Super Detective in the Fictional World

The number of Latin boys in this nest exceeds fifty, and there are a number of underserved women among them, a situation that is not suitable for Luke's collective disappearance.

In a hurry, he didn't do the cleaning, went straight to the subject and grabbed the big boss and asked.

After questioning the big boss, there was a loud noise coming from far away.

Luke walked up to the window, looked at the position, but he didn't remember.

He dragged the big man over and pressed him against the window: "Say, what is that place? ”

The big boss just glanced and hurried: “It's an abandoned factory, Garcia's site, and it's said to be a processing site. ”

Luke nodded: “Thank you.” Hold his head with both hands and turn gently.

Not far away, black-hearted lawyers wrapped around their mouths with sealing tape were frightened.

His back suddenly turned 180 degrees to his big head, staring him straight in the eye with a dead fish, shivering the black lawyer, his mouth blocked by sealing tape only whimpered.

A moment later, Lawyer Blackheart disappeared into the world.

It would be too much trouble to have all the people in this stronghold disappear, and it would be easy for the big bosses, black lawyers and their personal bodyguards to disappear.

It should be even more horrific to disappear than to disappear in its entirety.

Luke doesn't mind making the legend of The Ghost Butcher a little more mysterious.

At the end of all this, the gang members at the position went to the front door to see the explosion at a distance, and Luke took the opportunity to leave from the side.

He's already got the information he wants.

The enemies of blood mint are the Garcian family headed by Diego Garcia.

Diego Garcia, the man, has archived Luke's database, but... is not in the first sequence.

The Garcia family operates in a much wider area of Greater Los Angeles than downtown Los Angeles.

Luke used to just clean up two of their little nests downtown.

Five years ago, the shooting of blood mint with her family took place in the eastern district of Los Angeles, and she was being retaliated against by more District Attorneys and judges in Los Angeles.

The case involved LAPD.

Of course, it also brought Luke's attention to the Garcia family.

The end result of this should be a lot of unhappiness, but the vast majority of people in Los Angeles are absolutely delighted.

With this in mind, Luke drove all the way to the explosion site.

Far around a ruined factory warehouse, he turned the steering wheel and drove to a more easterly location.

After more than 20 minutes of driving, he moved and drove the car into an alley.

When he got out of the car, he jumped into a yard, went to a bunch of clutter in the backyard, looked at a person who fell there and sighed silently: I said help, you said no. Now lie on the floor!

Raise your hand and pull this man off the floor and take her out of the courtyard.

Walking down the alley, the man in his hand regained some consciousness, and when he saw Luke in the dark, he wanted to struggle.

“I'm a puncher!” He took out his phone and played it.

When he pulled out his phone, the man slowed down his struggle and heard this familiar broadcast cavity, and she was softly and directly unconscious.

Luke sighed and took her to his car.

Driving to a quiet spot, he flattened the co-pilot's position, took the flashlight and measured it all over the person, quickly locking his gaze between her waist.

Taking out a medical box, he cut the clothes off her waist in a light car, looked at the wound, and couldn't help but shoot a toothpick: How does this man's wound weigh more than once?

This time, she had a 10-centimetre cut on her waist, which was extremely dangerous.

The injured man, of course, is a blood mint.

Luke spits silently in his heart: You think you're gonna bleed more than you're gonna bleed. Is that what you call blood mint?

He threw up in his heart, but he moved faster and faster, biting the torch into his mouth, taking out his hands and medical supplies to deal with his injuries.

Twenty minutes later, Luke finally took care of all her injuries.

The woman had scales all over her body, but only injuries between her waist were more dangerous.

The good news is that the injury to her waist did not damage her vital organs, which should have been the result of her own strenuous training.

It is also a matter of learning how to avoid injuries to vital organs when attacked.

After all this, Luke just took off his medical rubber gloves and heard a bell ringing in the car.

He frowned and quickly stuffed the gloves in a plastic bag, putting the special gloves back on before turning a phone over from the bloody mint.

I looked at the number above and he picked it up.

“Riley North! Listen, we're right under the viaduct. Listen to whose voice this is...”

Luke didn't move his voice, his other hand pulled out the fake phone, operated it a few times quickly, and pointed it out towards the bloody mint phone.

Next moment, a gentle female voice sounds: “Hello, the user you are calling is not in the service area, please dial again later...”

Suddenly it was quiet across the phone.

Luke also immediately hung up the phone and shut it down, started the car and flew to a certain location.

He shook his head when he glanced at the blood peppermint that was half-sleep and half-awakened because of the analgesic.

Looks like he's going to have to do a little bit of pre-work for this angry mother.

Garcia's location, he didn't even have to guess it was near the viaduct where the blood mint was hiding.

A few minutes later, Luke parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and shut the door, and randomly activated the discoloration system for the entire glass.

Then he stepped and ran, one leaping over a wall two meters high and landing in the alley next door.

Walking a few steps, Luke protruded from the corner of the wall and saw a group of armed bandits standing under a viaduct not far from here.

He grinned in his heart: it was a disgrace to send this experience point to the door.

In the dim light, he saw a slightly familiar face - Diego Garcia.

This is a middle-aged man with a shaved head and a two-handed mustache.

At the moment, he was yelling and dialing his cell phone.

When he took his phone to his ear for a moment, he yelled again: “How dare you turn off this stinking beep? Bandera, kill that little girl for me. ”

Luke's face sank, his footsteps continued, his hands flew fast and typed a phrase on his fake phone, playing: "Garcia, are you looking for me? ”

The volume of the phone immediately attracted the attention of bandits not far away.

“Riley North?” Garcia looked over suspiciously.

He always thought the woman was unknown, seemed to have heard it somewhere, but didn't sound much like Riley North.

But he only met Riley North for the first time tonight, and she said just two short words, and Garcia wasn't sure if that voice was hers.

Luke whispered and typed again: "Do you want to see me? ”