Super Detective in the Fictional World

When you think about it, Dustin turns the case over to his two most trusted Luke men.

The two men are steady and flexible, and there is plenty of gas to face the Tarasovs.

As long as the revenge killings are concluded as soon as possible, no one will pursue them. After all, there is no need for NYPD to help gangs claim revenge.

In fact, it was the Tarasov family's enemies who swung too hard to rush in last night during the night club's liveliest hour, and the fighting between the two sides ran through bars, dining halls, swimming pools, leaving behind piles of bodies and hundreds of witnesses.

To say the least, when NYPD arrived, no body was found to be relieved.

No body is the best thing, otherwise it has to be on the national news again.

Now, no bodies? There's no body. You guys cover Dick! Maybe they're shooting!

At this point, the gang's position with NYPD is almost identical - journalists, paparazzi, whatever, is the most annoying.

The two drove to the night club in Brooklyn, looking at the four black suits standing at the door in the dark red shirt, Serena whispered: “They're sending more men, usually just two. ”

Luke said, “Two more shots at their enemy. ”

A man stormed into the night club and killed 20 members of the Tarasov family, a force that exploded considerably.

But the Tarasovs have so many people that they can die.

Two people parked at the gate, stood in front of the meter, ready to coin, and a black suit walked in disgrace: "Get the car out of the way here. ”

Selena didn't even look at him and felt herself feel two coins stuck in the meter.

Luke looked pale and took out his badge wallet: "NYPD, come to investigate last night's shooting. ”

The black suit frowned: “Haven't you been here? ”

Luke picked up a business card and shook it between his fingers: "The phones in the Director's office and the Internal Affairs office are all here. If you're not satisfied, call to complain. Want to? ”

Black suit: “…”

The Tarasovs hung again and did not have the courage to publicly direct the NYPD case. Don't say he was just a doorman.

Blackface, he didn't pick up the card, turned around and went back to the front door, holding the walkie-talkie for a few words.

Luke walked into the door, quietly inside, invisible.

But walking into the bar closest to the gate, crossing the yellow seal, the two of them discovered the anomaly.

Though there are all sorts of knockouts, broken bottles, there is no blood.

Luke's nose also smells bloody with the smell of bleach powder.

Selena frowned: "Are they sabotaging the crime scene? ”

Luke: "Destroying the scene is a lot less than killing people for drug trafficking, and people don't care. ”

Selena immediately.

They didn't come to avenge the gang members anyway, so if the Tarasovs want to wash up, wash up and keep them out of trouble.

The two walked slowly around the bar and headed deeper into the Di Hall.

The pair of sunglasses are already automatically gathering information and combining clues to partially recover the incident, the main character being the fierce man who killed more than 20 people.

Looking at the lines of action and battle analysis projected by the sunglasses, Selena snapped: “This man is strong. Most of the fighting took place at close range, and even with widows, his reaction always seemed to be one step ahead of the others, hitting the bodyguards in Tarasov first. ”

Luke nodded: “According to some witnesses, almost all Tarasov's men were shot in the body first, then shot in the head, and this guy was professional. This technique is more commonly used by mercenaries, but they are accustomed to preparing powerful firepower and sufficient weapons on mixed battlefields, and few will fight alone. ”

Selena: "So, is this a lone wolf mercenary or a bloodthirsty killer? ”

Luke: “It's pretty much the same. He's not afraid to die anyway. ”

Selena nodded in agreement.

She is already studying Luke's martial arts, which are similar to the dagger battles in cold weapons and extremely dangerous.

A son is wrong, and his life is in danger.

But this man dared to rush into Tarasov's lair, killing more than twenty people, and that was really not to fear death.

Around, there was no one in the hotel to stop them.

But Luke knew that there were a lot of people hiding in certain corners, watching them secretly.

These people also carry a variety of cleaning tools, which also have the smell of bleach powder and blood.

Before the two men came in, these men were washing their floors wildly.

Obviously, they didn't want to get revenge on their dead accomplices, either, but nobody came up here to do much.

If you get into NYPD and can't find the god killer, it's possible to pack up the Tarasovs.

In the face of one of the largest violent law enforcement agencies in the United States, the Tarasovs need not and will not cause trouble.

In less than twenty minutes, Luke and the others walked out of this nightclub.

The four black suits at the door sent two people to the car to leave, and the walkie-talkie informed the partner: "Those two cops are gone, you can keep cleaning up. ”

Selena: "Any leads? ”

Luke: "You want to find this super killer? ”

Selena nodded and shook her head: “Just a little curious to know who he was, but it had nothing to do with solving the case. ”

Luke knows she's a little happy to see you.

She is studying martial arts and is very interested in the close-knit martial arts used by this super killer.

Luke: “If you see him, I'll show you. ”

In the talking room, the car headed east.

Luke is going to the Nassau County lab today and the two of them can stay there for a few days to do some "post-war” analysis and research.

The car drove a long way, bypassing the Brooklyn District Court and entering a less populated area.

Boom, boom, boom!

A burst of gunfire rang not far away.

The two frowned and Luke hit the steering wheel and drove to the place where the gunshot came from.

Selena has removed the vest from the front compartment and put it on.

If it was an ordinary shooting, she and Luke both had special vests close to them.

But now the gun statement is an automatic firefight, the NYPD logo bulletproof suit can effectively avoid the suspicion of being shot without a bulletproof vest.

Almost while Selena was wearing a bulletproof vest, Luke pulled over in the right place.

He put a bulletproof vest on his body, and Selena had operated the drone, and she immediately said, “At the church. Well, this guy's pretty tough. ”

Luke glued to the nylon buckle of the bulletproof vest and also looked at the drone on the central control screen. He shouted softly and slowly.

Selena: “What's wrong? ”

Luke: "Find out if those redshirts belong to the Tarasovs. ”

Selena immediately entered the instruction and asked, "What did you find? ”

Luke suddenly relaxed and must have known something.