Super Detective in the Fictional World

John the Night Demon is not at all in a state of despair, but rather in a crowd mockery: I can kill more than twenty of you at random, and you can't help me at all!

The reward was irritating, shameful and annoying, and the killers' eyes were a little red.

Even though many others remain basically calm, they secretly bite their teeth and chase them when they get in the car, reluctant to give up.

After the crowd left, two old Ford vans drove by.

The door opened, and more than a dozen big men in cleaning uniforms got out.

With all kinds of cleaning tools and body bags in their hands, they busily lived around and inside the villa, removing all the bodies in less than half an hour.

This time, they moved more than twenty bodies.

In fact, seventeen other killers have disappeared completely, leaving no trace.

The cleaners didn't know they were dead, nor did the killers they were chasing.

And Luke, who watched the Dodge wind drive, looked at the rapidly growing points of experience and was feeling beautified.

As a result of his harassment, tonight's system did not count these killers as an overall mission, but instead sent a closing tip for every one killed.

Over 40 killers have contributed 10,000 + experience points.

And this, it's just an appetizer.

The Night Demon is the best place to fight, never a spacious place.

For example, the villa, apart from itself, was surrounded by empty grass for dozens of meters, and primary hiding under the full equipment of the assassins was difficult to play.

Luke touched in and out and relied on his invisible uniform.

But with this, the killers will lose their morale very quickly.

After all, if you don't even see the shadow of John the Night Demon, hundreds of killers will die, and the psychopath will dare to die again.

Therefore, they must be led to the battlefield best suited for the Night Demon, so that they cannot see the massive death of their companions.

This place is Harlem.

If there were more of them, he would gradually move north.

And down is Clinton, where he doesn't want to go.

Lawyer Ma Xiaohong's “night” life has been quite rich lately. Luke doesn't intend to let him out to stir up the situation. It would be bad if someone hit him again with a concussion.

In the roaring sound of the engine, more than twenty cars rushed into the Harlem area.

Along the way, from time to time, there were killer vehicles killed from the side, all of whom received real-time reminders to intercept, but no one was able to stop Luke.

A lot of the killers yelled, “Fako, who the fuck gave you that information! Why didn't you mention the Night Devil's driving skills? How do you chase them? ”

Soon they stopped cursing the streets.

The Dodge challenger, who flew across the street and traveled like a cloud, was finally rubbed in the tail by a car that came to his side and twisted into an alley.

When they stopped the Dodge Challenger in the sports car, they rushed down two people and forced them into the alley.

As they chased in, the Dodge Challenger was covered in white smoke and the car was empty.

They glanced at each other, carefully separating left and right, quickly pursuing deep into the alley.

Their actions were swift, but their feet were almost silent, demonstrating a level of professionalism far beyond that of ordinary killers.

Just seconds after the two men chased into the alley, the two cars arrived almost simultaneously.

One car comes down, the other comes down, two people, both sides look at each other, the slightest amount is to complete the communication.

I guess that means we don't attack each other on our own.

Not that these people are very united, but that task comes with the requirement of a high table.

Once someone pulls the back leg and lets the Night Devil run away, all participants will be notified afterwards.

At that time, the Night Demon was not dead, and this man with the hind legs was sure to die.

The Night Demon's achievements were also made public along with the information.

John, for example, killed hundreds a few years ago on a mission.

John, for example, clashed with the Tarasov family owners last month, and the Tarasov family has lost more than 100 lives again.

The previous two days, John was more than seventy (guards + a few leaders) killed at the Dantonio estate, and this time he was finally seriously injured.

For people like this, it is unrealistic to want to drag your peers back legs to swallow the reward.

Most likely it will be luck to snatch John's head off when he has nowhere to go.

Killers who are confident of their abilities and look forward to the material referring to John's serious injuries, without much hesitation, went after them.

After these assassins chased into the alley, more assassins arrived.

When you look at the cars that were thrown in the alley, everyone understands what's going on.

This area is a slum in Harlem.

Old apartment buildings with complex surroundings and narrow streets.

You can't drive fast here, even people just have to walk a few steps through a gap or a trail to get stuck in front of a detoured car.

No wonder the Night Demon left the car and ran.

Hiding in here will be hard to find.

Most of the killers, however, chose to enter the area, although some walked directly with their weapons and others drove around.

Most people who follow on foot have expertise in tracking, while those who drive prepare for a leak of luck.

And in fact, Luke's brushing operation tonight just officially started.

Looking at the polarized lenses, the killer's red dots were like an expanded mesh, covering the area, and the corner of Luke's mouth rose.

At this moment, he stands at the corner of an apartment building.

But in the night, only the right spot can see the unnatural distortion of the air, otherwise it's just an empty rooftop corner.

Behind him, a shadow carrying a big bag was opening the rooftop door and walking up.

He swept around the roof, picked this corner where Luke was, and opened his big box right next to Luke.

The man took out a titanium cell phone and was skilled at operating it, and a small drone in a large box quickly lifted up, and a high-rise surveillance image appeared.

Luke smoked the corner of his mouth: Horse eggs, where you can meet killers like you're used to.

Instead of burying his head and looking for someone, the guy chose this fantastic view roof and searched it with a drone.

It has to be said that the killer who came after the Night Demon was not less than a star and a half high in quality and skill.

Among the people who just died, infrared detection, night-vision devices were everywhere, not low-level killers who ran into each other with a few guns.

Luke looked at the drone camera and pointed it at the killer himself.

He's debugging the drone, making sure it's clear.

All of a sudden, the man puzzled the phone a little closer.

Just now, he felt that the drone image seemed a little unnatural, and his own image on the image always seemed to be wrong there.

And of course Luke saw it.

The drone shot happened to be taken from the top of the slope, through Luke's location, to this killer.