Super Detective in the Fictional World
Chapter 462: 480: Black Gun 20, Roger in Bravery (3 more)
Luke stepped faster under his feet and rushed towards the stairs not far away.
“The enemy is approaching Martin and Roger's room, mainly near the three entrances at 6: 00, 9: 00 and 12: 00, with about 30 people outside.” Selena continues to broadcast the enemy's movements in real time.
“What about the enemy distribution on the second floor?” He said it.
Selena: "There's no one on your side, but there's a lot of enemies at 6, 9, 12. ”
Luke looked out the corner of the second floor with a small mirror.
Interesting fix on Dito's main estate.
It is a circular structure with a garden pool meadow in the middle, surrounded by buildings that encircle this recreational and leisure area.
At 3692 o'clock in the main building, there is a staircase and a return corridor on the interior floor, which is why Martin and Roger were so quickly pressed into the corner.
Only in the corners can they avoid the enemy's situation on their bellies, while leaving them with no way back.
Luke slightly adjusted his lower breath for the black gun in his hand, and the special P226 with the muffler protruded a little bit around the corner.
Ta-da! Ta-da!
20! 20! 20! 20!
The shooting was accompanied by a subconscious sound from Luke's heart.
NPC experience to be killed tonight is scary, he feels it is necessary to motivate himself in an online swimming practice, otherwise when will this have to be done!
More than 30 metres away, at the stairwell at 10 o'clock, the four bodyguards firing into the room fell one by one.
Luke simultaneously retracted his body, aiming again at the motion of the three sides with a small mirror.
Nobody noticed here, those four street bastards didn't care, and the other bodyguards filled their positions immediately.
Wuhe people! Luke skipped his mouth and moved out of the gun again.
Ta-da! Ta-da!
Just took over, shooting four more bodyguards at the door.
20! 20! 20! 20!
Luke was not in a hurry to retract this time, so as to reveal half his face and one eye in his spare time and gauge the reaction on three sides.
Well, it seems there are too many people, so it doesn't matter if eight die. He had no words in his heart.
Eight people fell so fast, nobody thought to look around.
Dito's bodyguard, he's really “elite”!
Ta-da! Ta-da!
20! 20! 20! 20!
Once again, the four of us jumped the streets and finally started a little commotion.
The bodyguards outside the door were hesitant to approach the door immediately.
In less than two minutes, the door was full of bodies, two guys in the room.
Luke didn't do it very well this time.
If someone falls away from the door, the pigs know it wasn't Martin in the room.
He turned his eyes and moved the gun down, pulling the trigger at two of the guards on the ground floor at six o'clock.
Twenty!
Two people were directly shot in the head.
One of the guards at the stairwell at 12 o'clock across the street seemed to detect an anomaly and the probe looked at the other side in confusion.
Twenty!
Together with his companions, he walked into the back dust of the bodyguard across the street.
Well, how much experience have you had? Never mind, forget the boring numbers! Luke flashed this unreliable thought in his heart and threw it away for a second.
At this point, Martin Roger suddenly rolled out of a room.
Two of the bodyguards approaching again outside shouted, “Grenade! ”
The human rights near the door were screaming for shelter - hiding behind peers in front of them, for example, and anchoring their bodies to death.
Martin, this guy is ready to come, and most of the grenades thrown are fragmented grenades.
As an elite retired Marine, his grenades were thrown with considerable precision, bringing down several people at a time.
Martin's grenades blew up the bodyguards, and it took them so long to get into the room.
As soon as they poured in, seven or eight people were reimbursed by Martin for a grenade.
Luke was ready when those two shouted out their grenades.
Boom!
Ta-da! Ta-da!
While the explosion went off, he stared at a bunch of people hiding behind some shitty bodyguard.
There was smoke and screaming across the street, and nobody noticed five people dying in a string.
Luke tried harder and shouted at the bodyguard... the man behind him continued to shoot black.
Screaming is bad luck blown to pieces, letting them live and create a better atmosphere of chaos.
Ta-da!
Ta-da!
Over there, another four tortoises escaped a hijacking and the guy fell soft.
Coupled with Martin's grenade blowing up and screaming, the bodyguards lost more than a dozen people, and the doorway had been turned into a morgue, crawling upside down and lying in a huge crowd.
This heinous scene has decisively shriveled the already momentous bodyguards.
Who the hell can handle this? One hundred of them are gone, and that won't kill them for half an hour.
“Luke, the bodyguard outside the building brought an RPG.” Selena sounded and gave a bad news.
Luke:... is this a newspaper?
In his mind, he had switched a magazine for the P226 quickly.
Martin's not an idiot.
The bodyguards outside the door were killed and injured, and the bodyguards outside the building took the RPG and fled that way, which was an easy option.
Indeed, a grenade suddenly flew out of the diagonal door again.
At first sight of the general shape of the grenade, Luke returned decisively to the corner of the wall.
Boom, while the snowy light flashed across the courtyard.
A few screams rang, then a panicked scream: “Eyes, my eyes! ”
The flash, commonly known as "Blind Dog's Eye”, works so well.
After the flash, Luke moved out of the corner again and raised the P226 in his hand.
Martin and Roger came out of the room.
Martin bowed slightly, and the M4A1 in his hand quickly moved the muzzle slightly, sweeping away the bodyguard on the left side of the door.
Behind him, Roger also fired a pistol in his hand, shrinking several bodyguards to the right of the door behind the bunker and not daring to look up.
Luke did it at the right time.
Ta-da!
Ta-da!
Roger took charge of several bodyguards immediately on the right.
Looking at Roger a little strange, Luke laughed in his heart and kept moving in his hand.
Ta-da!
Ta-da!
Ta-da!
He knocked down the six bodyguards on the right one by one, in order from close to far.
Martin had good marksmanship and weapons, leaving few enemies behind before the gunpoint.
Roger can't do it.
After all, he is only a detective, not a special police officer, not even a special forces unit.
A magazine went all out, Roger, but one of the enemies missed.
But with Luke's oboe, Roger finds himself in a brave state, seemingly defeating two enemies each time he shoots.
“Ha ha, who says I can't shoot!” He couldn't help but mumble.