Super Detective in the Fictional World

Smith started picking up his gun quickly and stuffed it in a big, long backpack.

These are top notch colors, they work better, and he can't throw them away this time.

He suddenly looked up after crossing the long backpack.

At the shattered skylight, empty and deserted, there was only a dark, sunken night sky.

He frowned for a moment and pulled up Miss Donna holding the baby: "Come on, let's go to the bar where the heavy metal band plays. ”

Miss Donna ran all the way: “This is ridiculous. Oliver's so small, how could he possibly like rock and roll? ”

Smith: “That could be the only clue. ”

Besides, I'm charging you, that young man's 10,000 dollar knife is not that easy to get. He muttered in his heart.

On the roof, Luke looked at the two people who had left downstairs and jumped.

Half an hour later, in front of a rock 'n' roll bar in the East Side, three black SUVs were pulled over, with more than a dozen black suits coming down.

This is definitely not a gang member.

The type of regular personnel they have is a little obvious, either professional security companies or people trained by similar institutions.

Luke hummed, “Ifyouliketogamble, ItellyouI 'myourman

Youwinsome, losesome, it 'sstillthesametome... "

The song also came from the bar.

A group of black suits poured in, and moments later a tall man came out of a side alley with a gorgeous woman holding her baby and entered a small hotel more than 10 metres across the slope.

This is, of course, the killer, Mr. Smith, and the special therapist, Miss Donna.

Luke Gual: “It's amazing, the professional security team can't catch you. ”

Several black suits came out later and swept around with guns in their hands.

And then somebody yelled, “Shit, somebody killed Philip. Did you see the suspects? ”

A couple of black suits spoke on the walkie-talkie and went back to the bar.

Luke knew that one of them must have hit Mr. Smith and been killed silently.

But what are these black suits doing here? He thought in his heart, looking at the surveillance images placed around him, and suddenly he was like, “What the hell is this? ”

At the exit of the back door, the black suits were carrying the bodies, close to 10 people, all in black opaque plastic bags.

But one of the heads didn't tighten, and in the shake of the lift, a slightly loose zipper suddenly slipped out of one's head.

Nothing strange about the body itself, strangely enough, he inserted a... carrot in his left orbit?

It's not a carrot-shaped toy, is it? Luke muttered in his heart, casually adjusting the surveillance image and throwing the lens onto the carrot.

As a result, it's also a real carrot.

A moment later, the man guarding the car found the exposed head and carrot, scolding angrily, reaching over and pulling the zipper.

But he acted so casually, he accidentally broke the carrot, broke it.

Luke:... Shit, is that really a carrot?!

Less than 20 minutes later, those black suits packed up everything in the back door and drove off.

Luke thought about it and got out and went around the back door.

Walking to the spot where the black suit had just stopped, he picked up the carrot that had been cut off there and held it in his hand.

Carefully for a moment, his fingers pressed slightly and immediately pinched a small carrot into a soft beach.

Luke smiled softly, tucked the carrot into a plastic bag and put it in storage.

Leisurely back on the street at the front door of the bar, he had not walked out of the alley and saw a dozen guys in black combat suits quietly surrounding the inn across the slope.

They were targeted, moved quickly and quickly, like a room on the second floor surrounding them.

Where did this come from? Luke Fox is suspicious.

But looking around them is where Mr. Smith and Miss Donna are hiding.

Luke's eyeballs spinning, hey, smile, pull out the P226, point the gun.

Boom!

“Ah!" a black shooter advancing with a bow and waist on the ground floor screamed and couldn't get his ass down.

While Luke was shooting, he immediately took the gun and ran away.

Boom, boom, boom! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Heavy and chaotic gunshots were fired, and several guys in black combat uniforms screamed and fell off the second floor.

Some were shot out of the house, others just wanted to rush in and were shot down.

These guys don't have bad weapons. Several of them use MP5K, expensive just one word.

Unfortunately, even better weapons depend on who is using them.

Mr. Smith in the room, undoubtedly an expert in the use of firearms, also had a batch of first-class firearms from HK.

The number of black uniforms took an absolute advantage, and after rushing into the room, Mr. Smith broke out like a groundhog.

Less than five minutes later, all eight black uniforms were destroyed.

Even the guy who got shot in the ass and hid in the shadow downstairs didn't make it through the overhead window.

At this point, the roadside bar changed the song again: "I 'vegotabadboyandthat 'sallrightwithme. ”

“... IsnothingthatIcan 'tkeepclean...”

Luke hummed the song and walked calmly across the street, standing in the dark.

A few minutes later, Smith showed up again with Donna and the baby, disappearing into a corner not far from the street.

Luke smiled and quickly approached the room, gauged the next four weeks, took out a fake phone and quickly photographed all the looks and equipment of those black combat suits, and turned around and left.

When he got in, he took a laptop out of the storage space, typed in all the photos he had just taken, and let the program start looking for clues.

The SUV also started slowly and left here.

On her way home, Selena was just finishing her bath, wrapped in a large bath towel and blowing her head in the living room.

When she saw him come back, she just glanced and didn't say anything.

Until Luke comes out of the shower, Selena says, "I've seen the Luca-Barton file, and the guy's résumé is clean. ”

Luke, um, picked up the tablet and looked at the weapon and equipment data that the program had just analyzed.

One name comes to mind - Hammerson Defense.

Selena continues: “This Luca Barton is a model policeman, compared to Nick, who hasn't received a complaint in two years. ”

Luke started searching for the Hammerson Defense Company, saying, "Well, he's a good cop who obeys the law. Didn't the county police give him a medal? ”

“However, information indicates that this officer Luca-Barton and a member of the Esworth family are very close.” Serena said.

Luke held it in his hand and raised his head: "Who? ”