Super Detective in the Fictional World

This black briefcase, unlike the last homemade product made with everyday goods, is a premium product made from professional materials that ensures that the burning area, temperature and duration are beyond imagination.

Set the countdown to ten seconds on the LCD screen, Luke throws this "super crematorium" right in the middle of the cave and pulls his legs and runs.

Not only did he hide from the impending fires of hell, but several ovoid objects in the cave close to his side slowly opened the opening.

Without even looking, Luke knew the eggs were kind of weird, long-tailed bugs, and he didn't want this disgusting thing to pounce on his face.

When he ran out of the hole, he turned around and ran back.

It was delayed for a while and the time to change the relics was approaching.

Ten seconds later, a loud bang echoed in the monster's lair, accompanied by a loud bang, spraying out numerous burning semi-sucky objects, all over the lair.

They stick to eggs, walls, ceilings, and burn wildly.

Those egg-shaped objects burst open, and the long-tailed monster just drilled out of them, suddenly smeared with burning semi sticky objects, and immediately ran wild.

But they were surrounded by this kind of burning semi viscous material, and they couldn't get far, so they were burned up, curled up, and turned into a coke, and they didn't move.

The changes in the ruins also began again, and the huge caves that plunged into the flames sank in the roaring voices.

Somewhere at the bottom of the ruins, a large group of black monsters seemed to notice something if they turned their heads consciously.

But not far away, a huge howl sounded, and they immediately turned back and looked at the huge thing ahead.

The giant man lays on a giant bladder with his head, neck, torso, limbs, and tail tied to steel brackets and chains, almost impossible to move.

Its overall shape is the same as that of a black monster, but its head is not a simple, smooth spindle, its rear is bigger, and it looks more like a crown than a antler-shaped corner.

The giant monster was screaming painfully, his mouth had been ripped open in various parts of his body, and a large strand of yellow-green slurry was gushing out of the wound, rapidly corrosing the iron shackles on his body.

In less than a few minutes, the iron shackles that bind it break for the most part, it struggles, and the iron shackles and a section of the chain break down.

The sky howled, and it stood up from the giant bladder, detached from the body and the bladder, and a large slice of sticky, cloudy liquid burst out of the broken bladder.

The giant monster howled and took a step and the ground shook.

And then it took the second step, the third step, which was to stabilize a little bit of a twitch.

The giant monster howled again as if he was excited to finally escape from his cage.

Luke, who had just returned to his place and the crowd, took a conscious look at the passage.

Inside the other room of the relic, the four-eye mask and the doghead mask also threw away the black monster limb in their hands, looking in the direction of the roar.

They looked at each other and put the mask back on.

Unlike just now, their helmets had two extra symbols on their otherwise smooth forehead sections, like two paddle blades.

Then, four eyes and a dog's head shouted in the air at the same time, seemingly responding to the giant monster's howl and rushing under his feet towards the bottom of the relic.

Luke left again after the terrain changed.

This terrain change had little effect on the defensive location where the expedition was located, and he could go down again to clear the Black Monster.

Swirling around in the ruins of the maze, he ran a few hundred meters out of his feet.

There was a roar coming from the front passage.

He looked strange and moved his lower gaze at the portal, probing his head towards the inside.

Once again, a huge space has emerged, with seven or eight metres high and fifty or sixty metres long square spaces gradually recessed, forming a stadium-like viewing deck.

The surroundings are not flat spectator seats, with sculptures and thick square stone columns arranged neatly.

Now, of course, these things are all falling apart.

On the ground, the two sides are joining forces.

Black monsters on one side, and masked creatures with four eyes and a dog head on the other.

But the two sides split into two separate tranches.

Four-eyes are being chased by a giant black monster, completely losing the formidable posture of the past, which looks like a wolf.

This giant black monster has terrible power and has a spear in his four eyes, and can only occasionally resist its attacks.

More often than not, four eyes can only use statues and stone columns in the venue to obstruct each other's attacks.

The dog's head fought dozens of ordinary black monsters, and the six-paw fantastic dart in one hand flew out from time to time, cutting open the body of a black monster or pinching it in the hand and cutting off the head of a roadblocking monster.

The double-headed spear in the other hand spins and keeps killing the black monster that intercepts it.

Luke, shut up. I don't think the two of you will last long.

Who am I supposed to help? The problem came to Luke's mind.

A moment later, he made a decision - nobody helped.

The black monster killed dozens of expeditionists, but the masked creature also killed several.

For the expedition, both sides are enemies.

They like to beat each other up, so beat each other up.

Shortly after Luke showed his head, he glanced at this side and saw him reclining on the corner stone wall, holding his chest with his hands and watching the show.

They also seem to feel Luke standing idly by and immediately shifting his attention back to the fight.

Unfortunately, Luke's idea of watching the show broke too fast.

Being Luke, a strong gourd eater, suddenly sighed: “I hate this brainless monster. ”

The HK416 in his hand suddenly lifted and his body took a few steps back.

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

Two black monsters running back and forth into the entrance screamed and struggled.

Luke's bullets are like they were negotiated.

As soon as their heads were drilled through the portal, the bullets synchronized and hit their brains.

Rifle rounds do not punch directly through their brains, but they are not difficult to hit.

Two black monsters struggled to fall on their backs.

Luke stood still, bowed slightly, raised his hands and pulled the trigger again in a standard firing position.

Boom, boom, boom!

Two slurries also erupted in the mouth of a struggling black monster, and his body twitched and rolled down the boulder ladder.

Both sides in the fierce war noted the movement on this side.

But the eyes and the head of the dog couldn't help themselves and continued to be exhausted, and the guns weren't fired at them anyway.

Only the black monsters, too rich, split up seven or eight, rushed over, and they were about to drop him in seconds.

Luke smiled ridiculously at the corner of his mouth: "There's no Guan Party here, they can't protect you. ”