Super Detective in the Fictional World

Five minutes later, Vanessa got out of the car somehow and looked at Luke waving and felt a little bit like laughing.

What the hell is a poker game?

What the hell are poker cards that change fate? You can't find a Tarot card. It's more like it!

Plus, you can tell how lucky she is by the number of wins and losses, and that's ghosts and ghosts!

In the face of someone's nonsense, she must have gone crazy just now, sounding like she was in a bad mood.

But maybe the game worked, and Vanessa was in such a bad mood to relax, humming and walking into the alley.

On the other side, Luke, who had just lost two rounds playing cards, saw Vanessa leave and shook her head with a smile: "Your luck is normal when you meet me. ”

He looked at Vanessa's ability to fade, and he couldn't help himself.

Vanessa's abilities have been hanging for so long, it will be long ago.

Primary vehicle driving still exists at this moment in his own competency list, and it does not have any suffix - it is his own competency.

The starting point for super-learning modules is learning, not simply duplicating.

The reason he let Vanessa go is simple.

Firstly, she does not belong to a mandatory group of systematically determined killers. Secondly, she gave Luke a primary capability. And finally, and most importantly, the face.

For women, normal men always look at their faces.

The driver of Queen Bell, a New York taxi, also hung up, looking at the drone, Vanessa walked into a deserted factory building.

After a few days of investigation, he discovered that Hernan-Reyes was not easy, and that his forces were involved in all aspects of Rio.

He was clearly a businessman in Hernan, often charitable, built drinking water systems for slums, donated schools, and built basic health care.

Privately, the old man has almost anything black on him, and he's basically blind to it.

Kill this guy, why does the system dad have to give you 1,000 EXP points? He wondered, forking Hernan's name.

But, Vanessa, what are they up to?

If it's money, then last night, led by bald men and handsome young men, Vanessa and several others watched millions of dollar knives burn in front of her.

Yes, the bald guy stormed Hernan's little vault last night, and Vanessa had eyes and legs in her blackhead.

It is also presumably too obvious that she did not take off her hood and even wore men's clothes.

Perhaps only a personal vendetta like this can solve the money.

Turning the car into the alley, Luke quickly touched outside the factory building.

The factory is outdated and fairly empty and has been specially handled.

There is a sofa and bed in the corner, and another corner is the car and some parts, which is where the vehicle was modified.

There is also a stove in the other corner where two blacks are drumming the food.

Luke just smelled that smell and made a decision about the craftsmanship of both of them —— hell.

Vanessa was sitting on the couch talking to a few people about something.

There are men and women in this group, and black white Asian Latinos have everything they need.

The skinheads and handsome young men who burned Hernan's little vault were among them.

In Luke's sensitive sense of smell, most of the people present took part in the banknote burning operation that night.

When he listened to them for a moment, he was sudden: these guys were actually hitting Hernan with all the cash in their hands.

It's not just the patents of the Chinese, it's also known to these semi-black and white guys.

They burned the bills of those million-dollar knives, trying to get Hernan to collect the money himself and take it once more.

After all, robbing once is much easier than robbing ten times in a row.

In the face of bald-headed snakes, Hernan doesn't put the money together, what if he gets burned by millions of dollars more? For the first time, are you afraid there won't be a second?

Hernan, although overpopulated, is unlikely to take care of all the small vaults and is likely to be smashed by bald men.

So, it's a mastermind!

And the bald guy and the handsome young man seem to have a real personal vendetta with Hernan, which adds to the misleading.

They bet Hernan won't be able to sit down.

In fact, bald guy, the beginning of the plan should be successful.

In just a few of the locations Luke had visited in the past two days, two had delivered large quantities of cash.

He didn't do it because it wasn't necessary.

If we catch Hernan, the big man won't have any personal effects in his head?

But when he heard where these guys were going to rob, Luke said, "How dare you rob the police station?"

The group was secretly photographed and archived, and Luke retreated again.

Troubleshooting Hernan will increase the likelihood of a mistake in Hernan's busy schedule.

Touching the fish is the way to go.

In the afternoon, Luke returned to the beach and, in front of the stall, came up with a plan of action with a notebook.

Vanessa's gang did it for a few days, so he'd better do it while he can.

Better get this guy Hernan. The big guy's got intel in his head. Luke's interested.

Suddenly, he had two long legs flashing around the corner of his eyes.

He looked over and found that Vanessa and an Asian man had just walked past and then laid idly back in the shade and chatted.

Luke was laughing: What is this?

Soon he understood.

Hernan Reyes appears in a cafe at a hotel not far away.

Luke activated the phony radio device and listened to Vanessa and her conversation from her earpiece.

“No, this guy's got, like, one, two, three, four, five, six bodyguards, and that position glass is probably bulletproof.” The Asian man said softly that he stuffed his mouth with chips.

“Eight! There's only one man on the table on the left and the one behind. Do you think these two look like people who are free to drink coffee?” Vanessa looked past Hernan and spoke very quietly.

“How long have you been inactive since the last time?” Asian men talk nonsense.

Vanessa's face darkened down: "I'm on vacation, okay? ”

The Asian man looked at her face and said, "Your luck hasn't gone yet? ”

Vanessa overstepped and didn't want to answer this sad question.

The Asian man shrugged his shoulders and stopped gossiping and turned to Hernan: "How do I get his palm print? Dominic was just kidding. If we got close, we'd be stopped by bodyguards. ”

Vanessa snorted softly: "So some things can only be done by women. ”