Super Detective in the Fictional World

Soon after, the three of them approached the bank, and the police intercom channel at Luke's front desk was full of conversations about the case.

“Two robbers rushed out of the bank...”

“They are all armed with automatic weapons, one of the robbers used AK, loaded drums, extremely fierce firepower...”

“SWAT can't get there, their car is stuck on the road two kilometers away...”

“Officer down, officer down...”

“The bandits began to flee east...”

“Something's wrong with the bandit's car, they're getting off...”

“The two bandits began to flee separately...”

“A bandit has been defeated...”

“Only one bandit left is trying to hijack a passing vehicle...”

Luke listened to the intercom system and said, "Harrison, Jim, are you ready? ”

Harrison: “Ready, put me down. ”

Luke: “No, I mean, are you ready to get robbed by bandits? ”

Harrison: “What? ”

His gaze looked forward at the windshield and he was stunned: "You don't want to rush over, do you? ”

Luke: "My glass is bulletproof. One or two rounds won't break through. Are you sure? ”

Harrison's brain swings: “Okay. ”

Luke stopped talking, just slowly slowed down.

Just over 20 metres away from the three of them, a bandit was comparing to a gun drawn in his hand, indicating that the passing vehicle was parked.

But unfortunately, all the cars in front were scared to run off on the gas.

The bandit did not want to destroy the front windshield of the vehicle and shot several times from the rear of the side, all of which ran faster.

Finally, he saw a car that seemed scared by him and was slowing down.

Luke starts counting down: "Three! Two!”

The bandit was overjoyed and ran away as he accelerated his footsteps. The gun in his hand was bang bang bang.

He shouted, "Beep! Stop the car! Otherwise I'll kill you..."

At this moment, the side of the car just opened next to him, the back door parked in front of him, the bandit walked back two steps, and the gun in his hand was drawn down: “Open the door! Or I'll kill you! ”

Said he pulled the co-pilot's door with one hand and raised the gun towards the sky, shooting twice more.

“One!” At the same time, the countdown in Luke's mouth ended and the speed drop button in the window had been pressed in his hand.

“Open for labor... uh?” The bandit is stuck like a wooden chicken.

In the open window, Luke's Glock, Harrison's MP5, two black holes pointed at him like that, less than a meter away.

At the same time, Jim instantly opened the left rear door and placed the M4A1 in his hand on the roof, pointing at him and shouting in his mouth: "Don't move! Move and I'll kill you. ”

“Come on, let me see what little toy you got.” Harrison switched to a single-handed gun, reached out his left hand, and not slowly pinched the body of the bandit holding the gun to keep the muzzle facing up.

He pulled it so hard, he didn't pull it: "Hmm? ”

“Little brother, what's the matter with you?” Luke, hey, hey, smile, Glock's gunpoint lit a little on the bandit's head.

The bandit releases his gripping gun grievously, and Harrison finally takes it in front of himself and glances at it: "PP91? You're a professional. ”

Over here, Luke had his thumb up with his empty right hand, pointing to the back seat: "Didn't you really want a ride? Come on up! ”

Jim had quickly bypassed the back of the car and quickly handcuffed the guy and pushed him into the back of the car.

Harrison picked up the walkie-talkie: “I'm SWAT's 70-David, and the second bandit is in uniform, and we're taking him there. ”

Jim switched to co-pilot and Luke drove towards the bank.

Jim turned around and looked at the gangster in the back row. Hey, Nao: “Little brother, what's wrong with you? ”

The bandit has been ripped off by Harrison, and his face is desperate: I don't even know what the hell's going on!

He really doesn't understand why he grabbed a car from SWAT.

All three of Luke wore blackheads, followed by Harrison and Jim with SWAT's bulletproof vest, which was the perfect rhythm for SWAT.

Within a meter or two, he had no nerve to resist being pointed at with a gun by three special police officers, even if he had a bulletproof vest.

A moment later, Luke drove the car to the bank, and a few patrol officers came over, watching black-headed Harrison and Jim pull the bandit out of the car, relieved.

They were just beaten up by these two rampant bandits, and SWAT was out of work as soon as they showed up.

“You SWATs are really fast today.” A policeman couldn't help but say a compliment.

Another officer looked at Luke's badge, and the fox wondered, "Who is this? ”

Luke smiled, “I'm a driver. Leave me alone. ”

Harrison: … No wonder I rarely see your name in the file.

Give the bandit to the patrol officer, Harrison is about to say something, and his walkie-talkie rings again: "Captain, are you still there? ”

Harrison shrugged his shoulders at Luke helplessly and turned on the walkie-talkie: "Still, what's wrong? You didn't fucking eat lunch! The bandits almost escaped. Are you still on your way, waiting for the tail? ”

He was scolded for a moment before he said, "Captain, don't talk about it. There's a suicide attempt in the neighborhood on 107. ”

Harrison knots: "So you won't call me when he's done killing himself? ”

It took a moment of silence in the walkie-talkie to be careful: “But we're really stuck in traffic, the guy who committed suicide still has a gun, and the patrol cops want us to rush over and deal with it. ”

Harrison: “Okay, I'm on my way. ”

Hanging up the newsletter, he looked at Luke: "That...”

“Get in the car, haha, are you all so busy lately?” Luke got in the car and waved.

Jim sat in the back seat consciously.

Harrison got in the co-pilot, shut the door and sighed: “The ghost knows what's going on in LA lately. Some gangs of people were walking down the street, and there was this“ ghost butcher ”who massacred them. The district attorney and the judge have not yet been seen. The Garcia family blew up again yesterday at a stronghold in the East Side. An FBI agent died at the viaduct. This is really..."

Luke hey hey smile: “You're SWAT, not East Side Police, and you're not in charge of case solving, what's the rush? Anyway, if you have a mission, you can rest without a mission. ”

Harrison thought so, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Yes. I don't give a shit what those officers think. I'm not lazy anyway. ”

Jim in the back seat didn't say anything, but he also had relatives.

The car flew to a new crime scene two blocks away.

It took three people to get out of the car, and the two men on the side of the road greeted each other shortly afterwards: "Boss, this guy is in trouble. ”

Harrison didn't look so gentle at the time: “What trouble? Is he a marksman or can't he shoot a bullet? ”