Super Detective in the Fictional World

These signs also mean that there are potentially unknown dangers in underground ruins,

And there's probably more than one.

“Your weapon is ready to load, Stafford. Stay alert.” Luke cautioned very quietly that he had only pulled out his pistol.

Flexible, small and more convenient to dispose of, the pistol is better suited to responding to potential emergencies.

Stafford took the original diagonal HK416 in his hand, which compares to an OK gesture.

Willand didn't say anything, which is no objection.

Luke and the three of us only moved on.

Another few minutes of walking in a dark corridor, not far away, suddenly a dense gunshot sounded.

“Should be one of ours.” Stafford gave a quick, whispering reminder.

He was the head of security, and he handled all the weapons on the team, and when he heard the gunshots, he knew which weapons were firing.

Luke didn't say anything, just gave him two tactical signs to keep him vigilant.

In silence, Luke touched his chest and a small mirror went out through the aisle.

Outside is a large tunnel about seven or eight meters high, six or seven meters wide, with rows of statues on either side of the tunnel.

While more than a dozen expeditionists were holding up their guns and firing indiscriminately at the statue above the slope, a member of the team on the sidewall had lost his head.

The team did not fall down and a strange metal spear passed through his chest, nailing him firmly to the stone wall.

Luke squinted his eyes and instead of looking at the players, he pointed the little mirror at a dark corner of the main passage.

But he immediately turned the mirror to another place and saw nothing but an old statue.

With his mouth up, Luke quickly lowered Willand on his back and gestured at Stafford Bee behind him.

Stafford looked at his gesture and suddenly nervous.

He pressed Willand forward and patted him gently on the shoulder, slowly pushing back, taking his boss away from the portal, and then watching Luke slip out of the portal and into the statue on the side.

Next moment, Stafford had a twitch in the corner of his eye.

Because at his angle, a large metal spear in Luke's hidden statue began to move and was slowly pulled into the darkness.

Whoo!

In the dull sound of the wind, the metal spear, which was originally the ornament, turned into a dark shadow, instantly swept over more than ten meters of space and shot into the dark corner above the main passage.

Meanwhile, the gun in Luke's hand fired.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The position of the bullet was quite different from the corner where the decorative spear was fired, on the other side of the tunnel.

In a few splashes of Mars, a tiny blue flash of electricity flashed, and a gleaming figure appeared next to a statue above the passage.

This figurine takes on a human figure as a whole, but it's about two meters and a half tall, which doesn't look like a human being.

The expeditionaries in the corridor discovered the shadow. Before they could move the gun, they heard a strange and terrible howl, which had to be stopped.

Only the two Willanders who had been following Operation Luke noticed that the strange hissing was where Luke threw the spear in the corner.

So, in addition to that monstrous figure, there's one enemy hiding in the other corner?

Willand had a cold in their hearts.

It wasn't Luke, they didn't even know where the two enemies were.

In other words, the two of them go in on their own, just like the rest of the expedition, stuck in the same predicament where they can't spot the enemy.

Luke suddenly said, "Stafford, the man who greeted you retreated. ”

Stafford hastily said, "Everyone retreat, this is our new teammate. ”

A group of panicked teammates suddenly heard Stafford, the supervisor, as if catching a life-saving straw and hurrying to do as they were told.

As the blue light flashed, the figurine did not stop the crew from moving, but turned to Luke's location.

Luke's figure slowly came out of the dark, his hands triangled, his gun in front of his eyes, and pointed at it.

At first glance, the Expeditionary identified Luke, who was equipped with the Willand logo in the same style as the Expeditionary.

But they just swept through Luke with their gaze, and they didn't dare to stop.

The attack that they have just suffered has left them so busy that they could almost collapse.

Stafford's voice continued to command: "Don't panic. Steady the formation and pull back. ”

The security personnel in these teams were also well trained and, even in the event of panic, maintained some basic defensive formations before being easily killed.

Now, with Stafford in command, everyone had a heart bone, and quickly retreated into Luke's exit portal.

“Take them and evacuate slowly, and I'll take care of this guy and come to you. Watch out for dark corners and overhead, there's more than one monster here.” Luke didn't say anything back.

Stafford hesitated and looked at Willand.

Willand, after all, was a long-suffering big man, just a little thought, nodded slightly and endorsed the offer.

The ability and character Luke showed, not the kind of young man with no brain impulse.

The circumstances that saved this group of players just momentarily became apparent, and he chose to believe Luke.

He now remembers that Luke was judged by Aoki, an extremely steady and discreet old fox, as "a professional best at dealing with violent incidents”.

Over there, more than a dozen surviving expeditions, led by Stafford, carefully retreated as they came.

And in the corridor, Luke and that crusty figure stood still.

Closer at this point, coupled with the luminous stick that was thrown away by the expeditionary, he saw the general appearance of the figure.

Just saw him wear a bizarre helmet with a slippery forehead.

The helmet has three neat, symmetrical rows of recesses on both cheeks that look a little like a cat's face.

There are also two rows of intubations on the side of the helmet, possibly providing breathing gas, with dozens of things like dirty braids behind the sides, like hair.

Of course, Luke knew it wasn't hair. It didn't smell right.

Its upper body has a half-body armor, armor on its lower arm, and armor on its lower leg, all flashing with a dark metallic glow.

And the details of this armor everywhere have a distinct technical style, indicating that it is not purely protective ancient armor.

With Luke's vision and Stark's technical capabilities, he can also speculate that several locations should be the interfaces left to other external equipment.

So this guy's not some beast, he's a technologically civilized unknown creature.

And Luke looked at it for a moment, and this cat face mask suddenly jumped off the top.

Luke didn't shoot it.

The other guy didn't just jump at him, he just jumped off the ground.