Super Detective in the Fictional World

Even then, the machine guns on the two Special Battleboats were pouring wild fire.

Boom! A truck driven by a bandit was finally blown up, skyrocketing and a tiny cloud of mushrooms rose.

The two special battleships went unmanned, swept past and took them with them.

Only a small forest of bullet holes and corpses was left behind, the wreckage of a burning vehicle and a group of Thursday trembling bandits.

Luke looked at the scene in the mirror and nodded in his heart: Good, this is America, and it's Hollywood.

Using overwhelming firepower to beat each other up, the soldiers came out to clean up the mess, which is the most common way for the US military to fight.

Driving a Hummer, he circled around, retrieved a drone parked on a bungalow roof and drove all the way down the hill.

Now, I don't suppose anyone has the heart to block the mountain road.

More than a hundred people in old Kristo's lair were at least half dead, and those soldiers were all on special warships, and it was unlikely that the bandits would have any leisure time to continue the blockade nearby.

Thinking about it, a pickup truck suddenly came across the street, and there were several people standing there with rifles in their hands.

Two cars rubbed past and suddenly the pickup turned one by one and chased it over.

Several of the rifles in the car also thumped, and Luke could hear several thumps from his body.

He rolled his eyes: “Crazy!” Touch your hand on the thigh holster, pull out your gun, and twist your wrist.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Several screams rang, all the shooters in the pickup truck fell down, and two holes in the windshield in front of the driver.

Boom!

A rather dull noise came from behind the car, Luke retracted his gun and sighed: “Live honestly, okay? ”

System: Save DEA Agent Lisa Morales mission accomplished.

Total Mission Experience 100, Points 100

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

SYSTEM: Mission accomplished to destroy the secret camp of the Christo group.

Total Mission Experience 3000, points 3000.

Mission contribution rate is 30%, gain experience 900, points 900.

Harvest is good.

The head of the secret camp must have been taken by those two special battleships. After all, there were almost ten machine guns in the six machine guns on his two boats. Hundreds of times more bullets were thrown out than Luke deserved.

I just don't know if Dustin's feelings count.

Thinking about it, he called Dustin and said, "Boss, it's done. But I ran into the seals when I rescued them, so I gave them back. ”

Dustin over there was stunned: "So soon?” It's only been two fucking days!

Luke smiled softly: "Yeah. But with a seal in the way, what does that look like? ”

Dustin: "How the hell did people get out? ”

Luke thought, “I came in alone to rescue people. During the retreat, the bandit was shocked, and the seal happened to be there, after the help broke off. ”

Dustin shrugged for a moment: "That's not a big problem, that's all. ”

Luke: “Wait, boss. I haven't finished my vacation yet, have I? ”

Dustin was choked for a moment and suffocated: "As long as you're not afraid to mess with Selena, come back after two weeks. ”

What can he say?

When Luke went to Brazil this time, he couldn't even reimburse directly for his travel expenses and had to pay for the additional expenses himself.

Someone willing to play in Brazil for a few more days is free.

Luke hung up the phone with a smile and muttered: "Selena won't mess with me! ”

But thinking about it, he called her back and said, "Hey, honey, it's 7: 00 a.m. New York time, and it's time to get up and pee. ”

“Roll ~ ~" Selena's angry voice rang in the earpiece.

Reminds Selena to develop a good lifestyle and, by the way, tells herself that after two weeks in Rio, Luke hums “Hey, forget about the water, put it in New Delhi” and goes on the bridge again.

Looking at that beautiful city across the ocean, he laughed hey: "But I won't forget Rio. ”

He stepped on the throttle and accelerated towards Rio.

Rio in the morning, still so charming.

The sky is still clear, and May is also in Rio, in the southern hemisphere, and one of the coolest seasons of the year - the occasional lowest temperatures below 20 degrees Celsius - is actually cool.

Driving by the beach, watching some bikini beauty come early in the morning, he hey smiled, found a place to stop and also went to the beach.

The most important human tasks were accomplished, and the time remaining was entirely up to him, and he certainly did not have to rush the time as he had initially done.

Anyway, there's an experience gift pack right there that won't run or lose.

So he sat down at the beach restaurant and ordered a full breakfast.

After a leisurely breakfast, he watched the time and watched with interest the growing number of bikini beauties on the beach, finally turning around.

Driving a Hummer, he wandered around the city.

Or out of a small, blind building, maybe an office building, maybe a villa in a rich neighborhood.

These are the “Christo hideouts” that were extracted from Pedro's mouth.

But Christo is more like a broker, more of a backhander, less enthusiastic about the operation of a specific territory.

He did some business in Rio because of the unique environment.

This place happens to have a limit of chaos, but it's not completely undisciplined. It's suitable for people like him who have a very unclean bottom to move freely and train their people.

But the city is the territory of other big men, like Hernan Reyes, the top Rio man.

So these are basically the nests of Hernan-Reyes.

Luke spent the next two days relaxing.

We go out to eat and shop every day, and when the drone finds the chance, it takes off to gather intelligence.

He found more connections from the movements of those strongholds.

It's like pulling sweet potatoes off the ground, and pulling them brings out a string of harvests.

Luke had a great time these two days.

As I typed all kinds of backups of information into my notebook, I whispered consciously in my mouth: "20, 20, 50, 20, 100, 200, 50...”

Simply put, the system generally only determines 20 experience points for a shooter.

On the other hand, the small head will float by 350 points.

Hand-black and middle-level gangs, probably floating in 100 to 300 rooms.

This is Luke's long-standing pattern.

This is certainly not an accurate estimate, but he enjoys it.

The number he's talking about is actually the Points of Experience for keeping the bottom line.

This rhetoric gives him energy to live in Rio over the next few days.

That's it, on the fifth day of Rio.

Yesterday and two nights before yesterday, he dismantled two illegal drug warehouses, killing few people, but he cleaned up a shipment.

The gain of over 2,000 experience points made him happy to burn contraband drugs.