Super Detective in the Fictional World

Running along, the killers didn't forget that they were crazy about the 18-generation female relatives of the two warring killers.

Quiet. Quiet. What's wrong with making money? Why fight to kill, what a pig fellow, deserve to die.

Meanwhile, not far from the sixth floor of an apartment building, in a dark 6D apartment, a middle-aged man with round sunglasses frowned and thought for a moment, or dropped his gun.

Slowly, he nodded from the window and looked at the police car coming and going down the street, and he scratched his head a little worryingly: Are there cops everywhere tomorrow?

Fortunately, the police car rushed to a location more than 200 meters from here, otherwise he wouldn't sleep.

With a bitter smile in his heart, he still didn't have much expression on his face. He went to the corner of the wall and sat down on a single sofa, holding his body close to his back. His right hand rested on the coffee table beside him, and his gun was still in his hand.

After a moment, he breathed smoothly and evenly.

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The next day, Luke got a call from Dustin: "Come to the station and get a case. ”

He's out on his own today, and Selena and Gold are still on the lab side.

Selena's condition needs to be adjusted in order to cope with later actions.

She's not Luke, she doesn't have the encouragement of systematic experience points, she's naturally not prepared to blame the bad guys for her experience, and a proper rest is necessary.

When we got to the police station, the cases we got from Dustin were two murders in Uptown Manhattan last night.

A large quantity of professional equipment was found on both victims, one of whom was also armed with a sniper gun.

The case is therefore more important, but Dustin is reluctant to bring others to the investigation.

The information Luke gave him yesterday has been analyzed and there are several leads to D'Amico's downline, and today the entire police station is preparing for a major operation.

Why don't he just turn the case over to Luke and let him look into it first?

After a few days of major operations on this side of the precinct, Luke has the option of either handing over the case or continuing his own investigation.

Luke doesn't matter.

There is no obvious merit in this focus, and even in the presence of a strictly controlled weapon such as a sniper gun, investigations are routine and need not be rushed until there are serious consequences.

He could hang out in the city and bring some takeout for the two of us.

So he drove off to Uptown Manhattan.

He walked around the two crime scenes last night and smiled at a building not far away.

It's a five-star hotel temporarily occupied by D'Amico's wife.

Neither victim was located more than 500 metres from the building.

Contact Dustin again and mention the equipment and injuries on both of them: they should also be the killers who have come to earn the 10 million reward.

Just wondering why, they may have clashed with others and died here.

The ten-million reward target hasn't even shown up yet, and these killers are in a hurry to clear their opponents? He couldn't help but think about it, but immediately shook his head again.

As long as the killers are professional, they are the owners who don't see rabbits and don't spill eagles.

Most of them get a partial deposit before the mission.

This heavenly revenge reward is an exceptional circumstance, and if they don't get a deposit, they'll be more cautious.

Trying to grab a reward, at least after you find the target.

However, this is just the best idea.

As long as the number of participants goes up, there will always be strange players who lack the ability to think logically.

The number of such brain defectors is particularly high among the various offenders arrested by the police.

Looks like someone put a paper bag on his face and robbed him, and he found out that he had nothing to pay for, so he used the paper bag for the money.

Some people put a cardboard box on their heads to rob them, they couldn't even see the road, didn't rob their asses, and dropped their guns at the scene, even crawling off the ground.

These quirks always refresh normal people's perceptions of the lower limit for people with brain defects.

Not the stupidest, only the stupidest, but the best notes of these strange beings.

There are a lot of idiots, there are always a few who go to fuck the killers, maybe these two dead people and their opponents are such idiots.

With this in mind, Luke drove to a nearby shakeshack.

He's been at home all these days, and he wants to have a lazy day.

Though two hours away from lunch, a long line of people lined up outside the store.

Not surprisingly, Luke stripped a lollipop into his mouth and lined up at the end of the line.

After a heavy rain last night, the sky in New York today is cloudy and sunny.

Although temperatures still do not exceed 10 degrees, that cold, humid feeling does not exist.

The queue is just in time for the sun to shine, and in the light and warmth of the sun, everyone is obviously in a good mood.

Luke also relaxes and enjoys his rare leisure time.

Coincidentally, there were two young girls lined up behind him, black and white.

In the cold weather of New York, they had thick jackets on their upper bodies and short skirts on their lower back, revealing four slippery thighs that sparkled in the sun.

Two teenage girls are also at the upper middle level, not badly dressed, and quite eye-catching, matching their youthful and cheerful temperament.

However, Luke did not pay attention to them at first, but the young girl did.

The two men whispered for a moment, and the tall, thin girl approached him.

Close by, Luke had heard the whispers of both of them, not surprisingly.

Of course, the two teenage girls were quite persistent, just hitting on each other, and didn't come up to hand over the note.

Luke doesn't mind talking to people in his spare time, especially with two girls of good standing.

One or two, the three of us went from hamburger fries to weather, to clothing and girls' school lives.

More than twenty minutes passed without realizing it, and only two people were waiting in front of Luke to order.

If no accident, he can finish his order in 10 minutes and get lunch in half an hour.

That's when his fake phone rang.

Luke sighed helplessly, laughing with regret at the two girls, immediately pulling out his phone and turning his head not far west.

This is an automated police emergency message from the on-board radio station.

Just now, police were reported to have engaged in a large-scale shootout two blocks away, with unknown firefighters and unknown numbers, but at least dozens of shots fired.

If it's just one person calling the police, it's probably a prank.

However, many of the nearby telephone calls were such statements, and the main station immediately called nearby police to check them out, avoiding a large number of innocent casualties.

This is not a poor country. This is Manhattan.

Even if the people up here are a little sparse, that's relative to the most lively Manhattan center in the world.