Super Detective in the Fictional World

With this vision, the figure of the middle-aged bandit is hidden in the sand and dust shelter, like a demon god.

Luke held his chest with both hands, not surprised, and his blood red eyes flashed, seemingly measuring the film's stunt-like abilities.

“Ah!” he yelled. The middle-aged bandit rushed to Luke and grabbed him with his hands.

Luke picked his eyebrows and let him grab his hands.

“Go to hell!” The middle-aged bandit was delighted and drank in his mouth.

And then... nothing.

He said incredibly, "That's impossible. Why didn't you sanitize it? Die! ”

Results… still no response.

On the armor of Luke's hands, there was no abnormality at all, except that he was stamped with the hands of two grey pockets by a middle-aged bandit.

The middle-aged bandit suddenly came to realize that his abilities could not deal with this armor, let alone hurt this man in the armor.

His face changed dramatically and he wanted to run away as soon as his body turned.

But he turned around and pinched his back neck with one big hand: "What a shame. You're much weaker than I thought! ”

Of course Luke doesn't care that the bandit touches the armor.

He himself is only 1 meter 8, 2 meters 1, how many barrier layers between the two, no matter what.

Don't say bat armor can eject instantly and remove some of the plug armor.

The back neck of the middle-aged bandit was suddenly loose, and Luke felt the pinched spot slip away like quicksand.

He finally got a little interested: "Turns out, this power is used to save lives? Look at me-- Tianma Meteor Fist! ”

The middle-aged bandits only heard this strange shooting star and punch, falling all over his body like a rainy fist.

He starts screaming wildly and yells in his heart: this is obviously a blind couple of fights!

Yes! The middle-aged bandit has been slapped by Luke on the ground and punched. It's not a punch at all. Anyone who has seen the UFC can understand the situation.

The ability of a middle-aged bandit to face this rainy fist is simply not strong, and he needs to concentrate before he can use it.

Luke's fist instantly smashed most of his upper body, except his head and neck.

Five seconds later, Luke closed his fists and stood up, leaving this middle-aged bandit behind.

One lap around the warehouse, he kicked off the legs of all the bandits and kicked off all their guns, even the first few of whom he had tied.

The only lucky guy was the bald guy who scared the pistol off the first time.

As the first guy to throw down a gun and shake it in place from start to finish, the guy who doesn't dare move, the bald guy is intact.

Many bandits are already looking at him with hateful eyes: you traitor!

But this lucky bald head roared in his heart: I didn't want to surrender, my gun was... scared!

But watching all the bandits break their legs, and the boss who was beaten to pieces of mud, bald heads are happy again: make you laugh at me all the time.

All of a sudden, Luke stood in front of his bald head, and a shadow of two meters and one covered the bandit, and his body began to tremble again.

Luke's hand was skewed a few times, naked, staring at the command, lying down, carrying his hands.

Then... he was tied up in a strap and thrown aside.

Less than five minutes later, all the bandits were tied to death.

Luke walked back to the middle-aged bandit and pulled out a coin: "Bet on it, it's positive or negative! ”

The middle-aged bandit bit his teeth: “I won, so what? ”

Luke: "Give you ten chances to win three times, and I'll let go of your lower body. Without a bet, I'll pop your third leg and see if it grows again. ”

The middle-aged bandit trembled and his resistance finally flew, his ability to repair his little bird was absolutely impossible.

His eyes flashed with resentment and panic, and he nodded his teeth: "Okay. ”

He swore he'd kill this fucking Batman.

The silver coin flying room, ten consecutive games completed, Luke Murmer stood up.

The middle-aged bandit was desperate, and he lost seven times just now, losing four times.

He shouted in horror, "No, I still have money, don't...” A big foot had lifted up and stepped on mercilessly, like a cockroach.

Knock, knock! Knock, knock!

“Ahhh!” The middle-aged bandit screamed wildly, but his body twisted around the ground like a bug.

Looking at him like this, Luke thought about it, or he pulled out the syringe and gave him a shot.

The screams of the middle-aged bandits soon stopped and passed out.

It's a potent anesthetic.

Don't look at what the middle-aged bandit is now calling a tragedy. Once he starts to repair himself with his ability, he'll probably recover and escape.

The safest way is to keep him unconscious.

SYSTEM: You beat Buckley Williams to get a list of his abilities.

Buckley - Williams Ability: Basic Fighting, Basic Firearms… Primary Sanitization (Not Learnable)

Luke finally threw a coin to win, but found this guy's abilities useless, of course he was not angry enough to talk to him again.

His figure also stepped out of the warehouse door, accelerated his run and flew off the ground, gliding through the night sky.

In a black SUV, two FBI agents are silently watching the street crossing.

The man in the back seat just sat up and beat the crap out of him: "Okay, just wait two minutes and lie down for a while. ”

The driver mumbled and kept an eye on the surroundings.

The agents in the back, moving their bodies, complained: "When is this day the end? My wife and son were terrified by these two days of earthquakes, and I had to work overtime every day. If I keep doing this, I'm getting divorced. ”

The driver finally sighed, and his condition was not much better.

“I can't help it, who let that beep send the reward!” He comforts his partner, and he comforts himself: “The CIA, DEA, and our bosses all want to fish, but those fish aren't stupid. As long as we catch two rounds without fear of death, there shouldn't be many fools behind us, and we won't have to work this long in a row. ”

The partner in the backseat muttered and squeezed from the middle space to the front row to sit down.

In a slight chirp, he finally adjusted his sitting position and pulled a cigarette out of his chest: “Do you want one? ”

The driver shook his head: "Smoking your second-hand cigarette is enough to refresh me, open the window a little, and breathe. ”

In-vehicle surveillance is extremely irregular, of course, but neither person found any abnormalities for two days, nor did they care if they were in a mood for irritability.

Partner Hey Hey smile, opened the window of the co-pilot by five centimeters, lit a cigarette, took a deep sip: “If the wife runs away with her son, only this old friend can spare me time. ”

The driver laughed: "You can live a few more years if you smoke less. Otherwise, you're dead, like a wife and son. ”