Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke, the guy, killed six more bandits, and the operational intelligence center in the core lost contact again, and the bandits were afraid it would be urgent.

Luke thought about it, quitting the Operations Intelligence Center again and rushing to the deck.

At some exit, two bandits screamed and rushed in.

The throats were then tightened and the necks were each stuck with one hand, with both hands pointing the heads in the middle.

Boom! The two of them fell instantly.

Luke came out, leaped lightly, crossed the fence, and the whole person went down.

On the lower deck, without any reaction from the two bandits who had just passed by, the neck made a crisp clicking sound, but he stepped on top of his head one by one and broke his cervical vertebra.

Luke grabbed the AK in their hands and took two more magazines out of them and was extremely satisfied.

This old man, he's too familiar.

With AK in his arms, he lifted the gun and pointed it up.

Boom, boom, boom!

Two bandits who were patrolling the island responded, one directly on the guardrail and one heavily on the deck.

The bandits around were shocked and shouted.

Luke slowly threw Johnny Mullah's body out of storage.

Two MP5s, which killed a large number of bandits, were printed back and forth on his hands and hung on Johnny Mullah's body.

The other hit Johnny Mullah's MP5, but Luke put it in the hands of the robber AK.

After all this, Luke even took the liberty of adjusting the posture of Lower Johnny Mullah's body to satisfy himself when he nodded.

If this crime scene falls into the hands of old G., it will still be suspected.

But Johnny Mullah's body, the cover of a mess of water, was as long as there was no particular doubt.

With a smile in his heart, Luke hid in the shadow beneath the ship's island with his hands raised, his left hand up and his right hand up.

The next moment, two bandits appeared above the bandit site that had just been resolved.

Boom, boom, boom!

At the gunpoint raised on his left hand, a string of tongues erupted and two bandits fell screaming.

Luke's right-hand AK also pulled the trigger.

Boom, boom, boom!

These two bandit heads burst out of the corner and rolled to the ground.

After two hits, Luke's figure retreated into the dark again, touching from the side of the boat.

In a shout, three bandits came from the channel on the boat's side.

Just as they ran past a shadow, a flame erupted from the side of the gun and lit up close to the top of their heads.

Boom! Boom!

The bullet was like a roll call, hitting three people in the head one by one.

Luke stretched his body into clumps, jumping like a cat from the side turret, and the hook that fixed his body in his hand was also retrieved.

Boom, boom, boom!

He leaped backwards and hid in the tunnel behind the turret.

Interesting! Luke touched the area of his chest that approached his heart - there was just a bullet in it and it hurt pretty bad.

So far, only Johnny Mullah from the Operations Intelligence Center has been able to fight him.

Here comes the second person who locked Luke in and successfully shot him.

Luke, who was shot, was still a god: Brother had primary self-healing, Brother had a double layer of bulletproof vest, and Brother even had side panels installed this time.

So, come on! Hurt each other!

These thoughts flashed away, and he slipped silently into the tunnel behind the turret, quickly circling half a circle.

The master across the street can't see him, but he can locate him with a sensitive sense of smell.

The two had almost a rhythm in their hearts, whilst at the same time circling around and closing in on each other's positions.

As a result, when this expert approached the position where Luke had just been shot, Luke moved to the direction where the previous expert had fired.

Boom, boom, boom!

“Ah!" cried a scream, and the master poured into the turret, almost as Luke had just reacted.

Unfortunately, Luke was hit in the chest with a double layer of bulletproof vest, while the master was hit in the left arm with no protection.

But this master reacted more quickly than usual, almost instantly when he was shot, and after pouring into the shield, Luke was prevented from replenishing him with more rounds.

Luke laughed, the hook in his hand ejected and lifted him up in a whisper.

With his legs gently and continuously borrowing on the outer wall of the island, he quickly ascended to the top of the island with a hook, and as he protruded a little above, he saw a figure hiding in the shadow beneath the front turret.

Avoiding the shooting range of this master, Luke gently crossed the fence, borrowed on the various bumps on the outer wall of the ship and quietly descended.

A moment later, he touched the side of the forward turret.

Under the shadow of the front of the turret is the injured master.

In the dark, they stood silently across a corner.

Throw out an MP5 in the middle of a noise.

Luke picked the eyebrows, twisted his head, and threw out the AK in his hand, dropping right next to the MP5, pulling out the M1911 that had never been used.

Staying still for three seconds, he lifted his feet out and lifted the M1911 in his hand.

Around the corner, a man moves out almost simultaneously, holding a gun in a position similar to that of Luke.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Not more than five meters apart, the two men standing face to face opened fire while turning their backs and avoiding the first shot fired.

The guns in both hands have been aimed at each other again.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Once again, the two men on the incline shot at the same time, again heartfelt, while slipping on their feet, each body twisting halfway around.

Second shot, same double dropped.

Luke starts at the corner of his mouth, his right foot suddenly hits, and the whole person jumps up.

“Pfft!” The master shot again and rubbed it from Luke, who rolled over.

Bad screaming in his heart, the man bowed, and the whole man jumped forward.

“Bang!” Luke shot through the master's armpit and hit the deck.

The other side was approaching a meter and the gun in his hand pointed at him.

Luke's heart was amazed by a very unsatisfactory side flip with one leg sweeping towards the other's armed arm.

The opponent helplessly shrunk his hand and the trigger in his hand was still pulled.

“Pfft!” The shot was completely empty, and the other side didn't expect Luke to use that weird leg method to complete a series of disengagements.

Luke shot again in the position above and below his feet: "Psst! ”

The other side wrapped herself around him and his stretched body turned into a sphere, rubbing his scalp as soon as the bullet caught fire.

“Pfft!” The expert immediately shot again as he rolled on the deck in a hug of colour.

Luke held his left hand on the ground, pushed his body back a step, dodged the gun, his body slanted to the ground, and the gun in his hand was also colored: “Pfft! ”