Super Detective in the Fictional World

Of course, Mindy doesn't hate the V, but she thinks it's interesting.

For little girls, good things don't hate - except boyfriends.

The key word, handsome!

As long as you become more handsome, you'll be fine.

It's just two turns for a V. It's both accurate and handsome! She just wanted to say something to him.

Luke changed the bullet again, and he laughed softly and didn't say a word.

He only used two revolvers, which killed more than 20 bandits. If he had changed guns, there would have been no one alive here. Where could she have helped?

Otherwise you realize you're a soy sauce party, don't you? Alas, you're still too young to read more. He made a decision in his heart.

Mindy doesn't know yet that her gutter raises a big problem, and now she's headed out the stairs to attack the five remaining bandits on the 28th floor.

In battle with the new armor on her body, her tiny figure jumped and moved between various building corners and furniture, and her hands fired dense bullets.

These five bandits are much worse off than the guys Luke shot to death. They were sieved by Mindy's rain-like bullets. The luckiest man was shot twice, the worst was shot five times, and he bled to death.

Luke was not meddling in this little battle, he was like an irrelevant man, holding his chest with his hands, leaning against the corner of the stairs, and watching the crowd take on a lively eating melon.

Suddenly, the stairs above his head made a sound of footsteps.

“Hurry, hurry down, the enemy is on the 28th floor. ”

“Where's the blast shield? Take the blast shield first, the people behind you follow...”

Luke leans against the wall and picks his eyebrows: Professional enough! Explosion-proof shields open the way and others follow, a typical police indoor assault technique.

If Damon's daughters and fathers were here, they might have flushed them down.

Now...

Luke lazily curled his lower right hand, and Colt Python didn't lift it completely, just slanting from the left underarm void to the position in front of the corner of the stairs.

Boom!

An explosion-proof shield with a face was beaten to pieces, and a second bullet hit the soles of the shield bandits, blowing up his right foot by half.

The shield bandits screamed and rolled down the stairs with their shields.

Luke ignored this guy.

This bandit needs to carry a shield with both hands and no gun. Besides, this guy is lucky if he doesn't fall down the table tennis.

The man holding down the shoulder of the shield bandit with one hand behind him did not understand what had happened, his left hand suddenly emptied, but his body flushed down inertially.

A string of bandits just like that, no hiding from the corner of the stairs.

Boom, boom, boom!

Four bandits who were too fast were shot in the chest and hit against the wall, then grunted down the stairs without a sound.

Luke, that's not gonna slow down and reload the Colt Python.

On the stairs, the last half of the bandits caught their feet in time sweating on their foreheads.

The fat black man on the 29th floor didn't know what was happening and yelled, "Why did you stop? Go, go, go! ”

Some of the bandits at the beginning were mad at the old mother of this fat black man and screamed in her mouth: "Le Rouis, Dame was beaten to death by them, Tommy. They were beaten to death without cover. ”

The black leader Le Roux was stunned: "Dead? How did he die? ”

Dame was the shield bandit who was rightfully protected by the blast shield. Normal rifles could not wear that regular police shield, and it was difficult to die in a flash.

In fact, the dam who took the shield wasn't dead, just got stunned when he rolled down.

But a few bandits are going to say he's dead now, or they're going to be forced down by a black fat man named Le Roux.

One of the bandits backed away and shouted: “There was a really powerful guy down there, he was too hard to shoot, he killed the first five people, Dame didn't hold the shield and he died after two shots. ”

Le Roux didn't believe it at all, and several other bandits even nodded their heads: “Really, there's a shooter down there...”

“Tommy, they're all quiet. I saw them bleeding a lot...”

“They've got a big hole in their chest, they can't live...”

There's a bunch of bandit words up there, and it's like having a black collective talk show.

Luke listened with interest and watched Mindy clean up the rest of the bandits on the 28th floor, while assessing the strength of this violent little Lori.

For now, Mindy's physical qualities far exceed those of her peers, which is just one of them.

What's really great about her is the speed of the neurological response inherited from Daddy Damon.

On several occasions, almost simultaneously with the reaction of the opponent's bandits, she changed her movements again and shot her opponent to death.

This operation is similar to Luke's close martial arts and sensitive reactions.

It's just that Mindy made these moves, based on her gifts, and some professional training, and she didn't really sort out the system of martial arts.

Perhaps you could teach her some of the martial arts?

This violent little Lori is of considerable cultivation value and has been distorted by Daddy Damon.

She can't go back to her normal little girl life.

Luke raised her a few years in advance, and when she grows up, she won't be hiring child labourers. Shouldn't that be as sad as her father?

He didn't expect Mindy to help him now, but Mindy, now 12, is a good help in four or five years.

If it's a teammate, it's perfect. He thought so in his heart and suddenly frowned and looked at the location of the bandits who were walking across the ceiling.

Upstairs, the fat black man Le Roux was bombarded by his men's language and resolutely encouraged.

The man downstairs had less than two seconds to shoot five of his men in one breath, or was there a blast shield to open the way?

This guy, Le Rois, thinks he doesn't have the guts to fight him alone.

So he made a simple decision: "Where's the grenade? I remember you like to carry a grenade with you. ”

A skinny young Latino did not hesitate to pull a grenade from his chest and handed it over: "Here it is. ”

The surrounding group of associates gathered at the F or S word exit and unwittingly retreated to the side.

And one of them yelled, “You beep. Didn't I tell you not to bring this stuff with you? This is New York, not Juárez, Mexico. ”

Le Roux also retreated and raised his hand to the stairwell: “Don't give it to me, just throw it down. It's best to blow that guy up, not die. You guys go down there and kill him. ”

His men stared at him neatly: "It is not your life, you are not in pain!"

Le Roux looked at the people's faces and said, “I'm with you. ”

People despise: Easy! You don't fucking take the lead.