Super Detective in the Fictional World

A moment later, two gunmen guarding outside felt their throats tight and were dragged into the trees next to them.

Behind the bushes, Luke held an AK in his hand, checked the magazine, stood behind a palm tree and protruded the muzzle.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

A few shadows swung through the room instantly.

“He's back there, back there. ”

“He snuck out. ”

Luke whispers: I'm not fucking stupid! It's not out there. Is it still in the house?

Shadows changed angles in the bushes, and AK fired two more spots, knocking down two bandits who had just come round the beach.

A little bit of skill. He muttered in his heart.

Four or five of these guys were knocked down by surprise attacks, and they still haven't broken loose and escaped, and the basic rules are maintained in the operation room, each hiding from the other and covering each other.

None of these shooters are amateurs and are clearly more formally trained.

It's less than that, more than that.

These guys are defined in their hearts, and Luke's figure is hidden in the dark again.

Boom, boom, boom!

On the other side of the house, AK's gun flames suddenly erupted, knocking down two shooters again.

The shooters are finally starting to panic.

Before they saw the shadow of the target, they were knocked down by half of their companions, something they hadn't thought of before.

And they have no idea how many people there are.

“Cover each other, pull back from the left, there's a shield.” A leader ordered it.

The remaining six did not hesitate and did so immediately.

The target is too obvious in this lonely hut, and just as they did with the steel bead grenade coming in, standing here is a live target.

Go into the surroundings and they can circle with each other for a while.

Six people staggered in turn and quickly rushed out of the flower grass at the side door.

They pulled a few meters apart from each other to avoid being left alone.

The last two just stepped out the door as the first two rushed to the edge of the bush, five or six metres away.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

On the roof of the side door of the cabin, Luke stood high and shot six people in the back from front to back.

His favorite runner is a live target on the muzzle.

He jumped off the roof lightly, and the AK in his hand swayed around twice.

Boom!

Two guys who didn't get shot in the head were shot in the back of the head.

The remaining three were themselves shot in the head, and the gun was spared.

Only the guy who got shot in the leg was caught by him, and this is the leader who gave the order.

Dragging this guy onto the porch, Luke stepped on his twenty fingers one at a time to get the answer he wanted from this hard bone mouth.

He grabbed a Nokia phone out of this guy's pocket and flipped out the call log: "Which one? ”

The little leader says with a cry: “The first one, the first one. ”

Luke nodded, "Tell your boss the mission is complete. Take the body home now, understand? ”

The little leader nodded hard.

Not without nodding.

The monstrous man said that if he played tricks, he would be trampled all over his bones and dragged behind the car to find his boss until he found him.

Little leaders think it's better to be dragged to death immediately.

Luke watched, and the little leader finished the call, looking at him with a prayer: "Yes, will you let me go? ”

Luke nodded and stood up.

Boom!

“I let go of my chance to smash all your bones.” He shrugged his shoulders and threw away the AK in his hand, touching an M1911 and magazine from this little head collar.

The body of a bunch of gunmen was thrown directly into the sea before he picked up Vanessa.

Luke had nothing in the cabin, but Vanessa's phone and belongings could not be thrown away.

In a wretched cabin, Vanessa, drenched in wetness, took off her only T-shirt and quickly wiped her body with a large towel.

Luke got dressed not far away and asked, "Wait for me in a safe place? ”

Vanessa turned her back to him, threw away the towel in her hand, put on her shirt, and then a pair of light purple skinny pants before turning around and glancing at him: “I also want to see who tried to kill me. ”

Luke was all dressed up at the moment, and he laughed, "Actually, it could be for me. ”

Vanessa laughed, "I ordered this house, and it doesn't look like their grenade was just for you. ”

Luke thought about it, and he thought about it, and all he could do was warn: "Wait, you might meet an old friend. ”

Vanessa frowned: "Who? ”

Luke walked over, took out a pair of shorts from the closet, sat her down, and put his pants on her from under his long leg: "You hide beside me, just keep quiet. ”

Vanessa frowned tighter, but said nothing more.

A few minutes later, they boarded a gunman's car and left the cabin quietly.

Two people are sitting opposite each other in another beach house in Rio.

One of the little men was impatient: “How long will we wait? Christo. It's been half an hour. Your men said they'd been killed. Should we pay? ”

A man named Christo, with long curly hair and thick fuzz, white shirt and pants, and a pair of fine framed golden silk trim glasses, looked very much like Sven at first glance.

When he heard the little man, he shook the glass in his hand: "Guaradio, you know my habits. I never believed in anything without seeing the real thing. So you can't get even a cent from me until I see that man's body. ”

Guaradio frowned unhappily: "You don't want to regret it, do you? Christo. ”

The eyes under Christo's lens were shining cold: “I do what I say, it's just a million dollar knives, and I'm not in pain. But I don't like people lying to me. ”

Guaradio stood up violently: "You mean I lied to you? ”

Christo laughed, "Vanessa's been playing with you since you were a kid, hasn't she? You seem to be telling the world that she's the woman you like? How do you expect me to believe it must be her and some guy? ”

Guaradio had a gloomy face, sat down slowly, grabbed the glass on the table and poured a large mouthful.

All of a sudden he yelled: “The little beeper, I chased her for so many years, she hooked up with the little white face for a few days. If I hadn't found one of her hidden card numbers, I wouldn't have known it was the room she was paying for. I can't swallow that breath! ”

Chris has a slight complexion, but he's a little convinced.

Compared to any foreign whiteface, Guaradio's dignity is worrisome, saying that it drastically lowers the average level of human face.

Of course, he doesn't believe Guaradio's so-called dream lover's bullshit, he believes it's something he can't get, so simply destroy the vengeance.