Super Detective in the Fictional World

A legendary killer, a terror that basically appears only in legend.

They also have many more aliases, such as superior, non-human, or… the King of Killers!

The feeling of over-electric surged on the crowd and the hair rose upside down.

That's the fear and awe created by the subconscious when predators face super predators far beyond themselves!

But Luke didn't give them any hesitation.

Just for a tenth of a second, powerful mental power manipulated the storage space's release function, removing the empty shell from the King Colt Cobra, and instantly filling it with six bullets.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The silver body burst in the night with a brilliant flame of gunfire, sweeping into all obstacles as he plunged into his body.

Once again, the killer on the arc is missing a small piece.

The remainder of the killers were in shock, and most of them had stopped moving forward and turned to the nearest bunker.

The stupidest thing to face a legendary killer is to face the war.

Because whoever's opposite him is bound to die first.

This is an iron law that countless rookie killers and bodyguards have proven with hundreds of lives and blood.

Nobody wants to be the first to die.

Luke reloaded again for a tenth of a second, and Colt Python caught fire.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

In the gunfire, the split leaf chips of the flowers and trees scattered, and all six slow-step assassins were shot in the face door or neck.

Most of these guys were wearing bulletproof vests and hit the chest with the most minor injuries.

Luke was aiming at facial doors and necks that were unprotected by bulletproof vests.

High-speed breakthroughs have kept him within 20 meters of all six targets.

This distance falls within the range of his pistol, which is harder to hit than to hit.

Supported by Spirit 40, his brain is as calm and sober as this snowy New York winter night, hitting this batch of targets in turn, while still having room to judge the next move.

Compared to Spirit 20, this CPU of the brain is upgraded from a single-core dual-thread to a quad-core quad-thread.

At a time when two guns shot multiple targets at high speeds and slightly affected each other's hits and speeds, the two guns seemed to become two solo, yet perfectly assigned shooting procedures.

The resulting killing power can only be seen from the fact that the opposite assassin regiment, even with the number of nearly ninety men, was instantly forced to flee by him. One, two.

In addition, his brain can quickly distinguish each individual killer, match them to the combat traits observed in the previous fifteen minutes, and make simple targeted attacks.

A killer across the street who didn't shoot much and liked to shoot after ten or nine shots stabilized, he found that Luke was moving at an incredible speed.

The gun in his hand hesitated for half a second and didn't fire.

Then a bullet flew in and hit him in the head, and he no longer had to think about when to fire.

Another killer, who likes to shoot three or five rounds lightly, finds that his bullets are always just behind Luke, one or two beats away.

Without waiting for him to adjust his condition, he also took a bullet and couldn't land.

Other people who like to fight slightly closer, who like to pull away, who like to play tricks, who like to spell hard, have similar feelings.

This is the qualitative change brought about by Spirit 40.

Luke changes his movement and attack rhythm several times in a second.

Even dozens of elite killers across the street still can't catch the right spot in the rhythm to fire.

As a result, their shooting was either hesitant or reckless and always difficult to hit Luke.

And what's even scarier is that they all quickly discovered a strange thing —— how do two revolvers fire a fully automatic weapon without changing ammunition?

From the first twelve rounds to the fourth twelve rounds now, the smiley face fired two revolvers in a row without any changeover space.

If they were single-handed, they might also be able to imagine each other swapping guns for ammunition.

But how does a man with only two hands change two revolvers at the same time? This is not scientific.

Ordinary people may be pushy, but these knowledgeable veteran elites almost immediately think of a possibility - the psychic!

As soon as this idea emerged, everyone was cold, and many people even yelled at each other while they were thinking about it.

Killing a psychic and killing an ordinary person is simply the same thing.

Kill a legendary killer with superpowers? I'm sorry, they've never done this before.

Alternatively, they are simply not eligible for such assignments.

Once such a mission has emerged, it must recruit a larger number of killers of a higher rank than they are, plan them more carefully and raid each other with absolute numbers and environmental advantages.

That's the chance of success.

Legendary killers and superpowers work together, and strength is not 1 +1, it's 2 x 2, or even 10 x 10.

And their strength, at most, counts as 1.

A hundred of them, taken together, are not necessarily capable of confronting this existence.

Quickly, the killers who figured it out did not hesitate to start leaving the battlefield.

At the same time, a few blackish things flew near Luke.

Not surprisingly, Luke had been using only half of his power and had finally blown up a small pit of ground soil in a dull blast.

His figure also moved rapidly and instantly disappeared from the sight of the killers.

Boom! Boom!

Four consecutive explosions sounded, and two iron pineapples scattered fragments of the sky, covering much of the space.

The other two flashes shocked the white light of the blind dog's eyes and the loud sound of pausing heartbeats.

At one point, Luke's double-gun fire was suppressed.

At this point, the great weakness of the killer regiment was completely exposed.

Not all of our companions, the attack will not assist each other, and the assassins launched before the retreat are not aware of the danger of others, even deliberately without warning.

Two flash bounces and two iron pineapples just threw them out of nowhere.

With the exception of more than a dozen killers, including throwers, who evaded the surprise attack, most of the others were affected by the pond fish.

In particular, two flash bombs blinded at least 30 dogs, and more than a dozen others were injured by fragments or overwhelmed by loud noises.

Several grumpy killers shouted outrageously.

At the moment they are affected, they know that their chances of survival are almost nil.

The only hope is that the horrible number two smiley face will also be affected.

Unfortunately, this cannot happen.

Electronic radio headset + automatic filtering of strong light eyeglasses + full version of bulletproof jacket, triple protection under Luke just feels like several places on his body have been hit by fragments, that force can't even form a bruise.