Super Detective in the Fictional World

Matt was about to kill a horse gun, and when he caught the man asking everything, he heard a bang from afar, and a man fell down from the roof not far away.

He frowned and immediately dismissed the intention to kill back.

This fallen man is similar to several human beings just now, fully equipped, should also be coming towards him, but he was killed by a sniper somewhere.

Is it worth enough to let these killers kill each other in advance?

And Luke, who was mistaken for a killer by Lawyer Ma, had worn a rifle from the first killer, looked at the red dot position projected on the lens, and shifted again.

Now, unless he comes out and takes Matt away himself, the killers that pop up around him will always come up.

Luke doesn't know who he is right now.

With the Night Warrior's character, I'm sure he can't stand the way he shoots.

The deviant Luke is basically a hundred people, and a handful of people are mutilated depending on the circumstances.

Tonight's killers are in the ranks of a hundred, and he has no time to discuss with his horse's attorney whether the killer is right or not.

Still sneaking around, doing good things without leaving a name behind.

Matt's disengagement has also been unsuccessful.

All the killers that are coming around are above the pass line, and there are no shortage of veterans and elites, not one or two.

These men completely crushed Matt in numbers and weapons.

For the first time, Matt, who has always held on to a short-stick, a near-range low-kill weapon, had been beaten around by a group of masters with modern thermal weapons.

His proud martial arts could not be played at all, and they all seemed to know his details, opened fire far away and did not give him a chance to be close.

Matt was just wearing regular clothes and couldn't take a shot.

He could only travel in various dark corners, constantly searching for an opportunity to escape.

He also found, however, that when there were several sieges, killers in one direction suddenly stormed the streets and the escape passage reappeared.

Others sound like the same type of gunshots.

For Matt, he knew that every time he killed those killers, it was the same rifle.

Someone is helping themselves!

But what made him wonder was that the original owner of the gun was supposed to be one of the killers who was hunting him and attacked him several times, and now he's suddenly changed his attitude?

Tired of running, he didn't have time to lock up this far away "backwards” killer, and he didn't have time to think about the purpose of this person, he could only try to keep running for his own life.

Luke the Pound, he's a little scratchy at the moment.

These killers are crazy.

In just 10 minutes, they came from all sides, more than 20 people.

Even though he shot five killers in a row and helped Matt escape several trapped fates, Matt still couldn't escape.

“How long till our men get here?” He asked Selena.

Selena: “The nearest patrol car will also take three minutes. ”

Luke is helpless.

Twenty professional killers with guns are now hunting down Matt.

Lawyer Ma is a clothing profession again, and if he gets shot or two, he has to go out on the street.

On the other hand, these killers are not a team, they are scattered across all sides, and they are highly alert and professional.

Luke tried to clean them up quickly, and they couldn't have.

Why are you running around without a vest? He couldn't reside with a lawyer in his heart.

Although this ditch is a little too much, after all, Matt didn't even know he was being offered a reward. He thought his opponents were gangsters.

This guy was quite right. Luke didn't want him dead, but he had to give up his small Abacus to earn experience with black guns.

It was decided that he would randomly put the precision rifle in storage and the whole person would fly down.

Matt is in trouble again at this very moment.

Five more assassins bit him around, and from time to time the gunfire pounded the clutter on the walls around him.

The killers fired at the same frequency, but blocked all escape routes so that he could only shrink at this corner of the wall.

The killers kept moving closer, compressing Matt's escape space, leaving him little time.

Matt thinks, and his ears are working at full capacity, looking for a possible way to live.

Suddenly, his ears moved.

A killer stopped shooting to the south, and Matt also heard a broken bone, and a broken wind approached him quickly.

Matt was terrified.

This guy, can he fly?

His body almost unconsciously left the corner and began to run.

Boom! Boom!

After the four gunshots, Matt grumbled and the whole person rolled on the ground, clamoring in his heart.

His thighs were rubbed by a bullet and a piece of flesh was taken.

It's already big luck.

These assassins were armed with rifles, and if the bullet was hit correctly, Matt's thigh would immediately have a big hole in his leg that would render him incapacitated.

But the bigger crisis came from the man who flew in from the air.

As long as this man is here, Matt won't get away with it, even if he's not hurt.

With Mattena's steely will, you can't help but feel helpless: are you going to die here?

Boom! Boom!

Four killers again launched a second round of attacks, covering Matt's entire body.

Pfft!

After two slightly dull sounds, Matt felt like he was being carried away and moving quickly.

He's stunned.

Those two shots were hit by two bullets... the man who flew in.

This man covered Matt with his body, while the other two bullets were also left undamaged by this "flying man" lifting Matt, leaving him undamaged in the second round of attacks.

Matt, after all, was extraordinary, and he quickly asked, "Who are you? ”

Luke turned a white eye: “Last time I had surgery on you, this time you got hurt again, you were really bold. ”

Matt immediately realized, "puncher? (boxer)”

Luke: "I know, and I'm asking, are you stupid to be shot with a sniper? ”

In just two short sentences, they rushed a few dozen meters and hid behind an apartment building.

A minute later, Matt frowned and endured the stench coming from the tip of his nose, whispering: “Thank you. ”

Luke: “It stinks here, but it's safer than staying up there and getting beaten up like rabbits by a bunch of people, right? ”

Matt could only nod his head and smell himself too acutely, and he was helpless.

And that's why he rarely used to drill around in the sewer like a mouse.

He prefers to stay on the roof to drill the sewer.

There's so much air, it's easy for him to listen further away.

Two minutes later, the torture was finally over.

He was dragged out of the sewer by Luke and into a room in the apartment building next to him.

When he entered the room, Luke found a medical box, cut Matt's pants leg open, and looked at his injuries.