Super Detective in the Fictional World

As soon as Rebecca completes her revenge, she leaves the United States and hides in Brazil.

She had intended to change her identity and live somewhere else after the mutual aid club searched for her less vigorously.

Mutual Aid is still as powerful as it can be remembered, and less than a month later, Mr. X followed.

Her feelings for the Soroptimist community were a little more complicated than those of William-Johnson and Wolf-Ethworth, who directly caused her sister's death.

If you die like this, you don't have to fight them anymore, do you? She thought so in her heart, closing her eyes.

Closed her eyes, she naturally didn't see, the edge of the rooftop, quietly popped a head, then the whole body, the whole process went smoothly and gently into the roof without any smoke.

Mr. X is holding the ticket, and his indifferent face finally begins to show excitement: “Do you want to die? That's boring. I can tell you a free piece of information —— I actually killed your biological parents who died in the accident. ”

Rebecca opened her eyes violently: "What? ”

She stunned and stared behind Mr. X's head, revealing a surprising and incredible look.

Looking at her face, Mr. X laughed unexpectedly: "Because of you! You've shown your talent for being an official assassin since you were a kid. Too bad your parents are not amused, you've been missing for a year and you're still tracking your whereabouts. I had to drive them down and throw a drunken bastard in the driver's seat. ”

Rebecca bites her teeth: "I'm gonna kill you! ”

Mr. X sighed: "I've been watching you since I was a kid, and you're a good piece of work that I've developed. I was looking for a chance to X you, but you lost control too fast to give me that chance! Forget it, it's a shame you haven't been with a man, but go to hell! ”

He pointed the gun from Rebecca's hand at her chin: "There was just one last bullet, and that was God's will. ”

Rebecca suddenly laughed and mocked: "Yes, it is God's will. ”

Mr. X suddenly felt a chill blowing through his back neck.

It was someone breathing behind his back, and he stood with cold hair all over him, wanting to jump forward and turn around.

A big hand had pinched his back neck and held him in the air.

“God, did his old man ever tell you not to compete blindly before you shut up? Well, he shouldn't have said that.” A young voice whispered.

Mr. X's hand was loose, Rebecca fell to the ground, and he was down there breathing.

She barely looked up and looked weird, as if she didn't know what to say.

Behind Mr. X, she revealed a face she was just familiar with, not Luke's young, young beard.

Luke mocked while lifting his leg and kicking twice.

Two clicks, Mr. X's knee cracked.

He just threw Mr. X on the floor, and he pulled a few poker cards out of his backpack: "Give you a chance. Play with me in ten rounds at 21, and I'll let you go if you win five rounds. ”

Mr. X bites his teeth: "Who are you? ”

Luke rolled his eyes and punched him in the left shoulder.

Knock!

Mr. X screamed painfully.

“Coming or not? This is your only chance.” Luke swayed the cards in his hand.

Mr. X bites his teeth: "Come. ”

Less than two minutes later, Mr. X shouted angrily: "This is only the sixth inning, and you won four. ”

Luke shook his head, put away his cards and stood up: “Even if you win five rounds, I'll let you go. ”

Mr. X: "Ah? ”

Rebecca: “What? ”

Luke suddenly flew off, clicking, and Mr. X's last fine right arm broke: “I let you go, but she can't let you go, it's none of my business. ”

“You should want to take care of him yourself, right?” He handed her the SafariArmsMatchmaster, which belonged to Rebecca, "and another bullet, as if it were God's will. ”

Mr. X has cursed Lian Lian.

Rebecca took the gun and shook her head: “It's too cheap for him. ”

Luke shouted, twisting his head and thinking, "Is this enough? ”

Mr. X's scolding disappeared and stared at him.

Rebecca retracted and tried to pull the spare magazine hands from her waist. She stunned over them and nodded silently for a moment: “That's enough. ”

As she walked over, she stuffed a towel into the mouth of Mr. X, who wanted to continue cursing.

“Can you... excuse me for a moment?” She turned her head to Luke.

Luke shrugged his shoulders and gently jumped off the roof.

A dull howl was heard on the roof, and more than ten minutes later, a shot was fired.

A moment later, Rebecca jumped down: "Let's go. ”

Luke pointed upstairs and said, "Just let him throw it there? ”

Rebecca snorted, “Mutual Aid is coming to get me, so come on. ”

Luke: “Are you sure? ”

Rebecca hesitated and finally shook her head: "If it causes you any trouble, get rid of him. ”

Luke thought about it, or he flipped over and put Mr. X's body and other debris in storage.

He's not afraid of any trouble.

Whether it's a towel or a butane gas tank, he throws it out with a thin film across his hand and leaves no trace.

But turning Mr. X into Mr. Disappeared would undoubtedly make it more difficult for mutual assistance to trace Rebecca.

For a lonely person, backing out of a mutual aid club, this is actually more important than export malice.

A moment later, he jumped: "Let's go. ”

Rebecca Moore nodded and took the lead.

A few steps, her legs softened and she knelt down.

At this point, an arm grabbed her and hugged her: “If you don't have the strength, just say so. I don't mind helping. But where are we going? ”

Rebecca gasped twice, letting her body lean against his arm: "Go to the beach, I want to blow the wind. ”

Luke threw her on his back and carried her to the beach.

As he walked, he looked at the system prompts.

SYSTEM: The mission of Mr. X, a key member of Mutual Aid, was completed.

Total mission experience 500, points 500.

Mission contribution rate is 70%, gain experience 350, points 350.

System: Save Rebecca Mission Complete.

Total Mission Experience 100, Points 100

100% Mission Contribution, 100 Experience, 100 Points.

Well, it seems he didn't kill Mr. X wrong, and he didn't save Rebecca wrong.

Save her 100 Experience Points, and she's a good person in that system's judgment.

Luke has a rough guess about how to be a good person.

For example, he was a good and honest young man, and the system father thought he was a good man.

Watch a play, kill a man, save a man.

Tonight's life is colorful, well paid, and it's another wonderful day. A good man thought so, walking lightly and incredibly to the beach.