Super Detective in the Fictional World

The little bastard's mouth was wide and he didn't have time to scream. The brunette twisted her arm and a fierce shoulder drop knocked him on the floor, making a bang and a muffled sound.

The little bastard held his breath on the spot and the scream never got a chance to call the exit.

Then there was a fist-skinned collision, all kinds of table and chair benches, wine cup debris flying around, and then the screams of the little gangsters.

But the most soulful thing is the street-calling sound of a brunette's mouth bursting like a bean.

With Luke's calm, he can hear his face stiff.

Watching the mix-up on the field, he put his head around Vanessa's ear: "She looks a lot more combative than you. ”

Vanessa threw another big white eye at him and the electricity tickled his heart.

The brunette is good, but not a regular professional, but a typical city well beater.

Pulled hair, grabbed ears, stubborn fingers, slapped ears, kicked crotch, beat a bunch of punk-ass crying dads screaming for their mothers.

But in this unfair fight, she was also beaten red in the eye and swollen in the corner of her mouth.

Luke smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it. “Really? ”

He actually looked at the brunette quite smoothly, tough enough, tough enough, just... she had a bit of a lot of talk.

What kicked your beep is only good for eating my Shang, you maggots and other cursing words in the shithole come out of the water, aiding the fist and foot, causing tons of heartbeat to the gangster group across the street.

Unfortunately, she turned out to be a woman and faced seven or eight men. After hitting three, she was knocked down by the remaining four gangsters, surrounded by a punch and kick.

DryMartine (Dry Martini) in the hand of the black head on the side finally slipped, and when the glass broke into pieces, he stood up and took a few giant steps.

Boom! Pfft!

After a couple of ringing noises, some of the four gangsters who beat up the brunette were in spot coma.

Some screamed loudly and hugged their Z-shaped ankles, some kneeling on their stomachs and vomiting, and one unlucky bastard was kicked over by a black-head, and his bigfoot went up to his face, and he stepped on it.

At the same time, the black-head smiled with a gentle smile, reaching out to the brunette who climbed up from the ground: "Can you recognize her? I think I'm in love with you. ”

“Pfft!” Luke sprayed a bite of juice on the floor.

He thought Blackhead would ask, "Are you all right” or something. Who knows?

Critically, once the brunette had been beaten, the beard had spread and several pieces had swollen on her face. Her clothes were also stained with drinking dust and debris, similar at first glance to a beggar's wife.

That's what they say, blackhead? Shouldn't you have taken him to the hospital first?

As a result, the black-haired woman wobbled and climbed up, spitting a bloody spit on her side, looking at the black-head without hesitation: “How old are you? I've lost my hair and I want to learn how to tweeze young people!” She walked out limping.

Blackhead stunned for a moment, suddenly haha laughed and bent over.

Vanessa saw what was happening over there, stood still and smiled softly.

When the black-haired woman pushed out the door, the black-head stopped laughing and quickly stood up straight to follow her out.

Luke was far from blessed: "Come on, I like you. ”

Blackhead didn't turn back, gave him a second hand and disappeared at the door.

Luke smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it, smash it. ”

Vanessa was obnoxious, softly humming.

At this point, another group of people rushed out of the side passage, passing right by her.

Seeing Vanessa sitting next to the bar, a group of people paced and turned their heads: "Beauty, let's have a drink.” A few people came up.

Luke smells the booze on these people, and he knows they're out of their minds.

Turning his white eyes, he hugged Vanessa beside him: "Mine. You can go now. ”

A couple of drunkards couldn't care less about his words. A stuck, erotic smile approached him and several hands reached over and touched Vanessa.

Luke grabbed a bottle opener on the bar with his empty right hand, then raised and stabbed it.

Within a second, he repeated this step four times, kneeling at his feet and screaming with his hands in his arms.

“Are you sober? Get out when you wake up.” He spoke impatiently and threw away the corkscrew with the flesh of silk in his hand.

“Fuck you!” An unreached alcoholic seemed a little sober, lifting his hand and touching it between his waists.

Luke reclined his body on the bar and looked at the guy quietly.

The drunk pulled his hand out of the back of his waist, but it was a pistol.

In Luke's eyes, this guy moves like an old cow.

His mouth provoked, gently lifted his right leg on the ground, and his toe kicked the man's gun in his hand, causing the bastard to loosen his hand, and the gun flew up in the air, hitting and falling in front of Luke.

Raise your hand to catch the dropped pistol, and Luke pulled the trigger downward.

Boom!

The man fell on his knees screaming and a hole appeared in his calf.

Luke nodded: “Still loaded, that's your own bad luck. ”

With this shot, the other three gangsters also touched the waist.

Luke stopped talking this time, bang two shots, and the remaining three immediately stepped on the back dust of the previous drunk, with holes in his calf and screaming on their knees.

He just walked up, ripped off their pistol, and grabbed a car key on the first unlucky guy to pull the gun.

“Come on, these people should have partners.” He said as he picked up Vanessa and walked out of the bar.

By the time they left, the two broken cars were gone.

Luke wasn't surprised. Anyone here dares to touch a cell phone, someone comes right after him and stands ready to take it away. Naturally, the car won't be an exception.

Luke grabbed the car key in his hand and walked straight to a Toyota pickup truck, plugged it in and opened the door.

Vanessa wasn't surprised, but that's the Toyota car in front of the bar.

The two of them got in the car and Luke asked, "To the airport? ”

Vanessa thought about it and shook her head: "Go around town, the flight is two hours away. ”

Luke nodded and drove slowly forward.

Without purpose, without direction, they wandered around the city so casually.

During the night, San Pedro Sula became more chaotic.

Sporadic gunshots and screams indicate that it will never end the evening in peace.

The two people in the car were silent.

Separately.

Though there's nothing sad about it, it's kind of hard to think about the last 10 days of leisure vacation for both of us.

The car's engine sounded small and loud from behind, and the two sedans flew close, squeaking in front of the Toyota pickup truck.