Super Detective in the Fictional World

The crowd in the store shouted wildly in response.

In an instant, a completely different music sounds, loud and strongly rhythmic.

In this loud music, you have to close your ears to shout.

Luke also had to stop chatting with the brunettes around him.

He remembered that the shop was starting to get high and it was easier to start his own work on it.

Many customers also seem to know that the opening hours are really high and are constantly pouring in through the doors, and the scene is a mess.

All of a sudden, Luke's sensitivity sent a little discomfort, which was being watched with malicious eyes.

His sensitivity is not strong in perception and can only be tacitly triggered by highly targeted malice.

So, this is someone trying to kill him?

He didn't make a sound, he just explored the past with a sensitive sense of smell.

A moment later, he found a distinct scent in most normal scents.

This smell is clean, slight gunpowder and a bit of normal sweat, so it doesn't fit into the surrounding crowd.

Coming here, drinking or high pills. Those who do not have these two items are basically free of firearms.

More importantly, this guy also uses Gucci men's perfume.

The gangs in this store are not as boring as wearing perfume.

Luke's right hand stretched out randomly, swinging the crystal liquor sign on the bar like it was very boring, and while it was spinning, his dynamic vision saw a man from a glimmer.

His black shirt came with black casual pants, and he had a pair of shiny leather shoes underfoot and a big back comb.

The eagle hook nose, the orbital recess slightly deeper, with a slightly squeaky mouth, looks very ruthless.

Around is a crowd of people dancing wildly with DJ music, but this man is like a ghost, walking around in the crowd, out of touch with the fiery and wild atmosphere of this nightclub.

All of a sudden, Luke turns his head and looks at the brunette next to him: "Can I buy you a drink tonight?” He reached out and held her over her shoulder, pulling her close to herself, like a young man in a hurry.

The dark-haired beauty was surprised and wondered if she had just reacted.

Almost at the same time, she heard a crackling noise in the liquor cabinet around her, and a bottle broke open.

With her heart swirling, she followed Lucra's pull and plunged into his arms, falling out of the bar with him, falling behind a round sofa next to her.

Luke blinked: “Are you... are you in agreement? Uh, angry? ”

The dark-haired beauty's nerves were so tight that she had to relax and stare at him: “What do you think? ”

Luke laughed: “I think you agree, but you're a little embarrassed, so you're angry again. ”

Dark-haired beauty: “What?” You're really good at making up for other people's psychological activities.

Now, the two of them lay right behind the round sofa, and the brunette lay on his chest.

The dancing crowd just looked at two people casually and had a few cheers, but nobody cared.

In this bar, it is not uncommon to be happy to go straight to shooting, the district throws a hug in its arms, and there is no selling point in flirting with the playful code.

Watching the big back move over there, Luke suddenly pulled his back, one rolled over and pressed her under: “I feel a little more comfortable. ”

The dark-haired beauty was going to say something, but suddenly her eyes peeled.

Luke flipped this over and slightly sidelined her, widening her gaze.

A big black coat with a gun just walked out the side of the couch.

Her left hand pulled the PPK out of her thigh holster as soon as she pulled the skirt.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Three shots in a row and forced him back into his head.

Her hand behind Luke's head with the gun did not move at all, and her eyes looked at the side of the round sofa, drinkin 'low in her mouth: "Get up and roll away. ”

Luke whispered, “Can't you be gentle?” But his body immediately lifted up and sat on the side of a round sofa.

As he sat back on the ground, a small steel ball slid out of his hand silently, clinging to the ground from under the round sofa and rolling to the other side.

On the other side of the round sofa, the man with the big back in black just stepped down, stroked hard, probed his head, and the gun in his hand was aimed at the black beauty who was still lying on the ground.

Who knew what was suddenly added under his feet, rolling and sliding, his toes swayed voluntarily, driving his body and arms.

Pfft!

He shot a round sofa in the standby.

Bad screaming in my heart, I can see the grin on the brunette's face on her big back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

His back hummed and his body tumbled into the dense crowd.

He was shot in the left shoulder, all because of a foreign object that somehow appeared under his foot, leaving his shot empty, and the first hand on both sides instantly reversed.

And Luke looked at the gun in the hands of the brunette with horror: "It's just an invitation, pulling the gun... isn't it? ”

Dark-haired beauty has no idea how to beep with him, and she drinks straight down: “Get out of the way.” The magazine has begun to change in hand.

She didn't want to be involved with that young man by herself and the battle on that big back, and she looked at him very well.

Luke seemed scared, rushed up and ran, and hit the bar.

Someone's suddenly at the bar. "Ah!” The ground screamed.

The dark-haired beauty also stood up with the PPK in her hand raised high and slammed behind the bar.

In the bar, a large black coat with a rolling back ran up the side passage, bowed to his body and ran away with his face to the back door.

Just now, after being shot in the shoulder on his big back, he rolled into the crowd and took the opportunity to hide in the bar.

When he was just about to get up and raid the brunette, a man hit the bar on his left and a crystal wine sign slanted over.

The head of the big back was cut off from the edge of the bar, and it felt like a flower in front of him, and the crystal liquor deck was cut to his nose.

Even if he closed his eyes, he felt a sore nose and uncontrollable tears rolling down.

Big backs don't hesitate, one word -- run.

His eyes were temporarily lost, and he was likely to be killed in seconds in the war. It was foolish not to run.

When PPK, a dark-haired beauty, blew up a bottle of wine in the bar, he had crawled away from the side and avoided what had happened to being beaten into a wasp nest.

That's when people in the carnival around them noticed the anomaly.

The bar was too noisy, the gun on the back of the black coat had a silencer, and the PPK movement of the brunette was not particularly loud.

The attention of the surrounding crowd and the security guards was not drawn until there was a crackling noise at the bar.

But before they came around, the brunette had followed the black coat behind her back.

Just as she rubbed herself past Luke, she whispered: "Drink your juice honestly and stop following me. ”