Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke's face is weird: “Naked...? Really?”

Vanessa's face turned a little red: “What do you think? ”

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "Now, is this even? ”

Vanessa hugged him around the neck and mumbled in his ear: "That doesn't seem like enough money, does it? ”

Luke smiled softly: "So let's find a more comfortable place to talk about how to repay the debt? ”

Vanessa stopped saying anything, just biting his earlobes gently with her teeth, apparently interested in how he was going to repay his debt.

On the crossing bridge, Flagg looked at the two bodies in the car and said, “Come on, send those two piles back, maybe even as experimental material. ”

An agent next to him looked at the sea and asked, "Where's the safe? ”

Flagg walked and said, "You still want to get it in front of the Rio police? ”

Agent, think about it.

But listening to Flagg whisper: "Find someone who's more skilled in underwater business and sneak it out at night. ”

Agents smile away.

If there was so much money in that safe, there would be at least $180,000 in bonuses this time.

He asked quickly, "Boss, who shot these two hedgehogs, we don't care? ”

Flagg gets in the car: “Just get the CIA here to pay attention. ”

Agent nodded, sat in the driver's seat and drove away.

The people who killed the hedgehog brothers were at best watchful and not overly concerned.

After all, according to intelligence, the nigger just showed extraordinary precision shooting, great roping skills, and great driving skills.

These are all in the normal category.

Flagg himself can easily kill or capture an idiot like the Hedgehog Brothers.

Extraordinary people with empty power and no brains and skills are simply not fearful.

Why do most of those extraordinary humans disappear? It's not that they all have a heart of peace, it's that they don't have the guts.

The vast majority of the extraordinary cannot resist a small group of well-trained and tacitly matched elite soldiers on their own.

Like Flagg and his dozens of agents, they have the power to fight the vast majority of superhuman beings when they're ready.

As long as extraordinary abilities are not a particularly troublesome type, being caught is only a matter of time consuming.

“Boss, isn't that nigger any worse than the average in our group?” Driving agents gossip.

Flagg said, “Pretty much. ”

In fact, in his estimation, his team should be a little worse than the other guy, and he might outnumber the other guy.

But this gap does not make much sense.

The strength of ordinary elites does not have many advantages before the number of advantages.

Unless, like one of his former colleagues, he reaches the pinnacle of human combat tactics to achieve the horrific effect that a man is an army.

Flagg himself is well aware that he would not be irreplaceable if he were not loyal to the United States.

Luke has a lot of detail and efficiency in his leisurely itinerary over the next few days.

During the day and Vanessa is a local guide, dressed in costumes, touring and playing in various attractions in Rio, staying at the hotel at night, and staying in a double occupancy.

Late at night, after Vanessa fell asleep tired, he went out to harvest with a trembling spirit.

Return to the hotel every day before dawn, get back to bed for two hours, then wake up the eyes and long legs to continue repaying the principal and interest.

It's called slack and relaxed, and casual work is no mistake.

Experience points in the system, rising wildly at 3,000 + a day.

Not his own precinct, not his otherwise peaceful city, he harvested experience points more simply and brutally.

Kill a group of people, throw some of the bodies to the enemy's lair, and then kill the other side.

This became a gang fire and.

As for why these groups suddenly caught fire, then nobody knows.

But their members are dead, and these gangs don't all sit down and make sense. Just pull out the guy and do it.

Luckily, in these fires and in the tourist areas of the city centre and south, Luke and Vanessa's itinerary is largely unaffected.

Today, it rained in Rio.

Without Rio in the clear sky, another aesthetic is revealed in the rain.

Luke held Vanessa and slept in a cottage by the sea in a slightly cooler, damp sea breeze.

This is a single family villa.

Enough building hotels and occasional seaside cottages are a pleasure.

The villa is very quiet with only the noise of the hidden sea breeze and rain dropping in the roof and outside trees.

Luke had Vanessa's smooth, warm body in his arms, but he looked at the sky and thought about the action plan.

To the extent that interest is delivered today, Vanessa will sleep until dawn.

And a rainy night is better for him to go out on business.

Suddenly, the fake phone shook.

Luke grabbed his phone quickly, looked at the sudden map above and over a dozen red dots on it, and frowned.

Instantly put a T-shirt on Vanessa, who was asleep beside him, and he pulled his leg and ran.

Opening the door to the sea, his figure turned into a blurred shadow and instantly swept past a staircase of more than ten meters, one stuck in the sea.

Vanessa in his hand also woke up in the sea, with a strange face: "You... hmm”

Luke covered her mouth and whispered in her ear: "There's a shooter. ”

Vanessa immediately shut her mouth consciously and held her hands tight, leaving Luke to take her swiftly into the sea.

In less than twenty seconds, Luke took her to the beach, more than a hundred meters away, hiding under the porch of another cabin next to him.

“You wait here, don't make a sound, I'll be right back.” He whispered and wanted to leave.

Vanessa pulled him up and said, "If it's dangerous, don't go. ”

She had faith in his combat skills, but the other side was ready, and Luke was just wearing a pair of shorts.

This is too bad.

Luke smiled softly and grabbed a hand under her T-shirt: "I'm not stupid. It's okay. ”

He jumped back into the sea and returned to his house.

Boo!

A fire line suddenly broke out not far away and shot into Luke's cabin for two.

Boom!

The shack burst into flames and a fine crackle rang in the house.

Luke looked at the scene in the ocean and his eyebrows started: Yo, RPG's all out, or is it a steel bead prefabricated grenade, trying to make himself a wasp nest?

After the hut was destroyed by the grenade, more than a dozen shadows quickly approached, kicking the door open and rushing in.

“Where are the people? ”

“There's nobody in the bed. ”

“Nor is there a bathroom. ”

“Check out the beach. ”

Luke watched the timing and landed on the beach not far from the cabin, hiding in the bushes and flowers on the shore.