Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke frowned, but took out his gun and dropped a half-stopped window.

This is New Jersey, the villa is full of dead people.

If it was not necessary, he would not have fired and would not have been investigated repeatedly by the New Jersey police, but he would not have liked to see the police officers on official business shut down.

On the drone, the man got up a little difficult and walked up and opened the door.

“Good evening, John.” The patrol officer greeted him on his own initiative.

“Good evening, Jimmy. A neighbor complaining about the noise?” The man named John responded with a generous face.

On the drone, the pistol he was carrying behind didn't move.

The patrol officer swallowed the spot slowly: "Yes, it was a little noisy.” Then he slipped his head and looked into the void beside the man, John, and saw a body in a black suit lying on the floor.

John turned around and looked.

Luke raised the gun in his hand, but just put it in a half-driven window and didn't aim.

If this John wants to kill himself, this should be the time.

The patrol sighed and took off his hat and scratched his head: "Are you working again? ”

John was faint: "No, just clearing things up. ”

Patrol: “Wow, that's right. Well, then, good night, John.” With his hat on, he turned around and left.

His speed and previous hasn't changed much.

Luke could see from the side of the car that the patrol cop didn't mean to be nervous, but instead had a "yes" look on his face.

Apparently, the patrol officer knew John's bottom and was not surprised by the death in his house.

Luke watched the patrol get in the car and leave. He also retracted his pistol and raised the window.

John at the door of the villa looked over at the Ford, but the windows were already closed, and he couldn't see the dark Luke.

He frowned and closed the door.

There may be someone in the car who hears the noise, but it doesn't matter if the person can't see what's going on in the villa.

Luke manipulated it for a moment and parked the drone in a corner of the basement, making it a fixed surveillance, which helped the soft woman painter in her arms and put it back in the co-pilot: "Well, I can't wait to go back to your bedroom for coffee. ”

Elena slapped him, but the look on her face had no objection, interpreting the word "heart" completely.

Ford starts, turns a turn, drives another kilometer, and is not far from Parander College.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Elena looked forward to the right in surprise, but could not see the distant situation, and she had exhaled softly in her mouth: “Is this… gunfire? ”

Luke's got a bit of an egg ache: Wang Defa! Since when is New Jersey so insecure?

And he immediately said, "... get down and lean on my side, don't look up. ”

Meanwhile, he immediately turned off the lights and slowed down to pull over.

The shot was really too close.

And from the moment Luke heard the gunshots, to the moment he stopped the car, the gunshots had sounded hundreds of times.

Luke's already figured out that that was at least five rifles shooting simultaneously. Is that crazy?

Although this is a suburb of North Bergen, is it really okay to make such a big scene?

That John was at home, a pair of twelves, and he didn't make such a big move.

Is it the army? Or... mercenaries? He's thinking about releasing the microdrone for the second time tonight.

The drone crossed the woods lightly and saw 10 people surrounded by a two-story small building with rifles in their hands, alternately firing and pushing toward the small building.

Luke looked at these people and shouted softly.

The ten men also wore blackheads and black clothes, but they wore professional combat uniforms while wearing bulletproof vests and even inserts.

The weapons in their hands, Luke at first glance, revealed the M4A1, AR-15 and the dead and expensive HK416, all specially designed and fine-tuned by himself.

Compared to the twelve masked black suits that died in Villa John, there are a bunch of black uniforms that are real professionals and clearly military roads.

No wonder it's so simple and rude! Luke muttered in his heart, manipulating the drone to sneak into the house where the bullets flew.

Only the kitchen door fell three black fights, obviously with the outside.

A head went into the kitchen door panel and hung it like that.

The angle at which a head is drooling is weird and the neck bone is obviously broken.

The last one was stiff and empty in a syringe around his neck.

Luke smashes it, smashes it: “This is interesting. ”

Elena couldn't help but whisper, "You don't want to go, do you? It's too dangerous. ”

Luke rubbed her earlobes with his bare hands: "Hey, this is NYPD, not the New Jersey police, I don't have law enforcement authority here. ”

Elena was relieved: “What about you? ”

Luke: “Don't worry, I already texted the police. ”

Elena, uh, sounded a little awkward, but she wasn't saying anything about this, which should be a very standard answer.

Luke wasn't in a hurry.

Obviously, like that John, the inhabitants of this little building are not ordinary people.

Three black combat suits have been laid inside, indicating that the man is at least not unprepared.

Luke gently kneaded the earlobes of the future painter with one hand, and the other quickly manipulated the drone around the house, just like he did a while ago.

The drone again found an open basement entrance.

He smashed it, smashed it, smashed it: "No way! Another basement? ”

The drone flew in uninterrupted.

A moment later, Luke had a strange complexion.

On the picture, this basement has nothing in common with the basement of Villa John just now, but there's an eight-pound hammer thrown on the ground, then a piece of broken cement floor, and... a small box that opens below the ground.

Apart from the different sizes of the boxes and the absence of residual weapons and gold coins in them, the rest is almost a reprint of the Villa John basement.

“What a coincidence.” Luke muttered, "Is it possible that every old man has this kind of secret in his basement? Besides, do they always like to pick up a big hammer when the enemy arrives? ”

Next, what happened in the building was similar to what happened in John's villa, and the ten black uniforms that entered the building were exterminated less than five minutes later.

The skinhead in his pajamas and barefoot board was terrible.

Though his strength and speed were not exaggerated, by leaning close to the prediction of the Unobtrusive Prophet, he left silently and let ten black battle suits voluntarily send his head to his gunpoint.

One shot at a time, that p226 didn't even need a magazine change to kill ten black uniforms.

Then this bald man, about fifty years old, picked up his packed little backpack and got up and left.

After he left the house, the small building, which had been swept by a rifle, burst into flames and set foot on a large roof.

The skinhead didn't go back, got in the car and left. A pair of "real men never look back at the explosion” pies.