Super Detective in the Fictional World

Today, Claire has personally joined two large-scale shootouts, with a different mentality.

And when Robert and Luke, the fifty armed bandits of the Carlos family in Shakford's blood, this eventually came to her.

Luke didn't want to talk to her about what happened that night, and he always sent her off in two or three sentences.

Claire can only harass Robert.

Robert, the rough guy, loved Claire very much, after all, he was his only daughter, not his own.

Again, he didn't go into detail, but with the little monkey's efforts, he gave a rough picture of the night.

Claire has known since then that even in the quiet town of Shakford, the police are a high-risk profession.

The series of shootouts that took place today is nothing more than a change from hearing and hearing to witnessing.

The only difference from what she imagined was that the person who saved her was not a good partner on film and television, but two superheroes.

When they fight armed robbers, they're like children fighting dolls.

It's cool enough, but it's far less dangerous than Robert told her.

Claire was wearing a Luke's bulletproof suit, giving her the illusion that if it wasn't for her ability to fly, she wasn't what they were, or... a helmet?

Claire was also inevitably in danger as riots broke out.

Claire and Karen did not hesitate to go after seeing a group of gangsters holding a young woman in panic and trying to drag her into hiding.

When they raised their guns, they shouted “LAPD," and raised seven or eight guns across the street to warn them that Los Angeles was different tonight.

Los Angeles today is home to all sorts of criminals and thugs.

Claire, standing in front of her, reacted quickly and immediately held Karen beside her and jumped into the trash can by the wall.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The gangster across the street did not hesitate to shoot.

Tonight was a night of chaos, and it was time for them to do whatever they wanted.

No one can track them down, even if they kill.

Only two young policewomen appeared across the street, which bolstered them.

Karen shrunk around the corner, listening to the trash can make a series of bells, and couldn't help but whisper: "We're not gonna get killed, are we? I don't want to ruin my face. ”

Claire flipped her eyes: "They have hostages, we can't shoot them randomly. Besides, if you get beaten up and don't ruin your face, are you sure they won't do anything more disgusting? ”

Karen was all over herself: "But I don't want to die, let alone ruin my face. ”

“Then shut up and squeeze your body tighter to avoid stray bullets.” The little monkey said that the little mirror in his hand had been skilfully probed out and had taken a few brilliant shots: "The problem is not saving the hostages, but they didn't run and pushed us backwards. ”

Karen's guns are all a little shaky: "So, what do we do? ”

They have more guns, more people than they do, and hostages, all to their detriment.

Claire probed the muzzle and recalled Luke's explanation of the key points of the specular shooting, making a slight estimation and pulling the trigger decisively.

She must immediately stop them from approaching carelessly, which would put them in a state of death.

Pup, pup, pup!

Five slightly spaced shots, the first two of which were test bullets and the second three were real shots.

A bandit fell screaming and fell with his crotch covered.

The bandits screamed for a while: "Ah, the black dog was shot. ”

“Damn, his bird was interrupted. ”

“Kill these Beatrice! ”

Claire looked at the bandits approaching against the wall in the mirror, not panicking, but entering an unusually calm state.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

“Ah!” The second bandit fell and was shot three times in the chest.

The bandits were shocked: What the hell is this? Shoot two people twice? You're not going to get into trouble!

“Boss, use this.” A bandit shouted.

Claire sees what the other person takes out, and she screams in her heart.

The two bandits who landed behind actually carried AK rifles.

The iron trash can barely stops regular pistol rounds, and the penetrating rifle rounds simply can't stop them.

Both of them were wearing bulletproof vests, but Claire's head was not bulletproof, and Karen's bulletproof vest only covered the upper body and was equally dangerous to retreat.

She's anxious.

“Girl, do you need strength? Call my name!” A low voice rang in her head.

Claire: “What the hell? ”

“Apologize! I'm not the devil! Besides, just talk to me in your heart, don't say anything.” It was as low as the voice of the Demon King in the game roared in anger.

Claire: … OK, sorry, what are you?

“Call out my name and you will gain strength!” The low voice continues to speak.

CLAIRE: So you have to tell me your name first.

Low voice: “Uh... glutton! ”

Claire: e ~ glutton!

“Stupid... that e is not in my name!” The sound was a little spoiled.

Claire couldn't help shouting: “WTF! ”

“Apologize! Don't swear to me!” Low voice dissatisfied again.

I'm sorry, but can you hurry? I think I already called your name! Claire roared in her heart.

“Not right! Must repeat! Repeat with me--glutton!” The low voice is obsessive.

Claire felt painful in the chest, totally angry, but could only follow: glutton!

“You've got my strength, go fight, destiny chosen girl!” Low voice said.

Claire masked: Wait! What power do you have that I don't feel at all?

“Stupid... girl! Relax and don't resist.” The low voice cursed.

Claire suddenly felt herself lifting the gun.

She shouted and tried to control it.

“White... Girl, it's my strength, don't resist it.” The low voice almost tried to scold again, but, as on previous occasions, it didn't have the guts.

Claire had opted for obedience. After all, she didn't have a very good way to summon Luke.

Under her gaze, her right hand penetrated the muzzle smoothly and unbeatably.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang! Pfft!

Five bandits fell and didn't even scream. They blew their heads off and killed each other on the spot.

“Girl, you can go out and clean up the battlefield.” Low voice said.

But Claire still looked in the mirror for a moment, and it shocked her.

She could only see her right hand stretched out, couldn't even see the five bandits, and there was no possibility of targeting them.

As a result, all five of the five bandits stayed on the ground.

It took her seconds to recover and stroke two tactical signs to Karenby, alternately covering them and slowly leaning towards the body of the bandit.