Super Detective in the Fictional World

This is not futile.

This is how the previous elementary mind and the elementary extinction were inspired.

Now this experiment, it may be possible to create a powerful mental capability, from auxiliary to assault.

Mental ability to deal with foreign enemies may be bad, but if used against enemies inside humans, it is the top weapon, far more powerful than a gun thermal weapon.

If Luke had Kilgrave's original male and female full control, it would be easy to live in the world without a system.

That's the best choice for low-key and behind-the-scenes demons.

Of course, the system is better. You don't have to focus on fights to calculate others, do your own thing, and work hard to paint experience points to become stronger.

Thinking about it, he finally looked at Jessica lying on the sofa, laughing at the corner of her mouth and falling asleep, shaking her head and laughing: "I hope you're lucky. ”

In Jessica's situation, it would be better if she lived like this.

It is worse to feel pain and despair soberly.

The same person as her was Molly, the same Kilgrave victim, which is why he chose them as experiments.

They're like terminally ill patients, and if they can't be cured, it's better to just die and drag them down all the time.

Of course, it's not glorious to help people make decisions.

Luke will compensate these people in other ways.

However, he hesitated for a moment to pull out the paper and pen, write a message and stick it inside the shiny door.

People, they still need a little pressure, and alcoholics are no exception.

At night, he walked out of the office and drove home.

Boom, boom, boom!

A few pieces of gunfire, a little far away.

But the neighborhood was empty, and the gunshots came without any cover.

Luke speeds up the car slightly, close to where the gunshot sounds.

If you meet a murderer, it's a good income.

If the gangsters are on fire, both sides clean up together = good income x 2.

He really doesn't mind earning a few hundred more experience points on his way home.

When he came outside an old garage, he smelled a lot of blood.

Even from over a hundred meters away, a bloody smell moved in here.

According to the scent trajectory, someone in a truck bled a lot and went in here.

Now, of course, there's more blood in the garage, at least seven or eight people.

And the battle, it's over.

The gunshots Luke just heard were the end.

Microdrones were released from storage and flown into the garage.

Looking at the person on the scene, he stunned, spinning as if to relieve himself of his burden, exhaling for a long time: “I finally found you! Frank Custer. ”

For a while, he almost wanted to laugh.

This is going to be his heart attack.

Luke wasn't all-powerful, he couldn't possibly look for whomever he wanted, but Robert owed a lot, and the only one who had to be insured was Frank.

He also knew that Frank had undergone a huge change, that his wife and children had died all night, that he had almost died and that he had disappeared quietly.

He was afraid to tell Robert about it and was afraid that Robert would come back to the mountain.

Now, Frank Custer is alive.

There is vengeance, there is resentment, and the righteous master is not dead. Of course, it is only painful to want revenge personally.

Luke had enough gas to hold this guy, and Robert had to honestly raise Catherine at home.

When he stopped, he stepped into the garage and even sang: “… IthinkIdiditagain, Imadeyoubelievewe 'remorethanjustfriends...”

The middle-aged man who was checking the garage building for leaking fish frowned and suddenly turned around, holding up the shotgun in his hand and pointing it at the person walking in the door.

But he didn't shoot.

They started humming more than 20 meters away, not loud, but not small.

Whether rampant or otherwise, it means no sneak attack.

Without a sneak attack, that's something.

He kills countless people, but he doesn't kill innocents.

The man in the grey black hooded sweatshirt stopped 10 meters away and said, “I've been looking for you for a long time, Francisco - Fortress, and the grey rabbit asked me to take him to greet you. ”

Frank Custer's heart moves and his face remains apathetic: "Who are you? ”

Luke smiled softly: "You can call me puncher! ”

Frank's face went down and the trigger in his hand was already pulling: “Are you investigating me? ”

Luke: "Kind of. Looks like you need a little help to get... revenge? ”

His gaze swept around several of the bodies of the bandits: "If I'm not mistaken. ”

Frank: “What do you know? ”

Luke: "Your family, there's been a big change, they... hmm? ”

Boom!

The shotgun suddenly fired, but Luke's figure flattened by a meter, dodging the gun.

He was helpless: "Hey, I told you the gray rabbit asked me to help you, you hit me! ”

Frank was blushing: "You're one of them before you know it! ”

Boom! Boom!

Three shotguns were all emptied, and the bullets clanked around the car's iron leather and parts.

Luke had suddenly slipped into a truck and scratched his head: … I knew something had happened to your family.

Of course, he understands what Frank means.

Anyone unrelated to his family's death is almost impossible to trace to him, as it has been almost two years.

Besides, Frank's mental problems aren't any lighter than Jessica's. In his heart he thought, his whole person jumped up gently, borrowed on the side of the truck, and went around the back of the truck.

And Frank just came out of the front of the car.

Boom!

Again, the gun is empty.

Primary acoustic wave + psychic communication + basic hypnosis activated, Luke fluently explained: “It was the Grey Rabbit who wanted to contact you, and I investigated it for a long time before I found a record in the police station and hospital. And the Grey Rabbit won't hurt your family, will it? ”

Frank's irritable mind, like being drained with a glass of water, instantly sobered up a lot.

His discharge files were kept confidential, and the Grey Rabbit and he worked with a secret army.

The gangs that killed his family were unlikely to find this highly classified information, and they were less capable of doing so.

No, the gang didn't know who he was, and they didn't want to investigate it. Otherwise he would have killed so many people, and the gangs should have suspected.

So... you hit the wrong person yourself? Frank hesitated.

Luke continued his mental assault with his mouth cannon: “At least let me finish. The Grey Rabbit said his name would keep him alive, so why did you come up here and shoot me? ”

Frank listened and hesitated.