Super Detective in the Fictional World

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

In an instant, Luke emptied the magazine, howling back the four or five shadows that were pouring at the front of the channel, shouting, “Concentrate firing directly ahead of the channel. ”

Meanwhile, the decorative spear he was carrying in his left hand shook up against a dark shadow that fell from the top of his head.

Boom! The spear pulled the shadow backwards and smashed it into the side wall.

It's a black monster, like a combination of lizards and dinosaurs.

Luke didn't look at the shadow much, his feet kept going, and he made a big stride forward, and his right hand's pistol blew.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

At the front of the corridor, the shadow of his head was again beaten to the ground, hiding behind the stone wall.

Meanwhile, he had pressed the release button, and the empty magazine slipped off while his pinkie finger gently picked on the magazine bag and one magazine flew out.

At this moment, his right pistol was retrieved violently. The empty magazine resisted the rotating magazine and pressed it against his chest. The magazine was pressed into the chest. The holster rubbed against the magazine bag in front of his chest and finished loading it. The gunpoint turned behind him.

Pfft!

The black monster who had just been pulled aside struggled to get up, and two bullets penetrated through his wide mouth.

It howled, its newly climbed body fell again, twisting and rolling on the ground, but the movement became weak.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Luke also rushed to the front end, firing continuously at two black monsters entangled with the players.

The black monster that was biting the two Expeditionaries was trembling and several strands of slurry burst into his body, but he was still reluctant to give up his prey and dragged the team to the dark entrance.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A black monster was beaten to bitterness, swallowed all over, and a slice of slurry splashed around.

Luke's face was indifferent, slightly twisted, his left hand spear turned round, smoked past, and instantly pulled it back into the portal.

The spear in his hand remained in his hand. After turning for half a turn, he came out of his hand, pounding through the spinning head of another black monster, taking it all off, nailing it into the stone wall beside him, and the body slightly twitched.

After all this, Luke plugged his pistol back in, grabbed the HK416 rifle next to Stafford, and threw his microflush and magazine at Stafford: "Organize them to back off. ”

In the talking room, his hand didn't forget to pull a rifle magazine out of Stafford's chest, turned hard, and the muzzle slanted to the top of the back lane, pulling the trigger.

Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!

Pfft!

Two black monsters who had just jumped out of a stonewall ditch were directly shot in the head by a triple shot.

The power of the HK416 is not a handgun's micro-pull ratio.

Less than twenty meters away, Luke's three companies * * shot right in their wide mouths, instantly destroying their brains with rifle rounds far beyond the power of a pistol bullet.

Seconds!

As Luke pulled the trigger, his body continued to turn and quickly turned back to the front.

Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!

Another two black monsters fell from the top of the aisle, roaring in his mouth, squeezing back a few times.

Luke's eyes squinted and his mouth shouted, “Their head case is too stiff to hit directly. ”

For angle reasons, the bullets he had just fired twice in a row did not penetrate directly into the black monster's brain, but just blew his mouth off, allowing them to jump off alive.

This vitality and resistance is horrible!

Luke also changed his position and held a gun in his right hand, firing constantly.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Two black monsters had just turned their heads out of the aisle and immediately shook their heads and hid back.

I can't help it. The bullets hurt my brain!

Just what Luke perceived, a strange shadow in the entrance, more than twenty black monsters moving on both sides of the entrance, looking for every opportunity to rush in.

“Segment fire, seal the passage.” He shouted, his left hand pulling out the knife on his leg, cutting off the tape on his tactical vest and pulling it off and throwing it away.

Then he turned the knife in his hand, flattened it, swept over his right arm, and took a large piece of flesh from his upper arm.

The flesh exhibited a charred black colour, and the moment it landed in the air it had melted into a thick stream of liquid.

Luke endured severe pain, the primary self-activation, while the system points were reduced by 20,000, and the newly acquired primary limb regeneration capabilities were learned.

Blood originally gushing from the right arm stopped instantly and the sensation of severe itching began.

He stopped looking at the wounds and said to Stafford, "The slurry on them is very corrosive, don't get contaminated. ”

As he spoke, the HK416 in his hand fired continuously, blowing up two monsters while he was talking and rushing into the corridor again.

Stafford looked terribly ugly.

In fact, without Luke's reminder, he noticed.

When Luke killed two black monsters who rushed into the expedition to capture people, they spilled a lot of slurry before they died.

Four people, including those caught by them, have died screaming.

These slurries corrode a pair of players' bodies as soon as they are visible to the naked eye and have a terrible effect.

Luke was sputtered with a few points of slurry just seconds after he killed the two black monsters behind him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and most of the monster slurry was dodged by him, only sporadically.

He was superior to normal human physique, combined with his primary self-healing abilities, and was also resisting slurry corrosion so that he didn't burn through his body like those explorers.

And that's why he didn't hesitate to cut off the right arm of the flesh that was stained with slurry.

I just don't know what these black monsters have to do with those three masked creatures.

His heart swirled and his rifle kept firing, knocking down four black monsters in a row from the entrance.

But none of these monsters died instantly, and two of them struggled to return.

Not that he misfired this time, but that monster had a really strong bullet-proof effect on his head, and he couldn't even shoot through a rifle.

“Magazine.” He simply shouted.

Next door Stafford immediately handed over all his magazines in an intelligent manner.

He has found Luke's shooting to be extremely precise.

The threat to the black monster posed by the only four remaining security guards is not as good as Luke's gun alone.

While passing the magazine, he was also directing the non-combatant team to retreat, while allowing security to control the frequency of shooting and aim to strike again.

They didn't come down with much ammunition, after all, it was just an adventure.

Stafford is no fool either.

Once we run out of ammunition, Luke and they have to fight directly against the black monster.

But the teammates killed by the monster, and the teammates corroded by the monster's slurry, both show that it is best not to happen.

Finally, all the expeditionists retreated back to the back entrance, and Luke's pressure dropped dramatically.

Now the black monster can only attack around the other end of the corridor, and if he wants to punch through the front corridor, he will knock him down.