Super Detective in the Fictional World

Several killers killed, with the consequence that more than half of their "peers" instantly lost their fighting power.

It was a complete line of defense, like a sand pile under a flood, with only a little bubble residue after a big wave.

Luke was kind enough to reorient the attack, assist him with these attacks, relieve most of the killers of possible "temporary teammates” and send warm greetings.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Twelve shots were fired in a row, more than a dozen unharmed, and the killers who were fleeing fell in turn.

Luke read his mind and Colt the King Cobra changed again.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Running past the last four runaway killers, almost shooting at each of them in the head, Luke stopped.

Looking around, he slowly pulled out the revolver and began the process of the first regular bomb change tonight.

The London cavity of that mouthful of tunnels gently echoes in the winter night park as the cold wind and snow drift away: "I hear echoes, coming from the valley and from the heart. Harvest empty souls with lonely sickles. Repeating the decision, repeating happiness...”

Death in the hearts of those who are either blind or blown to the streets.

As soon as they listen to this London cavity, they understand.

This is the Lord!

London poetry, poetry, homicide, authentic smiley face homicide trilogy!

And those two infinitely bullet-like revolvers, bullet-free terror projectiles, and a comfortable, smokeless gesture of movement, are all perfectly in line with intelligence.

Electric flint room, the killers lying on the ground can't help but recall just now.

The first smiley face didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, the weapon was a long knife and a sand eagle, moving at an equally frightening speed, but the style was extremely obscene.

Well, there are two different people.

It's just that the two smiley faces are too powerful, the fighting is intense and brief, and they have no time to think about it.

Nor does anyone stipulate that a smiley face who would have liked to read poetry would have met more than a hundred professional masters and could have kept the beeping, continue to read poetry and pretend to die.

Fucking piss to meet their expectations.

Now, the Lord is appearing.

They only discovered that a real smiley face can still pretend, for example, to be accompanied by wind, even in the face of nearly a hundred professional killers.

They're nothing but props for each other.

“I believe in myself, born like a bright summer flower...”

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

“Undefeated, evil smells like fire...”

Boom, boom, boom!

“Bearing the load of heartbeat and the burden of breathing...”

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

“Have fun! ”

Boom, boom, boom!

In the series of gunshots, Luke sang poetry, like a dancer stepping on a drum point, walking around the scene.

At the end of the last poem, few killers survived on the field.

With his hands crossed and his guns back in, he reached out one hand and caught a falling snowflake: "It's snowing. ”

In the lab, Serena sitting in front of the monitor table, holding half a cake, her slightly grown mouth forgot to bite off, staring at the virtual light screen, the person holding up her hand to catch the snowflake detail.

She always knew Luke was strong.

Dozens of these things can only be counted as someone's routine operation. The limit operation was the hundreds of killings that went to Mexico to clean up the drug lords.

But Luke refreshed her perception again tonight.

One hundred kills, not a grocery bandit, but an elite professional killer.

The difference between winning hundreds of foreign pupils in table tennis and winning a hundred Chinese national teams.

After all, table tennis is a single choice, it's more than a pair.

She thought again that Luke always had a "Grandpa Mercy Look at the Little Granddaughter” look in the face of the power gap she had raised.

Selena understood now and smiled bitterly: This is a topic that we can't really talk about.

Without the complete morphology of the Golden Block Symbiosis, she would only be killed in seconds in the face of this hundred or more killers, with no room to fight back at all.

Even with full morphology, it is easy to be restrained by the flashes of the killers.

By contrast, that bitch Wade was really strong.

Luke was even stronger than he was, making the number of these professional killers meaningless.

“Oh, life, it's so lonely!” A spectacular sigh came from the scene.

Selena finally woke up, holding onto her forehead: "Hey, are you in too deep a play? Hurry up and wash the floor. There are still a few phone calls to the police station saying there is a lot of movement here in the park, you have up to 30 minutes to wash the floor, remember to wash up. ”

Luke woke up with her words and shook his head with a smile.

He walked up to a killer and looked down slightly at her and smiled softly: "Don't disguise yourself. That shot hit only the bulletproof plate in your chest, and unless you have a serious heart attack, it's just one of the most reddish pieces in the moment. ”

Female killer on the ground, still intact.

Luke didn't think, "Go back to the mainland hotel, it's just a little meeting. Now that I'm in New York, I'm standing, and you're on your knees. I'm sitting, you guys are gonna have to get down, just like you are now. ”

After that, he kicked his foot out, his toe gently resting on the back of her head, and the person lying on the ground was all muscled up and truly unconscious.

Luke whispered: “Alas, it's a promise. ”

He thought about it for a moment and eventually decided to leave it with a “messenger” at the mainland hotel.

Its purpose, however, is the exact opposite of that of the message.

This message will only allow Continental Hotels to categorize V as a real enemy and take it seriously.

Luke, why are you doing this? The surge in experience in the system illustrates everything.

Apart from the Continental Hotel, it is difficult for him to meet such “good people" in New York today.

More than a hundred elite little bosses come to the door at once, and there really aren't many big bosses with the ability to rebel.

I just don't know how many experience points there would be to uproot a mainland hotel.

His mind turned to the idea of "wealthy hairdressers”, and he moved fast, carrying “garbage” all over the floor, fatally completing the washing of the floor.

Just now, he wasn't trying to pretend.

In recent months, as more battles have been experienced, Luke has developed the feeling that a team of ordinary humans is approaching zero threat to himself.

Today's battle is extremely well prepared and well documented.

But with the help of Wade, the “teammate," it's easier than you can imagine.

Luke was shot only three times, plus a few pieces.

Again, he was hit because he chose to be more efficient and less dodgy.

And from tonight's results, as long as it's not the regular army that cooperates with foot guns, plus helicopter air support, it won't be much harder for him, whether it's one or two hundred or three or four hundred people, just to differentiate the number of shots fired.

Moreover, Luke's chances of experiencing this situation in the future are almost nil.