Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke didn't shoot these mercenaries.

This is a square where people come and go. Dead people can easily cast a psychological shadow on children.

After four shots were fired, Harley Fatty's head slipped away and went around from the side, only mercenaries screaming with their legs outside attracted curious passers-by.

……

“You know, I told her today that I forgive her. ”

“Hey, few women want to be forgiven, which makes them feel like they've made a mistake. ”

The chatter group continued to peel.

……

Luke hummed a song and pulled the trigger: "Iwanttoknowwhatloveis, Iwantyoutoshowme...”

Pfft!

Two mercenaries sitting in a chair were shot in the back by one of them, suddenly lying on their asses screaming.

Slightly increase the speed of Fatty Harley, close to a SUV, and slide over evenly.

Pfft! Pfft!

Reports of the attack have been received, and two mercenaries who were opening the door were shot into the car and the driver in the driver's seat was shot.

Another black SUV was activated and the mercenaries on it clearly intended to move to reduce the likelihood of being attacked.

Luke pounded two shots and blew up the rear wheel on the side of the SUV. The car slammed, smashing the railing and falling into the river.

Watching as he crawled out of the car, three mercenaries were pounding, Luke pounding three shots, hitting them in the shoulder.

Three unlucky bastards screamed, and Grumpy drank a yellow, green, yellow and green river, and floated again.

There were enthusiastic people trying to save them, and three people were seen waving their guns towards the shore.

A bunch of enthusiasts immediately scattered as birds and animals, and a lot of people pulled out their phones and called the police.

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“Yes, I want to forget about Kurosawa...”

“What? Wait, which Kurosawa? ”

“Takashi Kurosawa, my client. Roselle leaked Kurosawa's itinerary and let him be assassinated by an ambush...”

“Uh-huh. Ha-ha-ha! ”

“What's so funny? ”

“Ha-ha-ha, I killed Kurosawa. At the airport, right? My target was not him, but your Land Rover team was too prominent, so I glanced at him, and I recognized this arms dealer at first sight, and I shot him. ”

“What?”

“Three hundred meters out, through a window that size C cup, bang! Because of this gun, I got another quick one. I thought you knew I killed him! ”

The chatter group is still peeling.

……

Luke's side laughed.

What's the most tragic thing in the world?

For Michael, he may have always thought he was the victim, and eventually found himself wronged by a non-chief, a beautiful hot girlfriend, and all the money business girls.

Luke laughed so happily that he had to adjust for a moment before Harley Fatty caught up with an SUV bypassing the square.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The mercenaries in the SUV were screamed with a series of bullets.

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“Ow! Why did you hit me in the face?” An African chief screamed.

“Let's break up!” A security guard roared.

The chatter pair is over.

……

At this moment, the square finally got a little messy.

Luke overthrew more than twenty mercenaries in one breath.

Although there were no killings, these guys were all shot, screamed and found bleeding. Some were also found with guns. The enthusiastic crowd immediately notified the police, took their friends and ran, greeting others to leave.

Both mercenaries and Interpol know that Kincaid is very nice to his wife and won't give up running alone.

So both sides put men near the detention center, waiting for blackheads to save their wives.

Now, Luke, a brush-black guy with experience scores, puts mercenaries directly in the eye of Interpol.

Mercenaries who had been shot by someone with black guns had had difficulty escaping and had been caught by Interpol.

But Michael, angry and dizzy, didn't care. He came out of the bell tower and sat on his ass in an open-air pub not far away.

“Give me two vodkas! ”

“How hard did you make me work? I got everything ready, and I just didn't want to make a mistake, and I ended up ruining it on that bloody bullet, on a window that big as Cup C.” Michael's teeth-splitting hands are bigger than the size of the C-cup, and his twitchy fingers seem to be trying to pinch something.

The bartender in front of him accidentally shrunk back and his hands blocked his chest.

A lot of drunkards, and a lot more drunkards who attack men in the chest! This is the Netherlands, this is Amsterdam.

Men harass men, which is a name recognized by law as harassment.

Luke looked around the square at the mercenaries who were already impatient and helpless: "How many people did Dukhovic find to shut down? That's over fifty people. ”

Even as he cleaned up more than thirty mercenaries, as Kincaid walked out of the bell tower, several mercenaries were still closing in.

Come on, let's be simple and rough! Anyway, there's Duhovich and Kincaid backing the blackpot. Someone made the easiest decision in their mind.

Boom, boom, boom!

Luke took the idea, and a mercenary who couldn't breathe was simpler and rougher than him, pulling out his gun and shooting at Kincaid more than 10 meters away.

You mercenaries are the most annoying, with no skill! He muttered in his heart, and the gunshot under Luke's armpit pounded again.

This crude mercenary was solved more simply.

But the battle was simple and violent at first, and the square was chaotic.

Several of the mercenaries who were still approaching were no longer concealing themselves, pulling out their guns and beating Kincaid.

The sudden and fierce gunfire scared the people in the square, some of them running around, some lying behind a shelter and some yelling at the police.

The sirens also rang around the area.

Interpol and Amsterdam police had plans and are now in use.

Unfortunately, their standards and mercenaries were so far apart that they arrived at two cars that they were smashed into windows by mercenaries and hit the side of the road.

Kincaid was beaten to death by four or five mercenaries with microflushes.

He was a good shooter and couldn't resist shooting 20 or 30 meters away. Within this distance, the pistol was hard to beat.

The old man cat jumped out on his back, and he was never vague when he needed to make a scratch.

Under the cover of all kinds of shelter, he ran out more than 10 meters, a flying boat jumped onto a speedboat by the river, said “soryy”, dragged the driver up and threw him to the shore, the throttle added, and the speedboat rushed out.

Kimcade kills nobody, but never against innocent people, let alone in crowded squares.

He would worry about the people in the square, not the mercenaries.

The speedboat swept the river out of a large piece of white foam and flew away.

Many of Amsterdam's rivers are small canals, more than 10 metres apart, and speedboats can neither drive fast nor avoid shooting from the riverside roads altogether.

The mercenaries noticed that Kincaid had slipped away and had not given up, and chased him in the car.