Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke listened to the song quietly.

Unexpectedly, the old man sang well.

He sings it with a smile, but how many tears of blood do you have to experience?

What a shame to be a killer, old man! You should be a talking show actor or a singer or something! That's what Luke said.

The vehicle travelled westward in the middle of the night towards the seaside ferry.

Silence on the country highway at night, and Kincaid, who was tired of singing, fell asleep.

This old man can't resist the exhaustion caused by the loss of blood.

Luke sat quietly in the back seat and suddenly moved his body slightly, looking from the rear view mirror towards the rear of the car.

“We have company.” He said.

Michael looked in the rearview mirror on the lower side: “How do you know? ”

Luke: "Don't suddenly accelerate. Slowly slow down. This is not a car chase movie. ”

Michael: “Are you sure? ”

Luke drew the gun under his armpit: "It's just an SUV, up to five people, there's no cops here. ”

Michael was just a little hesitant, or did as he was told.

Luke didn't see much, but it was clean and not worse than him.

It is naturally best to address your concerns and move on.

Michael noticed the car coming after him and whispered, "Not Kincaid? ”

Without Kincaid, he could solve his opponent, but he feared that the black-head, sleeping on his back, would be killed in the crossfire.

Luke: "It's okay. Didn't you just get comfortable when he died? Don't let him teach you 36 things about love. ”

Michael: “…”

He found it acceptable to put up with a certain black-headed statement rather than take back a rating of 3A.

Luke lowered the window quietly and lowered his body slightly, just looking at the car behind him with a rear view mirror.

As he warned, Michael's slowdown did not alert the other party.

The bandits aren't stupid either, they're just moving a little faster than Michael, acting like a normal night driving car.

Luke laughed without saying a word.

The car, which he saw during his evacuation from the safe house, had a distinct mercenary character and coincidentally chose the same route in the middle of the night.

Luke said softly and cautioned, "Count down, and brake sharply when the countdown is complete. ”

Michael knew for a second that his mouth was already counting: “Fifteen, fourteen...”

Luke:... Mud coal, wouldn't you count down from five? Even ten is fine.

Of course he understands Michael's countdown, which is when the two cars are sitting together.

“Eight, seven...”

Luke has reconfirmed the license plate of this car, the one outside the safe house.

“Three, two...”

Luke's feet held the back of the driver's seat and his body rose a little.

“One!”

Squeak!

A rushing brake sounded and the Mercedes-Benz speed dropped sharply, but remained steady, without sideslips, let alone turnovers.

Michael's driving level is also not low, knowing to create the best shooting conditions for Luke, and the brakes are rushed but not abrupt.

Luke stood up inertially, and Glock pulled the trigger on the black SUV that was paddling out the window, almost without moving the muzzle.

On the right side of the SUV's co-pilot and back seat, the three guys with guns couldn't react in time. A series of bullets hit the front to the back, each with his head and half, all shot more than two times.

Luke said softly: "Something's wrong with the driver. ”

The shooting just now, he didn't let go of the driver, but the driver's body instantly slipped and he didn't get hit.

Michael stopped the car smoothly: “How did they track us down? I deliberately chose the road to the west and didn't want to be blocked by them in the east tunnel. ”

Kincaid's lazy, non-Emirate cavity sounds: “Monitor, you have surveillance there when you steal a car. ”

Michael shook his head: "No way. I drove east and back to the west. ”

Luke: "Gentlemen, now is the time to witness a miracle. Could you show a little respect for the driver? ”

The first two words also noticed not far from the side of the road, the driver of the black SUV drilled out and shook over.

Kincaid: “I don't have a gun, go ahead. ”

Michael: “I'm a security officer, not a killer. ”

Luke whispered, “This driver is not human either! ”

The glock in his hand clapped and fired continuously.

The swinging driver across the street suddenly accelerated, barely seeing his trajectory of action in the dark.

“WTH!?” Two chatter barked almost simultaneously.

This driver is moving fast, definitely not at the speed normal people can have.

Luke did not slowly replace Glock with a new magazine.

The driver, flashing from left to right, suddenly stopped. He touched himself with his hands and jumped in a row, screaming in his mouth: "Ahhhh! Why do you hit me every time? ”

The nagging group also noticed that the guy had seven or eight bullet holes in his upper body that kept bleeding.

Oddly enough, with so many bullets in his chest, the wound was still grunting and bleeding, but the driver was still very angry, jumping and screaming for pain.

Think of what Luke said, Michael.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

He emptied his magazine, didn't rush to see his battle result, but turned his head to look at his head: "WTF?! ”

Kincaid was holding a gun in his hand, leaning against his head.

But Michael blocked his range.

Kincaid slapped him in the face: "Get out of my way! You didn't even shoot him! ”

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Kincaid's magazine is also flying away.

Michael sat up and began to mock, “Wow, it looks like your shooting skills suck, too. ”

Kincaid: “... I hit him three times, you only hit him two times. I hit him in the chest three times, and you hit him in the arm. What do you mean, you suck at gunshots? ”

Luke was speechless, lazy enough to take care of the two guys and push the door out of the car.

At this moment, the wretched driver with more than a dozen bullet holes in his face is incredible: "Impossible. How could you all hit me? ”

Luke didn't answer, but he laughed.

Kimcade and Michael, even if they are not themselves, are combatants in ordinary humans, and the use of firearms is far beyond normal.

This driver is too understated to avoid all bullets because of the speed of the battle.

His speed was not high enough to hide from bullets, and he lacked the skill of martial arts, so it was only normal to be shot.

As soon as Luke's right hand was swinging, a telescopic swinging stick was shaken away and he walked towards the driver full of bullet holes.

The driver grinned his teeth, howled and pounced.

And the two of them pushed the door out, and Michael said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, I think, why don't we all just sit down and talk? ”