Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke had this idea because he was obviously not too strong, but very hidden.

At the same time, this man had a pistol, all stuck in his holster, and he had been fighting Wade in the shooting pit with a very high-end professional camera.

Luke doesn't have to be sensitive to smell, and even a drone doesn't necessarily find him.

This idea is a flash.

Luke almost immediately forgot the bastard, but didn't know that as he disappeared into the world, the surveillance footage in front of someone in Manhattan disappeared.

Nor did he know that some had made up their minds to sit in the mountain watching the tiger fight.

Even if he did, Luke would just laugh.

Anything he lacks, someone pays to buy "weird” or even proactively induce blame to kill him, such “kind people” he really doesn't mind a few more.

After all, he doesn't have much, he has the most vests.

With his vest off, Luke is still that diligent, law-abiding little detective.

Whoever wants to go to war with V, wait.

The choice to start a war is with each other, but it's up to Luke to decide when and where to start a war.

He really likes this weird treatment of a designated time and place.

But now, Luke, who knows nothing about it, is focused on cutting the wheat from the old farmer and is busy living without a word.

The full name of Mutan Park is Mutan State Park Reserve, where vegetation is more similar to the wild.

After all, Staten Island is the least populated of the five New York regions.

Its south-western corner is even more sparsely populated, with large areas without even tall buildings and bungalows just small shops serving tourists in the sanctuary.

At night in the park, there was only one night man at a far entrance, and that night man had long been spent back in town by Luke on the phone.

If the battlefield were chosen here, innocent people would be completely avoided.

In the absence of an audience, no one will naturally call the police, and the fighting here will end with the complete disappearance of one party.

The people of normal society wouldn't know about the war, and that's what Luke wanted most.

Dark things, let it remain silent forever.

This time, Luke employs an external-to-interior cleanup.

He took out the Windmaker before he started cleaning up some of the midrange shooters pulled behind him.

These midrange shooters are much more troublesome than the wind watchers who fall behind them.

They're closer to the battlefield, and a lot of people can see each other.

Of course, no one is foolish enough to expose themselves to the void.

These shooters hide themselves in dark corners, waiting for a deadly blow.

Luke's first aim was a shooter hiding in a big tree.

A shooter in a camouflage costume, hiding in a dense cluster of leaf branches, any movement is small and slow.

Ordinary people may not find him even if they stare at him for half a day.

This is a very patient hunter who hasn't fired a single shot since the beginning.

Unfortunately, there was a hunter with less patience than he did tonight.

While he waited silently for his phone to come out, a special, textured cloak slipped off his head.

It moves so gently and naturally, like a normal cold breeze, avoiding the shooter's frontal view and covering most of him.

If this shooter could see himself from a third person's perspective in the game, he would find himself disappearing from top to bottom.

Boom!

After a very low muffled sound, only the barrel and scope left by the shooter were dragged into the void.

It wasn't until Luke dragged the man completely under the optical camouflage cape that he put the whole thing in storage.

He didn't mean any joy or excitement, just looked at the Eye Experience Points and made sure he didn't kill the wrong person, then touched the next target again.

One killer fired two shots far away, scolding in his mouth, and the cat swiftly shifted its waist.

The smiley face is still far away, he is not worried about the other side fighting back, but he is not very comfortable with his peers.

Life is your own. You must be vigilant.

With this in mind, he squeezed a gap between the bushes on his side, barely sneaking into the bushes from the inside, only at the gunpoint protruding through a gap in the bushes and continuing to look for opportunities.

And just as he entered the bush, the position of the bush behind him also slipped silently and a faintly transparent shadow slipped in.

Boom!

The killer died instantly, blindfolded by an optical camouflage cloak, and then entered the storage space, accompanied by the previous killers.

“One of the assassins left the battlefield and is evacuating. Before you killed his partner, you caught his eye.” Serena's reminder came.

“Got it," Luke answered, heading in the direction of the escaped killer.

With the emergence of the first runaway killer, four or five killers began to evacuate behind them.

Vigorous competition is one thing, but Wade's brutal counterattack also discourages the less determined among these killers.

The chances of getting a reward from dozens of competitors are small, and they accidentally have to be killed backwards.

And the first people who chose to leave, Luke killed their partner.

Without the response of the teammates, their sense of crisis immediately increased.

Sensitivity and suspicion are inevitable in the killer business.

Killers with partners are more likely to fall into this mood.

Luke watched as Wade got chased by a bunch of killers and jumped at another park next door.

He knew this guy wouldn't die.

The headset occasionally switches on the microphone over there. When he hears this guy cursing and spitting, he knows that this guy is far from exhausted, otherwise he won't have the strength to beep blindly.

Luke retreated from the outer and middle circles and stood behind a big tree next to a trail.

A few seconds later, a figure came out of the bushes on the side of the road and wanted to take the trail.

Pfft!

A very faint gunshot sounded and this first runaway killer was shot in the head and immediately fell down.

Luke walked over his body, the cloak covered, and the body disappeared.

He didn't stop, his foot tipped gently, flew up to the middle of a big tree by the road, and the M110 precision rifle reappeared in his hand, pointing at a range already locked.

It took only two seconds to adjust and he gently pulled the trigger.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The muzzle flame with the silencer almost disappeared and the sound was reduced considerably.

By the time the killer looked at this position, Luke had already left the tree.

In the distance, on the door of a car driver's seat, a killer softly lay in the open door, two bullet holes had appeared in his chest and a lot of blood had poured out.

He struggled, pressed his hand against the wound, and tried to pull himself into the car.

But this effort lasts less than ten seconds, and it is over.

Rapid haemorrhage left him completely unconscious and could only soften there, waiting quietly for death to come.