Super Detective in the Fictional World

Taking a few steps, the crowd bent down, pulled out the weapon stuck in the neck of the county police officer on the ground and walked again to Luca-Barton's car.

He lifted up his weapon and smashed the glass in the driver's seat, revealing Luca-Barton's face full of despair and horror: "Die, you monster! ”

Boom!

The Kui Wu shadow was beaten backwards and backwards.

Luca Barton seemed stunned and laughed wildly: "Ha ha, dead, you monster. Come back if you can! Ha-ha-ha! ”

He was holding a Remington shotgun in the police car, and he leaned against it, and Luca Barton finally defeated the man.

Luke closed his eyes and looked at the scene, still silently watching.

Two seconds later, the majestic figure lying on the ground stood up again and climbed up. Luca Barton's laugh stopped: "Impossible! Why don't you die! Monster, go to hell! ”

Boom!

Another two shotgun shots sounded, and this time the shadow was just two steps backwards, stood steady and reached forward.

“Ah!" moments later, in an awesome scream, Luca Barton was dragged out of the car.

Originally stuck by a branch through his right shoulder and unable to move, he is now finally free at the cost of his right hand being left on a branch in the car.

He screamed and rolled twice, turning into a lying down position, struggling to crawl on the ground, trying to escape the destiny of the future.

The crowd was silent and raised its arms high.

Boo!

Luca Barton's voice and movements stopped instantly and his body remained in a crawling position while his head flew out.

Pfft!

Luca Barton's headless body fell on a floor full of mud.

Knock, knock!

An electric light illuminates the heavens and the earth again.

In the rainy night woods, the crowd slowly turned its head and looked at Luke a few dozen meters away.

The corner of Luke's mouth rose and his feet pulled, quickly... slipped away.

The shadows of the Kui people did not hesitate to chase them up, and a few minutes later, a scream rang.

Luke stood still and gauged the beauty of walking again not far away.

Not far behind Kui Wu's figure, is the last fleeing county police officer, but it has turned into an upper and lower section.

Luke took a deep breath and looked at the creepy shadow approaching at even speed, smiling and lifting his hand, pulling Glock's trigger.

Pfft!

The shadow of the Kui Wu man trembled and stood still. After a moment, he shook his head and continued forward. The steps at his feet hurried.

Luke Khan: “Looks like rainy weather still has an impact on shooting accuracy. ”

For the first time, he double-clicked, aiming into the eyes of a spectacular figure, and he just hit the face.

But the guy got hit by a car and nothing happened. He could climb up and kill again in two seconds, and Luke didn't think they could kill each other.

As the voice fell, the crowd quickly approached him and the weapon in his hand was raised again.

Luke whispered, his foot pulled hard, the whole man flew back, and Glock in his hand fired again.

Pfft!

This time the distance was shortened to within 20 meters, and he shot the man twice in the eye.

He could see two dark fluids bursting out of the shadowy orbit, but only let it stagnate for a moment and still rush.

“Huh!” he shocked. Step back.

Pup, pup, pup!

Luke shot again four times and still shot each other in the eye.

The Shadow of the Kui Man lowered his head slightly this time. The bullet did not hit him in the eye. He was only slightly shaken in the head by the impact force. The weapon in his hand had been severely smashed.

Under Luke's feet, he pulled out a few meters away and frowned slightly: “So anti-beating? ”

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Four bullet holes appeared in the chest.

But the effect of the four guns was even weaker, only to shake his body twice.

Luke was helpless: "You can't beat this shit up! ”

After these four shots, he has hit the crowd everywhere to harm a total of twelve shots. This damn thing is still jumping.

Pfft!

The last bullet, he smashed his hand under the shadow of the crowd, and, as expected, had no effect.

The shadow grew faster and faster, moving from great strides in the beginning to running, and the weapon in his hand came to Luke again.

Luke's body suddenly changed direction, switched Glock's magazine in his hand, and fired wildly.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

One breath emptied the magazine and once again thirteen bullet holes were added to the figure.

From the neck to the chest, from the abdomen to the knee, and finally to the ankle, all were baptized by bullets.

Except for the impact force when hit, which can make the crowd shake slightly, the effects are virtually non-existent.

Lucca was quick, pulled a distance, and took an alloy stick out of the storage space.

This is from a barbecue barbecue at a campsite.

It was intended to be processed into a special barrel, but it was not yet time to do so, so we need to serialize the long weapon now.

Luke swerved and tossed his stick in the face of the weapon that was coming from the shadows of the crowd, knocking it hard.

Boo!

Luke was shocked backwards several meters in the air by a gleaming metal impact, his feet clicked continuously on the ground after landing, stopping his body from retreating.

What a powerful force! He was amazed.

After his power 40, the actual effect coefficient is 4, that is, the actual effect of power 160, which is sixteen times the power of ordinary people.

Nowadays, Luke has never met an opponent of this kind.

No, they're even stronger than him.

Because Luke smoked it round with a long stick, the other weapon weighed far less than a long stick and lost a lot of effort.

At this time, the figure opposite was also shocked back by the tremendous force on the alloy stick, and the whole body had to turn several turns independently, but he still held the weapon tightly in his hand.

After stopping, he twisted his head in confusion and did not seem to understand what had just happened.

Luke smiled softly: "Hey, big fool, one more time?” The stick in his hand snapped off in a whiff.

The crowd consciously raised their hands and raised the weapon in their hands.

Boom!

Another loud sound of metal collision followed by a dull banging sound.

The right hand of the crowded shadow drowned.

He used one hand against Luke's long stick, which was smashed from top to bottom, and suddenly suffered a huge loss. His right hand was knocked down, not to mention Luke's long stick, which remained on his shoulder.

Luke retracted the truncheon, clamoring, “I'm sure I won't die. ”

His stick smashed the shoulder of the shadow, and the normal man should have died of serious injuries on the spot, but the shadow of the shadow was pulling his legs out of the mud.

At the next moment, the figurines came up and the weapon in his hand swung again.