Super Detective in the Fictional World

In the killer industry, it's not uncommon to have a pair or a threesome.

Many people have significant deficiencies in their abilities in certain areas, and acting alone is likely to be a third-class level.

But with the right teammates, you can enter the first class.

First-class and third-class killers can perform different tasks and receive huge differences in remuneration.

So even if it's hard for the killers to trust someone, there are still a lot of people who choose to form a team.

Killers in this group of operations are also quite troublesome for Luke.

In most of these combinations, there is a person with the role of observer or deputy.

This person will devote most of his or her energy to finding out what is missing, as well as keeping an eye out for unexpected situations and retreats.

This is a huge obstacle to Luke's black shooting.

After all, these people are professionals, have outstanding abilities, are discreet and suspicious, and are not comparable to ordinary people.

Selena would have warned him specifically.

Tonight, she won't do it herself, she'll have to remind him.

But her mission is important.

At this moment, in the high altitude of Staten Island, a medium-sized drone has been transformed into a distorted shadow that flies at even speeds over Muddy Pond Park.

It belongs to fixed-wing drones rather than the most common rotary-wing type of small drones.

Battery power allows it to emit virtually no noise, and the heat source signal is greatly attenuated, along with optical camouflage and anti-electronic detection coatings, which are a genuine all-invisible drone.

This is also a new product that Luke recently tested and used to provide battlefield support for today's war.

So Selena is his combat intelligence center.

In addition to manipulating the drone, she needs to monitor the movements of all parties, such as the NYPD, the FBI, and possibly Kim Jong-man's reactions, to keep Luke alert and assist him in dealing with certain unexpected situations.

These tasks are not easy at all, even the gold pieces are by her side, ready to help.

At this moment, Luke, in a state of invisibility, suddenly looked up into the dark sky.

Dots of tiny white particles dropped quietly and gradually caged all over New York City.

“It's snowing.” Luke mumbled.

Reaching out his hand and catching the granular foam, he silently whispered for a moment: "This first snow of 2004 came a little later than ever! ”

Selena watched the surveillance over there, grabbed the cupcake on the side and ate it, saying secretly: Here we go again!

She has discovered that every time Luke operates with a V vest, he always becomes different... poetic?

Or pretend to be cool? That's what happened anyway.

So, she could barf in silence at his sudden sadness and sadness.

Wade had been sneaking around Mud Tank Park for almost 10 minutes as the two prepared for the final pre-war adjustment.

Compared to the careless and sloppy morning, he can only envy and envy the equipment on his body at this moment.

In fact, after Vanessa left for work this afternoon, Wade put on the V-shaped uniform again.

Having temporary privileges, he did not hesitate to change the auxiliary system sound to… SpongeBob's voice.

And he insisted that this SpongeBob change the name "user” to -- octopus.

SpongeBob is reporting with that joyous voice: "Octopus, the killer group is on the move and is on its way here, please be vigilant. ”

Wade cares about his hands and his waist, and one foot doesn't forget to rub it on the ground: "Shit, who threw up toffee? It's all on my soles. It's really unqualified. ”

Speaking of which, he sighed again: "Who designed this thing? Why can't you eat? I should have chewed gum first. ”

He didn't think about how the mask spit gum out.

In fact, Luke's authentic V-shaped uniform does eat, but it omits most of the functionality for Wade's minimalist suit.

Anyway, it's just for this guy once. Why are you making it so comfortable?

Luke didn't use a tight design in his uniform, and strangled his limbs, all of which were kind-hearted and uncontested.

“Sniper spotted. Target two o'clock, 320 meters.” The auxiliary system was suddenly prompted.

Wade glanced at the little red dots marked on the lens and spat out his mouth: “Humph, it's only two million rewards that run so aggressively, it's a poor ghost at first glance. ”

Monetary superiority of an outburst household, oil comes alive.

Nevertheless, his figure had begun to move and he had fallen into the bushes on the edge.

Boom!

A bullet was fired in the position where he had just stood.

Wade turned his head as he ran and looked at it. He was even more disheartened: “I actually missed it, bad reviews. ”

As he was pretending, his body poured and the whole person fell forward.

“WTF!” Wade scolded annoyingly, one rolled into the deeper part of the shrub, his hands kept rubbing behind him: “This is definitely a turning too much, actually beating people here! ”

Luke looked at Wade rubbing his hands behind his back and couldn't help shaking his head: this is so fucking embarrassing.

Forget it, as long as we kill everyone, nobody knows what V is ashamed of. In his mind, the transparent shadow drifted silently down the hill.

Barry looked at the smiling man who jumped into the woods alive, scolded him and picked up his sniper gun and started moving.

The Continental Hotel has committed itself to notarization due to the overcrowding of participants in this bounty mission.

As long as there is valid evidence that the target was killed by himself, a reward can be awarded, not judged by the body of the other party.

So the hands are fast and the hands are slow.

People like Barry, who specialize in mid-range sniping, are more of a nourishment.

With his luck, maybe a few shots could put that $2 million reward in the bag without risking anything.

Smiley wants to kill him, but he also has to run a few hundred meters and deal with other killers within that distance.

However, Barry switched places after firing the gun in a cautious manner.

Don't put your life in the good hands of others.

V may not be able to kill him, but other competitors don't mind doing so, after all, his sniping is too cheap.

So Barry moved into the shadow of a small bungalow's top attic and started locking that smiley face again.

Just as he worked, a clear shadow approached the attic in the dark.

Suddenly, Barry felt dark in front of him and seemed to be covered in something.

Before he could react, he was hit in the back of the head.

A second later, this attic was shadowed back into the empty, and Barry had been outfitted and completely disappeared into the world.

With these two gunshots, the Mud Tank Park Crowd Door officially opened the scene after the killer's famous psychic event.