Super Detective in the Fictional World

Viso hesitated and said, “The last time he said that, I felt a sense of crisis. What did he do? ”

Wade: "Police, you're not afraid of cops, are you? ”

Wieso heard the speech department say, "Do you fucking do business with cops? ”

Wade: “He's a LAPD cop. Why can't I do business with him? ”

Viso stunned: "LAPD, what's he doing in New York? ”

“How do I know that? I'm not his wife.” Wade came and was immediately stepped on his face by his wife.

Wade pressed Vanessa's foot to avoid getting hit in the face again: "Anything else? It's okay. I'm hanging up. ”

Viso: "He's not messing around, is he? ”

Some policemen are not very clean.

Wade thought about it: "It's reasonable, and it's very generous, and what he said is true. ”

The two men said a few more words before Veso hung up.

And he frowned for a moment, and suddenly he laughed, “It's not just a young man, why am I so nervous? He's not from NYPD. He doesn't care about me. ”

Viso wasn't too scared of NYPD himself, but his bar was easy to get into trouble with.

Generally speaking, he doesn't do business with NYPD people, maybe something goes wrong.

Everybody well water doesn't offend river water is the best.

To think of it, Viso left the anxiety of selling fake goods and beautifully locked the 20,000 dollar knife in the safe in the room behind the bar.

……

In the car, Selena flipped over the big pile of information: "So we're going to follow this information? ”

Luke said, “While most of them may be unreliable, the rest are a little useful. ”

Selena twitched and shook her head: “Most of the people in here are very average. It doesn't look like it's worth a thousand dollars worth of information. ”

Luke: “It's okay. I've always been a behaving man. Now that he's paid, he's got to fix the problem. If I take the money and it doesn't solve the problem, I can only change the way I don't want the money. ”

Selena was very excited: "What are you going to do with him? ”

Luke: "Give him a chance. Maybe he wants to be a good person too. ”

Don't blame me for not giving you a chance to be a good person! He muttered in his heart.

By then, Luke wouldn't mind learning Night Demon.

Lawyer Ma just blindfolded her face, one way to get information, and -- never give money.

Just as he thought so, Lawyer Ma was fleeing.

The news did not come from an insider like Luke, Matt, who finally came out again after his injuries had largely healed.

The past few days of community reconstruction and volunteering have made him feel good, deciding to come out and clean up the evil and see if he can find gold and power.

Luckily, he beat up two little gangsters who robbed women, and Matt got back on the roof, squatted by the roof and listened to everything that happened in every corner of the city.

Suddenly, a voice caught in his ear: "Ha, there you are, Night Demon! You're mine.”

The sound came from a roof over a hundred meters away.

Matt subconsciously focuses on the past, and he hears a subtle metal collision friction.

He's got a tight heart: this is a gun!

Reaching into the muttering he had just said, he immediately turned around and poured into the shadow under the edge of the roof.

Boom!

For Matt, an extremely obvious gunshot echoed in the night sky.

He was squatting on the rooftop floor, and there was already an extra pit.

Matt can even clearly perceive a situation where the warhead is broken and scattered with cement debris.

He's used to seeing the world with his ears, and he's amazed at the moment: sniper guns?

The guy who just shot, pulled the bolt, pulled out the shell, and reloaded, he heard perfectly well.

Sniper guns and all that stuff, most likely professionals, are definitely not the kind of gang members he beats up.

For most people, automatic pistols are more practical than sniper guns, including gang members who often play with guns.

Matt immediately raised his guard, but he was confused: How could a sniper find himself? Is it... Kim Jong?

But he had been in trouble for so long, and the worst of all, was the siege of eight ninjas.

Professionals with snipers, never showed up.

Wrong guy? That's impossible.

The shooter obviously knew the Night Demon well enough to quickly identify him and shoot decisively.

Matt's mind switched and the man had moved into the other side under cover of the edge of the roof, quickly descending along the fire staircase.

He's gonna grab this guy and ask him what's going on.

His ears watched the sniper move, and he circled half a circle, touched the alley behind the building, drilled in through the window in the stairwell on the second floor, and went straight to the roof.

Less than five minutes later, he touched the roof, listened to the movement outside, slowed his footsteps and leaned silently behind the sniper.

Three meters away, he slammed on him and pressed the whole person against each other. A pair of fists opened their bows to the left and right, hitting each other in the ribs.

His attack was sudden, the other side climbing to the edge of the roof was defenseless, hit by a series of heavy boxes, and his ribs made a series of crackling sounds, instantly breaking four or five.

The sniper wanted to curl up, but was pressed against him by Matt, unable to move, and could only scream.

Matt had no mercy, with one hand smashing the man's face on the edge of the roof and the other hand not stopping, slamming the other hand's joints.

He stopped, grabbed the man's hair, pulled his ears to his face, and whispered, “Who asked you to kill Night Demon? Say it!”

This sniper can't even breathe. Where can I answer his question?

Matt adjusted his lower body and pressed it against the edge of the roof.

He didn't set a target tonight, and there was plenty of time to break the man's mouth.

Boom, boom!

Two shots were fired, the sniper's head and chest burst into a hole, and Matt felt a wet, hot, sticky splash on his hand.

In a shock, he pulled up the body of the sniper in front of him and blocked himself.

Boom, boom!

Two shots were fired again, and the sniper's chest flak sounded boring, while Matt retreated unharmed into the roof.

Another sniper!

Matt thinks something's wrong.

That shot was definitely not meant to kill the sniper in his hand.

It's the real goal, and it's still Matt.

It's just a little bit off.

The two shots in the back immediately proved Matt's speculation.

The second sniper came for him, too.

Matt quickly went downstairs again, ready for another surprise attack, and grabbed the second sniper to find out everything.

He can't believe it. A third sniper will come out later.

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