Super Detective in the Fictional World

Dustin's office was empty.

Luke just picked up the phone and Dustin's voice sounded fast: "Luke, 2304 Hitro Community, East Side, come on. ”

Luke stood up and whispered to Elsa: "There was a shootout over there in Dustin. I'll send you the address, and I'll give you more details later. ”

As he flew, he took the wireless headset, entered the address into his cell phone, sent it to Elsa, and ran out of the office with Selena.

A moment later, the car was rushed out of the parking lot, and one of the tails swung east.

Dustin hasn't hung up, but he's obviously busy and can only talk to Luke once in a while.

Now he was attacked by a gunman in a high-end apartment building.

The fire was fierce and numbered around twenty.

More than a dozen patrol policemen were suppressed by the bandits.

Dustin chose to make the first call to Luke, in addition to proximity to calling for backup, after judging the situation critical.

At LAPD, nobody dares fight him more than his men.

However, the bandits he faced were indeed unusual, and although they did not appear to be formally trained, their hands were dark.

As early as nearby, two patrol police officers who heard gunshots rushing to support them had fallen.

He could only pray in the dark, and the SWAT helicopter would have to hurry, or Luke would have gone faster.

Otherwise, he feared he would die today.

“Dustin, you take the file and go.” A woman's voice rang behind him, resolutely in her breath.

Dustin scouted out his hand and popped two shots, avoiding the bandits rushing up without any hesitation, and said, “Jennifer, I think you can consider throwing out some burning material to slow down their offense. ”

“It's no use, they're here today to shut down the police force nearby, they deliberately diverted it, I can't live.” The woman behind him, Jennifer, with a black satchel on her back and a pistol in her hand, spoke bitterly.

Dustin grabbed her pistol and replaced it with: "Change my magazine, magazine on my left belt. ”

Jennifer shook her head helplessly, but quickly changed his magazine.

Dustin carefully pulled out the little mirror.

This stuff has been particularly popular lately, and a lot of police academics say it's been used.

When the shootout happened, Dustin asked Jennifer to give herself a small mirror.

He looked across the street, estimated the angle, and poked the gun out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

“Ah!" a bandit was unluckily shot by this blind mirror and screamed back to the corner of the wall.

“Don't worry, I called LAPD's best reinforcements, and he'll be here in ten minutes, tops.” Dustin explained, lest Jennifer renounce her determination to resist.

Jennifer: “SWAT? ”

“In the case of the robbery of the Zhongfu Building, the man who killed more than 30 bandits alone was killed.” Dustin.

Jennifer sounded stunned, but immediately poked her hand out, popped two shots, and cooperated with Dustin to force the two bandits to retreat. She couldn't help but ask: "Is that Detective Wang, the killer who's been in the police system all along? ”

Dustin snapped and snapped and switched his rifle again: "Yes. As long as he gets here, I guarantee all the bandits here won't last ten minutes. ”

Jennifer: “Why don't you... forget it. I'll go find some wine and see if I can make a flask. ”

Dustin snapped, “Better hurry up, they're a little impatient. ”

In fact, the bandits are more than impatient. It's super annoying.

They initially targeted only a lonely woman, but also a lawyer.

As a matter of fact, kill her in less than a minute.

As a result, they boarded the elevator and swung out of the elevator door, far in sight with Dustin, who was out more than 10 metres away.

In an instant, both sides confirmed their eyes and were absolutely dead.

Dustin operated steadily and screamed “LAPD, don't move”, but his body pounded back into the room.

Indeed, the bandits did not say a word of crap and opened fire directly, allowing the wall debris near the door to fly across.

Dustin also showed no weakness, with a gun pulled out from his waist, bending his hand just to pop a few shots, luckily a bandit was caught.

He's an old detective, and he's had a lot of serious violence with his old partner, Roger.

Even though he had not been involved in front-line combat for a long time, his firing training had never stopped and the sense of gunfire he had trained for more than two decades had not been lost.

Unfortunately, there are residents downstairs who report robberies.

A patrol car arrived on the battlefield just after stepping on the bandit's ass.

The two patrol officers heard gunshots, followed by an internal call for help from Dustin, and they immediately joined the battlefield.

The bandits had to attack both sides at the same time.

Even if some had done so beforehand, there was not much police patrolling in the area and four or five police vehicles, including two Detectives from the Serious Crimes Unit, arrived in succession within five minutes.

And most recently, LAPD cars were all carrying rifles and enough ammunition to cope with high levels of violence.

Ten policemen with rifles are equally vulnerable.

Both sides broke into pieces.

Luke rarely turned on the siren, pulled the siren, and traveled wildly in the car.

Good thing Los Angeles has better transportation today.

A large number of people were hiding in the surrounding area, and there were many people who were not on leave from work, and the streets of the city were much sparser.

Luke also succeeded in speeding a hundred and forty kilometers an hour in the city, reaching the address Dustin reported in seven minutes.

With a squeaky brake and a car parked more than 20 meters from the apartment building, Luke pushed the door straight out and ran away.

He didn't want to park in front of the apartment building, where the bandits were already on fire and the bullets were flying.

The vehicle is bulletproof, but if not necessary, he doesn't want to repaint the vehicle or replace it with new bulletproof glass, which he can do himself.

By running, he jumped on the lower edge of the second floor on the side of the apartment building and quickly climbed to the fifth floor.

Dustin has succinctly outlined all the information, and Luke is basically aware of the situation in the building, coupled with the fact that the two men have been on uninterrupted calls.

Upstairs, Dustin and Jennifer are on the verge of extinction.

Dustin's bullets are gone, even if he brought a little more magazines in two days, that's only five.

Under pressure from more than a dozen rifles across the street, he had to increase his shooting speed to control his opponent's approaching speed.

Nearly a hundred bullets have lasted, thanks to Jennifer's cocktail bottles, lit them up and threw them in the elevator, blocking an offensive direction for the bandits.

But the bandits are in a hurry.

Once again, the next two cars will go down at that speed, and in less than half an hour they will be surrounded by over a hundred policemen, most likely SWAT squads.

Two days of LAPD, not very temperamental.