Super Detective in the Fictional World

Martin's hometown, however, is further south of El Paso, in Shakford, near the Mexican border, where the famous chaos prevails.

So, Martin, while not like Luke's systematic dad, also practiced a skilled killing technique.

That's what Palmer said. You can't blame Luke for taking care of his colleagues.

Palmer took the two men into the room next door to the interrogation room, and the two DEA agents next to him just glanced at them, silently.

Everyone was handed over by Luke, who was on the same front about today.

The interrogation lasted an hour.

Luke looked in the observation room next door, his face was calm, and Selena was all right.

Starting with the Carlos family, they had no sympathy for drug dealers.

These two gunmen happen to be the backbone of a group of drug dealers.

Not to squeeze out the information they know, but Luke will blow the heads off these two guys on the spot.

Palmer came out tired and looked at Luke and smiled with regret: "Did I scare you? ”

Luke grinned and compared to a thumb: “I like the efficiency of your work. ”

Palmer nodded softly: "The creator should be hidden at the Webberne Consulting Company. ”

As she said, she pulled out a file and turned to the page: "Stafford-White, a major shareholder and chairman of the company. ”

Luke looked at her and said, "Do you want to go, or do we? ”

Palmer muttered: “If I could, it would be on my side...” She looked a little embarrassed.

Luke raised his hand: “No problem. Remember, you owe me one. ”

Palmer stood still and smiled bitterly: "Okay. ”

Humanity is the last thing a person like her would want to owe.

Likewise, Luke is very reluctant to owe anyone.

Because this kind of affair means paying back even if it violates the rules in the future, otherwise the character will soon fail.

Luke laughed: "Don't worry, I won't keep it long. ”

Palmer nodded without a word.

Luke: “But still, we're going to follow that line. We won't interfere with any of the other questions until we find out who's behind this. ”

Palmer flipped his eyes: “Then you're about to get a discount. ”

Luke nodded resolutely: "No problem.” Anyway, it's not for himself, he doesn't care.

Everyone drove out to Stafford-White's residence.

After more than 20 minutes, three cars and five people arrived at a high-end apartment building.

Upon entering, Palmer lit up the police badge for administrator and security, where everyone was waiting for the elevator.

At night, apartment buildings up to eighteen floors are sparsely staffed.

As the elevator came down, Luke's nose moved, silently on Selena's arm with a short, regular rhythm, dotted a few times.

Selena knew, and she said, “Oh, my God, I should have gone to the bathroom. You don't have to wait for me. ”

She walked to the janitor, embarrassed. “Excuse me, is there a bathroom here? ”

The administrator stunned and hesitated: "Sorry, there are no shared bathrooms here. ”

Selena looked even more embarrassed: "Can I borrow your bathroom? ”

The administrator sounded unexpected, but didn't immediately say yes.

He didn't notice that by the time Selena talked to him, Luke had taken a step forward and said, “Palmer, why don't we go to dinner later? I have a bottle of '82 Rafi over there. ”

Palmer stunned, turning his face as usual: “Impossible. How did you get that thing? ”

Luke leaned over with a little hippie smile: "It's probably 2002, I've always been less sensitive to numbers. ”

Behind the two, the other two DEA agents peered at each other: What are you doing? Isn't it a bad idea to be on a mission like this?

At this moment, the elevator tinkled and slowly opened.

Luke had taken the opportunity to climb behind Palmer and suddenly hugged her and rolled out.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Just as the elevator door opened, two gunmen with UZI inside opened fire.

Meanwhile, as soon as she changed in front of the janitor at the reception desk, she pulled out her armpit pistol and lifted it up to point at Selena in front of...

Selena seemed attracted to the sound of the elevator door opening over there, and just turned her head and looked unprotected.

But just as the janitor began to draw the gun, Selena put her hands on the counter and held him up, the whole person flew up to the reception desk, her legs slanted up, through the janitor's armpit and clamped his neck.

Her hands caught the administrator's right arm with the gun and twisted it with her legs.

Knock!

The administrator screamed.

Selena didn't have any mercy, but she fiercely pushed her wrists in her palms wrong.

The administrator couldn't even send out a scream this time, where he could hold his big mouth helplessly.

The gun in his hand also fell on Selena, and she swept it at her fingertips and flew to the corner.

Selena just pulled the gun with her hand and hit the janitor in the forehead, knocked each other out, and another rolled over and hid in the counter.

Over there, Luke rolled out with Palmer, a beautiful woman, and the rolling belt looked like a wolf, but he quickly and incredibly hid into the corner of the stairs, seven or eight meters from the side.

His movements were strange and quick, and the two gunmen with UZI microflushes did not follow, and the puffy bullets could only follow, hitting the empty space behind them all the way.

Hiding into the corner, Luke threw Palmer backwards, pulled Glock out of his armpit and held his hand up for a few seconds.

Pup, pup, pup!

The two shooters who had just turned up from the second floor screamed and rolled down.

Luke was too lazy to look and pulled the trigger again when they hit the top half corner platform.

Bang, bang!

Two shooters stopped screaming immediately.

Luke just looked at Palmer and raised his hand to match a few gestures, letting her watch the upstairs direction.

This beautiful woman is not a pure vase either, although she looks good enough to be a super beautiful vase.

By the time Luke had killed the two gunmen who came down the stairs, she had pulled out a gun between her waists.

That's a Beretta 92FS, expensive and pretty little guy.

Luke was satisfied to see the beautiful agent so calm that his left hand faked a touch in his arms and a small mirror appeared in his hand.

Of course he has something better, but Palmer is right behind him and playing too high tech to expose the cards is not good.

In fact, he's a cover for even the mirror.

The mirror on his left reached out for a moment, and Glock on his right also poked out the gun.

Pfft!

“Ah!" cried a scream, shooting twice in the body of an approaching shooter, falling down.

Luke's face was the same color, slightly adjusting the lower gun opening.

Pfft!

The shooter's head blew and the screaming stopped.