Super Detective in the Fictional World

The man in the driver's seat with the walkie-talkie commanding him so desperately, before he could make any move, his upper body was blown into a bloody flower.

Luke keeps moving down the muzzle, skips looking at this old Dito guy, keeps sweeping.

Someone had no idea that he had just killed the soul figure in the reinforcements, and he was completely immersed in the sprinkler's fast gun.

The fierce metal storm stopped, and in the mumbling sound, it didn't take ten seconds to plow back and forth among the bandits.

Aside from the quick eye movement, three or five people who crawled down a second or two in advance, the remaining 40 bandits were beaten to pieces directly by this violent attack.

The murmur of terror has finally stopped.

The convoy was wretched and the driver's seat of the five cars was punched through, leaving only half the machine gunmen, and those hiding behind the cars were not spared.

Those three or five bandits who had not been hit cried and crawled all over the flesh and blood.

Heavy M2 heavy machine guns hit the ground, making a noise.

Luke smiled silently, twisting his wrists and yelling in his heart: true niang! Push!

Load it up for ten minutes. Happy ten seconds!

The happiness of a sprinkler wheel, when its real name is not false.

After moving his wrist, he pulled out the M1911 from the holster on his leg.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Several bandits who were crying and crawling all blew their heads off.

As he walked, he slowly pulled out a magazine and replaced it, and Luke's figure sank into the shadow of the house next to him.

Across the street, Martin and Roger's eyeballs were popping.

That's a Browning M2 machine gun! It's an empty gun. It weighs almost 80 pounds, big guy! It would be nice for ordinary people to hold it steady.

Fire in your hand? This has only been tested by some boring firearm fever buddy.

Even with a suspender strap that allows the body to carry most of the weight of the gun, the bullet can only plow the ground after three shots.

In the face of such heavy weapons, it is almost impossible to suppress guns.

As they have just seen, a bullet chain has been emptied with a breath in their hand, while keeping the ballistics smooth, definitely not human.

Martin suddenly felt that there must be something wrong with the world.

He has confidence in his shooting skills, but on heavy machine guns, he loses... No!

This is a fucking car heavy machine gun, not designed to be held in your hand.

Roger finally closed his dislocated jaw and mumbled: “This guy learned from me. ”

Martin: "Huh? ”

“That line was obviously about learning from me.” Roger said.

Martin: "... yes, maybe he and you are both Afro-descendants. ”

Roger: "Are you discriminating against my skin color? ”

Martin: “I'm just praising you for your strength and your ability to carry heavy machine guns. ”

Roger: "... no, I can't even lift my M249. I'm an old man. ”

Bullshit in both populations finally slowly condensed the shock.

Nobody around anymore dares come close.

The image of the heavy machine gun just cleared up was horrible.

In fact, the man Luke killed in the SUV was the instructor of Dito's armed men, an American, retired Marine Corps.

He came here for the money.

For the money, he stays here forever.

Man dies of wealth, a thousand truths.

The last life-saving straw of the Dito group was defeated, and Luke carried out the last round of clean-up work inside the stronghold.

When he met a runner, he was a random shot.

If he escapes, he doesn't go after him, just to remind Serena in the intercom system: "Watch out for the broken bandits, don't be attacked. ”

Selena had a car there, and the escaped bandits saw a good chance of robbing it.

“Don't worry, I found a good place to hide.” Selena said, "But are you sure we don't want to run? ”

Luke smiled softly, lifted his hand and popped two shots, killing two bandits running past him with guns.

Back in the room behind him, he walked past the hall, opened the back door, kicked it out, kicked it in the face of a bandit who was hiding by the door, Cersei trembling: “You have to trust the strength of the Mexican police. I promise they won't be here until we leave. ”

Selena: …

On this occasion, Luke entered the arsenal again, scratching a large quantity of ammunition of interest, such as a few boxes of ammunition chains.

The pleasure of that bullet just now is not something that an assault rifle can give you.

He is far more powerful than normal. He feels the same with a rifle or a pistol. There is little back seat power in the floating area.

M2 heavy machine guns just now let him find what it felt like when he first fired.

In addition to the bullet chain, he also removed RPG ammunition.

Finally, he placed a large piece of plastic X in it and stepped out.

“Martin, what are they doing?” He asked.

Selena: “Martin and Roger are... arguing? Looks like they had a little disagreement over Dito. ”

Luke wondered, “What do you mean? ”

Selena: “I don't know, but I think Roger wants to take Dito back. ”

Luke laughed softly: "It turns out he's a cunning old man. ”

Just take Dito back, this guy's got a lot of stuff in his hand that gives Roger and Martin room for a spin.

Just for the money in this guy's hands, someone will definitely be willing to keep Roger and Martin.

The basket they stabbed this time was quite small, and Roger may have taken that into account.

But Martin's wife and children died in Dito's hands. How could he let go of the enemy?

Nor can Roger be said to be unjust.

He was an elderly man, accompanied by Martin, who came to Mexico to chase dozens of people and beat them up, which was absolutely enough.

As Luke walked, he found the weed warehouse here, poured a barrel of gasoline next to it, then lit a lighter, threw it out and turned around and left.

Behind him, the flames rose and swallowed a large warehouse full of finished weeds.

“Luke, Roger seems to have convinced Martin that Martin has gone to the car now, Dito... is alive. ”

Luke shook his head silently and ran out more than 10 meters, looking at Martin's position, about 30 meters from him.

He could see Roger turning his back on himself, handcuffing Dito Flores.

Luke looked at the situation and couldn't help but mumble: “Martin, give you a chance. You're useless! ”

The M1911 in the holster was instantly pulled out, thrown hard, and the arc fired!

Pfft!

Over there, Roger, who was relieved and handcuffed to Dito, saw that Dito's temple in front of him suddenly burst into bloodshed and fell like a broken puppet.

Roger stares: "WTH!” (What the hell)

Martin heard the gunshots and got out of the car immediately.

Looking at Roger, staring at him, and looking at Dito, who had already blown his mind, he felt incredibly complicated.

Seems angry, seemingly happy, a little relaxed, yet kind of frustrated and lost.