Super Detective in the Fictional World

The policemen did not give up either and followed the mercenary's car.

At one time, there were four sirens in romantic city streets, and chicken dog jumping accidents continued.

Luke wasn't in a hurry.

It's not easy for that old guy in Kincaid to die. Safety comes first.

A backward mercenary SUV was attached to the back, his hand punched on the shelf behind the motorcycle, and a large killer hidden in the holster was held in his hand.

Boom!

As he raced past the car, he sprayed a front windshield in his hand.

The front windshield of the SUV took a large chunk, and the driver's seat burst into a bloody flower, breaking through the fence and falling into the river.

Luke, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. ”

The Big Killer in the hand swung around in the air, clicking, the empty shell casing exited, and the motorcycle snatched right in front of the second SUV slope.

Boom!

The mercenary driving the second SUV also stepped into the back dust, a bullet hole in the front windshield, and the face was struck as a hemp funnel.

A bearded mercenary on the co-pilot reacted quickly, pulling on the steering wheel without losing control of the SUV.

Luke's big killer spins one more turn, and the gun starts.

The bearded mercenary's face changed dramatically, his hands loosened, and the whole person shrunk under the control table.

Boom!

The windshield of the co-pilot was also smashed, and the SUV threw its tail rapidly and slammed to the ground.

Luke looked at the co-pilot and left his mouth hanging.

He is a purely personal little toy with only seven rounds of ammunition, too much waste to hit and the best taxi.

If there are four mercenaries on a SUV, it's 17-7, 27-18... ahhh!

Luke barely retracted his mind.

These mercenaries are not bad, but they are harder to get serious than the regular troop ladder, which is as rigorous as a rotating attack.

Turning around the front, Harley Fatty slanted into an alley and rushed out just one of the tails, sticking to the side of the third SUV co-pilot.

Luke's big killer just went round and up again.

The mercenary in the co-pilot shrugged his head in a creepy colour.

Boom!

The mercenary felt a little sore in the scalp, but was fortunate to see his companion bleeding all over his chest in the driver's seat.

As a result, one hand reached through the broken window and pulled the gun belt, pulling him out of the car and dragging him forward on the ground.

The mercenary sounded drunk, waving his hands wildly, trying to lose his gun belt.

But Luke strangled him with a gun strap and twisted it around his neck, and he couldn't tear it apart.

The mercenary's ass was rubbing wildly on the bumpy little brick street, his eyes were turning white, Luke had a gun belt, and he hit his head DUANG on the roadside railing, and the guy was half hung by the gun belt.

Throw away the excess garbage and Luke keeps catching up.

As a result, the police officers in the two police cars opened fire on him after a burst of gunfire, causing something to explode around him.

Luke: These cops are really good, see who beats who!

He was decisive and Fatty Harley crossed a bridge and followed the mercenary SUV across the street.

Chasing the SUV around the corner, a bullet hit the window, forcing it into the river, Harley Fatty's sudden acceleration, the head lifted, rushed to the front cover of a car, and the borrowing force jumped from the roof toward the middle of a bridge.

There, a mercenary is pulling out an RPG and aiming at a speedboat that comes face to face.

Black-headed eyes on the speedboat widened, nostrils angry, and breathing paused for a moment.

In this narrow canal, hiding from this thing is purely a gamble of life, and he's not sure, he can only pray for God's blessing.

At this point, in a suddenly high roar of motorcycles, a fat Harley flew in oblique and grabbed the bridge in front of Kincaid.

Kincaid can even see in the sun, in the hands of the knight in black leather, a modified Winchester M1887 spinning around gently.

In a clear click, an empty shell flew out and the next round loaded.

Boom!

The gun directly turned the mercenary with the rocket launcher half a turn and the rocket warhead burst into the adjacent SUV.

Associate's liver and gallbladder cracked and before he could react, a rocket broke into the window.

But because of its proximity, the insurance policy for this rocket was not turned on, it did not explode, but went on and on, penetrating his shoulder and nailing it to his seat.

Fat Harley flew over the head of a rocket mercenary in the street and slanted across the floor.

Luke plugged his beloved toy back into the leather holster on the rear wheel halfway through the sky, with his hands dead pressing the head just about to shake.

Fat Harley hit the bridge, his butt ungangly swinging two times, finally splitting down, dodging around the sidewalk, caught up with the bandit and police cars ahead.

This time the people in the police car finally didn't shoot him. The cop in the co-pilot's face was shocked and shouted, "What department are you in? ”

He had just seen Luke collapse the rocket mercenary, and whoever used the rocket in the city would certainly not be on the police side.

From this point of view, is Luke friendly?

Luke didn't say a word, the throttle twisted, over the police car, his left hand in the back again, one turn.

Boom!

The SUV of the last bandit twisted his body off, but couldn't escape the shotgun close to Luke, and the front windshield immediately blew away.

But the driver insisted, lowering the speed while trying to keep the SUV moving.

The corner of Luke's mouth rose and Winchester turned again in his hand.

Knock!

The bandit finally raised his head and tried to gauge the road ahead.

And it turns out there's a black hole in the gun, just like that, facing the window of the driver's seat.

His eyes widened and he shouted: “No...”

Boom!

Blood on the driver's seat.

Is it bad to be alive? Why are you so professional? He sighed and took the gun back.

Kim Cade was seen sailing on a fast boat, disappearing at the turn of the river, and Harley-Fatty under Luke's seat accelerated again and grew.

……

However, while Kincaid managed to escape, a security guard ran into a little trouble.

Michael may have been infected with bad luck by the Afro-Chief, who had driven a motorcycle and helped Kincaid solve a lot of mercenaries before being hit by a group of mercenaries on the motorcycle and caught in a coma.

Luke tracked Michael's bug, turned the car around, and followed him.

More than 20 minutes later, outside an old building on the outskirts of the city, Luke stood behind a tree and gauged the mercenary nest spot in front of him.

And he looked at the phone screen, and there was a green dot up there, and it was fast approaching.

The green spot is Kincaid!

The old man wasn't easy either. After escaping the chase, he quickly reversed the mercenary.

Michael in the nest is about to be electrocuted, and Kincaid, the black head, is about to score.

He can't wait any longer.

Michael was chattering, “You know what? If you want me to trust you and connect with you, you can let me tell you the information... ah ~”