Super Detective in the Fictional World

If the Kemorrah guards advance, they can be more steady, and the chances of finding Luke are small, unfortunately they are really a little impatient.

Luke waited quietly until the third person broke through the fork, and as the fourth person moved into the middle of the fork, he instantly panned out his side of the body, holding onto HK416 steadily with his hands and gently pulling the trigger.

Boom, boom, boom!

The fourth guard went down before the servant, and the fifth impersonal guard ran right into the middle of the fork and fell in a similar position.

The sixth guard then revealed half his body.

He reacted quickly, panicking, trying to retract the step he had just taken.

But it's too late.

Boom, boom!

Once again, two shots went off in a row, and his chest burst out with two bloody flowers, becoming the third puncher.

“Enemy! ”

“He's in the fork. ”

“This way, assassins are on the southwest side of aisle two. ”

Seven or eight seconds later, the seven guards covered each other and rushed in.

That hidden position at Luke's station was empty.

Boom! Boom!

Luke's figure emerged silently from the passage behind them, pointing the gun at the back to the intersection, touching the guard deep in the fork, instantly shooting a single, clean shot.

The four guards behind them were shot almost simultaneously in the back, beaten forward and unable to land.

The three of us in front of us, this is the alarm, the subconscious turn.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three single-shot shots again, with the remaining three guards lying on their backs.

Luke scratched his head: “So... it seems a little too much, doesn't it scare the others away? ”

The main thing was that he went too fast on this offensive. In less than 20 seconds, the Kemorrah guards went down the street with 10 people.

If this continues, more than 60 guards in the basement will die in five minutes at the most.

Then why did he run away? Easily taking out so many guards would be too much of a deterrent.

Keep your head down! Now I'm John Wick, not V. To act, not to be strong! In his heart, he reminded himself to take a breath and greet the other team of guards who had arrived.

Boom, boom, boom!

Ahhhh!

A series of screams sounded, and the sudden outburst of gunfire was extremely intense, and the flames of successive guns lit up an underground passage.

A few guards screamed nervously: "Southwest tunnel, come on! ”

“This guy is too strong. Come and help. ”

“Steady, steady, we got him. ”

“He's hurt. ”

“Let Kira surround them from there...”

Luke held HK416 in his hand and pressed it against his abdomen, hiding behind the corner of the wall, immediately lowering his hand to cover his stomach.

He shook his head helplessly and looked up at the time on the watch.

The second exchange of fire, acting as a battle and running, took only three minutes and 15 seconds, and five more guards were killed.

Not that he pretended to be injured, these guys would definitely start pulling back.

Acting, it's so hard!

Thinking so, he slipped away.

Boom, boom, boom!

Ahhhh!

While the remaining half guards were still in a state of alarm, reinforcements arriving more than 30 metres away were again ambushed by Luke.

Splitting his legs, he watched silently as he stood on a passageway beam in the underground city.

A team of guards had walked past four people through the passage beneath his legs. The fifth guard suddenly wiped his face with his hands, looked at the little bit of blood on his fingertips and suddenly shouted up his head: “Above...”

Boom!

His spiritual lid blossomed directly and he could no longer cry out the other half of the sentence.

Boom, boom, boom!

The first four live target guards couldn't even get their hips straight enough to fall.

Luke used the HK416 as a crossbody, hand and foot, and walked off the vault like a gecko, not into the turn of a lane seven or eight meters away.

When the other half of the guards rushed in with their guns up, the vault was empty.

……

The master bedroom, Gianna, was still lying like that, frowned and asked: "Is he still there? ”

Cassian looked at his cell text: "No, he was also tangled with Lucio and Ferrenan's men in the basement. ”

Gianna was a little upset: "He should go, or he'll be under siege. Cassian, our guard didn't go after him, did he? ”

“No. As planned, I let those dishonest guys take their men.” Cassian is helpless.

The phone dinged and received a new text message.

He picked up his cell phone and looked at it twice, and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched. After carefully confirming the text from his men, he opened his mouth and said: "Miss, he has already killed Ferrenan. Thirty-five guards have been killed together, and he seems to have been shot. ”

Gianna stood still and suddenly sat up: "Is he shot? ”

Cassian helplessly pressed his hands down: "Miss, don't move. My makeup technique is not his specialty, you“ corpse ”makeup is not good to make up for, wait easy to be found blooming. ”

Gianna sighed: "Well, I lay down and reminded me to adjust my makeup. ”

Speaking of which, she couldn't help but mutter: "Enough, those disobedient old guys are half dead. Why are you taking such a risk? ”

She suddenly had two red spots on her face: "Are you afraid I won't be able to deal with these old guys and help me get rid of them? My little night devil, he loves me so much. ”

Cassian: My heart is so tired, I want to retire!

……

The Lord above continues to be bored from the two of us, and Luke's performance continues this way.

Cassian's intelligence is a little behind.

In fact, Luke is now “supposed” to be shot a second time, and “hit” is still on his left thigh.

So now Luke is running around limping, and he doesn't forget to throw the HK416 in his hand at the guard with his head around the corner, smashing the guy's face down.

Then, his shoulder strap was handsome and his big backpack swung in front of him, while ripping the nylon buckle and touching out a Bernery M1014.

Boom!

The second guard, who had just poured out of his body, flew out like this, with a big hole in his waist.

The third guard rushed out, but his face was full of fear.

He's too fast to hold on.

Nervous, the gun in his hand had fired indiscriminately, hoping to scare Luke off with it and affect his hit rate.

The M1014 held by Luke's right hand was incredibly stable, with black-hole gunshots blazing out of flames.

Boom!

The guy was also able to fly out, and the whole person hit the wall two meters away, then slowly slipped down and painted the wall with a big red patch of blood.

The hurried footsteps in the passage were one pause, which turned into a snarling step approaching.

Luke's fingers snapped, his big backpack covered, and the nylon buckle pressed back together.

He maintained a limping, limping gesture, and flew quickly into another fork not far away. I couldn't help but mutter: I'm limping! Come on, come on, get the other two squad guards over here and hit me.