Super Detective in the Fictional World

The policeman said, waving his hand to the colleague to remove the nail tape from the exit.

Luke nodded with a smile: "Thank you. ”

Police: “No, Lu... Detective, this is what we should do. ”

Willand looked at the scene in silence and found it strange: this kind of cop and detective is not really a superior relationship, why would he be so polite to Luke, or even... respectful?

Willand didn't know that the policeman was at the security gate in the lobby.

Saw Luke's fighting power with his own eyes and saved him and many others by taking two packets of X-bombs with him.

This policeman certainly has a different attitude.

However, when it comes to blank strikes, confidential notices have been sent out quickly inside the police station, his name is not Luke, and it is possible to avoid causing trouble to Luke.

The car drove slowly, and finally Luke showed them his police badge and sent them out of the police perimeter.

He waved to the two old men on the side of the road and said, "Gentlemen, I have a mission to take you here. Goodbye. ”

Aoki bowed: “Thank you very much, Detective Luke. ”

Willand's body didn't move much, just a heads-up.

Luke nodded with a smile and turned back into the park.

When the car started, Willand watched Luke put on his mask again and returned to the lockdown line, and that dissatisfaction dissipated.

It proves that Luke didn't wear a mask because of the smell on him.

Willand just said, “Who is he? Is that how you brought us out? ”

He had just contacted a number of people, but was told that he wanted to go out and take statements from the police.

Willand, of course, knew that his company had been implicated in the attack and could not have left easily in his name.

Aoki's serious face smiled and revealed the colour of his memories: “He is a little detective. Although rumors have it that he has a big boss from the LAPD, as far as I can tell, it's unlikely. ”

Willand was also a little curious: "Then why would he let the police go?” And brush your face and let go of this operation.

Aoki was silent for a moment, but there was no direct outburst of Luke's past.

Luke's profession, dealing with the bandits, is too dangerous.

He simply said: "He is definitely a professional and best at dealing with such violence. ”

Willand: “Is he SWAT? ”

Aoki shook his head with a smile: "No. But I can assure you that he is definitely one of the most professional and efficient police officers in all of Los Angeles, including SWAT. Well, even the FBI and DEA. ”

At the very least, Aoki himself had never heard of agents in these departments who picked fifty unharmed.

Willand looked at him with surprise: "So good? ”

Old man Aoki is sure to nod his head.

He's not a Wayfarer like Willand, he knows Luke a lot better.

What just happened at the Stark Park Building, he also learned a little bit about it through his own channels.

Without thinking about it, he guessed what role Luke played in it.

The cop in the underground parking lot had the same expression as the SWAT team leader who robbed the Fortune House in Junior High.

However, whether Willand was associated with the attack or not, Aoki would not reveal much about Luke to him until the official conclusions had been reached.

Stark Park here has become a haunting market.

Police and Stark Group security sealed off the campus and began a group of tourists, all of whom had to be identified before they could be released.

Those two bags of X-bombs were placed in the right place to send thousands of people to heaven, and it was important to figure out whether the gang still had accomplices lurking in the park.

Luke sent Aoki and Willand back out of the bathroom.

The two trash cans where the bandits took out the guns were still there.

He made a phone call and frowned.

He was busy fighting and dealing with the X-bombs, and he didn't go into these two trash cans.

But now that the dust is settled, he doesn't have to think about it to know that the most serious problem is in these two trash cans.

Without the weapons and X-bombs in these two bins, the bandits could not pose a threat to the building itself or to the tourists.

Karate killings and shooting are both efficient, not to mention the fact that more than 20 security and police officers in the lobby still carry guns.

So here's the question: Why can you smell a memory smell on this trash can?

Luke remembered the smell, proving that he wasn't some kind of pointless passersby, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed.

But when I can't remember, it means he's unfamiliar, maybe just “backed up” at some point.

This time will not be recent because of his recent spiritual surge and clear memory.

At this moment, Luke first gave himself an impression, but excluded people with ordinary status and abilities.

It is no ordinary man who can get this X-bomb of firearms into the Stark Park building.

Soon I found someone from a few months of memories and coincided the smell of that person with the smell on the trash can.

That guy? Luke frowned.

This is to say, Luke, Tony Stark, and this guy, again at the same time, in the same place.

However, the last time this redskinned guy was hit like a ball in a super horrible long leg at the Grand Opera Hotel in Las Vegas.

How dare he come to Los Angeles this time against Tony Stark?

Luke's a little confused.

Looking for vengeance should be for that big leg, too, right?

Just thinking about it, Luke had a taste for it: who dares to get into that big leg trouble, I'm afraid it's too long for him.

Luke is much stronger today than he was on a trip to Las Vegas, but he's still not sure about that big leg.

So Luke spent half an hour alone in this tunnel.

No one else came in, and no one in the building could get in or out. They were all invited out, and the police were no exception.

With the exception of Luke, all other policemen are stationed around the building and in key locations.

While Luke was certain that the bandits had only gotten those two large bags of X-bombs from the trash can, who could guarantee that the building had not been smuggled into other dangerous items?

All of a sudden, his ears rang with a slight, slow step.

There were two of them, one of whom was familiar with the sound of his footsteps.

Looking sideways, Luke stood tall against the wall, smiling and greeting, “Hello, Captain Wells. And this one...”

His gaze fell on the face of the man, while neither of them moved.

Someone smiled, looked at Luke, and offered a hand: "Hello, Luke. You can call me Phil. ”

Luke shook Phil's hand and nodded: “I already told Captain Wells that the guy who couldn't even hit the pistol was over there.” His fingers are up.

Phil and Wells looked over and saw a body lying still on the ground.