Super Detective in the Fictional World

“What do you want? Money, or anything else, I can give you.” Garcia's voice came in and her hand opened a stitch in the door around her.

Luke raises his hand just two shots, two more holes in the front windshield of the car.

Hiding by the door of the car, Garcia's face changed, biting her teeth, pressing her hand against the head of the belt between her waists, and a gray-black object popped silently on the head.

“I have $2 million in cash at home and $3 million worth of diamonds, which I can give you, let me go this time, okay?” He spoke, holding the grey black object in his hand, and suddenly a large sweat bead appeared on his forehead.

Luke walked to the front of the car right now, pointing the gun in his hand at Garcia's hiding position.

All of a sudden, he twisted his side of his head, tilting away one step.

A tiny shadow flew past where his neck was.

Luke shouted softly. Behind him, the shadow circled in the air and hurried back.

He twisted his foot mat, his toes connected to the ground a few times, instantly sprang out seven or eight meters, and again staggered with the shadow, two shots at Garcia squatting at the door of the car.

Bang, bang!

While he was shooting, Garcia laughed at the corner of his mouth, and the gun that had just been replaced with a new magazine rang.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Garcia's grin stifled, and his eagerly awaited attack was completely defeated.

A few meters away, Luke's figure suddenly flashed irregularly around and walked again.

Luke also saw the trajectory of the bullet he fired at close range.

He laughed even more in the face because - Garcia was unharmed again, not shot!

Garcia was furious, pulling the trigger with one hand, and the other hand had opened the door and drilled into the car.

Luke flashed, followed by the door and stepped on Garcia's left leg, which he hadn't confiscated.

Knock!

Garcia's left leg burst into the L shape, howling instantly.

Luke reached out, pinched his neck and pulled him out of the car, carrying him in the middle of the air.

Garcia's heart hurried and she couldn't care less about the pain in her left leg, shouting: "Go to hell! You monster! ”

A dark shadow echoed from the ground, shooting from the rear of the side towards Luke's back brain.

Luke whispered and curled his right finger joint.

Boom!

A super brain squid bounced off Garcia's temple, and the black boss fainted in front of him.

The dark shadow suddenly lost its power and slowed down considerably.

Luke plugged the gun back in, turning between his right fingers gently in the air, and the shadow was caught between his fingers.

Putting the shadow in front of him a little bit, he laughed: turns out, it's just this little thing.

He had a thin, sharp blade in his fingers.

The blade surface is matt and reveals an eye-catching grey black color, similar to a paper cutter, relatively heavy, with all sharp edges and equally lethal tips on both ends.

It was this blade that attacked him from behind, shooting at him several times.

Luke, look at the system tips again.

System: You beat Diego Garcia to get a list of his abilities.

Diego-Garcia Capabilities: Basic Firearms, Basic Fighting… Primary Magnetic Field Manipulation (Not Learnable).

Looking at the primary magnetic field control shown in pure black, even with Luke's big heart, he couldn't help but beat it.

Magnetic field manipulation is an absolutely superb ability.

As long as the user is knowledgeable and capable, it is super capable of integrating the assistance of the offensive defensive control field.

As a result, it is also not learnable.

Luke summed up a number of patterns from several experiences he had not been able to learn long ago, and this time it was perfectly in line.

However, he still felt a deep pain in the flesh.

Like most people who watch people burn money, even if it's not their own.

Depressed for a few seconds, he set aside this pointless heartache and turned around.

Surrounded by the silent gaze of the battle, he saw the brilliant black man pinching Garcia in the position of a dog and quietly hiding in the shadow of a dead end.

Luke didn't notice a giant piece of graffiti next to the giant billboard.

With two dim lights illuminated at the top, a woman standing silently down under a black hooded sweatshirt with two huge wings stretching out to her sides and a shadowy urban cut underneath her.

But women's wings are not feathers, but rows of guns.

Nor was her head an aperture, but a little bright, bloody red.

And as Luke single-handedly took Garcia's strong man away, two strong lights pulled his figure longer and longer, casting a huge shadow on the billboard.

The scene, too, fell into the eyes of the surrounding crowd.

When Luke's figure disappeared, it was in the nest around him that a lot of people were sparsely spotted.

They were silent and gathered together at the crossroads of the corpse.

Suddenly, an old homeless man said, "The police should be here in half an hour, and we can do something. ”

Everyone suddenly embraced each other for a moment.

Less than ten minutes later, apart from a large swamp of sewage beach mixed with laundry powder disinfectant, the street restored its calm appearance and nothing seemed to have happened.

On the other side, Luke got Garcia into the car, circled a few circles, and found a factory.

With Garcia in his hand and blood mint in his hand, he entered the abandoned factory.

Put a blanket on a workbench and put the blood mint on it. He took out the camping lights, checked the surroundings and nodded satisfactorily.

Walk back and put water on the towel and put it on the forehead of the bloody mint.

Soon, this woman sucked and seemed to want to jump.

Luke pressed her shoulder and the phone played out what had already been lost: "Okay, it's me, Puncher. ”

Blood peppermint's eyes returned to normal from no focal length.

Looking at the familiar blackhead and yellow sunglasses beside her, she relieved herself, but immediately asked nervously: “What time is it? ”

Luke was too lazy to type and put a finger up.

Blood peppermint whispers: “A little? No, I have to go.” but found himself pressed on the shoulder again.

“Diego-Garcia is here. If you're in a hurry, I'll have to take care of him.” The broadcast cavity sounded, causing the blood mint to stun and look on the side.

She just found out that Garcia was staring at her.

The man, who scolded the clouds in eastern Greater Los Angeles and killed the boss of a trafficker like Mahjong, is now wearing a sealed tape on his mouth, his hands and feet tied to his chest with rope and his gray head sitting on the ground.

“Take it easy, he can't run. You can take your time.” The broadcast cavity was still not tight enough to say that the hand that pressed the shoulder of the bloody mint turned into a handrail, lifting her gently.

Even so, her lower back wound was pulled down and she bit her teeth tight.