Super Detective in the Fictional World

The shooters nodded.

The old man's brutality is still famous, they can't provoke it.

One of the men pulled together: "Sir, the roof's ready. ”

“Now, get up there, kill that baby, and then kill that Mr. Smith. By the way, the nanny also killed.” The bearded man stood up, pulled out his gun and swing.

The shooters went straight up.

Boom, boom, boom!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Boom!

Wow, wow!

Ahhhh!

A moment later, the first shooter had rushed to the fifth floor and engaged in a heavy exchange of fire with someone.

The last shooter just came up the second floor of the back staircase, and Big Beard also touched the gun to follow.

As he stepped onto the third floor, Luke, dressed in grey and black, walked into the open door of the apartment building.

Looking sideways at the shooter, he shook his head: it turns out he was a gangster, but not even a guard at the door left.

If they want to, they feel like more than fifty people are rushing up, so eat Mr. Smith.

Luke thought so, pulling a P226 out of his armpit, and not slowly touching the long silencer.

He came here today to shoot black guns. He can move as little as he wants.

After a piece of broken glass fell, a gunman in black hit the ground floor.

Luke looked down and smiled in his heart.

The guy broke through the skylight glass and ended up with a hole in his chest, and the rope fell into a jump and died properly.

The corner of the second floor was chosen, and the muzzle in his hand slanted upwards towards the shooters at the stairwell on the fifth floor.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

Four gunmen just went up to the fifth floor and fell to the ground.

Three of them were silent, and only one guy was screaming.

The muffler still has a slight effect on its own hit rate. It wasn't a surprise that Luke had made an assessment.

The silencer is not a complete silence.

The kind of shooting in the movie, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

When his P226 hit the muffler, it just changed the sound of the gun, turned into a jet like a nail gun, and masked the flame of the gun.

In an apartment building filled with all kinds of noise at the moment, this works just as well as a silent pistol.

Luke had no greed, and after defeating the four, he paused for a moment.

He watched the shooter's reaction, especially the bearded man.

This guy has a pale, puffy, ugly face, but he's really good at his professionalism.

Ask old G. if he knows the name of the forensic behavior advisor.

But apparently, Big Beard didn't think of a sneaker, and his attention was drawn to the heavy exchange upstairs.

Luke resolutely continues to attack.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

Again, four gunmen fell, and this time none of them could move.

Luke retracted quickly.

If the bearded man looked down consciously, he obviously felt something was wrong.

Luke's mouth provokes: It turns out he's an expert.

His figure flew out of here, through a house on the side, with hooks shooting out and a helicopter on the roof.

Just now, when he attacked, four shooter ropes descended from the roof.

Luke doesn't think these guys are gonna leave people on the roof.

Rising to the edge of the roof, he took a deep breath, rolled over, looked in front of a broken skylight, and moved to another skylight seven or eight meters away.

This is close to where Smith is.

He buried his head and raised his gun under his oblique finger.

Ta-da!

Two guys with UZI sweeps blew their heads off.

Luke flew fast to another skylight.

Ta-da! Ta!

Three lined up, the aggressive shooter was knocked down.

It's like playing balloons, kids playing games! Luke's in the heart. Hey.

Mr. Smith downstairs went wild just as he was unhappy with his black gun.

He was seen stepping onto a table, his body jumped up, and his pistol crackled and opened fire in his hand as he rotated.

Several bloodshed erupted on his four gunmen on the left and right sides, screaming and falling.

On the ground, rolling over, lying on his back on a paddle, huge momentum slipped out quickly with the paddle.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The two gunmen who had just rushed up on the fifth floor rolled down.

The scooter also struck a shooter who had just rushed out the back, and Mr. Smith moved up at the muzzle, pointing at the head of the shooter who had been hit by a bend.

Pfft!

Rolled over into a pile of clutter racks on the side, Mr. Smith threw away the HK-P7 and P226 in his hand and copied the HK416 from the rack.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Two shooters with their heads up from the other side of the shelf were knocked out.

Grabbing a long skateboard on the shelf, he placed it on the ground, lying down, his legs slipping on the shelf.

The skateboard took him across the shelf.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

After sliding past the surrounding gunmen, Mr. Smith fired around the corner of the HK416 in his hand, shooting several gunmen in a row.

At the last moment, he switched to a magazine and the skateboard just ran out of the area where the shelf was located.

Seventy-eight gunmen are approaching roughly a circle, but their gunpoint is in the area pointing to that pile of shelves.

Mr. Smith leaned back against the skateboard and walked into the circle.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Slip your legs continuously on the ground, and the skateboard makes a big arc out of the ground.

Mr. Smith does not need to move the gun too far, leaving it to be driven out of a circle by his body, tilting out a series of bullets on every shooter he passes by.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Seven or eight shooters fell one by one.

Luke looked amazing in the skylight, Smith is really powerful!

And he looked at the stairwell, and he almost laughed.

Big Beard has begun to run... down, his four heartbeat men follow him closely and run decisively.

Only the last batch of bad luck gunmen to rush to the fifth floor were chased by Smith, who entered a violent state, naming one after another in HK416.

Smith roared in his heart right now: Mud! Just your weapons, okay? I have one now!

His life has been strained lately, saving him bullets, fighting dozens of gunmen last night, beating him to death and holding his breath.

Now he's got a bunch of good guns, a lot more bullets, and he's finally getting his breath pumped.

With this madness, a group of Mr. Smith, Luke stopped doing it and put the P226 in his hand back under his armpit.

On the fifth floor, the bang bang stopped for a moment.

Luke was amazed.

Smith is an absolutely first-rate shooter, and although he doesn't hit the head of a gun, every time the HK416 shoots a short shot, the shooter inevitably drops the next one.

In just over ten seconds, all the remaining gunmen were defeated.