Super Detective in the Fictional World

Selena suddenly cautioned: "Three kilometers ahead, a convoy of five pickups was found with more than 30 people. ”

Luke, um, keep moving.

Selena: "Dito's meeting with the convoy. He didn't stop, he kept running, and the convoy stopped Martin and them. Martin, they were stopped. They exchanged fire. ”

Luke listened to the dense gunfire coming out the window and said, "How are Martin and Roger? ”

Selena: “I don't think so. They're shooting too often. ”

Luke turns his head and probably understands.

The two chased too quickly to replenish much weapons and ammunition, which Martin had prepared should have consumed almost as much in World War I.

This unit of bodyguards who hunted Dito did not use too much ammunition.

But Dito's reinforcements reappeared, and there was a headache, and Martin sat a little waxed.

Luke thought, turning off the lights: "Adjust a drone and give me a visual on the road ahead, I'm going to go around. ”

Selena manipulated quickly for a moment, stretching the tablet out in front of him: "This is probably the safe route. ”

Luke's line of sight moved slightly, looking at the route marked with the red line on the plate in front of him, and his heart calculates quickly, saying, “I'll circle around from Martin and them later, and you throw them that packet of weapons and ammunition in the back seat. ”

Selena retracted the tablet, went to the back seat and pulled the big bag.

This was a shipment of weapons that Luke had just picked up at random and had been brought here without use.

Anyway, he had storage space and never had too much ammunition.

Serena dragged the backpack, lowered the back of the chair again, and laid the backpack on her thighs half the time.

At this point, the co-pilot's window was also completely open.

The countdown has begun in Luke's mouth: "Three... two... one! ”

Selena followed his password completely, picked up the bag at 3: 00, lifted it to the window at 2: 00 and threw it out.

Martin and Roger were sweating on their vests.

As Luke drove up, Martin had noticed, but the magazine in his hand had just been emptied.

Roger was hiding behind a rock seven or eight metres away, and he had only a few rounds of ammunition and dared not shoot at all.

It's not a TV show, it's a car that flies around with a pistol in the dark, and that hit rate is terribly low.

The next moment, this unlighted Ford pickup rubbed past Roger five meters away, throwing a pile of dark stuff in the co-pilot, just two meters away from Roger.

The two men sweated down for a moment and suddenly stunned.

This is not right.

It's too big to throw something like that. It's the X-bomb. It's the X-bomb that's the psychopath that uses.

The Ford pickup did not stop at all and, after throwing the package, pulled out an arc and plugged it to the side of the Ditto bodyguard convoy line not far away.

Martin and Roger immediately realized that this Ford pickup was not Dito's, otherwise it parked in the rear and clicked them back and forth in front of the convoy was the best option.

Indeed, the Ford Picard bent down the highway and flew in the wilderness, rapidly rushing up a small slope of dirt before jumping.

Luke flew up with a picked up Glock in his left hand while the gun poked out the window.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Five of the bodyguard convoys suddenly fell screaming as a result of a series of gunshots.

As the pickup landed, Luke's wrist swung to the rear of the car and the arc fired.

Bang, bang!

Two bodyguards fell down again.

Throw away the glock in your hand, Luke, and close the window and go.

Martin across the street stared: “Holyshxt! What kind of marksmanship is that? ”

The pickup vacated to the ground, less than two seconds later.

In this brief moment, during the night, pickup truckers fired eight shots in a row, hitting seven bodyguards scattered throughout the convoy.

You don't cheat on games like that!

Not to mention that Roger fired 70 or 80 rounds tonight, hitting fewer than five enemies.

Roger's hit rate is good enough for the LAPD.

What is the overall level of shooting by the U.S. police? According to one source, in a shootout with a suspect, the first-hit rate of the United States police within 10 metres was approximately 30 per cent.

As a result, there has been a constant call in the police system for the police to practice more pointing shooting at close range in the future and to reduce targeting, which in any case has only a 30 per cent chance of hitting and does not make much difference.

And the driver on the pickup was in a flying car, eight shots and seven shots in two seconds, and this was the first time Martin had ever seen it.

Roger over there is much more than that.

He's an elderly man with less vision.

After the bodyguard across the street was killed by the motorist by seven men, he towed back the big package he had thrown in the car.

When he touched his hand, he was happy and couldn't help but laugh.

Martin looked back, “What are you doing?” As soon as he raised his hand, he caught a flying AK, and with his other hand he caught two magazines thrown in turn.

Roger: "The bags they dropped were full of weapons and ammunition, a lot.” He held up the AK in his hand, pulled the pull handle and clicked it to finish loading.

“Sapris! Mayhem Focker!” He couldn't help but pop his racially gifted mouth, and the AK in his hand swept away.

Martin stumbled, his forehead blackened: "Roger, how long has it been since you've used AK? ”

Roger awkwardly knelt down and avoided a bullet coming from across the street: "Ha ha, just... well, I'm a detective, I never use AK. ”

He was a little faint when he said that.

In fact, he hasn't even touched the M4A1 in his car in a long time.

As he said, he was a detective, not a special police officer, and micro-pull rifles were not his main weapon.

If he uses a micro-pull rifle, why SWAT?

Martin rolled his white eyes and suddenly the probe raised the gun.

Boom, boom, boom!

Two bodyguards screaming down at Roger.

Martin: “So don't pull the trigger and don't let go, okay? You don't have enough shotguns. ”

Roger's face was dark and silent.

In front of the two, Luke's pick-up truck has re-circled the highway and continues to fly forward.

Selena: “There are buildings and lights two kilometers ahead. There are also large crops surrounding it, possibly the Dito plantation. ”

Luke squinted his eyes and looked out the windshield.

His acute vision also reveals a hint of light.

Selena keeps saying, "They have lines of defense around the building, which is more formal. There's a tower and... uh, a machine gun tower? ”

Luke laughed, “So professional? ”

Selena looked carefully at the image on the tablet and determined the location momentarily: “It's really a machine gun tower, and it's still two, on a small tower in the heart of the building, covering the entire complex. ”