Super Detective in the Fictional World

Boom!

Airborne grenades covered the bandits, and flying steel balls blew up a ghost crying wolf.

Under the threat of occasional grenades, the remaining 200 bandits did not organize any counter-attacks and were forced to flee and shoot.

No one dares to get together, more people get together, and somehow a grenade flies up next to them and blows them up.

On the other hand, Martin and Roger were under a lot of pressure, and there were twenty or thirty guns shooting at them from a zero drop across the street.

But suddenly a few grenades fell into these bandits, instantly annihilating a small half of the people, the bandits across the street lost all courage, hugging the mice.

Martin: “…”

Roger gasped and mumbled, "Say, isn't God his old man blessing us? So many people across the street, we're not dead yet. ”

Martin groaned, "God, does he throw grenades too? Come on, I think I saw Dito. ”

Roger's spiritual shock: "Where? ”

Martin: "Follow me, don't let the masters throw a grenade at you and blow you to death. ”

Roger: “No way? ”

Martin: "… well, although I don't want to admit it, these experts seem to know exactly what our course of action is. ”

He didn't say the rest.

What can be done should be an elite task force working with each other to make it so easy to get back and forth.

But Martin couldn't figure out why this battle force was so strong that it exploded.

Luke again received a reminder from Selena: "Five cars, four SUVs, one with a machine gun, came in through the back door and was reinforced by Dito. Be careful, this group is not the same as that group of soldiers in the stronghold, they are very professional in their operations. ”

He asked, “Where are the new reinforcements? ”

Selena: “Right there where you ambushed the armored car, they were at war with Martin and them. You might want to hurry up, Martin and Roger are a little overwhelmed. ”

In fact, Martin and Roger are not a little overwhelmed, but totally overwhelmed.

Five new reinforcements came down close to thirty people, and the UMP microflush plus M4A1 was well configured, well trained, fast moving and well-targeted.

Cooperated, he couldn't even use the heavy machine gun on the pickup truck, and he couldn't dare to shoot Martin in the face.

Now, the men of the five cars received Dito, covering each other and retreating to the convoy, and were about to leave.

Not only that, but under the scorn of this group of reinforcements, several bandits gathered to follow the orders of the group and began to push towards the back door.

Along with this group of reinforcements, almost fifty people have formed a small group that is attracting bandits from around them.

Man, there's always blind obedience.

In times of chaos, most people choose to follow the larger forces.

The reinforcements took the lead.

Luke looked at the reinforcements and found it a bit tricky.

His incoming grenades had been thrown out, and the new arrivals had a fairly high tactical level.

While the roads were dispersed with the grey cannons, their own positions also allowed for a safe distance to alternate cover for evacuation at any time.

Luke's a good shot, but if he kills three or five people, these guys will set fire to him.

Moreover, their retreat was not particularly fast, but it was not slow.

Luke will destroy up to half the people, and all of them will be evacuated.

With the mutineers driving, it's not easy for him to leave the entire convoy behind with a rocket.

Luke picks the eyebrows: This reinforcement is quite high, close to the level of a properly trained force, and Dito certainly has an extraordinary power.

Too bad it didn't work!

Dito, he's set, and Jesus can't keep him! Luke said.

At this point, a pickup came out of the corner.

Looking at the pickup, Luke's eyeballs turned, raised his hand and shot the bandit in the driver's seat, and the pickup crashed into the house next to him.

Nobody around here cares about this little accident.

Luke quickly touched the house, drumming on the pickup for a moment and came out with a new weapon in his hand.

Just as the crowd was revamping and gaining momentum, several bandits facing the back door road suddenly changed their faces.

Several reacting bandits are directly a bad dog eating shit, jumping aside, then climbing hands and feet and using the ground to both sides of the hiding place.

On one of the SUVs in the motorcade over there, a big man with a tough face held a walkie-talkie, and he was still drinking: "Don't be so fucking late, get out of here. You guys go on the road, find the car, get the pickup of the machine gun first... FUXK! What are you running for? ”

“Machine, machine gun ~” Not far outside his car, the bandit's eyes stared, almost fell out of the orbit, his ass peed and desperately climbed away.

The big man stunned and suddenly felt something was wrong and turned his head sharply.

Between moments, he seemed to feel that the whole world had become extremely slow.

A busy man took heavy steps, turning step by step from the corner of the wall behind them, falling and shaking a layer of dust.

The big man's acute eyesight is like slowly letting go, looking at this man, and the weapon in his hand that follows his body slightly, and the long chain of bullets that he wears on the shadow of a haunted man.

Big man's pupils tightened hard.

And the shadows across the street actually moved quickly, walking a few steps in the middle of the road, turning to face the convoy, and the fifty or sixty bandits in front of it.

“Sapris! Mayhem Focker!” A yell filled with black characters shouted and all the bandits trembled.

Apart from the bandits who had already begun to flee wildly, others looked at them subconsciously.

A hard, dark, long barrel of guns, a brutal battlefield weapon, a long string of golden bullet chains, and a figurine standing in front of their legs and back of their feet, were reflected in their curtains.

The next moment, it's completely different from the muffled roar of a rifle.

Boom! Boom!

The bandits in the forefront blew up a string of bloody rains.

More precisely, there are countless bodies that have been bombarded into pieces.

The commanding man held a walkie-talkie in his hand and screamed wildly: "Spread out! Spread out! Machine gunner, fight back! ”

Too late.

As Luke's biggest threat pickup machine gunner, he subconsciously turned a bit of a machine gun, his whole head disappeared, and only a sparsely puzzled object flew away.

Heavy machine guns are the first big killer!

Luke's first target was this machine gunman.

Solve the machine shooter, his arms rarely go to full force, firing, while quickly fine-tuning the gun mouth, shooting the tight spots in one piece, and naming the dozens of bandits in front of him.

His fingers moved so slightly as the gun crossed from the body of an SUV.

Whoa, whoa!

Flying heavy machine gunpoint with an unbeatable spear.