Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke looked at the drone coming back, and he mumbled, “No shadow? Oh, by mistake, they're still a little covered up. ”

In the villa, men dress fairly normally, but most of the women who occasionally show up in the lens are only wearing small fitted clothes, but both men and women wear masks like costumes to cover their faces.

This doesn't look like a serious party.

Luke gave the drone an order to cruise at even speeds, where he laid idly halfway down, staring at the images on his notebook.

Exterior security is plentiful and the villa is close to security.

Both security and other men are accustomed to half-fruit women wandering between them.

Obviously, this is not the first time.

All of a sudden, Luke was brilliant, his body was sitting upright, and the notebook in his hand operated quickly a few times.

The drone, which had circled hundreds of meters in the air, drew an arc and flew to the side, where a black shadow was moving towards the villa.

This shadow is not a car, it's a person.

Luke can also tell from his gesture of action that this is a woman.

The woman is not the point, the point is that she moves at an incredible speed and runs a few hundred meters at a rate of almost 100 meters, breaking into the vicinity of the villa from the sea in about half an hour.

The villa suddenly sounded an alarm and the security guards drew their guns.

The roof of the villa, several searchlights on, quickly moved in the direction of the woman's invasion.

Luke's heart: Surely, this villa is not that simple.

He also took the opportunity to push the drone a distance, switch the shooting mode, make the scene clearer and continue to be a lookout party.

The woman who rushed into the vicinity of the villa was obviously ready, full of guns, not to mention a few iron pineapples thrown out.

Several parts of the villa set the bears ablaze in the roar.

Luke, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

By the time the incendiary bomb was thrown, she had a rifle in her hand.

Luke glanced: HK416? Rich man.

It's only been a short while since this thing came out, and the price is one word - expensive!

And at first glance, he knew that the gun was heavily modified.

Professionals!

They are not professionals and cannot afford to modify this expensive new weapon.

The fighting that followed proved his speculation.

A woman wearing a headset and a black uniform is like a god killing, and the fire tongue of the HK416 is like a sickle, easily cutting the lives of four or five bodyguards in the vicinity.

Then the woman rushed into the villa.

Luke squinted his eyes and gently tapped the door armrest with his left hand, staring at the surveillance.

The woman's mode of action is a little strange.

If it's a killer assassin, it's better to sneak in, and with his eyes, the woman's hands aren't too hard to do that.

If there is a bigger plan, we should get more people to do it together.

Now, she attacked the villa alone and couldn't control a whole bunch of people inside.

Suddenly, a series of loud explosions sounded.

The drone also photographed a large mouth blown open somewhere in the villa.

A moment later, a line of people ran out of the nearby side door.

Luke, calm down. There's a very familiar man in there, Wolf-Ethworth.

Several black security guards were running away.

A few seconds later, the fierce woman appeared.

The HK416 in her hand had disappeared, instead of holding two pairs of UZIs, the chase behind the crowd was a sweep and the three black security guards running behind fell screaming.

The wolves and the guards in front, like a Mustang with a whip in its ass, run faster.

Luke frowned.

After a burst of gunfire, the woman in the black battle suit suddenly trembled and her running body snapped and almost fell.

But she reacted extremely quickly, rolling over to the wall, throwing away the empty UZI in her hand, pulling out two pistols and pointing wildly at the hole behind her.

The next moment, her wall suddenly collapsed, a huge shadow broke out of the wall and hit her flying. It was not until more than 10 meters later that she fell to the ground and rolled over for many laps.

Luke picks eyebrows: Break through the thick brick walls of this upscale villa on your own? That's not what ordinary people can do.

Of course, this woman is obviously not ordinary either.

The woman was apparently seriously injured, struggling to get up on her half knees, swiftly replacing the magazines of the two guns in her hand and firing at the shadow of her running figure.

The shadow lifted his arms and a special bullet-proof shield lifted up, blocking this series of bullets from the sound of the bell.

He went faster with his shield against the woman.

The woman barely stood up and stood with her feet shouldered together, lifting her right hand draped to her side and throwing it out in circles.

Boom!

Luke stunned: This move... how do you look familiar?

Just for a moment, he found this source of familiarity in his mind.

Rebecca! This woman is Rebecca from the mutual aid club!

On the roof of William-Johnson's apartment building, a super female gunman almost shot Luke in the head.

And on the grass outside the mansion, accompanied by Rebecca's gun, the crusty man with his shield forward screamed.

With a bloody flower sprinkled on his head, his body suddenly lost control, rolled over the ground for several laps and remained still.

It's... arc fire!

That's right, this woman is Rebecca.

Looking at the surveillance footage, Rebecca struggled to get up and quickly followed Wolf-Ethworth's escape.

Apparently, she has suffered considerable injuries and is still relentlessly pursuing Wolf.

Well, what's the big deal?

Wolf-Ethworth on the other side was escorted onto a Lincoln car by security guards, rushed onto the road, and drove towards Luke.

On the grass outside the mansion, Rebecca looked at Lincoln, angry in her heart, biting her teeth and chasing her past.

Her left arm was broken, and her ribs were broken, all by that powerful weirdo.

Wolff, he's got a life saving card!

However, she just had a physical explosion, and this super shield bodyguard was shot in the head by an arc, and Wolff should have no cards left.

Kowav actually ran away.

She's unwilling.

At the last minute of the internal outbreak, Rebecca chose to take a shortcut, cross a small hillside and plug it straight into the road from which Wolfe left.

Running wildly for hundreds of meters, she felt dizzy for a while.

Physical outbursts were time-bound and beyond that, they made the body unbearable to collapse, and she knew the body had reached its limits.

If you run any further, she'll die.

Kowaf is not dead yet, how can she die.