Super Detective in the Fictional World

Prisoner robbers clamped suddenly on both sides, some of them surprised.

In the following two, the person who shot him in the head left the scene, shooting with precision and indiscretion, almost once or twice firing a bandit down.

The shooting skills of the female police are not so exaggerated, but they are competent as a cover for the fire of the first person.

And someone hiding on the roof, standing high and stealing a human head, a professional black gun household, goes too far.

He emptied Glock's first magazine in three seconds, blew the heads of seven bandits and the chest of eight bandits with seventeen bullets.

Then, after the last shot of the first magazine, he pressed the release button, and the magazine that was already ready on his left hand was instantly inserted, pressed the reset button, and the sleeve was reset.

A string of gunshots went off again.

The bandits downstairs are not rookies, but experienced mercenaries.

After falling down several of their companions in a row, they also noticed that a gunshot sounded in the wrong position and several people swept upstairs as they lifted their guns.

Luke was calm.

These bandits were presumably pre-positioned and now they are halfway dead, with the rest of them receiving priority attention if they are threatened.

This is a faster game than anyone.

As long as Luke moves faster than every bandit's muzzle to his position, he can take the lead on every shot.

And once he's in the vanguard, this shooting within 20 meters, it's hard for him to lose.

As the six bandits swept up and down, Luke moved at the gunpoint of everyone, sending two bullets each.

As soon as the six bandits fell, the gunfire in the street faded away, and the two men who broke out of the prison car below also stormed into the alley next to them.

Perhaps, however, it was when the head man's pace was too grumpy and one of Luke's knocked down bandits fell without loosening the trigger, which somehow created a stray bomb.

Half of his body went into the alley, but he was shot in the last half of his calf, screaming in his mouth, yelling at the "leper" and rolling into the alley.

Luke looked silent on the rooftop: What bad luck! You can get shot in the other half of your leg? Luckily it's not the knee.

But this person is not a normal person. He stood up with his injured leg dragged, his opposite hand was swept away, and he knocked over two nearby bandits. The limping posture was still grumpy and decisively slipped away.

The policewoman also retreated into the alley and ran with him.

Luke stayed in his hand, emptying his magazine with one breath, knocking over four bandits who wanted to lean against the alley, and the pistol went with him.

He likes to keep his name to himself and let the British police uncles take the credit for it.

Around the alley for several laps, walking almost a kilometre out, he stood under a circular apartment, easily jumped up against the wall, grabbed the fire stairs on the second floor and climbed to the fifth floor.

Stepping from the edge of two windows less than ten centimeters, Luke grabbed the edge of the third window and probed his head.

Someone in there is impatiently saying, "Forget the damn phone, Duhovich knows our route, only you INTERPOL molesters. Now I need someone to heal the wounds, and you need help. Remember, it has to be an outsider. ”

Luke listened out the window for a moment and banged on the windowsill with a smile.

The guns of the two men in the room immediately pointed at each other.

I saw a big smiley face outside the window and a waving hand, both full of surprises.

The policewoman was a little overwhelmed.

Shooting was easy to attract the police, and the other side did not attack first, and she looked at the person next to her subconsciously.

The other held the gun, frowned, stared at the face for a moment, and said, "Honduras? ”

Luke's smile was brighter out the window: "How's your future wife? ”

When the question came out, the man had a twitch in his mouth, but put down his gun: “Let him in, he's not from Duhovich. ”

The policewoman was surprised: "Are you serious? Do you have any idea how many killers and mercenaries Dukhovic has found to kill you? ”

And this guy hanging around the window looks like a killer! She muttered in her heart, but with the eyes of two people inside and outside the window, she tangled to open the window.

As soon as she opened the window snap, she retreated away from the window, holding the gun in her hand in a position to launch the attack at any time.

Luke pulled the window open himself and drilled in.

He nodded first to the vigilant policewoman: "Hello, beautiful lady, what's your name? ”

Woman: “Shouldn't you have said it first? ”

Luke shrugged: “Just call me coolbirds. ”

Policewoman: "Russell! ”

Then his gaze turned to the one sitting on the couch: "Long time no see, you've had a bad day, Kincaid. ”

By now, the man on the couch had taken off his black hat and revealed a big, dark bald head, with the tattoo of a dead crow still on it.

When he heard the name in the Luke newspaper, he skipped his mouth and reconfirmed that he was the right person.

The cool bird was the name of the bar he met when he met his wife Sonia, and it was in Honduras.

The day he met his wife Sonia, he was sitting next to a young man, and they beat up the group in the bar together.

Although the details of the young man are unclear, and the young man's face is not right now, Kincaid is aware of his condition.

He's working with this young man now, and he's bound to lose or not win.

Luke pulled a chair on the side, and a stool, and showed it.

Kincaid consciously put his right leg up where he was shot.

Luke pulled something out of his backpack and shouted: “Walking is so sloppy, it really didn't end well. If you'd climbed a few steps on the floor with your ass, you wouldn't have been shot like this, would you? ”

Kincaid's brain swirled, suddenly realizing: “Was that you? ”

As soon as he said that, a few meters away, policewoman Russell was scared to point the gun at Luke.

When she heard that, she thought Luke was the one who shot Kincaid.

Luke didn't even look at her. He put on his rubber gloves and smiled and cut a pair of Kincaid's legs with scissors: “Remind you, if you don't have proof, don't talk nonsense. ”

Kincaid understood.

No wonder he was rushed out of the prison car before when a simultaneous attack was launched against the bandits and the shooting was incredible.

He was anxious to break through the road and had no choice but to stand in the middle of the road and look up.

But he was amazed at the shooting of the man on the roof.

It's not as simple as in the movies.

In action, the shooter's own state needs to be controlled, and the opponent is not a fixed target, and a 20-30% hit rate is excellent.

Now Luke shows up, and comes back to the scene where the bandit cut the wheat like it fell, what else does Kincaid not understand?