Super Detective in the Fictional World

Frank watched Grotto's back disappear into the dark and couldn't help but ask, “Really let him go? ”

He didn't want to let go of this scumbag, don't say Grotto heard a lot of their conversation, it was easy to leak.

Luke glanced at him: “I'm not interested in arguing with Red about who's right and who's wrong, just let it go. I'm in charge. ”

Frank frowned: “Are you serious? ”

Luke shrugged: “I don't want to turn Red into someone like us. Why did you kill him just now? ”

Frank:... people like us? What's that supposed to mean?

As for Grotto, Frank didn't really care, so the next time he met, he killed him.

Luke didn't want to say much about it, either. He took the polarizer out of his backpack, gave him the wireless headset, gave him a rough indication of how to use it, and he started the action.

“Leave the people out of this, I'll take care of them.” Luke finally gave an order.

“Roger that." Frank simply said, moving quickly, the two broke into the door of the Firebird Bar.

He was in charge of the main attack during the raid and Luke cooperated with the support.

A microdrone that dives in one step in advance labels all targets on the lens, with a simple line topography with red dots on the enemy, yellow dots on irrelevant people, and green dots on teammates.

Everything is similar to cheating players with perspective hanging on.

Frank has never played with such high-tech equipment, but he has used it many times with worse functionality, and he has more than enough to swim with the Stark kit.

Ta-da!

Frank silently rushed into the door and shot two lazy smoking guards in the door.

There was a map prompt that he had both shots targeted, fast and accurate.

Luke walked behind him slowly, removing two bodies at random.

Both bodies were thrown near the door, too easily discovered, or should be taken away first.

After entering the gate, he locked the door with a chain, and no one could escape from this side for a short time, so that they could do it.

He moved quickly, walking back and forth into the lobby with Frank, and a lot of people saw him coming.

When I saw the gun in Frank's hand, several people changed their face and opened their mouths to shout.

Frank has raised the gun in his hand.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

A few of the guys who stood up and tried to hide first jumped the streets.

Frank prioritized them.

Luke had two guns in his hand at the moment, pulling a blurry shadow in front of him.

They are moving at high speeds, like the sound of a nail gun.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

The second group of people who wanted to wake up were shot in the chest and fell down.

In recent times, all of them were Frank's pens, but Luke was shot down one by one, in order of distance and closeness.

These men reacted no faster than his double-gun fire.

Frank didn't hesitate to empty the magazine, hiding in the corner of the wall, changing the magazine, but he couldn't help but grunt: This kid seems to be a lot better than the weak chicken from the gray rabbit.

The thought flashed away, his hand loaded with bullets again, and he probed out his hand.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

The three most slow-responsive bandits stood up and fell, and nobody moved in the lobby.

Luke had a silencer pistol in his hands and a special anesthesia gun, which knocked down all irrelevants, that is, people who were not members of the Hell's Rabies.

Most people may have lost consciousness without even seeing them.

Luke showed Frank to go straight back and clean up the last gang.

When Frank's figure disappeared, Luke pulled out his fake phone and looked at the test results, walked straight to the bar, found a monitor head, removed it along with the storage device, and threw it into storage.

Then he started cleaning up.

All the badly wounded and dying bandits made up for one shot, and the body was taken away.

The anesthesia bullets from the irrelevant persons were taken away, leaving them lying there asleep.

Of course, there are not many irrelevants, there are only seven or eight.

All traces of blood in the gate are directly absorbed and destroyed with a special cleaning solution, which is then removed from the white powder fused to the blood.

It all went quickly, less than five minutes later, and the bar was back to normal.

Apart from more than twenty Hell Dog bandits, it's like nothing ever happened at this bar.

Frank moves as fast as he does.

Luke, a powerful auxiliary help, also provided useful equipment that made it easy for him to clean up the seven or eight gang members that were scattered behind him.

Luke proceeded to clean up the body and the scene of this wretched bastard and walked into a big room.

Frank in there, once again, did his old job - beating the bad guys and forcing them to confess.

The dull collision of the flesh, coupled with his occasional low, cold questioning, filled the room with a repressive atmosphere.

The boss was dying and could barely scream: "I don't know, I told you, it was the Irish gang that came after us, and they didn't tell us who the seller was. ”

“Name!” Frank punched again: “He should have at least one name. ”

“No, the Irish group said it knew when the deal happened.” The boss was impotent: “But before the deal officially started, something went wrong, and someone in the tripartite did it, and we had no idea about the seller. ”

“In the park that night, which side first?” Luke plugged in.

Boss: “Don't know. We checked it out when we got back, not our guys. But it was said that it was the Mexican cartel who was seen firing first. ”

Looking at Frank, Luke raised his hand against a "go ahead” gesture.

Frank grabbed each other's heads, pressed them against the coffee table and stepped on one foot.

Knock!

The head's neck made a slight noise and remained stiff.

Frank: “Let's go. ”

Luke: "Wait. ”

He walked up to the small freezer, pushed with his hand, and moved the side of the freezer, revealing a safe.

Frank frowned: “Don't waste time, we don't have the keys and the codes. ”

“Give me twenty seconds.” Luke had pulled out a string of tools, put them on the locking eye, flickered them a few times, held them in place, and started twisting the keypad.

Less than ten seconds later, the safe door clicked open.

Frank: “... the Grey Rabbit taught you? ”

Luke was surprised: “Will he do this again? ”

Frank couldn't help but twitch in the corner of his mouth: "Yes. ”

In fact, someone has the right skills to open a safe, but bad luck.

The first time the safe was opened, there was a little money in it, and the other information documents had nothing to do with their mission.

The second time he tried to hold the sheep, he almost set off the bomb in the safe, and nobody dared to let him open it again.

Most of the tasks they deal with are not aimed at ordinary gangs, and bombing in safe houses is routine.

The unlocking level of the Grey Rabbit's two knives, nobody dared let him show the operation, afraid of sending everyone together to God.

For that reason, a grey rabbit was also depressed, saying that God did not give him a chance to make money.