Super Detective in the Fictional World

More than sixty Kemorrah guards rushed into the basement, leaving more than twenty at the moment.

I'm not hurt enough! Luke muttered in his heart.

If he doesn't act worse, the more than twenty guards will definitely escape.

Less than 10 minutes later, they died of 40 companions, and those who were not afraid were insane.

Luckily, the half guard who just let go is standing up.

They began to use the walkie-talkie to tell Weiji's complete team that the assassin had a small belly injury and a left leg injury, and was fleeing towards an underground exit to the southwest, making sure to block his cloud.

Luke listened to both sides with wireless headphones and ran to the last two teams of guards with sensitive olfactory and primary sound waves.

Both sides approach from two lanes at ninety degrees angle.

Luke finally stepped up his footsteps, first seven or eight meters from each other, and ran past the entrance.

Of course, he was crippled again.

Not only does it have to be delivered, but it has to be delivered limply to make them die in plain sight.

Highly nervous guards did not hesitate to fire.

Boom, boom, boom!

Luke's back trembled backwards to the ground, then struggled to climb two steps and rolled into the corner of the wall.

The guards were thrilled: "He was here on Route 4 in the Southwest Side, and we hit him again, and he was badly injured. ”

Another team of guards, still dozens of metres away, were surprised and quickly surrounded.

This guy kills so many people, whoever kills this horrible killer will definitely get a huge reward, hundreds of thousands of American knives are small.

What a raise, being a middle-class leader, looking for a bunch of white and beautiful, that's all right.

With this in mind, the guard leader has given a loud order: "Formation, formation, preparation for pursuit. ”

Luke retracted into the corner and threw the M1014 and the big gun backpack into the ground.

Seriously injured, full of food, this must be shown, otherwise I am so sorry for the more than forty dead Kemorrah guards!

Smooth took some blood from John's place on the floor wall, glued a visible piece of blood out of his hand, and he nodded satisfied, pulling out Glock under his armpits and holding it in his hand.

Twenty-five people, two magazines shouldn't be enough.

After all, he had to use John's most commonly used Mozambican method of shooting, preferably two bullets for each person.

But he can't really kill them all.

If you kill him, no one will ever prove that the Night Demon is seriously injured, so it's difficult to complete the task!

He's not seriously injured. Santino really dare to go after him again?

Depends on which one of you is unlucky, take the initiative to get it to me! Luke muttered in his heart and was ready to retreat.

Now, he's southwest of a crossroads.

The guard who had previously shot ”hit” his guard in the southeast corridor, while the guard who had arrived had circled the road from the northwest to the west, surrounding his rear road.

In the headset, he heard the two guards' communication coordination and was preparing to attack simultaneously, clicking back and forth, making sure to let him lose sight of each other.

Luke followed the countdown as they began to whisper the countdown.

As the guards behind him rushed out, he jumped across the aisle and ran limply towards the northeast aisle.

Q. The commander of both teams of guards cursed his heart almost simultaneously.

This guy is really slippery!

Previously, the assassin had been trying to get close to the underground exit to the southwest, making them think that the other side would choose to break through the southwest guard head-on again.

As a result, the guy suddenly killed a backhoe.

But the operations of the two guards had begun, and they had noticed that the man in the suit was moving much slower, and that the corners of the walls and the ground just now were heavily bloodstained.

“He lost a lot of blood and couldn't get far.” A little man roared quickly: “Follow him and kill him. ”

More than two dozen people hardly hesitated to make small strides towards the path where Luke disappeared.

Over twenty meters out, they came to a lobby.

This is a relatively spacious place for dining banquets as ancient castle owners hide from their enemies.

More than two dozen people covered the entrance, guarding the south-western halfway street entrance, and the "safe” password sounded in turn, and the entire team began to enter the centre of the lobby.

That's when the gunshot went off.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The four wall lights in the four corners of the lobby were knocked out, and the vast majority of the lobby was dark, except for a few dim lights coming from the entrances.

“Careful!” An awesome roar sounded.

This is the little boss in the guard reminding everyone.

He just knew who these people were dealing with.

John the Night Demon, a legendary killer, possesses a monster who has killed hundreds of horrible wars.

The Night Demon is best known for his brutal calamity in the darkness and his violent means of killing.

The other party had never done this before, and the leader of the guard under stress did not think of this.

Now, the little man suddenly remembers those who were killed by the Night Demon in the dark.

But this is a reminder, too late.

Almost as he howled, Luke's figure went into hiding again.

Close martial arts, activate!

In the dark, he didn't have to dress like he was injured. Almost instantly, he rushed into the center of the lobby next to his little boss, and two glocks poked out, directly under his little boss and another guard's armpit, pulling the trigger.

Bang, bang!

The bullet went into the chest of two people, all stiff and soft at the same time.

Luke's hands gently spread over him, his body spinning, and two Glock gunshots burst into flames.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

A stormy gunshot echoed in the lobby with a series of screams.

The guards, reminded by the little boss, nervously retreated around in horror as they heard the gunshots, trying to lean against the wall and avoid stray bullets in the lobby.

But Glock's bullets followed, giving priority to several guards close to the entrance and then turning to the scattered guards.

This hall, though not small, is, after all, a mere presence of ancient temporary shelters, totalling more than thirty square metres.

It also means that no guard is more than ten meters away from Luke.

Within ten meters, Luke's pistol hit rate was infinitely close to 100%.

The guards fell down as if cutting wheat, and the guns in their hands kept firing.

Countless bullets had sex, and the dark lobby was lit by flames of continuous flashes of gunfire and rapidly darkened.

Before Luke could attack, several guards were knocked down by stray bullets, screaming and falling.

Luke, who has put the polarizer back on, looks at the people falling down in infrared mode, not killing them all, but silently counting down: 10, 9, 8, 7, OK! Close.

Shots stopped! Once again, the lobby has become bleak.

In just ten seconds, the lobby counts as an injured guard, with only seven survivors.

This is the witness Luke left to Santino.