Luke also went down to the bottom of the building and leaned on the street outside the entrance to the parking lot in quick and hasty steps.

A Toyota sedan has been parked there.

Luke: "Selena, Palmer is ready to come out and remind her of the Toyota sedan. ”

“Copy that." Selena replied, contacting Palmer there, and a moment later she said, “Palmer will be out. She had just told me that her car was specially made and that the front door and glass were resistant to regular rifle fire. ”

“Then I'm more relieved.” Luke moved under his feet and approached the Toyota sedan from the side of the road.

“She's at the exit, I saw her.” Selena said.

Luke also saw the black Chevrolet SUV coming out of exit B2, a color and model that many agents love to use.

The SUV bypasses a small stop off the parking lot at a normal speed and turns right onto the street.

The Toyota sedan did not respond.

“What's going on?” Selena asked.

Luke: "Don't worry, if they don't, you can catch them later.” Anyway, a sniper landed in his hand upstairs, who probably knew more than either of them.

Palmer's car didn't see anything unusual, like most people had chosen, and as soon as he got on the main road, he started slowly speeding up and into the middle lane.

At this point, the Toyota sedan finally started, turning directly against the rules, quickly leaning against the left side of the SUV and crashing into it.

The SUV seemed impatient and the vehicle slanted to the side of the road to stop.

The Toyota sedan swayed and followed.

The car hasn't stopped yet, and the shooter on the co-pilot has pushed out the door, and a UZI slightly rammed up in his hand, aiming at the driver's door and firing heavily.

The driver of the Toyota sedan is also coming down and will continue firing with a slight flush of UZI.

As soon as he saw UZI, Luke was not worried, and the gun could not break the special bulletproof door for a short time.

He started running when the Toyota sedan turned around, and when the first shooter opened fire, he rushed within 20 meters of the shooter.

The driver just got out of the car and raised his hand, and Luke had Glock firing almost simultaneously.

Pup, pup, pup!

Two shooters screamed down at the same time.

There was no warning in Luke's mouth that he would not speak of procedural justice in such a case. This was an assault with the intention of killing a police officer, and he had no problem killing each other directly.

By the time several blood caves appeared on the legs of the two gunmen, the gun in Luke's hand had been plugged back into the armpit holster, running forward, just one foot on the driver and still not letting go of UZI's right hand.

Knock!

The driver screamed wildly.

Luke slipped his foot to the side, and UZI was kicked off the driver's hand in a raw fashion. Several of the driver's fingers were pulled fleshly and fleshly from the barrel and the ground, and twisted together.

The other foot stomped on the ground, and Luke pulled up, and one slipped through the roof of the Toyota sedan, kicking his foot in the hand of the co-pilot as he landed, making a click, and UZI took off.

Selena also drove right up to Toyota and covered herself next to Luke.

Luke picked up the two handcuffs Serena threw at him and handcuffed the copilot gun before turning around and handcuffed the driver gun on the other side.

As for the two of them being tortured, the ghost crying wolf howled and said his hand was broken, neither of them listened.

Next door, Palmer sat up from the driver's seat of the SUV and wanted to open the door and get out of the car.

Luke raised his hand to stop: “Don't get out of the car. These two were brought straight to your station for questioning. I was wondering, do any of you know anything about temporary first-aid? ”

Palmer grinned coldly: "Of course, we have an MD there. ”

She made a gesture against Luke, and then SUV turned around and waited for Luke to shove the two men in the back row of the van and take Luke's van back to the DEA office building.

The two bad luck gunmen are white, not just because the bullet holes in their legs are bleeding.

They shot their key agents near the DEA and were caught.

The DEA is not an ordinary security police officer, and the means of questioning them are much more violent and direct.

The shooter who carries out such tasks is certainly not a coward, but human patience is limited, and the pattern of forced confessions is limitless.

Moreover, in many cases, DEA will not convict certain gang members who provoke them, but will release them after interrogation.

Then, at the next arrest, these uncooperative traffickers, along with the people in their homes, will become drug dealers and be killed together.

DEA's murderous name, never by mouth.

After Luke and his car went in, the parking lot was quickly filled with five people.

Four of them were agents at first glance, only one wearing a white coat and complaining: “hey! I'm a doctor in pharmacy and biology, not an emergency department doctor, okay? ”

Palmer's beautiful woman stood in front of him calmly: "Maurice, I want these two guys to jump for two hours without dying. Can you do that? ”

The white coat named Maurice immediately looked restrained and uncomfortable when he saw Palmer: "But saving people... I'm unprofessional. ”

Palmer suddenly revealed a charming smile, lifting his hand and dusting it on his shoulder: "Just now, these two guys were shooting dozens of bullets at me, can you feel what I was feeling? Maurice. ”

Maurice shook a chill all over her body and stepped back: "OK! Okay, I get it. Take them to my lab. There's no way to operate on them. ”

Luke and Selena watched as the two shooters were taken away and looked calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Palmer looked at the five men pulling two shooters into the elevator before turning around and looking at the two: "Thank you. ”

Luke shrugged: “It's okay, as long as you don't blame us for using you as bait. ”

Palmer smiled softly, lifting his hand and lifting his hair in front of his cheek: "That's what I agreed with, isn't it? ”

Luke: "Interrogate us to be present. We don't care about anything else, but we want to know who really wants to touch you. ”

Palmer was silent and sighed a moment later: "Are you Texans so obsessed? ”

Luke stepped in, saying he was helpless, and he and Selena were native Texans.

Martin, who was also born in Texas, went out as a soldier when he was younger and retired into the police force.