Super Detective in the Fictional World

There are still people in the arsenal, but only two.

Back to the door, packing ammunition and equipment, they didn't find Luke coming in.

This is the core area of the stronghold, surrounded by their people, who had no idea that the enemy could infiltrate.

Luke walked over and landed clean and punched one in the back of the head.

Then he went straight to the subject.

Bullets or something he can't see, this thing he's got enough in stock.

He's a little touchy with the loaded bullet chain, but he doesn't have to take it now.

He moved fast with his hands, opened several boxes of lids, confirmed their equipment and even put them in storage space, followed by two RPGs and a row of warheads.

He hasn't bought this yet. Machine guns are similar and don't work for now.

Now, of course, I'm holding the sheep.

He was quick, and it didn't take him two minutes to clean up what he was looking for.

The bodies of the two bandits were then stuffed into two empty boxes, covered with lids and two boxes of bullets pressed against them by Luke.

In a short period of time, no one will find their bodies, allowing him more time to move.

He snuck out of the cement room quietly and strolled to a place he'd already chosen.

This is a building at one o'clock across the entire stronghold, and it has nothing special about it, but rather it's very eye-catching.

The building is neither defensive nor peripheral, but slightly biased. It is only closer to that large area of weed plantation outside.

Touched here, Luke threw a rope dart and pulled a vigilant bandit outside the house, knocking him to death.

He then pulled the raw materials out of the storage space and quickly built temporary weapons.

This is what he used to get at Ditto Manor, and it's for plantations like his.

Materials are ready and his manufacturing will be over soon.

Luke shoved half of all homemade weapons back into storage, while the remaining dozen carried them directly behind the house.

This is a blind spot in the stronghold. It was the bandit who guarded it. Now, of course, nobody's here.

Luke put a pile of homemade weapons in front of him, then took a breath, picked up one, pulled out the pull ring on the grenade, and threw it outward.

At two frequencies a second, he quickly threw out more than a dozen homemade weapons in front of him.

With great power and astonishing throws, his homemade weapon sprinkled like a heavenly flower, forming an arc and flying towards a weed-growing field in front of him.

When Luke threw out his homemade weapon, in front of a more peripheral building in front of him, a gun-aware bandit suddenly felt something was wrong and looked up unconsciously: “How do I feel like something flew over our heads? ”

Another bandit looked at it, too: "Where? ”

Homemade weapons that can be slanted over their heads have landed on weed plantations at this moment, and they can't see it anywhere else.

When the two men spoke, they heard a loud noise and the first homemade weapon, which was still halfway empty, had exploded.

Countless lights scattered with the explosion, spraying a huge meteor storm in the middle of the sky, sweeping over 10 metres.

Then there was a series of explosions and fire showers, rapidly spreading over weed farms outside the stronghold.

Two bandits stared.

In the stronghold, when the first explosion sounded, everyone was forced to quiet down voluntarily.

After a moment, everyone spoke unconsciously, someone was asking, someone was screaming, and there was noise in the stronghold.

Selena's voice sounded: "Martin, they've solved the roadblockers and are accelerating toward the stronghold. ”

Luke laughed in his heart: Now Martin has a chance.

Let Martin attack a complete line of defense for more than 300 people, even if the opponent is a bunch of amateurs, and that's a dead end.

It is often said by the United States military operating abroad that we have an absolute advantage within ten minutes of firing. Ten minutes later, it depends on who's more.

This means very clearly that, in combat, it is fatal to be at a disadvantage for a long time.

In a short time, fire and personal strength overwhelm the number of people.

But for a long time, in the face of an ever-rising enemy, the elite soldiers will not be able to bear it.

This, of course, mainly refers to teams travelling on missions, such as in Baghdad, for example, in Afghanistan.

Luke snuck in without exposing himself, also to create chaos.

He's far more than normal now, but if he wants to clean up these Dito bandits with ease, he can't stand up.

Hundreds of guns swept in, and even if he had a primary self-healing and a bulletproof vest, it would hurt.

Martin certainly didn't give up his revenge, and if he continued to kill him, Luke would have more room for movement.

As he pondered, he released a box of grenades from the storage space and picked up one in his hand: “Remind me of the distance and range when they get outside the stronghold. ”

Selena: “In a minute, they'll be near the entrance to the main entrance.” It's a buffer time to get him ready.

One minute, soon.

“Martin, they stopped. There's no way forward.” Selena reminds.

Luke hey hey smile: “The show begins. ”

He pulled out the grenade needle and threw it at the front door.

At the beginning of this throw, his movements did not stop.

At two frequencies per second, a box of grenades in front of it was thrown far into various positions already locked near the front door.

Boom, boom, boom!

80! 80! 80! 80! Luke couldn't help but whisper in his heart.

The bandits gathered around the front door were severely traumatized when a series of explosions sounded and flare fragments flew around.

Luke, at this moment, incarnated the human cartridge and accurately threw a grenade into the place where the bandits gathered.

In the stronghold, there was a tremendous screaming for help.

A number of bandits have been killed, more have been blown up half to death, and severe injuries have left them with no choice but to scream and scream for help.

The bandits in the stronghold were all frightened: Are we surrounded by the Mexican military? This is fucking shelling!

Luke threw grenades too frequently and with no low accuracy, almost in a string of explosions near the front door.

The scene was quite appalling, causing the amateur bandits to delude themselves as if they were surrounded.

Luke was just lazy about these guys, and his show was just getting started.

Twenty grenades were thrown out in one breath, and he measured the movement in the stronghold in his spare time.

Now, there are a lot of people running around the front door, even though they don't know what they're running.

In a number of outlying areas, bandits have been unable to resist firing outside the stronghold and have not noticed that the attack was carried out from within.

Luke quickly shifted his attention away from the front door.

The guys there have been blown to pieces, and few dare to gather together.