Super Detective in the Fictional World

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

In the gunfire of the bandits, the corners of the walls were puffed with bullets.

Luke had long since retracted the corner and adjusted the lower state.

Six rounds a second, shooting six dispersed targets in a row.

But it's not that hard.

With a spirit of 25, he has been able to quickly switch multiple goals in this short period of time, that is, he is not absolutely sure of accuracy.

There was also a bit of luck in all six rounds.

“Mustafa is dead...”

“Aziz is dead...”

“Barry is dead...”

“Hardy is dead too...”

“The guy in the back is a marksman...”

Luke face with a sneer.

These guys just walked into the lobby and opened fire.

While their main target was security and police at the security checkpoints, they also defeated more than 10 ordinary people.

This behavior is not within Luke's grasp.

“Grenade!” Selena suddenly reminded me.

Luke's half-head burst out of nowhere, instantly locking a bandit in the right eye, and fine-tuning the angle at the gunpoint in front of him.

Pfft!

A bandit had just pulled out a needle, raised his hand and tried to throw a grenade at Luke's side of the aisle.

Luke's lightning-like two shots have arrived, right in the front door.

The hand grenade in the hands of the bandit slipped onto his body as it fell on his back.

The surrounding bandits were gutted and rushed into hiding.

A bald-headed man close to two metres tall nearby stepped forward, picking the body of the bandit upside down and pressing a grenade under it.

Boom!

A dull noise caused the body of the bandit to explode dozens of centimeters high and fall again.

Masterful!

Luke and Selena both noticed this bald guy.

It reacted quickly and correctly, and more importantly, it was bold.

Pfft!

Luke raised his hand just two shots.

Then go to hell!

The big man grinned and lifted his hand, blocking it from his eyes.

Bells!

Luke could even see the nine-millimeter Parabemuru warhead burst into pieces on the arm of the Han.

This guy's got a bulletproof plate on his arm?

Luke had this idea in his head, and there was no hesitation at the gunpoint in his hand.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The big man leaned over and touched his arms to create a classic American football bump.

The next moment, his figure accelerated wildly, coming straight at Luke.

Luke moved, banged, and shot Glock's last bullet out.

Meanwhile, his body quickly retracted into the passage.

In the aftermath of his sight, he could see that the last bullet hit the top of the man's head, which was buried low, but was similarly fragmented.

Luke's spirit was vibrating and his heart was excited.

He could see clearly that the big man's head was naked and without a bulletproof plate.

So, it's a superhuman!

Boom! Boom!

The sound burst into a series of footsteps in an instant, accompanied by this huge movement, the bald-headed man with the bow and waist rushed into the channel, slightly turned and continued to hit Luke.

The man lifted his eyes in front of him and looked at the target, but saw Luke standing 10 meters away, his right hand shoved Glock back into the holster.

Luke's movements were not impatient and made this man feel strange.

But when he hit it, it was hard to stop and almost hit Luke at a familiar pace.

Just as he rushed into the tunnel, Luke's Glock just slipped back into the holster.

In the second step, Luke's left hand penetrated the right armpit.

In the third step, Luke's left hand was thrown and a long revolver was thrown out.

The corner of Kui Wu's eyes twitched, his swinging hands lifted up in front of his head, and the momentum slightly slowed.

Smith Wieson M500!

This thing used to hit elephants and rhinos! How could he not know?

But is it necessary for a little detective to carry such fancy and impractical firearms on his body?

Boom!

His mind flashed, and a bullet hit the arm in front of him, bouncing out.

He felt pain, but he felt relaxed.

This is not a special warhead, this level of assault, his hands are perfectly capable.

After all, the M500 is the most famous, besides its power, isn't it?

Boom!

The second bullet followed, hitting his arm again and being bounced off, but the huge impact reduced the big man's impulse.

Boom!

The third bullet hit the arm again, and the big man's body also leaned forward from a large scale to a near-upright position.

Boom!

The fourth bullet finally loosened the big man's arm for a moment.

Boom!

The fifth bullet went through this tiny gap and hit the big man just showing a little bit of his neck, hitting him slightly backwards in the head, but the bullet was still bounced off after hitting the neck.

But the big man laughed in his heart: you only have five bullets, now wait for you to die!

Boom!

The sixth bullet struck the mandible slightly raised by the big man without stopping, and his upper body began to lean backwards, revealing a little white marks.

Boom!

The seventh bullet followed, turning the white mark of the impact point into a circle, and the big man's body leaned further back.

In his gaze, Luke stepped forward not slowly and stepped down.

Boom!

The eighth bullet hit the same spot for the third time, leaving the skin there dimly reddened.

The whole head of the big man was chaotic, and the whole man finally fell back.

The great impact of point 50 was applied directly to his most fragile mandible three times in a row, even if he was steel.

Once again, Luke took a step forward, moving the muzzle from flat to slightly lower pressure.

Boom!

The ninth bullet struck again at the maxillary red dot, revealing a hidden blood colour.

The big man's head is hairy and has completely lost its ability to react.

Luke, go further.

Boom!

When the tenth bullet was fired, he and Han were less than two metres away.

Pfft!

A bullet burst into the meat dull noise, the big man was stiff, his eyes widened, his jaw finally appeared a bullet hole, and he could almost see the warhead stuck in his muscles.

Luke stands still and pulls the trigger.

Boom!

The eleventh bullet struck it along the wound of the tenth bullet, pushing it together into the head of the big man.

Pfft!

In a slightly dull burst, the big man's eyeballs stared and his body slammed to the ground.

A few seconds later, his seven tricks began to seep through the wires of blood, laying on the ground without a breath.

Luke starts at the corner of his mouth: “Who says I can only play five rounds on my revolver! ”

He had a beautiful string of flowers in his hand, the M686 revolver in his armpit slip quietly disappeared, and the M500 slipped back into the armpit holster that had just been emptied.

He just pulled Glock out again, put him back in the magazine, and took the time to ask, "Selena, what's going on with you? ”

Selena yelled, “If you don't hurry up, I'm gonna let the gold bite. ”