Super Detective in the Fictional World

Does Luke need to save Dominic's people? Seems... unnecessary.

Whether the robberies were carried out or not, he would sweep away important branches of the Hernan criminal gang.

The presence or absence of such groups had little impact on his actions.

So thinking, he slowed down the throttle at his feet, a dozen steering wheels, turned a street exit and suddenly saw three cars rushing across the street.

Luke is also familiar with the three cars and has seen them several times in the past few days, especially the armoured Hummer in the middle.

That's the skinhead FBI Hobbs' ride, and Dominic's four shitty bastards are in it.

Luke shrugged his shoulders and moved on unintentionally.

Both sides quickly missed each other.

But just a few dozen meters after the two sides made a mistake, Luke heard a rumble.

His eyes immediately looked into the mirror, and in a flame, one of the three FBI vehicles was blown to the head.

Not far from the roof, a man holds an RPG transmitter in his hand, surrounded by dust that emits vibrations.

“This must be a joke!” Luke muttered, quickly putting a hood in his hand, followed by a double layer of bulletproof vest, a bulletproof helmet.

AK put one hand next to the other and put it on both of the magazines.

Hobbs is a team of six people in three cars in front and back.

They, from the regular army, have fewer than twenty bandits and are easily exterminated by them.

The number of bandits who dare to attack them will not be small.

Indeed, just as Luke changed gear, he saw from his rearview mirror a bunch of gunmen shooting from the side of the street.

They were shooting wildly at the corners of the walls, windows, rooftops, cars behind the back two cars.

Luke looked at the second car, the sturdiest armored Hummer, and stopped, cursing: "Damn. ”

This Hummer is no smarter than going straight out, and as long as it's not hit directly by the RPG, it's perfectly resistant to the shooting of those rifles.

However, it stopped and the car behind it stopped, blocking the first car that had been hit by a rocket.

They want their teammates back, a laudable but extremely dangerous choice.

“Damn it!” Luke scolded again, and his hand flew fast: “My new car! ”

He said, his steering wheel dozen times, booming and lifting the speed.

At this moment, again, the second rocket fired, hitting the SUV behind it.

The FBI people who were fighting back were suddenly blown away by scattered air waves.

Luke looked at the situation and could only hope that the FBI wouldn't be too unlucky.

The FBI subconsciously chose Armored Hummer as a bunker, without facing the explosion directly, lucky enough to be alive.

Less than ten seconds later, with the advantage of raids and fire, the bandits who took the upper hand saw another black armored Hummer coming.

It was incredibly fast, swinging left and right on the street, and the driving window detected an AK that was also firing wildly.

Roadside bandits were forced back in part by flying bullets, especially a guy with RPGs, who was the first to be killed.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

On the left side, several bandits shooting from the rooftop ceiling fell screaming.

Crazily rushing down this road, a black armored Hummer swings its tail while AK sweeps the tail flame down.

Boom, boom, boom!

A few bullets wound up blowing a brave man who dared to stand up again with RPG in his head.

New cars for the labourers, anyone who dares to blow them up will die! Luke had a heart attack.

At this moment, the black Hummer just threw its tail, finished turning in place, stepped on the throttle and drove back again.

After adjusting the driver's seat on one side, AK fired wildly again, emptying the remaining half of the magazine.

Four or five bandits on the right fell screaming, some fell into the roof, some fell from upstairs and looked messy.

A lot of people are shouting, no one knows what they're shouting.

Over there, bald FBI Hobbs is one of those screamers: "Damn it, Wilkes! Just say it alive. ”

“Boss, cough, I'm alive, but at least two broken ribs.” A young Asian man struggled to spit blood into the back of a roadside car.

Hobbs was a little relieved, and it hurt a lot, but at least it wouldn't hang up right away.

“Mike, how are you?” He shouted again.

A strong Latino man lay down and raised his head from the ground: "Fine, he can't die. ”

Hobbs bites his teeth: "Get up and kill the guys around you before the Hummer blows up. ”

This is surrounded by little streets of architecture, where vehicles meet RPGs, which are live targets, and they are the precursors.

But Luke had already rushed them not far away. Open the door and get out.

Instead of rushing his head, he pulled the door out and replaced AK with a new magazine.

The bandits turned their heads again.

This time they're less lucky.

Standing on your feet, Luke with a gun in his hand, and Luke with a one-handed shot on a flying car, the hitting rate is completely different.

For Luke, these successive bandits, who were masturbating from the building, were all slow in his eyes.

He even had time in his head to plan the simplest and most efficient shooting route, and then blow up the bandits on that route one by one.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Five bullets, like a queue of gunshots, fell in turn.

Luke, this is where we turn to the front cover.

Boom, boom, boom!

The three bandits at the corner of the front slope of the car were silent and their heads burst.

Boom, boom, boom!

The bandits on the second floor of the building behind the four cars fell on their backs.

He also meets two of Luke's higher-ranking opponents with a range of no more than 30 meters.

He still lifted his gun and moved to Hobbs' turquoise armored Hummer, slapping the door: "Hey, come out and save someone. ”

Just a moment later, the door opened and a policewoman alerted Luke with a pistol.

Luke didn't even look at her: "You guys get down here and get the injured FBI in the car. ”

Quiet in the trunk, four men flying down to the basement.

But their handcuffs were all open, and Luke glanced at the policewoman, silent.

Barehead Dominic glanced and asked, "Who are you? ”

Luke waves, “Save some lives. Besides, you don't want to carry a murder case, do you? This is the FBI. ”

Everyone was right, hands and feet speeded up a lot, quickly lifted five injured FBIs out of the side and sent them to the yellow Hummer.

Just as they moved the wounded, Luke's AK was shot several more times in a row, and several remaining bandits were shot in the head without even seeing their faces clearly.

At one point, in addition to the roar of burning vehicles on the street, there were low groans of bandits around, and the streets calmed down.

The crowd had to move faster and get everything done quickly.

Luke watched as he stood next to the car, bald-headed FBI Hobbs with a gun alert: "How are you doing? Do you want me to take you to the airport? ”