Super Detective in the Fictional World

The master slipped his foot onto the cannon stand beside him, clustered his body open, dodging the bullet, and jumped at Luke again.

Is this... you want to fight close? Luke flashed this doubt in his heart, but he wasn't afraid.

But the master's muzzle tweaked, aiming again, “punching” another shot.

Luke's heart echoed, and his strong waist twisted his body forcibly, one turning away from the other's gunpoint.

“Pfft!” He also fired a random shot at each other, and the other's hand strapped to his gun wrist, slightly changing the direction of the gun, successfully dodging the gun.

Not surprised, Luke pushed the left hand between the electroluminescent flint stones and pushed the other hand away.

“Pfft!” The other shot swept over his head.

Luke laughed, relying on his barbaric powers, and put the right hand gun back down: “Psst! ”

The other side pushed him hard in the arm of his right hand and pulled himself out for two steps, avoiding the gun.

Standing two meters away, this expert sank: "This gun is a regular version, only seven bullets, right? ”

Luke didn't say a word, he just made a vague sound.

“Who are you? Who taught you that martial arts?” The master finally asked his most questionable questions.

Luke's still just whispering.

“I still have ten bullets in my gun, and you might want me to give you two shots in each limb first. What do you think of the rest of the bullets?” The sign belt speaks threateningly.

Luke nodded: "Okay, come on. ”

As soon as his master was stunned, he saw Luke jump straight at him.

But unlike previous fights, Luke's speed is skyrocketing at this moment.

Luke didn't do everything he could before, he just wanted to see what the master was capable of.

Now that the other side's cards are exhausted, there is no need to slow down.

The master had just tried to pull the trigger, and Luke had fallen in front of him, stretching out his left hand lightningly, pinching his ankle.

The next moment, the masterful man is banished.

His body straightened out, drawing a perfect arc of 180 degrees in the air, then facing down, bia was slapped on the deck.

SYSTEM: You beat Soke Mullah to get a list of his abilities.

Sork-Mula Ability: Basic Gun, Basic Fighting... Sensitive Reaction (Prerequisite: Power 20, Agility 20, Points 1000), Close Gun Fighting (Prerequisite: Power 20, Agility 20, Spirituality 20, Points 1000)

Looking at the cue, Luke laughed and snapped and broke his neck after pulling a sock that had been patted on the deck.

SYSTEM: You kill Sork Mullah, you can learn all your abilities.

Close martial arts is supposed to be the kind of special technique used to match firearms and fights during Soke Mullah's close martial arts.

Bullets are within a few metres and move faster than the vast majority of people.

If it hadn't been for Luke, Soke Mullah would have had no opponent on this ship.

Even that less serious chef, Ray Baker, would suddenly be killed by this attack.

Who gives Luke a double vest and a bulletproof helmet, and a primary self-healing as a life saving card?

Sork came to him for a close shootout, totally kicked in the iron plate.

Sork Mullah's body was also taken into storage space before Luke walked to the side of the boat and dumped the rest of the body in storage space.

Keeping Johnny Mullah back, Soke Mullah missing, is a great option.

Solved Soke Mullah, an expert who snuck up to the other side of the boat and watched the movement on the submarine.

The people above were found panicking and running to the submarine cabin screaming like they were trying to escape.

Bandits who dismantled missiles on the battleship deck also left and began to land in the submarine.

Luke thought about it, didn't do it.

He has saved the sailors a lot of experience points and cleaned up more than thirty more bandits.

Ray Baker, the dishonest cook over there, also killed a lot of the bandits. At least half of these guys are gone, not now.

The big picture is settled. He doesn't have to do it anymore. It's not good to get attention.

There have been various shouts and gunshots in the cabin below the deck.

Apparently, the sailor Luke had just released began to fight back.

That's over 200 sailors who can pile up the rest of the bandits.

All of a sudden, a little noise came from the far air, and Luke's heart moved: helicopters? Still kind of a helicopter with very little movement. I'm afraid the military's special forces are on their way!

He's got to run.

While passing through the kitchen, you can hear the conversation between the two inside.

“You look familiar. I think I know you.” Rebecca's voice sounded.

“Exactly. Long time no see, Ray Baker.” A man's voice answered.

RB: “You're right, it's been a long time, William. ”

And he said, “But do you really think killing a bunch of innocent people can change that? How did you end up like this? William."

“I can't stand those birds, and after using us, I want to throw us away like toilet paper.” The man named William spoke coldly.

Ray Baker: "But it doesn't help, does it? We're all like dolls, waiting for their bosses, and they don't appreciate it. There's nothing we can do about it, you and me.” There was also some helplessness in his voice.

“No, no! We're not the same. You have faith in your country, I don't!” William's voice sounded ridiculous: “Ray Baker, you're almost disbarred, why can't you honestly be a cook in this promising profession? ”

Ray Baker: "Well, I don't work for those birds anymore, but I don't hurt innocent people. ”

William: “So go to hell. ”

Luke walked up to the kitchen entrance and nodded and saw Ray Baker and the rock singer, William, each holding a knife in their hand.

But William had a military knife, and Rebecca had a western kitchen knife.

The two men approached each other little bit by little, and the knife in their hand continued to turn rapidly, making false moves that confused each other.

Huh?

The knife in their hands quickly struck twice, exchanging positions with each other.

“Come on, Ray Baker.” William shouted.

Ray Baker silenced to be right, and his body approached again.

Psst!

A series of knife blades clashed.

The knives in the hands of the two collided less than 20 cm in front of each other, and ordinary people saw absolute chaos.

Old man!

Both of them are dagger fighters, normal people go up and get their wrists and throats cut off by the knife in their hands in less than two seconds.