Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke was less impatient when he shot this escaped killer, almost on the diagonal.

Stuck in a landscape boulder corner, a killer rushes out of the corner a few seconds later.

Before she could react, she felt dark in front of her eyes, like she was in a cage, her entire face flattened like a wall, and the bones on her face made unusually crisp clicks.

And then there's no more.

From the side, after turning the boulder, the female killer suddenly hid in the air, like a ninja on TV using stealth.

Once again, the world has lost a rare elite female killer.

The transparent shadow is hidden in the dark again, moving towards the next target.

This way, Wade's mouth spits less and less frequently, replacing it with a rushed and heavy wheeze.

At first, he was brave enough to fight in his uniform and Yeti, killing several killers who were anxious to eat hot tofu, which made him very proud for a moment.

But when the eighth killer was shot in the head by his little pistol 25 metres away, none of them proactively approached his dangerous area 50 metres away.

Wade's short-range variable speed sprint, combined with a nearly 50% hit rate within twenty or thirty meters of a pistol, is a terrible enough success rate for this outburst.

That's pretty much how he killed all the dead killers.

As soon as the killer was cautious, Wade suffered.

The other side bullied him entirely with rifle range and did not engage in any close combat with him.

In a way, he also repeated what Lawyer Ma did that night.

Though his rifle had a longer range, it had a maximum of a 40-metre knife that would not have struck the enemy 50 metres away.

Wade's useless knife had long been stuck back, and the pistol had only suppressed shooting, leaving little room for a counterattack.

Fortunately, he was repeatedly asked from the outset to carry at least twenty magazines in the auxiliary system's plan.

On the belt of the V-shaped uniform, the original flying knife socket became a magazine socket.

Wade took a fateful toll on this five-million dollar deal.

He usually does his job, carrying very few five magazines, and now he's only lucky he still has so many bullets.

If he can't kill the other party, but can't even shoot the pistol, then his longest attack method is less than two meters long double knife, making it difficult to escape.

It's less than an hour now, and the remaining two and a half million won't work.

Why don't you have a rifle?

Because the auxiliary system forbids him to carry a rifle, or a machine gun, a rocket-propelled iron pineapple, or something.

Luke gave Wade the V-shaped uniform, how could he be allowed to use these machines? Isn't that stealing experience points with himself?

I hope this guy doesn't die. He deserves a bitter head.

How can you make $5 million without suffering?

Wade struggled to get into a bungalow service area, shrunk into a room and gasped. He said, "A bunch of psychopaths, it's not easy to die, you can choose between me and me! ”

Saying, he couldn't help but feel his hands all over him.

His hands are hurting, his feet are hurting, and more importantly, his back is hurting everywhere.

With his combat consciousness, of course, he tries to shift the attack landing point to the anti-beating area in the back half of his body.

After all, the pain in his extremities greatly affects his shooting and movement, and his back, though equally painful, is still tolerated.

More importantly, Wade doesn't intend to have the front half ready for a bullet shot.

Hit him in the chest upside down. If he hits a fatal knife under the belly, even if the suit is bulletproof, he will have to kneel with his leg clamped.

After all, the strongest Mr. Wade's "key” is strong, but his strength is not in resistance.

Rubbing wildly, he mumbled again: "Vanessa must not be intimidated? My back certainly doesn't look like a speckled dog anymore. ”

At this point, his earpiece sounds a joyous reminder of "SpongeBob": "Octopus, you have five seconds to move, or you will be surrounded. ”

As soon as Wade crawled to the back door, he pulled the door open and ran out, asking, “What time is it? ”

“Seven, fifteen, twenty-seven, twenty-eight seconds.” “SpongeBob" immediately joyfully timed.

Wade toothache: “Isn't that just a quarter past? ”

His appointment with V lasts an hour and starts at 7: 00 and ends at 8: 00.

Fifteen minutes later, he felt like he was losing it.

It is not that he is weak, but that the task is rather egregious, and he cannot use a wide range of weapons to set traps or disengage directly.

Otherwise, Wade could totally lead them into a trap, a wave of A drops most of their opponents, or after a wild breakthrough, and then kill these guys one by one.

Just kill half of them, and the rest of them won't go wild.

Wade's idea was really good, but unfortunately someone who paid didn't want him to rob too many heads.

He was pushed out tonight to get beaten up as a moving target.

At this point, "SpongeBob" suddenly said: "Octopus, you have a new message, please check it out. ”

Wade: “Fako! What the hell... Wait, open it. ”

SpongeBob: “Octopus, please follow the following route to complete disengagement from the battle before commissioning can be deemed to be premature. ——V word.”

Wade: “What? ”

What about the agreed hour? It's only 15 minutes before he leaves. It's disdainful!

Well, forget it, let's skip! Anyway, the big customer said it was commissioned.

He's all over the place now, except for the fact that it hurts almost all the time, which is a little unbearable.

Looking at the route projected by the auxiliary system, he decidedly began to slip away.

This route is not a simple line, and the auxiliary system is always alerting him to adjust speed and direction.

Wade wasn't stupid, and soon he realized why.

By the time he operated on this repeatedly tortuous route, a number of the surrounding killers had been drawn to a fan area.

Compared to the way sesame seeds were distributed on the cake before, this should be… easier to beat all over the net?

However, he was again shot seventy-eight times and wounded in the process of pulling the assassin regiment's position here.

Wade couldn't care less and tried to put the most flesh behind him in the direction of the bullet.

It felt as sour as repeated muscle injections, or the frequency at which the next needle was stuck without pulling out, but he still endured pain and stubbornly proceeded.

Over here, Luke looked out of the battlefield almost like a piss, close to Wade after the escape, and he sighed again: "Sorry, you're all going to die today. ”

All these killers have to do is get out two or three alive, and V gets beaten up and climbs the big news, and it's gonna be a legend, just like this war.

Though V is just a vest, Luke feels like he's going to have a psychological cleansing habit when he thinks about the “big name” of the dirty stream on V's back, which has always beeped high.