Super Detective in the Fictional World

The next morning, at 9: 00 a.m., Hernan went out.

Luke looked at the images from the drone and thought, “Who are these two new guys? ”

Unlike before, the two people in the back row of the luxury car with Hernan were dressed in grey clothes, covered from head to toe in a harsh and solid manner.

Their faces were about the same as Luke's when he was doing his personal work, wearing a hood and sunglasses.

The two were about a meter and a half tall, but they looked strong and had thicker thighs than Vanessa's waist.

Powerful player?

Luke just thought about it and shook his head.

Normal level power players can't take advantage of guns and cars and must be agile.

But there are no signs of guns on either of them, and they can carry a pistol at most.

As he pondered, he hung Hernan's car from afar.

At 9: 30, Hernan's car entered the police station.

The boss wasn't entirely relieved that the policeman was working for him and would come and see his money every day.

Meanwhile, his men and the police were searching wildly for traces of Dominican travelers, as well as traces of the death of someone who... slapped him in the face.

At this moment, walk through the Hernando mask in the police station to cover his face.

He looked at the director next to him and looked at him with surprise, and he said angrily, "I've got a cold, can't I? ”

The Director immediately expressed his sincere belief in the rationale, saying in a straightforward manner: "Boss, now that the police force has increased its security, the guards have doubled since usual, and there are dedicated SWAT officers around the warehouse, don't worry. ”

Hernan just nodded and muttered in his heart: stupid, I was so worried you hacked the money!

Soon after, he went to the warehouse to look at the money and went back to the director's office to sit down, while the director stood there like a little horse.

Hernan waved impatiently: "Go do your thing yourself, don't stand here. ”

The director nodded immediately and left.

Hernan waited until the door was closed before removing the mask and revealing his swollen face like a pig's head on either side.

Fortunately, there are only two of his most trusted brothers around at the moment, and they won't laugh at his face.

“Boss, grab the guy who hit you in the face, give it to me, and I'll break every bone in his body.” A grey man opened his mouth and his voice was mute.

Hernan nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll leave it to you. ”

These two brothers are loyal, they just can't look at each other, they don't mention any pot.

Do you still have to talk about this? Since when has Hernan suffered such a terrible loss?

Thinking about what happened the afternoon before yesterday, Hernan's heart was filled with impatience.

If he had been shot a few times the day before yesterday, he might have been angry, but he would never have been so impatient.

At this moment, his body was actually fine, and his swollen face was barely slightly damaged by 50%.

But he'd rather be shot the day before yesterday, at least in line with his old man's identity.

Big guy who's never been shot, he's not qualified.

But if you get slapped and can't find the man, you're embarrassed.

Even now, Hernan feels strange.

Which psychopath grabbed herself for slapping herself?

Besides, he was furious at what the population said the day before yesterday.

He touches a woman's ass a lot. Does the ghost know which one they're referring to? Did you kill the boyfriend of the woman who touched his ass? There are still hundreds of people left to die in the city.

Afterwards, he also found surveillance footage of the hotel.

After analyzing the results, he regretted to tell him that they could not find a clue to the man.

When Hernan was told the news, his forehead was sweating when he saw the surveillance. Fortunately, there was no video of Hernan being beaten on the surveillance.

As Big Rio, Hernan certainly does not allow the hotel to monitor his seat.

In fact, he did not enter camera range before or after the attack on Hernan.

On the other hand, the attacker wore a sun hat with sunglasses and a big beard without saying what was in his mouth, changing the shape of his face.

As a result, there are many surrounding spectators, but none of them have any impression of the attacker's appearance.

In fact, none of my men felt dared to say they had an impression.

As long as they're not idiots, locals will never say they remember what happened.

The point of this is that Hernan was slapped.

Remember that attacker, just admit you saw Hernan get beaten!

But the tourist survey showed that no one could really see the person's face and whereabouts.

Whoever punched Hernan in the face became the new unsolved mystery of Rio City.

Hernan was upset over there, Dominic, and they were outside the underground parking lot at the police station.

Two police vehicles drove to the entrance and exit of the parking lot with a somewhat dilapidated armoured vehicle in the middle.

Looking behind some old armored vehicles, the quaint flat rear bucket was modified, and the policeman on duty at the railing asked: "What happened to this pickup truck? ”

The policeman in the driver's seat looked in the rearview mirror and listened to the co-pilot whisper: “Three, two, one, do it. ”

The driver suddenly raised his hand and the Taser gun in his hand pointed at the cop the probe looked at.

Two nails with thin metal threads flew out, hitting the policeman on duty, and he instantly twitched and fell.

At the same time, the co-pilot of the police car in the back provoked the Taser gun and knocked down a nearby SWAT officer.

The three vehicles started almost simultaneously, breaking the railings and rushing into the underground parking lot.

“We only have thirty seconds.” The driver in the armoured car spoke on the walkie-talkie.

Everyone starts to count down silently in their hearts.

Thirty, twenty-nine!

Police cars driving ahead have cleared the way.

Twenty-seven, twenty-six!

Homemade armored vehicles began to accelerate wildly, and the raised steel angle on the front bar was rough, but absolutely solid.

Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three!

Boom!

In a loud noise, the armoured car broke directly into a wall and rushed into a room.

Twenty-two, twenty-one.

The armoured car retracted and began to turn around. The rear bucket dropped an iron plate and landed obliquely on the ground and in the bucket.

Twenty, nineteen, sixteen, fifteen, eleven, ten!

Two police cars got off four people, and two people pulled out the trailer hook behind the car and snapped it into the vault like an alloy pin with a thick arm.

The other two quickly put several plastic X pills on the wall around the vault, shouting, “Done. ”

Four people ran out almost simultaneously.

Six, five!

Two of the four people got into the police car and one of the other two shouted: "Stand by, detonate. ”

Three, two, one!

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of, less violent explosions broke out, and the walls around the vault burst into huge holes.