Super Detective in the Fictional World

At this point, Wade has followed the established route, running back into the corner of the park, a small peninsula on a large lake.

Killers are getting excited, too.

It's a dead end.

As long as the smiley man dares to dive, they can wait by the lake and shoot this skinhead, he can't hide.

The speed at which people move in water is not comparable to that of land, especially for high-speed players like Smiley Faces, which almost gives up their greatest advantage.

Without diving, he could only move on this narrow peninsula, and a sharp reduction in space would also wipe out more than half of his high-speed mobility.

The rest of the killers are not-so-low leaders, almost all of whom have noticed this.

The key moment to grab the head is coming! All killers have this idea in their minds.

They all began to push themselves subconsciously into the peninsula, but cautiously they kept their positions on a horizon similar to that of temporary associates.

Nobody dares to give their backs to their temporary accomplices, and nobody wants to get slaughtered too hard by smiley faces.

The more you end up, the more careful you are.

That's when Wade finally retreated to the lake.

Unexpected by all the killers, he did not hesitate to stick his head in the lake.

The killers stunned and finally gave up their distance and began to jump to the shore near him.

Smiley people dive, dramatically reducing their vigilance with each other.

Even if the smiley man dives, he will be in despair, but at this moment everyone loses this goal, any ideas are superfluous.

The lake is not small, and there are few people who might be re-landed by the smiley face to kill them.

Luke's Bingo sounded and his figure suddenly turned from transparent to real.

The V-shaped uniform is exceptionally neat and the hat is stable.

Wade's hat is long gone, and the V he plays in the second half is almost as miserable as pissing his ass off.

He raised his head and took a deep breath of killing air on a cold night, mumbling in Luke's mouth: "The dust returns to dust, the dust returns to dust, the way to go, cannot be left behind. ”

His voice was not loud, but he did not deliberately conceal it, and a killer more than 10 metres away heard a slight movement and turned his head vigilantly.

When Luke's body was in his eyes, he was covered in cold hair.

Smiley!

He opens his mouth and wants to call.

Pfft!

The killer's head slipped and his body hit half a whirlpool, pounding all over the floor.

“Life is just a journey, no matter how sad or surprised you are.” Luke mumbled, his footsteps seemed relaxed, but he was incredibly fast and made minimal moves.

Another killer heard the gunshot and noticed the falling killer in the corner of his eyes. He felt the man's movements were huge and glanced at him with vigilance.

He was stunned when he saw Luke's figure.

At this point, he was at a far worse level than he was, and he made a fatal mistake.

Of course, there will be no difference in their outcome.

Luke was just between his eyes, at a distance of about 10 meters, and a black scythe swept through the darkness and was flying at his face.

Pfft!

Another body fell to the ground.

By then, his whereabouts were no longer concealed.

The rest of the killers are quite alert.

Luke's move to kill two people, one by one, was slightly more pronounced at a moment when the gunfire was essentially at rest.

Even though their location was quite far from the sound of the gunshot, some people looked at it.

And after they saw Luke, they all had a ghost look on their face.

A handful of people couldn't help but look to the lake again, then to Luke, their heads twisting back and forth, seemed to be making sure that the smiling face who had just jumped from the lake was not a hallucination.

Luke's actions accelerated suddenly, with two silver Colt revolvers in his hand and an almost entirely black shape forming a sharp contrast, pulling a faint shadow in front of him.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Eleven rounds of bullets were fired from the gunpoint, but the series of gunshots had a strong rhythm. Six of the gunshots of Colt's giant python, five of the gunshots of Colt's King Cobra were caught.

Keeping the half-arc against the lake, the killers instantly fell a corner.

And Luke officially occupies the key position - the exit of the small peninsula.

All the killers were locked up in this little peninsula cage, where Wade was and where they are now.

But the killers didn't realize that.

Because there are so many of them.

Wade reversed the killing of eight people, and Luke only killed the group at the perimeter post, adding up to only 39.

Luke still faces 87 people at this moment.

Eighty-seven to one!

Even if the killers were cautious, they could not create the “illusion” of being surrounded.

Besides, they are the best in the industry.

Luke, these two revolvers, they just need a glance to recognize the approximate model.

After the twelve shots just now, the smiley man could only hold two empty guns.

At this point, there was finally a quick-responsive killer shouting: “Careful! They're not alone, they have two smiling faces! ”

Most of the killers who haven't figured it out, wake up immediately.

Whether it's Luke's double-gun revolver at the moment, the Zorro hat that's still on his head, or the near-spotless gear on his body, proves he's not the guy who just got his ass kicked.

The corner of the mouth inside Luke's mask rose, and the mouth said not slowly: "The answer is correct. You, the first lucky audience! ”

Saying, the King Colt Cobra in his hand fluttered.

Pfft!

A bullet pulled out an arc halfway through the air and eventually turned to nearly 90 degrees, shooting into the head of the killer hiding behind a large tree.

He was the fastest responder and the first lucky audience to break the truth.

And he, too, was the first lucky audience to die on the spot, picked out by Luke among 87 people.

The killers are stunned again: Huh? What about a revolver with six rounds? Is this a specialty with seven rounds?

Boom!

Colt Python's muzzle sparked a flame, and a killer who had just taken the HK416 was beaten out.

The killers continue to be shocked: seven rounds in both hands? What the hell is this freak revolver?

Luke's figure moved fast, turning into a tortuous and blurred shadow in the dark, quickly approaching the crowd.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Just pressed backwards, trying to take his killer's wheat cut in front of him, and dropped another ten.

Everyone was covered in cold hair, and the most sensitive string in their hearts was touched: super master!

No, no, no!

The first smiley face who was just run off was definitely also a super expert.

But compared to the second smiley face now, it's at least one grade worse.

Legendary killer!

The word flashed almost simultaneously in everyone's mind.