Super Detective in the Fictional World

Watching the gang members fight, the guests in the store don't have to rush, feel very comfortable, all quietly hiding in various corners.

Kincaid looked at these people and said, "Looking for you? ”

Luke: “Why not you? ”

Kincaid shrugged: “I don't think I'm messing with anybody here. ”

Luke snorted at it and raised his hand and drew two circles on his face: "Don't forget, you stepped on his face as a tomato pizza, didn't you? ”

Kincaid nodded helplessly: "Okay, but you broke through the legs of three bad guys, and then you and your girlfriend killed six of them in search of revenge, which is too much for me, right? ”

Luke: “But that doesn't prove these people came after me, does it? ”

“That's him, the white boy! He killed Fereno and them.” One of those people across the street screamed.

A bunch of people pointed their guns at Luke.

Kincaid burst out laughing and his body moved to the side: “Looks like it's your thing. ”

What Luke can say can only be an international gesture against Kincaid.

“The black-head was one of them, and just now he stepped on Sam's face.” Or did that guy just call it out again?

Immediately, half the gunpoint was split and aimed at Kincaid.

Luke Gual: “Looks like it's your business, too. Half a person? ”

Kincaid: "Well, finish early, I'm going to talk to my wife. ”

“It's your future” wife. ”Luke insists.

The two mocked each other, and a bunch of bandits at the door were already impatient: "Kill them. ”

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

In the moment before the bandits fired, Luke rolled over, hiding in the coffee table next to him, bent over and smoked into a corner, giving the other side a thumb: "Come on, Kincaid, I see you. ”

“Haha, think beautifully! Half a man!” Kincaid acted almost simultaneously with Luke, a man who slipped behind the bar and whispered in disdain.

Luke shrugged: “Okay, deal. ”

The flying bullet blew the liquor cabinet and bar apart, and all sorts of liquids and things flew.

Meanwhile, the corner of Luke's wall was soaked and the skin splashed.

As the two moved, the bandits approached subconsciously.

The guns in their hands were still firing wildly and were deafening throughout the space for a while.

Luke had already stuffed two earpieces into his ear, and electronically picked up earpieces blocked excessive noise.

But all the bandits were shooting, frowning and a little earache.

He looked over the bar and said something in his heart.

Kim Cade is a cunning old traitor.

Jumping behind the bar, he slipped through the small door behind the bar and is now watching the play away from the corner of the bar.

Luke raised one hand behind the corner of the wall and gave him two gestures, meaning, "Three, two, one, shoot together. ”

Kincaid made an OK gesture.

With Luke's penultimate gesture, the bandit's gunfire suddenly faded.

These guys are super amateurs, they can't even guarantee continuity of fire, and half of the dozen people have emptied their front and rear legs while in the space of the magazine change.

Luke's penultimate gesture also happened.

Luke and Kincaid detected the gunshot almost simultaneously.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Kincaid and Luke stood in position, forming a crossfire, and the bandits at the crossroads instantly plunged half of the street.

Luke was too lazy to aim.

He didn't have to show too much precision in front of Kincaid because he didn't need it at all.

The idiot bandits thought they were crowded, ranging from entering the door to firing, to shooting light bullets approaching, but they didn't break apart.

In this tiny space, more than a dozen people are simply huge, live targets.

Kincaid and Luke instantly emptied the magazines of their pistols, and only three of the more than a dozen bandits were lucky not to have been shot and were scared shitless to hide beside them.

Kincaid over there switched magazines and made a "you go on” gesture against Luke.

Luke shrugged his shoulder and the magazine moved half a second faster than the blackhead, popping up again.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Two hidden bandits fell screaming, one was shot in the soles of his feet and one was shot in the arm.

Bang, bang!

Two casual shots were made up in the chest of both men, and Luke changed the magazine again.

Goldcade over there clapped silently for a few moments.

Luke raised his hand against a "you please” gesture.

Kim Cade laughed and didn't turn his head, just sticking his wrist out of his mouth.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The last bandit was shot twice in the upper part of the body and could not land.

Luke also slapped his hands silently.

The three Kincaid shots were not random, but looked at a mirrored reflection at the bar, some targeting.

That's not what regular shooters can do.

At this point, Luke switched magazines again and stepped out.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang! Pfft!

The bandit, who was still screaming on the ground, was shot in the chest.

Then he returned two shots to his head without going back.

Pfft!

The last two bullets were not wasted, and the bartender with a rifle next to the bar tried to sneak a bullet in his thigh, and when he lowered his head and screamed, he was shot in the head again.

These bandits came prepared, of course, for the bartender's tip-off.

Luke also knows that this bar is the territory of this group, and the bartender is of course one of them.

No, he's not back yet.

Pfft!

Kincaid walked out the side and raised his hand to Luke... behind him was a bullet.

A guy hiding in the crowd, sneaking a gun at Luke, blew his head off.

"'You owe me a life,' said Kincaid. ”

Luke whispered and suddenly smashed out the M1911 with no bullets in his hand.

The barrel was spinning, knocking on the other side of the front door of a gunman who was aiming at Kincaid.

He shrugged: “It's even. ”

The latter two are also with the bandits, just the dark ones sitting in the Guests and not making their first appearance.

Now these two guys who want to sneak up on black guns are walking down the street, hiding in the corners of their guests and no one comes up with guns anymore.

Luke walked over, picked his toes, picked up the pistol in the hands of a bandit and took it, and stepped back to the bar.

Kincaid was flipping around in the bar at the moment, and a moment later he screamed and took out a bottle of wine.

Luke looked at the logo and was completely unimpressed: "Is this wine good? ”

"Normal, but at least authentic," said Kincaid. The tequila that the bartender gave me was absolutely fake, and it sucked. Make it up to me now, and I'll give it to Sonia later. ”

Luke picked up his own juice can on the bar and swept through so many guns, it was not easy for this juice to be safe.

He took a sip and asked, "Sonia? Your future wife? ”